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

Sierland didn't say anything, but simply reached out with his chopsticks, picked up some vegetables, put them to his mouth, chewed them slowly, and then picked up the piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

The meat was tender and flavorful, but his expression didn't change much as he ate it.

As if granted some kind of permission, Herroyen continued to add a piece of food to his plate every two or three bites until Sirland stopped chewing and frowned, at which point he reluctantly stopped.

But Sierland didn't eat much at the meal.

Because his breakfast was ruined by his unfilial son, although he asked Lishir to help him buy one when he met him, he was delayed by his work after returning to the office.

He didn't get to eat breakfast, which made him so hungry before lunch that he felt empty and had no appetite.

So now, after eating half of his meal, Sirland put down his chopsticks, stopped eating, and leaned back in his chair to watch his rebellious son continue to devour the food.

Herroyne seemed to be perpetually hungry—the female soldiers were very active, and their stomachs were always bottomless pits; they could eat as much as they wanted, and besides, he was indeed hungry.

Seeing that Sirland was not eating, he quickly finished his own box of food and then naturally picked up the half box that Sirland had left and quickly emptied it, scraping the bottom of the box clean with his chopsticks, not even leaving a single grain of rice behind.

A few seconds later, he looked up at Sirland, his tone matter-of-fact: "Where's the food? Gone?"

"..."

Sierland stared speechlessly at the glutton in front of him. He suddenly felt that Yi Yi was easier to take care of—at least that little brat would say thank you after she was full, instead of rudely peeking out and asking "Is there any more?" after finishing his food.

"Where's the food?" Herroyen asked again, even leaning over to peek into the bag next to him.

The bag contained two unopened boxes of rice, lying peacefully in the corner. Clearly, when Sirland bought the rice, he had considered that some shameless little bug might come and freeload.

Seeing this, Sirland didn't say anything more. He simply reached out and picked up the whole bag, placed it in the center of the table, pushed it in front of his unfilial son, and then left with the words, "Clean this up after you finish eating," before turning around and striding out of the office.

He paused at the door, as if he wanted to turn around and say something, but in the end he didn't. The door clicked shut behind him.

The office fell silent, leaving only Herroyen standing there. He stared at the door that Sirland had walked out through for two seconds before looking down and taking the two lunch boxes out of the bag.

He stood by the table and took a couple of bites, then glanced at the empty office chair next to him out of the corner of his eye, and his chewing suddenly slowed down.

A few seconds later, Herroyne, carrying his lunchbox, walked around the desk and sat down in Sirland's office chair.

He continued to eat a few more mouthfuls of rice, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the low shelf on the corner of the table—there lay an open medical examination report, a printed paper version signed "Heroy," with neat handwriting and a file number clearly marked in the upper right corner.

Herroyen paused, his gaze falling on the report. His brow furrowed slightly, clearly puzzled as to why Sirland hadn't told him about Ii's medical test results.

He stared at the report for several seconds, then put down his chopsticks, reached out and gently turned the report around, scanning it line by line.

The top is filled with various indicators and values, comparison ranges, fluctuation curves, nutritional status, mental stability, etc. Each item is marked with a result, and most columns are marked with green "safe" or "good".

Herroen's gaze lingered longest on the section on the mental sea—it showed that Yi Yi's mental sea fluctuations were far lower than the average for female insects of the same age, with an overall trend of steady upward movement and all data falling steadily within a safe range.

He stared at it for a long time, until the rice grains on his chopsticks were cold, before picking up the lunchbox again, cleaning up the remaining food, and then stacking the empty lunchboxes one by one and putting them into a bag, so that Sirland wouldn't scold him again and stop him from coming to freeload.

After doing all this, he stood up, turned around and walked to the window, pushed open the window sash, stepped onto the windowsill, and glanced back at the open report on his desk.

The wind blew in through the window, lifting and lowering the corners of the report, but he didn't go back to close it, because he knew Sirland would come back to put it away.

Heroion spread his wings and leaped out. The wind outside the window tousled his hair, but he didn't fly fast, as if something in his heart was gently settling down.

In the tea room at the end of the corridor, Sirland stood by the window, holding a cup, watching the figure flying away outside gradually shrink and fade...

At school.

The afternoon classes felt exceptionally long for Heroiyi.

Heroi rested her chin on her crossed arms, her eyes fixed on the instructor lecturing from the podium, but her mind was already drifting to tomorrow—a field trip, ten days and nine nights, no more sitting in a classroom, no more drawing those crooked words, she could run all over the mountains and fields...

He was so excited just thinking about it that he couldn't sit still. His toes twitched gently under the desk, kicking the chair leg of the student in front of him, which made the little female insect in front of him turn around and look at him in confusion.

He quickly withdrew his foot, gave the other person a chuckle, and the other person smiled back and turned their head away.

Then, Heroy held a pen in her hand and twirled it around and around, but she didn't write a single word on the textbook.

He suddenly leaned closer to Ayu on his right and whispered, "Ayu, do you think bugs might crawl into your ears if you sleep on the grass at night?"

He asked the question with a serious expression, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, clearly indicating that the question had been troubling him all afternoon.

Ayu thought seriously for a while, his little face tense, as if pondering some important question. Then his eyes lit up, and he answered very seriously, "Then let's plug our ears to sleep!"

As he spoke, he gestured with his hand, poking his ear canal with two fingers, "Blocked tight, so nothing can get in!"

Heroy was speechless at his answer. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then realized it didn't seem to make any sense. "Then... then what did you use to block it?"

Ayu was stumped by his question. She tilted her head and thought for a moment before slowly saying, "I'll think about it later..."

Heroy was speechless, gave a dry "oh," and then tried to perk up and listen attentively to the lesson.