"What the hell, Bismarck, you say. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Ivan saw that Bismarck was just looking at himself but did not speak, and his tone was a little anxious.

"Well, so-so is okay." Bismarck turned his gaze to Tirbitz, who was lying on the ground and still unconscious, his eyes were full of sympathy, "It's a little sweet, and I feel a little tired after eating too much." ”

Bismarck put the remaining steel bar in his mouth and swallowed it after chewing it a few times. Blue eyes looked at the plate on the table, where there were still a dozen of Ivan's failed works, all but the first one was eaten by Tirbitz and the last one was eaten by Bismarck.

I don't know what's going on, although the steel bars that Bismarck ate before didn't taste very good, but there was a feeling of relaxation in the body, as if Bismarck was now smelling the relaxing smell of Ivan.

"I'm much more comfortable." Bismarck said that most of the grievances she had accumulated outside had disappeared, but in order to make sure that Ivan's cooking had the effect of relaxing her body and relieving her fatigue, she decided to eat a steel bar made by Ivan.

"What do you mean so-so, I'm super good at cooking." Regarding Bismarck's evaluation, Ivan expressed his dissatisfaction.

"Well, it's a great dish." Bismarck glanced at Tirbitz lying on the ground, "It's the first time I've seen a dish that makes her tremble." ”

"Ahem." Ivan's face was embarrassed, and he coughed a few times in embarrassment, "This is an accident, whoever asked her to pick up my failed work at once and eat it, this, Bismarck, you try this." ”

It just so happened that Bismarck also wanted to try Ivan's other dishes, and whether they also had the effect of relaxing the ship's body and mind, so he took the steel bar in Ivan's hand.

Now this is a little more yellow than the previous one, and not as white as the previous one.

As a determined soldier, Bismarck's consciousness was definitely not low. She didn't frown even on a dangerous mission, but now she hesitated a little.

"What's the matter, Bismarck, why don't you eat?" Ivan looked at Bismarck, just looked at the steel bar in his hand without eating, and asked with some confusion.

"I just thought about something." Bismarck casually found a reason.

"Oh." Ivan didn't doubt it either.

Forget it, it doesn't look much different from the previous one.

In the end, Bismarck still put the steel bar in his hand into his mouth and gently bit down on it.

"How?" Ivan looked at Bismarck expectantly.

"......" Bismarck's expression was a little ugly, and he swallowed the steel in his mouth with great difficulty, "There is still work to be done." ”

It's so dangerous, I'm almost going to lie on the ground like Tirbitz, it seems that the so-so steel bar before should be Ivan's super level play, and now even if this one has that effect, I'm afraid this smell will make the ship mother faint directly.

"What, your tone feels like you're saying that what I'm making is bad." Ivan was not convinced by Bismarck's evaluation, which he thought was the second best he had done.

"Nope." Bismarck shook his head, "It's not like, it's really unpalatable." ”

"You, hmph, have the ability to make amazing dishes."

Bismarck, who is extremely excellent in all aspects, is very good in terms of his ability to gather intelligence and assassinate and raid, but cooking skills are her only sore point, and now after being pointed out by Ivan, Bismarck's face is gloomy and terrifying.

"Well, Bismarck, I take back what I said before, I have something to do, so I'll leave first." Ivan looked at Bismarck's face and trembled, and immediately wanted to slip away, but before he could take a few steps, Bismarck grabbed the back collar.

"I almost forgot, I haven't finished my training plan yet." Bismarck had a grim smile on his face, but in Ivan's opinion, it was tantamount to a demonic smile.

"No, no, it's not too early." A forced smile appeared on Ivan's face.

"Huh? It was only four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was still very early. Bismarck looked at the time, and regardless of whether Ivan agreed or not, he directly pulled him by the collar and dragged him out.

"Don't, I don't want to go, let me go." Ivan clung to the edge of the door with his hand and resisted Bismarck.

"Hmph, useless resistance." Bismarck saw that Ivan refused to go by himself, snorted coldly, and dragged him directly from the door.

"Whew." In the end, Ivan reluctantly left Bismarck.

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"Eh, aren't you running around the playground today?" Ivan looked at the empty room, originally Ivan thought that Bismarck would still let himself run around the playground today, but now it seems that this is not the case. At least Ivan doesn't look like this room.

"Not today, yesterday's training was just for me to see where your limits are." Bismarck took out the black whip from the ship's space and pointed at Ivan with the tip, "I want to train your combat skills a little bit today." ”

Bismarck would not admit that he had the element of venting his grievances.

"That's right." Ivan was relieved to hear that Bismarck did not let himself run, but trained his fighting skills, not running, but then Ivan regretted his happiness.

"See the shelf behind you, go there with that proper weapon." Bismarck pointed to the shelf behind Ivan.

"Oh." Ivan nodded and went to the shelves where the weapons were placed, most of them were wooden and rubber training weapons, Ivan picked a long stick, waved it a few times in an irregular way, and felt that he took it in his hand and walked in front of Bismarck.

"Are you ready?" Bismarck asked, looking at Ivan.

"Well, and then what?" Ivan asked with a relaxed expression.

"Attack me, attack me with your greatest strength." Bismarck said with a grim face.

"Uh, that's not good, what if I hurt you?" Ivan said hesitantly.

"Hurry up!"

"Okay, okay." The hand holding the stick tightened, and Ivan raised the stick and swung it towards Bismarck.

Syllable!

"It's too slow." Bismarck dodged Ivan's swing of the stick sideways and whipped the whip on the back of Ivan's hand, leaving a slight red mark.

"It hurts." The pain on the back of his hand made Ivan subconsciously retract his hand, and the stick that had been holding it in his hand also loosened and fell to the ground.

"If you're fighting an enemy, letting go of your weapon is giving up your life." Bismarck pointed his whip at Ivan, "Pick it up and continue." ”

"Hmm." Ivan rubbed the back of his hand and snorted disapprovingly, bent down to pick up the stick.

"Go on." Bismarck's tone sounded completely emotionless, like a robot.

Syllable!

Ivan had one more red mark on the back of his hand.

"Go on!"

Smack!

"Go on!"

Bang Bang Bang ......

"Uh, I was wrong, Bismarck, can I run around the playground?" Ivan said to Bismarck with a sad face, rubbing the back of his hand, which was already covered with red marks.

"What's the matter, isn't it working anymore?" Bismarck looked at Ivan, "But no! ”

"Hmm." It's like a different mentor.