In a serious daylight, a flight instructor who was about to lead the elite class of the freshman brigade was not only relegated to the basement by the hospital to be accompanied by mops and toilet cleaning liquid, but also completely laissez-faire, regardless of the fact that he slept a lot.

"What to do? Do you want to wake him up? Roger asked his friend in confusion.

"Wake up a Silver Alliance Fall King nicknamed 'Madman'?" Jonny hurriedly swung his head like a rattle. "Looks like you really haven't heard any rumors about the Deathwing captain."

"If I had been paying attention to the gossip of 'Old Bustard' every day, I might have gone crazy." Roger said dissatisfied. "And isn't that you? Naturally, it is necessary to let me know something and tell me again in private, do you still need to be reminded of this? ”

"You mean, as your personal secretary?" Jonny smiled at the corners of his mouth.

"Classmates, friends, brothers, secretaries, aren't they all the same thing?" Roger whispered.

"What about the butler?" Jonny asked with a smile.

"How can a housekeeper be the same? Housekeepers are paid! Roger responded immediately.

"Won't the secretary take it?" Jonny was faster than he did.

“…… Well, money-grubber, it's a big deal to say one and I'll send you a kroner. ”

"How can that be enough, one star coin is about the same."

"Dream of your big head and return a star coin? I'm not the 'Golden Pound' kid, I have a lot of money and I have nowhere to spend it, so I will scatter when I meet people. If you can bear to ask me for money, then give me a kut, but it's up to me to make the final judgment on whether the information is worth it. Roger announced.

"Yes, what can't you bear to ask? So let's start with that suggestion, and remember, you already owe me a kut. Let's go back to the dorm and tell you what I know about this Mike. The deeds of Major Petowinski. Jonny turned around to leave, and Roger hurriedly planned to follow him, but at this time, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the original thunderous snoring suddenly disappeared.

The swearing and swearing came from behind the door, and the sound of the hush and soo followed, and in the face of this sudden situation, the two froze there and did not dare to move a little, but their eyes were looking at each other.

'What to do?' Roger asked with a look in his eyes.

'Wait for him to fall asleep again!' Jonny's eyes responded.

'How do I know what the hell do you mean by staring at you?' Roger furrowed his brow and continued to look at him.

'It seems that unless we all learn the Cerberus sign language, even the feather god will not understand any of the meaning in our complicated eyes! Jonny described a fact with a gentle and unscrupulous look.

I understand that. Roger nodded at his friend. But doesn't that damn Cerberus sign language require six arms? Are you trying to mock me for not being able to learn? His eyes were complicated to the point where he could already generate electricity.

The noise in the room did not disappear as Jonny had imagined, but intensified, and after a while, only footsteps, doors opened, and rushing water were heard, and then just as Jonny and Roger agreed to flash and began to move against the wall, a person's voice suddenly came from the room.

"It's all here, and what kind of big garlic are you sneaking into?" The voice was so small that it seemed to be talking to itself, but it was clearly heard in the quiet environment.

At this time, Roger looked at Jonny with a frightened expression, and his mouth made a mouth shape, but he did not make a sound.

"You mean us?" He made an exaggerated expression. "What should I do?" He asked, and Jonny didn't squeak, apparently still undecided, but then the voice came from the room again.

"The door is not closed, if you have something to say, come in quickly, is it possible that I will personally welcome you out?" The man's tone was visibly impatient.

A few seconds after these words were spoken, the door with the metal nameplate embedded in it was carefully pushed open by the two students, and the two Qilian people walked into the room in unison without squinting, and then raised their hands in unison to salute the person leaning on the chair.

"Good afternoon, Major!" Their high-pitched voices merged into one, startling the officer, who had just woken up from his deep sleep.

"Okay, okay, don't show any military appearances and military ceremonies, it's a headache." The officer sat in the chair and only bowed slightly, but his legs did not move.

"Yes, Colonel!" The two responded loudly, then spread their legs slightly and stood with their hands in their hands.

With his chin slightly raised, his posture was straight, and he only looked at the man in front of him with the peripheral vision of his eyes, his hair curled up, a mouthful of stubble, looking unkempt and tired, it was the winter of the 42nd year of the standard year, and although Belier was a famous city surrounded by mountains with spring all year round, the location of the flight academy was in the mountains. The Military Appearance Office of the academy had posted a notice of winter dress change many days ago, but the major in front of him was still wearing a light green summer training uniform.

A participant in the Valkyrie Miracle, a super-first-class pilot who is born in the sky.

Recognized by the hospital as a troublemaker, Alan. A thorn in Vanderat's eye.

At this time, Jonny suddenly remembered the rumors that had gone crazy in his life these days, and he took a soft breath, but he couldn't smell any alcohol from the room.

At least one of the rumored alcoholics did not correspond to the facts, and he secretly made a judgment.

But then, he found that a pair of sharp eyes were staring at him, so he hurriedly looked at his nose and nose, and did not dare to make any more abrupt moves.

"You're the kid from the robot family?" Major Petowski said to Jonny at this point.

"Huh?" The latter frowned slightly, not understanding what the other party meant.

"The chief of staff, the workaholic's style, and the unsmiling attitude, based on these two things, someone here has given him the nickname of a robot, but it doesn't necessarily imply any derogatory connotations......" Petowski scratched his sideburns, and a sly smile tugged at his lips, which made Jonny immediately suspect that the originator of the nickname was sitting in front of him.

"Johnny, right? Johnny. Kent, a football star in the Chilian High School Athletic League, and a celebrity ...... of the 40-year Wintz anti-war movement," Petowski said as he leaned back in his chair and curled his lips. "What about the super strong resume, classmate Kent, Liu Nan of the Student Work Office must have taken some strong medicine to dare to admit the two of you at the same time, guess your old man must have done something in this matter, am I right?"

"I don't know, Major." Answering questions from superiors should be as simple and to the point as possible, and officers with higher ranks than themselves must always be respectful. Gunther's shouting of military discipline is now almost in their blood.

"Of course you don't know, these angel city li's deceitful deeds, the chief cabinet official of your family will not break down with you in detail, you are still a stunned young man, boy, power and scheming may make you have antisocial psychology for no reason, so the old men have to try to hide it." Petowski looked up at the low ceiling of his office, but he held a military hat in his hand and tossed it leisurely.

"One day you will be faced with a choice when the baton is passed down, naïve or dirty, stupid or self-conscious, say something stupid that blinds your conscience, make some self-righteous changes, only to find that you have long since gone with the flow, and the collared caftan is as black and shiny as all the crows in the world." At this, Petowski sat up straight, and he craned his neck and whistled at Joni, who remained unmoved and remained in a military posture.