Blue Files, there are 100 days left until Mr. disappears

The iron door in the corner was slowly pushed open.

A faint fragrance floated from behind.

Just when he was about to turn around, his neck was gently wrapped around him.

"Wow... Sir, your face looks so bad, you look like you just crawled out of the grave."

Zao Iroha, the captain with fluffy red hair, buried his chin in the gentleman's hair and rubbed it gently.

"...Is it as exaggerated as you said?"

"Of course there is."

Above Mr.'s head, a voice that was too lazy to see everything came from:

"You're pretty much spent."

Chapter 034: Day 067·Gehna College·Maintenance Room ②

Ever since Hina Sorasaki rushed into the meeting hall of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace with a gun and used physical means to force the top management of Gehena to reorganize into a temporary military committee, Gehena's power structure has undergone considerable changes.

But these changes have nothing to do with Zao Iroha, who is a technical soldier.

"Anyway, the water tank is turned on. It is also turned on in the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons, and it is also turned on at the Military Commission. There is no difference at all."

Iroha was really not interested in the turmoil in the superstructure.

As for her immediate boss, Makoto: the former most powerful person in the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, but now the unlucky guy who has been relegated to a sinecure by Hina, she has not shown the slightest bit of loyalty that a subordinate should have.

According to Iroha, Hina Sorasaki leads the army very well. You are causing trouble for her all day long. Are you just tormenting people when you have nothing to do?

It’s long overdue Kudieta.

"No matter what happens, you will only torment your own people. Isn't this an act of the Holy Trinity?"

During the turbulent period, Iroha decisively jumped to Hina Sorasaki's new team without even a trace of hesitation.

And Hina Sorasaki didn't treat her badly.

Iroha's position was promoted one level, from vehicle commander to armor instructor.

Not only has his position been promoted, his wallet has become bigger, and there are more juniors to work with, but he also has more time to fish.

He gave him a favor and repaid him with a favor. Although he obtained a comfortable position, Iroha did not rest at this point.

She still patrols the streets and trains in a heavy vehicle, maintaining her skills and not retreating.

She did not use all her spare time for leisure, but read more war history books and military journals to further broaden her horizons and improve her horizons.

"As long as you become a leadership-type civilian, you will have more free time! Your efforts now are just an investment for more fishing time in the future!"

She said so.

As for what she was thinking, sir, he didn’t know.

……

"crash"

In a small hidden room in the preparation room, Iroha was pouring a cup of tea for his husband.

"Sir, you haven't been here for a long time."

"Really... It seems so."

Seeing her husband smiling weakly at her, Iroha leaned lazily on the chair opposite her husband, with a look of despair on her face.

She looked out the window, and saw a faint light shining through the gap in the blinds, casting a thin golden shimmer on the floor covered with blue-grey tatami mats.

The oncoming wind is gentle and gentle. If it weren't for my husband's physical condition, this would definitely be a pleasant and wonderful leisure time.

She picked up a cup of tea and drank it while turning her head to look at her husband.

"Do you remember what I said to you that day, sir?"

The gentleman tilted his head slightly: "What?"

Iroha suddenly stared at him seriously:

"I said that middle managers like us don't need to work hard for orders from above. It's best to leave some room for ourselves to rest."

The gentleman's expression did not change. He just looked at the tea in his hand.

The light yellow tea water has been dyed brown and black by a small stream of blood.

“Too bad I’m not middle management.”

He raised his head and looked at Iroha:

"I'm responsible for a lot of things."

"Because of the responsibility given to you by that organization called Xia Lai?"

Iroha's eyes closed.

She stretched her body slowly and said as if talking in her sleep:

"I'm not very interested in things like responsibility."

The gentleman smiled and said: "But you have always done your duty. As the commander of Gehena, you have..."

"You want to compliment me on a job well done, don't you?"

Iroha had a helpless expression of 'I really can't stand you':

"When Ghenna existed, I served for it. As a commander, I fought to the death against the invading enemies,"

"But if Ghenna no longer exists, I naturally don't have to fight for it anymore."

She stared at her husband's thin body under his undressed clothes and shook her head:

"Sir, this is just work, no different from other students who are busy with study and life. Of course, I like the atmosphere here very much, but if it were the style of Holy Trinity, I would be too lazy to say anything. .”

The husband didn't say anything, just stared at the blood-stained tea in the cup.

"If you want to fight for Gehna so much, you should take care of yourself first, and don't think about leaving the burden to someone like me. Do you understand, sir?"

