Arknights, but the family has fallen again

But when Yan Rong faced Otto, she seemed to have a strong desire to talk. She unconsciously raised her voice gradually: "How to fight on the battlefield, how to taunt the opponent, how to destroy the opponent, the guys who grew up in a greenhouse don't understand at all! Don't you think so, Doctor?"

In the distance, Doberman's ears twitched.

You asked for this!

Looking at Otto's surprised expression, Yan Rong seemed to be encouraged.

"Yanrong!" Fen quickly stopped her.

But it was completely too late.

"Well said, Yan Rong." The shadow of the Pero soldier completely covered the petite Sarkaz girl. She said quietly, "Then you must really like the deck, right?"

"Ah!?" The Sarkaz girl's hand trembled, and the beans on the plate were knocked away by the sudden "bouncing" spoon.

Otto raised his right hand, and a bean that was heading towards his eyebrows just hit the space between the two chopsticks. With a little impact force, it embedded itself perfectly between the two chopsticks.

"You still have to keep your hands steady when you're eating."

As he said this, Otto let go of his chopsticks on the Sarkaz girl's plate.

The girls' attention was all focused on the "dean" who suddenly appeared behind them, and they hardly noticed the "principal's" behavior. However, Du Bin's pupils shrank.

"Beep beep beep beep beep!"

Dudulu?

The female soldier Perot reminded: "Doberman."

"Instructor Doberman!?" Yan Rong asked in horror, "Why are you here?!"

"Breakfast, just like you guys." Dupin asked in a tone that did not allow for refusal: "Can I sit here?"

Chapter 116 Farewell, I once gazed at the sunrise that was my direction

Although he asked the girls, Dubin ended up sitting next to Ott.

She put down her plate, revealing a steaming hot taco. The tortilla, rich in the aroma of corn, was coated with sauce and various fillings. With each bite, it was a nutritionally balanced feast.

If Ott is anything like him, Doberman will never be able to break away from the eating habits of his homeland.

In other words, who would have nothing better to do than to get rid of this?

After taking a look at Yan Rong's plate, Du Bin said unhappily, "Just beans won't provide you with enough nutrition for training."

But it's a little surprising that even the Victorians couldn't escape their breakfast.

"If this continues, I'm afraid I'll have to incorporate Furong's nutritious meals into your training."

By the way, Furong was on night shift at the medical department last night and is still catching up on her sleep.

The nutritious meals she designed...in addition to being nutritious, they also conformed to the stereotype of Victorian cuisine in other aspects.

Seriously, if Victoria had hired Fleur de Lys as the chief architect of the national cuisine, perhaps she could have turned her reputation for culinary excellence into something truly remarkable: Victoria's food might taste terrible, but it's nutritionally balanced! That's the true spirit of a great nation! Only pragmatic cuisine can cultivate pragmatic people!

And so on.

"Instructor Doberman! I will definitely supervise Yanrong well!" As he said that, Fen shared some of his breakfast with Yanrong and took away some beans.

"And me!" Since it was about the nutritious meal, Angel Ke became unusually quick.

"Me too..." This is Beagle.

The previous lecture to Yan Rong was fine, but Dubin’s subsequent remarks made it impossible for the other members of the A1 reserve team to sit idly by.

Seeing how noisy they were, Ott couldn't help but chuckle.

"Doctor?" Dubin asked doubtfully.

Seeing that the instructor's attention was drawn to Otto, the children felt relieved and couldn't help but feel grateful to Otto.

"Don't get me wrong, I just feel like this scene... is a bit like a strict mother scolding her daughters." He said with a hint of nostalgia, "It's been a long time since anyone has said I'm a picky eater."

Mother, daughter, picky eater... He no longer has any family? This implicit implication made the atmosphere in the room silent.

"...Rhodes Island is one big family," Doberman comforted.

"Yes, usually Kal'tsit and the others bring me breakfast. If you say I'm picky about food, it's because of her." Ott said seriously: "Her living habits are much worse than mine!"

The heavy atmosphere suddenly dissipated, but no one else could continue the topic.

"This..." Du Bin smiled awkwardly and said, "Is that so?"

Seeing this, Ott raised his eyebrows. In order to avoid the sudden appearance of the cat behind him, he changed the subject and asked, "How was Alina's training?"

"Her education level is decent, and her comprehension ability is no problem, so training her will be easy." Dubin quickly put down the taco and prepared to begin his report: "Regarding the sleep-dream device..."

"I was just asking casually," Ott hinted. "However, the experimental results are promising. Perhaps we can train operators there in the future."

Doberman looked at the girl, his brows filled with unwavering joy.

Otto drank the last bit of soy milk and said, "I have other work to deal with, so I'll take my leave now."

Regardless of age, the girls all breathed a sigh of relief after Ott left.

But soon, the reality of facing the instructors alone made the girls even more embarrassed.

The other work that Ott just mentioned refers to warfarin.

After leaving the cafeteria, Ott, holding a breakfast, muttered to himself, "At this pace, when can I return to the dormitory?"

He didn't really want to let down his warfarin, but strenuous exercise after a meal wasn't healthy.

PRTS said, "It depends on which dormitory you want to return to, Dr. Ott."

broken.

Why is she teasing me again?

Ott and Kal'tsit were currently living together. In name... in reality... anyway, everyone understood. Ott and Ghost Shark were supposed to have their own dormitories, but now, they were both living on Kal'tsit's cat climbing frame.

