Then, while Kent and the attendants watched in trepidation, Eirenco and Yang Xiyi calmly dug in, completely unfazed.
After that, the well-fed Natalia Eirenco wiped her glossy, plump lips and announced that she was going to stretch her legs. Then she strode off with an air that dared anyone to stop her.
As for Commander Yang, he really did wrap himself in a blanket, flop onto the sofa in his office, and fall fast asleep.
Kent, however, couldn't eat or sleep no matter how hard he tried.
After tossing and turning for three hours, he finally received a report from the monitoring department: a mass projection had appeared in the system, and a fleet had arrived.
As he leaped out of bed, a note of excitement entered the monitoring department's voice.
"Friendly identification confirmed. It's the Tianshan and Alps, along with PL02 and PL03, and Assault Ship 4! Reinforcements from our side, coming from Eunomia!"
Well, the other shoe had finally dropped. Michiel Kent breathed a little easier, then realized he was genuinely hungry.
The young officer, who was also born into a noble family, wolfed down a boxed meal in three minutes, then hurried to Yang Xiyi's office. To his surprise, the commander, usually so listless, had already gotten up.
"They couldn't have arrived at a better time," Yang Xiyi said. "Any earlier or later, and it wouldn't have been as good as this."
The man had once been like a lazy old cat on the verge of death, but now he seemed to have perked up. There was even a hint of a lion's presence about him.
Michiel Kent decided it had to be a hallucination brought on by getting only ten hours of sleep all week. Looking at his superior, who managed at least five hours of