Chapter 99: Valentine's Day Special Extra

"Madam, stop, please show the entry permit."
In front of the solemn and solemn building complex, Song Pianju's car was blocked outside the gate.
The one who stopped her car was a guard with a live ammunition. On the guard's shoulder, stood an energetic harrier, majestic and majestic, and every bird's hair was confident.
In the sky, small cruise ships swim around like giant whales, shuttled in the sea of ​​clouds.
Song Pianzhen pressed a button on the car console and the window became transparent. She sat in the driver's seat and clicked the chip on her wrist. The chip projected a document in the air.
"Hello, I don't have a pass. This is the invitation I received."
The guard glanced, his expression became serious and cautious:
"Is it an invitation from Admiral Qing's office? Wait a moment, ma'am. I will verify for you."
Song Pianzhen smiled and said, "Trouble."
The guard scanned the invitation letter meticulously, and the expression management was in place, but Song Pianzhen could easily see from Harrier Eagle that he was nervous now
The Harrier's neck shrank, his hair exploded, his front and back feet changed from a raptor to a big fat chirp, poor, weak and helpless.
Song Pianzhen heard that this general had a very high status in the army. Today, it seems that he is not exaggerating.
This admiral is one of the few female admirals in the league and the youngest SSS-level sentry.
Said to be the youngest, in fact, there are only three SSS ranks in the entire league. Except for the young general, one is an old general who has retired from the battlefield, and the other has lost a guide who has been with him for many years on the battlefield. Appeared in front of the world without whereabouts.
Although Song Pianzhen is very talented, if it weren't for the Qing Admiral who was extremely picky about the guide, and had already rejected the guides with rich experience sent by a dozen towers, this opportunity would not have been the turn of Song Pianzhen, who had just left the college.
After verifying the documents, the guards let Song Pianjue go. Song Pianjue smiled and greeted him and continued to move inside.
"...The new guide is already outside, sir, you have to see her. This guide is also SSS-level, and the possibility of matching you is very high."
"The empire's offensive is unprecedentedly fierce. Before you had no dedicated guide, it was already very dangerous. This time you must get it—and besides the parliament, the lady is also very worried about you."
Song Pianzhen waited outside the office, the door of the office was closed tightly, but her five senses were beyond ordinary people, she could hear this passionate voice, and she kept trying to persuade the general.
The admiral's voice was vague, like listening through a layer of water, only a low, noisy eardrum reverb could be heard, which was not real.
From another population alone, one can realize how repellent the admiral is to the existence of the guide.
Song Pianzhen was mentally prepared to return without success. In fact, she didn't have much interest in becoming an admiral's guide. This time she came here just to fulfill her responsibility.
To be a sentinel's guide means to at least mentally combine with the other party to build a unique intimacy. If you lose the other party in the future, you will suffer the pain of tearing your soul.
For Song Pianzhen, doing social services at the guide center of the tower and sorting out the spiritual realm for sentinels without guides is more in line with her heart and less risky.
The office door opened.
Song Pianqi stopped her thoughts.
The admiral's adjutant said: "Ms. Song, the admiral agrees that you will sort out for her."
Song Pian stood up and said, "Okay."
She walked into the office, and just after two steps, she saw the adjutant with a bitter expression:
"But the admiral requested that you cannot enter her office."
"..."
The sentinel guide can only achieve the best soothing effect when there is physical contact. This one's approach is as ridiculous as the patient shuts the doctor out of the door and says that he prescribes in the air.
Is this finding the fault?
Song Pianzhen glanced at the office door.
The adjutant next to him was inexplicably afraid to speak.
Song Pianqi took a step back and said politely:
"I think I may not be qualified for this job. You can contact another guide for the admiral."
The adjutant was dumbfounded. This is the last SSS-level guide who has no sentinel and has not been rejected by the admiral. How can I leave and leave?
"Wait, wait, no offense, the admiral doesn't have any opinion on you, just..."
Song Pianzhen stopped leaving with a great deal of face:
"just?"
