novelraw Chapter 51 Cream on the Lips
Chapter 51 Cream on the Lips
As the competition progressed, Wen Shumu looked around and felt that the level of seriousness among some of the contestants and judges was nowhere near that of the mecha-making master in front of him.
Adolphus used a terminal on his lap to project a virtual notebook, writing and jotting down notes as he watched the game.
Anita muttered under her breath, "He's clearly a master of manufacturing, yet he's so engrossed in watching the competition."
Shi Yi deeply agreed: "My master is a regular participant in competitions, and he's qualified to be a judge."
Adolphus didn't hide from them; Wen Shumu saw a rotating diagram of the mecha structure appear on his projection.
"Perhaps they are observing how the mechs are used," Wen Shumu guessed. "Real combat is ever-changing. Understanding the actual situation might give rise to new design inspiration."
Adolphus suddenly looked up at him.
The mental strength of a top-tier manufacturing master is such that their hearing is naturally excellent as well.
Startled, Wen Shumu immediately shut his mouth, and the three of them dared not whisper to each other.
Because of the opening ceremony, only two matches were scheduled for the morning.
The second match was between Team ARES and a small team from a remote star system.
There was absolutely no suspense; the victory for Team ARES can only be described as a crushing defeat.
Every judge before them praised the performance of ARES's starting players.
When he arrived at Ling Suyu, he showed no smile and said in a deep voice, "The tactic of using the terrain of the valley to exert pressure was indeed effective, but it was too hasty and exposed too early. In the end, we relied entirely on brute force, which consumed more energy than expected."
Hemeyer nodded slightly. That was indeed the case. They had misjudged the situation and prematurely revealed their position. Otherwise, they could have won the game effortlessly and wouldn't have needed to engage in the subsequent pursuit.
Ling Suyu looked at the listless little team on the other side: "The cover retreat in the middle was beautiful, but it's a pity the speed was too slow. Keep up the good work."
The squad leader stared blankly, seemingly not expecting the marshal to pay attention to their performance.
Because the previous judges didn't mention them much.
Tears of emotion welled up in the team members' eyes as they bowed and said, "Thank you, Marshal!"
They were short of resources, and it was already a miracle that they made it into the interstellar league. They never expected to receive a word of praise from the marshal.
This one sentence is enough to attract the attention of local investors and allow the team to stay a little longer.
After the morning's game, the group escorted Adolphus back to the VIP lounge.
Anita was about to arrange lunch when the master raised his hand and glanced at Shi Yi: "Don't worry about us. I'm having lunch with my disciples today, and I'll introduce him to my senior brothers while I'm at it."
Shi Yi had obviously just heard the news and stood to the side with a bewildered look on her face.
……
The door to the lounge clicked shut.
Wen Shumu and Anita stood in the hallway outside the door, staring at each other.
Anita smoothed her pink hair. "Since the master doesn't need us to accompany him, shall we go eat too?"
Wen Shumu nodded, his eyes flickering. He cleared his throat to cover his embarrassment and asked, "Excuse me... do you know where the judges' lounge is?"
Anita paused for a moment, then narrowed her eyes, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Oh—I know, but there are ten judges in total for the creation competition and the competition. Which one is Mumu talking about?"
Wen Shumu knew she was teasing him, but he was still a little shy and whispered, "It's... Marshal Ling."
Anita laughed several times, patted him on the shoulder, and took out her terminal to send him a route map.
"The name is on the door of the lounge, and there should be guards at the marshal's door. You'll see it when you get there."
Wen Shumu thanked her and followed the route shown on the projector to successfully reach the lounge.
Heck was standing in the doorway, and when he saw him coming, he was about to shout "Madam!"
Wen Shumu quickly raised his finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.
Heck instinctively tightened his lips.
"Is the marshal inside?"
"Yes, madam."
Wen Shumu asked again, "Is he the only one here?"
He was afraid that if there were visitors, he might disturb them by coming over abruptly.
Heck replied, "Yes, only the Marshal is here."
Wen Shumu then raised his hand to knock on the door.
"Please come in."
It was Wen Shumu's familiar, cool voice, but perhaps because he was far from the door, he couldn't hear it very clearly.
Heck rushed to open the door for him, and Wen Shumu smiled at the dutiful adjutant and said softly, "Thank you."
After entering, Wen Shumu quietly closed the door and stood by it.
Alpha, who was sitting upright on the sofa watching the projector, suddenly looked up at his position.
The Marshal's lounge was even more spacious than Adolphus's. Ling Suyu sat on the sofa in the corner, a certain distance away, and could not hear the deliberately suppressed conversation outside the door.
When the door was opened, he felt a sudden jolt, as if an electric current had struck him, and a strange, inexplicable feeling arose within him.
This feeling only arises when I'm with Xiaomu.
Seeing that it was indeed his wife, Ling Suyu relaxed his brows, got up and walked quickly towards her.
"Xiaomu."
Wen Shumu took a few steps forward until he was only a few punches away from Ling Suyu.
Her light brown eyes sparkled with joy: "Brother, I've come to have lunch with you."
The aloof and serious marshal on the field completely disappeared at this moment, leaving only a gentle Alpha who looked at his beloved with a faint smile.
Upon receiving the marshal's notification, Heck immediately instructed the relevant personnel to deliver the meal, and specifically requested that strawberry cake be served as dessert.
The marshal had mentioned before that his wife loved to eat this.
Heck recalled that he then asked the marshal, "And what about you?"
The marshal paused for a moment, then said, "I love to eat it too."
Heck immediately jotted it down in his little notebook, which he used to record the marshal's habits. After finishing, he proudly praised himself for being such a competent adjutant, knowing his superior's preferences so well.
After arranging the food delivery, Heck continued his post, but the incident suddenly came to mind, and he couldn't help but feel emotional.
I never expected that Marshal, such a cold person, would love to eat strawberry cupcakes.
*
Perhaps because of Marshal Fang's special instructions, the strawberry cake sent by the organizers was made with extra care.
Wen Shumu ate to his heart's content, his eyes crinkling with laughter.
After finishing his meal, he patted his belly and comfortably leaned back on the sofa.
I think I understand Adolphus's words a little better now. Working is really tiring, and lying down after eating is so comfortable...
Ling Suyu sat down next to him, her gaze fixed on his face. After a long while, she said, "There's cream on your lips."
Wen Shumu subconsciously licked the left corner of her mouth, her pink tongue tracing a path that made her lips even more moist.
"Not here."
Alpha's voice seemed to suddenly become lower, and the distance between his voice and the listener's voice seemed to become closer.
Wen Shumu looked up at Ling Suyu, who was standing close by, his eyes flashing, and a sudden impulse ignited in his heart.
Without hesitation, he moved a few steps closer to Ling Suyu, leaned in, and looked up at him, saying, "Brother, I can't see, can you wipe it for me?"
The air in the lounge seemed to stand still for a moment.
Whether it was his imagination or not, Wen Shumu seemed to see a flame in those icy blue eyes.
He felt the rough, warm touch of fingers on his lips, which slowly brushed past, wiping away the remaining cream.
Ling Suyu lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on her moist lips.