Dressed as a super rare female, being chased and pampered by the big guys

Not winning the lottery was already unlucky enough, but I didn’t expect there would be something even more unlucky!

It would be fine even if he was caught by any other superior, why did he have to be caught by the Marshal...

Everyone was like a screaming chicken whose neck was suddenly strangled, and the whispers stopped abruptly.

They didn't dare to look into Feli's eyes, and stumblingly confessed that they shouldn't have slacked off at work and shouldn't have watched the live broadcast of a young female in such a serious place as the military.

Unexpectedly, Feili didn't seem angry. He said lightly: "It won't happen again", as if he was just going to turn the matter over lightly.

Not until the oppressive figure completely disappeared from their sight did everyone breathe a sigh of relief, hunched their shoulders and looked at each other, unable to believe that they had escaped such a disaster.

You don't even have to write a self-criticism? ? Is this true? Was that the real marshal just now? Could it be someone else pretending to be him?

Back in the office, Feli lowered his eyes and looked at the words "Unfortunately, you didn't win the prize" displayed on the computer.

In the quiet office, after a long time, a faint sigh was suddenly heard.

He thought he might be crazy.

Not only did he watch Nian Tu's live broadcast while working like those unruly and ignorant young men regardless of the occasion or time, but he also felt... disappointed because he didn't win the lottery?

Feli rarely felt such obvious emotions, and the more he savored them, the more absurd it seemed to him.

Why would he have such emotional fluctuations over such a trivial matter?

Ferry shook his head and picked up the documents at hand.

The matter ends here, and he will no longer pay too much attention to the little female named Nian Tu.

After reading two lines of the document, a system prompt suddenly came from the computer: "Nian Tu applies to add you as a friend." Fei Li sat up straight reflexively.

One second later, the friend request was approved.

Feili stared at the chat interface. After a while, he saw no message from the other party, so he took the lead and sent a message: [Good morning, Mr. Nian Tu.]

This is a courtesy, he told himself. Males should take the initiative to greet females.

Nian Tu was still considering how to send a message to his elders. He deleted and revised a sentence several times. When he saw the message sent by Fei Li first, he was shocked.

Nian Tu: [You can just call me by my name, or Nian Nian is also fine.]

It's too scary to call her Your Excellency. She doesn't deserve it.

Feili replied quickly: [Okay, Nian Nian.]

Although he felt that they had only known each other for a short time and it might seem rude to call a young female by a nickname, since Nian Tu had given her permission, he would just go with the flow.

Nian Tu: [Excuse me for disturbing you. I want to send you a breakfast we made. Are you home now?]

Interstellar mailing does not require an address. As long as the recipient is determined, the logistics will naturally locate the recipient's current location and deliver the items directly.

Feili: [I am working in the military building. I can send it here. Thank you Niannian.]

Nian Tu: “…”

Send the buns to the military building? Is that really possible? When she was in school, she was not allowed to bring breakfast into the classroom.

Maybe people in the StarCraft are more informal and don't have such requirements, she thought, and replied: [Okay, for breakfast, Sion and I made steamed buns together, I hope you like them.], and attached a GIF emoticon of a bunny bowing.

At nine o'clock, the atmosphere in the military building was solemn and everyone entered work mode.

Just after the morning meeting, someone came in too hastily this morning and hasn't had breakfast yet. He took out a nutritional supplement and drank it all in one gulp, complaining, "This brand of nutritional supplement is getting harder and harder to drink."

"How about ordering takeout?" the person at the next workstation suggested in a low voice.

There aren't actually many rules when working in the Imperial Military, and there's not even a clear prohibition on eating while working.

"Forget it. It wouldn't be good if the marshal saw it."

Although the military does not prohibit it, their highest superior, the Marshal, never eats during working hours, so their subordinates must also be more restrained.

Besides, takeout food isn’t very good. “I wanted to eat steamed buns, but unfortunately I didn’t win the prize in the lottery.”

"You also watched Nian Tu's live broadcast?"

"Of course, I've been following her since the Jade Pavilion. I like her very much."

Their chatting about New Year's Eve immediately attracted the attention of other people.

"Don't mention it. We were caught by the Marshal this morning while secretly watching the live broadcast! Luckily he didn't pursue the matter."

Just as I was about to start venting my frustrations, I heard a warning cough from my colleague, and everyone shut up instantly.

The Marshal's figure suddenly appeared, passed by them and walked towards the door of the building.

Everyone was as quiet as quails, secretly glancing at the marshal and finding that someone seemed to have sent something to him. After the marshal signed for it, he held the item in his arms and took it back to the office.

Curiosity gives courage.

Someone actually sneaked a peek at what the marshal received—

"steamed stuffed bun?!"

Everyone present here is an audience member of Nian Tu’s live broadcast studio, so there is no way they could make a mistake.

The transparent insulated box contained the plump white buns, exactly the same as the ones given away in the lucky draw this morning! At a quick glance, there were about 10 of them!

There was a brief silence, with everyone in shock and disbelief.

"The Marshal also watched the live broadcast?"

"The Marshal also won a prize?"

Carrying the thermal box all the way back to the office, Felix washed his hands carefully, picked up a bun and looked at it for a while before lowering his head and taking a bite.

He deliberately slowed down his chewing speed and ate very attentively.

If Nian Tu saw this, he would definitely be in a dilemma.

Such ordinary home-cooked buns could actually be served on the marshal's table one day and be eaten like delicacies from land and sea.

Just as Feli was picking up the second bun, there was a light knock on the office door.

The person who came was one of his subordinates who was caught by him watching Nian Tu's live broadcast before.

The young male put down the information he had brought and before leaving, he couldn't help but ask, "Is this the bun you won in the lucky draw in Nian Tu's live broadcast room?"

The scent in the air was familiar and charming. He tried hard to hold back his saliva and was about to cry.

Why wasn't he the winner?

Even if the winners were those colleagues, he could at least get a bite, but who dared to take food from the Marshal? !

Feli remained calm as he corrected her, "It wasn't a lottery draw. She gave it to me specifically."

There is no need to compete with billions of people for a hundred places. This is a unique thought.

Subordinates: “…”

The subordinate politely excused himself, but when he returned to his workstation, he could no longer hold back and complained to his colleagues: "The Marshal is actually involved in something shady!"

"He said the buns were specially given to him by Nian Tu."

Everyone was speechless.

"It must be because the Marshal is Major-General Sion's uncle."

"I guess so."

It's impossible that there is any personal relationship between the Marshal and Nian Tu... The Marshal is well-known for not being interested in females.

Imperial Marshal Ferry Lane is known throughout the empire as a sexually apathetic person, and everyone believes that he will not have any sparks with any females.

Sion thinks so too.

Although he thought that Ferry had no interest in females and had heard Ferry say that he would not share a wife with him, he still felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

When Tu suggested sending buns to Feli, Sion immediately became alert and felt a stronger sense of crisis.

This sense of crisis made him unable to resist sending a message to Feli to declare his sovereignty.

Xiong: [Did you receive the buns? Niannian gave you the buns because you are my uncle. Don’t think too much about it.]

After waiting for a long time, I received a reply from Feli.