"..." The adjutant glanced at the office door behind him, hesitant to speak, and hesitant to speak.
In the end, she seemed to have finally made up her mind, and moved two steps towards Song Pianzhen, seeming to want to reveal something secretly.
But faster than her, a hairy ball rolled past her, grunting, hitting Song Pianju's Martin boots before stopping.
Pata, it was lying on Song Pianju's shoes, the cat put its head on the black vamp, with blue eyes wide open, and his head up, looking at Song Pianju with super hard work, milky milk:
"mum!"
In the office behind it, a woman appeared in front of the door.
A broad military uniform, long waist and thin legs, dark green trouser legs tucked into military boots, and a black belt on the waist. It was the first time Song Pianzhen met, a female officer who can tie a flat and boring belt with a variety of styles.
She was wearing a white shirt and a military uniform over her body, very casual. On the shoulders of the uniform, there is a bauhinia shading with three stars, representing the position of general.
She is really beautiful, a real person is even more beautiful. But at this time, Song Pianzhen carelessly cares about her face, because she can tell at a glance that the sentinel's situation is urgent.
Too much information flooded her spirit, and the battlefield drew deep marks in her spiritual realm. Song Pianyu suspected that she had not been combed by any guide for nearly half a year, and her situation was too bad.
"Mimi!"
There was another cat cry on the ground, and Song Pianzhen had to look down. Which spiritual body of the guide was this? Why did you get here?
As soon as Song Pianzhen was about to pick it up, he heard the woman's cold and hoarse voice, hiding his anger:
"Don't touch her."
Ok?
Song Pianzhen suddenly understood.
The admiral walked over with his army boots, the soles of the army boots clasping the ground, clattering, clattering, clattering, cold and merciless.
And the little cat on the ground stretched out her paws to hook Song Pianju's ankle, hugged him, even wanted to climb up the calf, acting like a baby.
"..."
At this moment, Song Pianzhen suddenly understood why the guide who came to this office had to sign a confidentiality agreement.
"...That's the way things are. The admiral dislikes that everyone associates her image with her spiritual body. Moreover, the admiral has a cleanliness and cannot accept touch, so he is only willing to let the spiritual body accept and sort.
Song Pianzhen rarely fell silent.
The Alliance’s most powerful killing weapon, the mental body turned out to be a little cat, which is too--
After all, the mental body of the sentry is mostly beasts, and even the mental body of the door guard is a great harrier. Even if the mental body of the SSS-class sentry is a small cat, it should be Simba the Lion King.
Song Pianzhen couldn't help but look at the mental body that was holding her hands, gnawing, licking, and licking. No matter how you look at it, it's just like a cat.
The adjutant followed his eyes and said with emotion: "She really likes you."
"She didn't respond to the other guides and ignored them. Since she likes you so much, it means that you and the general must have a good fit." The adjutant said excitedly.
"Please let go of your mental body and give it a try."
"Can you?" Song Pian kicked the cat smoothly, and the cat snored immediately under her hand.
The adjutant believed: "Of course, the admiral has left the cat to us. This is the meaning of acquiescence."
"..."
Indeed, although the Admiral stopped her from touching her spiritual body, when she tried to take away the spiritual body, the spiritual body kept holding Song Pian's ankle and didn't let go. Mimi, very wronged.
The scene was extremely embarrassing, the admiral had no choice but to lose the cat.
If this is acquiesced.
"I'll try it." Song Pianzhen decided to try it.
The general's state is too bad. She is going to the front line, but her state is already precarious, even making her emotionally out of control. Song Pianzhen, as a guide, can't just watch her go to death.
Even if it can't be done very well, Qing Lu's mental body does not reject herself, but is quite close. Song Pianzhen is sure to give her a spiritual counseling, at least so that she can maintain a sober decision in daily affairs.
Song Pianzhen held the cat and looked at the surroundings:
"I need a set."
As the spiritual representation of the sentinel guide, the spirit body can reflect the owner's emotional likes and dislikes, but cannot communicate with the owner.
