When Qin Zhenzi found High Engineer, she saw her boss wearing nothing but oversized shorts, holding a ceramic cup, basking in an artificial sun with a look of leisure and contentment, nearly dozing off.
She was instantly speechless.
I haven't even retired yet. How are you already acting like you're on your last legs?
And they were in the middle of a civilization war! Could he at least be a little more serious?
"Boss!!"
"Hm? Oh, it's Little Qin. What do you need?"
Looking at his expression, which resembled that of a retired senior cadre, the corner of Qin Zhenzi's mouth twitched.
"Boss, we're in a critical period—the legion has launched its first civilization war. Instead of commanding from the center, you've come outside to bask in the sun? Can't you bask in the sun whenever?"
"Command? Command what?" High Engineer asked in surprise. "You want me to micromanage from thousands of light-years away. Who do you think I am? You're giving me too much credit."
"Then come back to headquarters. We'd feel more at ease with you there. General Du isn't here, so who else can we rely on but you?"
High Engineer thought for a moment, then refused.
"The sunlight angle over there isn't good. It's uncomfortable. I prefer staying here."
Qin Zhenzi took a deep breath.
"Then surely you'll at least accept the diplomatic request from the Anti-Insect Alliance?"
"Wasn't that always your responsibility?" High Engineer asked in confusion. "Personnel, money, resources—which one can't you get?"
"Have you forgotten? They opened their doors wide for you because they expected you to assassinate the Insect Queen."
High Engineer slapped his forehead and said in sudden realization:
"Oh, right, there was something like that. But they can't find the Insect Queen, and there's nothing I can do about that."