The dormitory under Ott's name is right next to Kal'tsit's dormitory. In terms of walking distance, there is no difference at all!

He said clumsily, "The one with you?"

"Technically, Doc Otter, I'm here."

But Ms. PRTS seemed quite impressed. She said cheerfully, "Expected arrival time: 06:58:30. Have a nice nap, Doc Otter."

Yay! Long live the Deadline Warriors!

Ott had originally scheduled a meeting with Huafalin after 7:00 today. Perhaps Huafalin was eating in another cafeteria, or perhaps she had fallen asleep, but Ott hadn't seen her in the cafeteria just now.

He hummed a ballad and walked slowly to digest his food.

"...Farewell, I once gazed upon the sunrise that was once the direction of my journey, the candle at the end of my journey..."

Yes, there is no going back.

"Let me blow it out, hide the flame, and travel far into the universe..."

PRTS suddenly said: "Doc Otter..."

"Ok?"

"I'm here." PRTS, she said, "I've always been here."

"Yeah." Otto smiled in return.

Those who always sing abruptly and deceive other people's feelings are despicable.

However, this song "Night Flying Star" fits Ott's situation in many ways. In addition, he just sang a section of it last night, and his memory is quite clear. This time he is not deliberately trying to get away with it.

But by singing this, Otto seemed to be tearing out his heart for Kal'tsit and PRTS, letting the bloody bitterness and loneliness permeate their consciences...

Oh no, now I’m really just a little girl complaining to myself!

When they returned to the dorm, Kal'tsit had already left, but Ghost Shark was still asleep. The high concentration of liquid Originium in her spinal cord made her slightly more sleepy than the average person.

He placed his breakfast on the table, wrote the code name Ghost Shark on a sticky note, then tore off the page and stuck it on the breakfast bag.

With some awkwardness, he took off his clothes one by one, folded them aside, and then crawled back into bed.

"Doc Otter," PRTS suddenly spoke up again, asking, "Do you need a lullaby?"

"Does your ear smell?" Ou Te asked harassingly.

"ASMR, autonomous sensory meridian response...it describes the sensation when people are... "

The dorm's PA system and terminals played music to Ott at just the right volume. Ott wasn't wearing any earphones, so it wasn't ear irritation at all. But the sound of PRTS alone was enough to give Ott a rare sense of security.

Not this kind...but...

Listening to PRTS's calm female voice, Otto closed his eyes.

Not this kind, but it's okay.

As long as it's Priss.

Even if it was only a part of her...it was still enough to comfort Otto's subconscious.

Chapter 117 If You Were a Dragon, That’s Okay

A camp in the wilderness.

A group of soldiers in winter clothes are busy.

"Why hasn't Big Sister gotten up yet?" a capable member of the Yeti team asked casually.

"Just slacking off at work." Another lazy guy also answered casually.

"How can you talk like that!?"

"My bad, my bad. What I meant was: Big Sister was protesting to Tallulah."

"That's true... I really can't imagine how the leader became like this." The capable one sighed.

"Why are you still calling her leader? Didn't you see what she did?"

The two of them actually started arguing.

"She was wrong about what happened in Qicheng, but she used to..."

The lazy one angrily retorted, "The past was the past! The present is now! Not only did she make Mephisto do that, she even used my eldest sister and father as cannon fodder!"

Ordinary people might think, "Are you missing the point?" Is setting a trap more important than massacring ordinary people? But the guerrillas were an armed force that emerged from the tundra of Northwest China.

While Frost Star and the Patriots may each have their own set of principles, their "subordinates" and "brothers" often follow their charismatic leader. Or perhaps, compared to an ideology or a principle, a living idol is far more appealing.

The capable one nodded, partially agreeing, but then objected elsewhere, "You came late and haven't had much contact with Tallulah, but she really used to..."

High in the sky, water vapor meets the cold wind blowing south from the north, carrying condensation nuclei and gradually forming solids. These hexagonal fractals of solid water float in the air that aerobic animals rely on for survival.

They were melted by the waste heat from the still-struggling "Facility 14" at the end of their sight, leaving a shimmering, crystalline mass on the streets of the abandoned city. When the snow cooled again, it blended seamlessly with the irritating black ice on the ground.

Junction, Hamlet Town, Hospital.

The Blood Demon stood on tiptoe and shouted, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

Alina and Frost Star opened the side door of the post carriage, and sure enough, Otto was lying on the back seat of the carriage in a strange posture.

As Ott gradually became more proficient in the intersection, he was now able to reserve his own appearance location in advance. But he probably didn't expect that sleeping in the back seat without armrests would cause such damage to his neck.

Just as Frost Star's hand was about to touch Otto, he opened his eyes.

But there was not much shrewdness or indifference in his eyes. Instead, there was a kind of confusion and uneasiness that was not contaminated by his own "astonishing wisdom".

After a while, he finally regained consciousness and asked, "Hua Falin... did you see a white-haired blood demon?"

Frost Star nodded, already having a premonition.

"She is you, and my medical security."

Ott left the carriage and looked across the square in the center of the town. He saw Huafa waving his arms.

On the way to the hospital, Ott asked Shuangxing, "How long has it been since we left?"

Frost Star frowned, confused and said, "Seven or eight hours."

Although Hamlet had experienced "a whole week", the time rules at the border were a bit too arbitrary and difficult for ordinary people to imagine, and Frost Star was naturally included in it.