Zerg: I ​​was picked up by the cold and beautiful Major General at the start of the game.

Looking at Lin Luo's anxious and worried eyes, Ailand slightly shifted his gaze:

"Let's wait for the detailed test results before discussing the specific follow-up plan, okay?"

Lin Luo: "...Okay, then don't work too late."

After saying that, he turned and left the study, gently closing the door behind him.

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The next morning, Eland brought Lin Luo to Dr. Parks' medical laboratory.

Upon hearing Lin Luo's guess about "threshold increase", Dr. Parks' expression immediately became extremely serious.

He had Aland lie back down in that complex mental scanner, while simultaneously pulling up the detailed data chart recorded after the last time he had soothed him.

A deep blue light enveloped Eland, and the massive instruments emitted a low hum as they began to operate and analyze at high speed.

Dr. Parks stared intently at the waterfall of data and the constantly generating 3D models on the screen, his fingers flying across the keys, zooming in, overlaying, and comparing...

Time passed in silence, with only the faint sounds of the instruments running and Lin Luo's slightly tense breathing.

After a long while, Dr. Parks finally let out a long sigh of relief, turned around, and his face showed a mixture of excitement and seriousness.

"Preliminary comparison results support His Excellency Lin Luo's conjecture."

He pointed to two key energy decay curves on the screen.

"Look here, and at the frequency of the fluctuations here. After receiving the same level of reassurance as you mentioned, the stability of the surface of the mental sea is about 7.3% less than last time."

Furthermore, the activity of dark matter in deeper regions appears to have become somewhat less responsive to surface-level mental pacification.

He paused:

"However, Your Excellency, Major General, I must emphasize that based on only two sets of data, the sample size is far from sufficient to support a definitive conclusion."

Fluctuations may be accidental or caused by other factors.

To verify that this "threshold raising" effect truly exists and to find its patterns, we need more and more consistent data points.

What this means is self-evident.

Dr. Parks looked at the two of them and proposed a solution:

"This requires the continued cooperation of both of you. The future reassurance process needs to be planned and gradually deepen the level of contact, such as from the palm to the forearm, and then to... uh, the more core insect pattern area."

Furthermore, each escalation of contact level and each instance of reassurance must be conducted at equal intervals.

Each time, we need to return here for precise data collection and recording so that we can plot reliable change curves.

The laboratory fell silent for a moment.

Lin Luo and Ailand looked at each other almost instinctively, their eyes briefly meeting in the air before looking away again, both somewhat awkwardly.

A moment later, Ailand sat up first, straightened his collar, and spoke in his usual calm voice, revealing little emotion:

"I understand. Thank you, Doctor. We will make arrangements accordingly."

"Yes, Major General, I will encrypt and save the data." Dr. Parks nodded.

After leaving the medical center, a subtle silence fell over the hovercar.

After escorting Lin Luo back to the entrance of the mansion, Ailand showed no intention of getting out of the carriage:

"Sir, I must go to the military headquarters now; I have a meeting to attend today."

"Okay, go ahead and get busy." Lin Luo nodded.

Watching Ailand's hovercar merge into the traffic in the air until it disappeared, Lin Luo turned and walked through the gate.

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When Ayland returned to his office, his adjutant Hawke was organizing the documents on his desk.

"Major General." Hawke stood up straight and saluted as soon as he saw him.

"Hawk." Eland nodded slightly and walked behind the desk to sit down.

Hawke finished organizing the documents and was about to leave when Eland called him back.

"Hawk," Eland's voice sounded as if it were just a casual question.

"What do you think distinguishes Lord Lin Luo from the other male insect lords?"

Hawke blurted out almost without thinking, "Lord Lin Luo is one of a kind, Major General!"

His eyes lit up.

"I have never seen any male insect lord treat females like him, so kindly and appreciatively, without whipping, scolding, or condescension, just like..."

It was as if he inherently felt that female soldiers were the same as him; that friendliness and casualness felt very natural…

Hawke seemed unable to find a more accurate word to describe it, his tone a mix of excitement and inadequacy.

Aland listened in silence, a flicker of emotion passing through the depths of his grey-blue eyes. He didn't let Hawke continue, but simply waved his hand gently:

"I understand, you can go ahead and get back to work."

"Yes, Major General!" Hawke saluted and left the office.

Only Aland was left in the room. He got up and walked to the window, looking at the few potted plants on the windowsill that Hawke had taken care of and made thriving.

In order to prevent them from dying again, he hasn't watered them himself for a long time.

His fingertips unconsciously brushed against a verdant leaf, but his gaze was fixed on the distance, appearing somewhat distant.

At this moment, the computer on the table vibrated at a specific frequency, indicating that there was a high-priority communication access—from Marshal Arnold.

Eland immediately returned to his seat and quickly answered the call.

A majestic holographic image of Field Marshal Arnold appeared in the air and asked directly:

"Ayland, how's the aftermath of yesterday's space pirate attack going?"

"Reporting to the Marshal, all the male insects present have safely returned to their residences and are in relatively stable condition."

The attack mainly caused partial damage to buildings and a brief disruption of communications in the surrounding area, and resulted in the deaths of civilians, including female civilians.

"Regarding the prison... Pirate leader Kahn has been rescued by his accomplices. A traitor at the scene has already self-destructed after his mental state collapsed. The trail has gone cold, and the investigation is still ongoing," Aland reported clearly and logically.

"Hmm." The marshal pondered for a moment, then changed the subject, "Where is your spiritual sea?"

"Marshal, you are very concerned. His Excellency Lin Luo has already reassured you afterward, and your condition is currently stable and within a safe range," Ailand replied.

In the holographic image, the marshal looked at Ailand, his tone slow but carrying an undeniable weight:

"Ayland, I know you despise the behavior of those male insects on the capital planet."

But if you want to go further and stand higher on this path, a strong and stable mental strength is your only foundation, and this is inseparable from the help of male insects.

"Cherishing Lord Lin Luo is not only about your future, but also about protecting yourself. His unique position may be your greatest opportunity."

Ailand lowered his eyes and respectfully replied, "Yes, Marshal, I understand."

Communication ended.

Silence fell over the office again. Alland sat alone in his large office chair, his gaze once more fixed on the cold city skyline outside the window. The Marshal's words echoed repeatedly in his mind…