Zerg: The female warrior's male master is acting strangely!

Finally, with Ace and Abby's patient explanation, Wenshu and Lin Zhuoran realized that the outdoor course was actually a real class—with a schedule, instructors, and assessment standards, completely different from camping.

"What if we encounter danger?"

Manjushri asked the question calmly, but his mind was in turmoil.

His mind began to conjure up all sorts of images: Yi Yi was lost in the wild, her short legs couldn't outrun the wild insects in the mountains, she was so hungry that she squatted under a tree eating grass, and her once round little face had become as thin as lightning.

The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, wishing he could rush to the school right now and remove Yi Yi's name from the list of dispatchers.

"How could that be!" Ace chuckled and waved his hand. "Only little males have this kind of trouble."

"Therefore, in order to prevent this type of accident from happening, the school has long since canceled any outdoor courses involving male insects."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Manjushri and added, "You male insects don't need to use these things when you're young, no wonder you don't know."

Abby picked up the conversation, her tone becoming more serious: "Besides, the outdoor classes for the lower-grade female insects are led by a formal legion."

"Their task is to protect these little female insects while teaching them basic survival skills, such as how to orient themselves, how to find water, and how to build temporary shelter..."

"To put it bluntly, it's just taking a bunch of little insects to play in the forest for a few days and learn a few things along the way. Nothing serious will happen."

Upon hearing that a legion would be leading the way, Manjushri finally relaxed a little.

He silently deleted the image of "Yi Yi, so thin she was skin and bones, squatting under a tree eating grass" from his mind and replaced it with the image of "Yi Yi chatting and laughing with a group of female insects dressed in little military uniforms." Only then did he feel a little better.

On the other side, the military region.

When it was time for dinner, Herroyen messaged the lord that he was going to eat, and then jumped out of the window and flew to Sirland's office to find him.

About a minute later, the wind from outside rushed in through the window, making the documents on the table rustle. Just as Sirland frowned, Herroyen barged in and folded his wings, landing on the ground.

He genuinely intended to have dinner with his female father today, but when he entered the office, he found that Sirland had already started eating.

There were six or seven lunch boxes spread out on the desk, a fairly complete mix of meat and vegetables. A plate of braised pork was steaming hot, and next to it was a bowl of soup emitting a fragrant aroma...

Sirland paused, clearly extremely displeased with the female's behavior of barging in without knocking... or even through the window.

"Why didn't you wait for me before you ate?" Heroin strode to the table, looked down, and seemed to have a hint of grievance in his voice.

Sierland didn't say anything, nor did he bother to lift his eyelids. He continued to eat, completely ignoring the boring little bug in front of him.

Herroyen, however, unceremoniously snatched the chopsticks from his hand, picked up a piece of braised pork, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it until his mouth was glistening with oil, and even made a satisfied "hmm" sound.

Silland finally looked up, staring at the unfilial son who was chewing his food with a complicated expression. His eyes seemed to say, "Could you be any more shameless?" But Holoyen was oblivious, or rather, completely indifferent, and picked up another piece of food with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

"This isn't cafeteria food, is it? Which restaurant did you order takeout from?"

He chewed and asked, then mumbled another bite, "How come I've never eaten this before? It tastes pretty good."

After swallowing, he reached for the plate of stir-fried vegetables. "Hmm, this is not bad either..."

He picked up several dishes in succession, chattering away as he ate, just like decades ago—that's how he annoyed Sirland to the point of finally punching and kicking him.

Strangely, despite receiving so many years of corporal punishment, Herroyen not only failed to change his ways but also seemed to be getting worse.

There were quite a few dishes on the table today, and the flavors were fresh. It didn't look like enough for just one insect from Sirland. But there was only one set of chopsticks and a bowl on the table, the same set Sirland was using.

Holoy didn't notice this, since he thought it was normal for female insects to eat as much as they wanted—when he was young, he could devour most of the food on a table in one sitting, so having seven or eight lunchboxes on the table was just a normal amount of food for him, nothing to be concerned about.

It wasn't until he was eating that he noticed Sierland was quietly watching him, and then he looked up and asked, "Are you full?"

Sierland glanced at him speechlessly, without saying a word, his eyes clearly saying, "It's none of your business whether I'm full or not."

Holoyen didn't mind. Seeing that he wasn't eating, he reached out and took the lunchbox that Holoy had eaten a quarter of, and ate it himself.

He did this very naturally because Heroion used to be very active, and he was almost always the one who finished cleaning up the leftover food on the table whenever he ate with Sirland.

Sometimes, when she gets lazy and doesn't want to get up to get more rice, she will just pour the rice from Sirland into her own bowl and mumble, "Father, go get another bowl."

At first, Sirland felt sorry for the female and was very hungry, so he indulged her like a hungry wolf at every meal, turning a blind eye to her hunger.

But gradually, as he discovered that his bad habit of indulging the female child was getting worse, he had to forcibly stop her behavior, but to no avail.

The unfilial son would agree verbally every time, but would still reach for his bowl at the next meal.

After a series of arguments, they stopped eating together, and eventually, Sirland almost forgot about it.

"What about the leftover rice?"

Herroyne quickly finished his lunchbox and looked up at him with a puzzled look, since there were so many dishes, there couldn't possibly be only this much rice.

Sylland sighed helplessly, but still took out two boxes of warm white rice from the bag next to her, handing one to him and eating the other herself.

Then, he took out a pair of clean chopsticks from the drawer. They were the same pair he always used, and the wooden handles had been worn smooth from being held so many times.

Herroyen took the lunchbox, opened the lid, and continued eating.

Meanwhile, Sirland slowly picked up his chopsticks, but before he could even reach out, a piece of braised pork landed steadily in his lunchbox.

He paused for a moment, looked down at the juicy piece of meat, then looked up at his unfilial son, who was nonchalantly eating his rice, as if picking up the food was just a casual gesture.

In the past, Herroyn would only throw food into his bowl when he picked the wrong dish (being a picky eater), but this time it was obviously not the case—because it was a piece of braised pork, a dish that is usually the fastest to be devoured at the dinner table.