They have their own unique way of communication as if they have their own world.
Therefore, under the circumstances that the admiral only allowed the spiritual body to be guided, Song Pianzhen could not guide the cat. This could only be done spontaneously and independently by Song Pianzhen's spiritual body.
The setting she wanted was easy to achieve. The adjutant found an empty house for her. Song Pianju set up the setting device. After putting it out, the whole room became a beautiful lawn with wild flowers and breeze. slowly.
This is a relaxing picture and a common setting for spiritual guidance.
There should be no third person present during the dredging, and after the adjutant left, Song Pianzhen released her spiritual body.
Her spiritual body is a light goddess butterfly.
"Go and play with your friends." Song Pian said warmly.
The light goddess Die flew around her, intimate and cheerful, and silently agreed.
The whole body of the light goddess butterfly is azure blue, and the wings shimmer with dreamy and beautiful luster. When it is gently fanned, it seems to have a bluish moon glow.
Just watching her flap her wings gently, as if it can make her mood soothing and calm
But this is obviously not true for cats.
Under Song Pianju's gaze, the cat who was biting his tail in a ball, immediately noticed the little butterflies flying around.
The little butterfly flies lightly in the air, graceful and graceful.
The cat raised his head, his head moved with the little butterfly, and the tail in his mouth was forgotten to come out.
"..." Song Pianzhen felt the admiral's mood more deeply.
Little Butterfly apparently didn't forget the owner's warning, so she flew lower and approached Cat Cat. Cat Cat suddenly became excited:
"mum!"
The cat stood up and used two fleshy cat's claws to clamp the small butterfly in the air. The small butterfly stopped in the air without any intention of struggling.
Maomao is embarrassed now.
The two fleshy claws are kneaded and rubbed unwillingly, just holding them is not enough.
Maomao was caught in a dilemma, his claws hooked and claws, lost in thought.
Song Pianzhen looked at the funny side by side and couldn't help but chuckle twice.
In the next second, the cat's blue eyes lit up like the sky, the cat's face approached the little butterfly, and his tongue was just a lick.
Licking the little butterfly foolishly, the wings stopped moving.
Maomao was very happy, and rolled around on the grass with her new friend:
"Meow, my!"
Watching the lively big butterfly next to... the big butterfly can't laugh.
In this way, because the cat loves butterflies by nature-after all, the admiral has no feelings for herself, and her mental body cannot be close to herself because of the owner. It can only be said that it is because of nature-Song Pianzhen became the admiral. Wizard.
In order to make it easier to tease the cat (it is not) to soothe the general's mental body, and to soothe the general's mental state, Song Pianzhen and Qing Lu live together.
Because of the nature of the work, Song Pianzhen can only move into the general's residence.
Before Song Pianzhen moved in, he asked the other party what he needed to pay special attention to in terms of cleanliness, but it took a while for the admiral to coldly say "no."
The admiral's temper has improved a lot after the mental improvement, but he is still cold and charming.
Song Pianzhen listened, and touched the fur ball under his hand. Hearing the kitten snoring and purring, his whole body warmed up again.
As for how the admiral thought his mental body was paralyzed on other women's laps, it was not Song Pianzhen's concern.
Since Song Pianzhen officially moved into the admiral's residence, for a time, Song Pianzhen was known as the most enviable guide of the contemporary era.
However, the outside world did not know that Song Pianzhen and their admiral had never officially joined.
She is just a ruthless cat making machine.
But there are sometimes disagreements between the funny cat machine and the cat owner.
For example, a small butterfly flying in the sky, a cat chasing on the ground, and being teased into a cat cat ball, bounced on the ground, making Song Pianju a laugh.
After taking a shower, the admiral will come out of the bathroom, just to see his mental body being played between the palms of his hands, rolling past his feet stupidly.
"..." The admiral paused with his hand wiping his hair, raised his eyes, and found the instigator accurately.
The little butterfly flied behind Song Pianxu to hide, the cat ball rolled over, and the general's sight followed.