Iroha's gentle words mixed with a hint of helplessness echoed in the small room.

Well, that’s a really unique response from her, the gentleman thought.

Of course she has a point.

Although Sir understands the necessity of this battle, for most Ghenna students, this is an unreasonable disaster that suddenly befalls them.

As the person who caused the war, no matter which side he turns to, or even commits suicide, he is destined to let down many people.

He can neither survive nor die. He has only one way, and that is to continue fighting.

He blinked, looked at Iroha, then looked up at the ceiling.

"Okay, I get it. I'll try to help Gehna win... no, I'll try to help each of you survive."

"Is the opponent that strong?"

Iroha asked with curiosity and confusion:

"Aren't the guys from Holy Trinity just busy fighting among themselves?"

The gentleman lowered his head and exhaled slowly:

"You will know if you go to the new weapons testing site. We copied their beam gun and penetrated the thick armor of the two vehicles with just one blow, and the energy flow has not completely subsided."

"That was an epoch-making and terrifying weapon, and what's even more terrifying is that it was just one of the new weapons they had mastered."

"oh, I see,"

Iroha shrugged, continued to drink her tea, and popped a potato chip into his mouth:

"Then I don't want to have anything to do with them."

Click, click.

Iroha lowered his head and concentrated on putting the greasy potato chips into his mouth one by one.

"By the way, sir, do you want to..."

She looked up at her husband and was about to hand over the potato chips in her hand.

But she suddenly remembered her husband's physical condition and no longer had anything to do with food.

Her eyes dimmed.

When Iroha ate the last piece, she suddenly asked:

"Sir, did you feel anything unusual in your back?"

"Back?"

The gentleman hesitantly touched the spine behind his waist, frowned, and shook his head slightly.

"It doesn't seem like...wait a minute, I feel a little numb in the back of my waist, as if I've lost consciousness. What's wrong?"

"No... nothing."

The expression on Iroha's face seemed to have changed significantly.

She seemed to be holding back something, she casually rubbed the corners of her eyes with her sleeves and pursed her lips gently.

But after a while, she returned to her previous lazy look.

She stood up, and without even a moment's hesitation, she quickly walked towards her husband's seat.

"hey hey"

Then he sat down on the gentleman's lap.

"Sir, I'm sorry. Please be my cushion, so it won't bother you."

The gentleman shrugged, closed his eyes and basked in the sun:

"As long as you can be happy, I welcome you."

Chapter 034: Day 067·Gehna College·Maintenance Room ③

The late summer sunshine shines on the tatami, exuding a simple and elegant fragrance.

Sitting on Mr.'s flesh cushion, Iroha turned sideways and lightly smelled the comfortable smell of Mr.'s clothes.

She loves the smell.

Although it is not a fragrance, it smells comfortable and pleasant, not as pungent as a fragrance, and still wrapped in a familiar temperature. It is just right as the beginning of a perfect nap.

Moreover, she had no chance to monopolize this taste.

She still remembers the scene on Valentine’s Day this year when her husband set up a stall at the entrance of Xia Lai to sell a large amount of chocolates that the convenience store clerk in Xia Lai could not sell.

It's obviously just a roadside stall selling chocolates. The products are ordinary and the stall is simple, but there is a long queue of customers.

The senior officials of Holy Trinity and Ghenna, as well as the students from Millennium College who came after hearing the news, almost blocked the sidewalk.

Iroha wanted to laugh at their stupidity - but she was also part of a long line.

It was precisely because she was mixed in the team that she could clearly see the eyes of those girls.

When Mr. Xi first came to Xialai, those eyes showed uneasiness, admiration, and questions.

But when Iroha lined up, their eyes became... quite consistent.

That's not the look he's looking at his instructor, but the look he's looking at a piece of meat.

A piece of meat that is plump, juicy, fragrant, and yet moves around unconsciously will be snatched away by a blind wolf at some point.

In half a year, he visited Abydos, Millennium, Holy Trinity, Ghenna, and other large and small colleges. With astonishing speed and perseverance, he integrated the scattered students together and used stability to A dangerous way to solve various stubborn problems in Kivotos.

Half a year was enough for them to see clearly that in every sense, their husband was of extraordinary value.

Even Iroha was assigned to Xia Lai by the Ten Thousand Demons Palace to 'win over Mr. at all costs'.

At that time, she was quite uninterested in this task.

It’s not because I hate Mr.

But the difficulty is really a bit high.