Song Pian touched her nose. She felt a sense of guilt for her cute child secretly telling her mother to be arrested on the spot. She picked up the fruit plate prepared for herself and calmly asked the admiral:
"Eat it?"
Song Pianzhen was polite, but the admiral really came over and sat down, and put a ripe cherry on his lips.
Her fingers have distinct knuckles, her skin is cold and white, and the expression on her face is very pale. Even if she sits on the soft sofa, her body is still like a soldier.
But he was carrying warm and humid water vapor on his body, and between his lips, there was still a red and rich cherry.
Song Pianzhen had a dry mouth, and ate an apple with a lot of water.
"Miao, meow, meow—"
Mao Mao’s happy cry came from around.
Song Pianzhen found out that it was the first time that Little Butterfly took the initiative to rub against the cat's belly.
Maomao happily collapsed on the floor, and a fluffy "big" character appeared, and the tender flesh was like four small plum blossoms.
On the soft belly, the plush is curled up to make cat hair cushions for the little butterfly.
It is said that the spiritual body is the spiritual representation of the master, the behavior of Little Butterfly is--
"I think the behavior just now was not very good." Song Pianju's thinking was halfway through, and was interrupted by the general who had finished eating the cherries.
The admiral pointed to his cat:
"She shouldn't be a ball. If your mental body doesn't tease her, she will be a lot more stable."
A lot more stable?
Song Pianzhen carefully looked at the "big" on the ground who was snoring and his belly bent together, deeply suspicious.
But she understood the admiral’s lack of self-esteem because of the curse of the mental body, and said with face:
"I must restrain the butterfly." Don't tease the steady cat into a jumping ball.
Before the admiral left the living room, he glanced at the cat on the ground who was completely unprepared to take care of his cat.
For cats like this, there must be a small butterfly reason.
She seduce her cat, the admiral thought coldly.
The admiral read the report in the study.
Suddenly, a cat's head slowly rose from the back of the report, with a broad head and a small butterfly.
The cat yelled at the admiral, "Mimi--"
Butterflies are reserved: fan wings, fan wings, blingbling
The admiral was more certain that the child was spoiled by the guide.
But soon, the admiral was beaten in the face.
The cause was that early in the morning, the evildoer who always slept with the guide was picked up by the guide and threw it back to his room.
Recently, he didn't need to stay with the cat, and the relaxed general frowned, and almost asked, "Why do you give her to me?"
The admiral gently kicked the cat with his toes and asked the guide:
"how?"
The guide looked at the cat and then at himself:
"You should take a look at the video recording of my room."
As a military residence, every room in this house has a recorder, and the viewing authority is very high. Only the general has it.
According to her words, she found the record of the guide room and quickly checked the information last night.
Effortlessly, she found what the guide wanted to see for herself.
Early in the morning, the cat dumpling stood up from the end of the bed, stepped on the duvet, and walked to the side of the guide's face.
She sniffed the guide, and then turned towards the bottom of the guide's neck-that soft and towering area, and slowly stretched out the fleshy cat jio.
The two jiaos alternate, one stepping, one stepping.
"Mimi—"
Little Butterfly was awakened by the cat's exuberant cry. Two or three seconds later, the whole Butterfly opened, snapped, and slammed herself on the cat's face.
As a result, the cat's tail flicked and barked more joyously.
"..." The admiral's eyebrows were dyed with frost, and he picked up the back of the sinister's neck, looked at the drooping sinner, and said to the guide, "I didn't teach her well."
"Don't worry, there won't be another time."
The admiral is righteous and upright.
Song Pianju's forehead twitched, and he stopped talking.
No, I am not so relieved.
She really wanted to ask the Admiral, did you have selective amnesia about "this cat that doesn't pull a lot of milk is your own mental body"?
Did you know that the behavior of the mental body is based on the mental state of the owner? what?
Song Pianzhen looked at the cold beauty in the military uniform in front of him, feeling powerless, and a little bit sweet and annoying in it.
Who is it to reflect on?