This Navy Can Have A Place, White Beard He Really Has The Courage To Kill!

In the marshal’s office.

Brightly lit.

Ron looked well-behaved. JPG sat on the sofa, hands on his knees, his body straight, not daring to move.

He looked innocently at Zefa, who gritted his teeth and gave medicinal wine to his eyes with a murderous look, and his heart was plopping down.

“That, Zefa-sensei… Do you want me to help you with your medication?

Ron said cautiously.

Looking at Zefa’s blackened eyes, swollen like a giant panda, the corners of Ron’s mouth couldn’t help twitching, and his shoulders shook.

“What are you laughing at? You think you’re humorous?

Zefa keenly saw Ron’s small movements, and this time he was angry, blowing his beard and glaring.

Ron sat up straight and said seriously

, “Zefa-sensei, I’m not laughing!”

“I am a rigorously trained navy and generally do not laugh!”

Zefaqiang resisted the urge to blow this bastard imp in his heart, rolled his eyes, took out a brand new pair of sunglasses from the drawer next to him, and put them on.

But because the dark fist mark on his eye socket was too big, he touched the wound when he wore sunglasses, and he grinned in pain.

“You laugh again!”

Zefa suddenly turned his head and stared at Ron viciously.

This bastard boy, who doesn’t talk about martial virtue, actually sneaked attack!

The old man was careless for a moment and did not flash!

But how did Zefa know that Ron, a stinky boy, would punch him for no reason?

Ron said solemnly:

“Zefa-sensei, I’m really not laughing.”

His face tightened.

Zefa popped out a sentence from between his teeth:

“You obviously smiled!”

“Don’t think that the old man can’t see it when he wears sunglasses!”

A flash of embarrassment flashed on Ron’s face, but it quickly disappeared, and he coughed lightly and said seriously:

“Zefa-sensei, I’m not laughing at you.”

“I just remembered something funny.”

Zefa snorted coldly and pulled out a cigar from his desk.

He couldn’t help either.

You can’t really beat this stinky boy.

Nor did he mean it.

Zefa just wanted to light the cigar, but saw that Ron had already walked over quickly, smiled like a dogleg, picked up the lighter, and clicked it on.

He glanced at Ron, leaned over the cigar, lit it, and took a deep puff.

Thick white smoke poured out of his mouth, feeling the scalding heat and stimulation of cigar tobacco surging in his throat, Zefa felt that the pain in his eyes became much lighter.

He opened his eyes, but saw the naval imp in front of him looking at him blankly.

Zefa said angrily:

“If you want to smoke, take it yourself!”

“Okay!” Ron smiled and quickly touched one in the humidor in front of Zefa.

He put the cigar horizontally under his nose, sniffed gently, with a look of enjoyment on his face, and exclaimed:

“Good color!”

With that, he cut the cigar, bit it in his mouth, and lit it.

The skill of the action made Zefa, the old smoking gun, shake.

Enjoying the finest cigars on the sea, Ron narrowed his eyes in delight.

He was an old smoker before he crossed over, and he had bought a lot of cigars, but he didn’t have the money to buy such high-end goods.

“That, Zefa-sensei, do you have wine here?”

Because of his familiarity with the plot, Ron still knows Zefa’s character quite well.

Zefa does not have many rules for people, although “abusing” students during class is a bottomless line, which can be described as inhumane, and even called “for you to be less injured in the battlefield in the future”.

But getting along on weekdays, as long as he doesn’t touch the bottom line, this bad old man has always been a big grin.

Ron was not polite.

Cigars are not the same as cigarettes, cigars are not lungs, taste the taste of cigar smoke in the throat, so it is generally better to serve with wine or salted ham meat.

“What do you want the wine for?”

Zefa glanced at him.

Ron smiled

, “Mr. Zefa, you don’t understand, cigars have to be accompanied by wine to be strong.”

Zefa glanced at Ron suspiciously.

And this thing? I don’t know about this old smoking gun for many years?

At first, he suspected that this stinky boy was gluttonous with his own wine, but he didn’t think too much, pointed in one direction and said,

“There’s over there.”

Ron immediately stood up, walked to the coffee table next to him, poured two glasses of whiskey, added a few ice cubes, and brought it over.

“Here, Zefa-sensei, take a puff of the cigar, stay in your mouth for three seconds, and then gently spit it out…”

Zefa followed the letter suspiciously.

A dragon-like smoke slowly spit out.

The mouth was spicy and hot.

At this time, Ron duly handed over a glass of cold whiskey,

“and then take a small sip.”

Zefa took the wine glass and took a sip gently.

The cool spirit mouth suddenly dilutes the spiciness of cigar tobacco, and actually makes a unique and long fragrance and stimulation echo in the throat.

Zefa’s eyes lit up, and he couldn’t help but scold

with a smile: “You stinky boy didn’t learn anything else, this enjoyment is quite good…”

Ron said with a smile while swallowing the clouds

and mist: “If there is salted ham, cut a little more, and serve it with iced mountain spring water, it is also very good.”

But as soon as the words fell, he was stunned.

Because he actually saw a string of words “favorability +10” suddenly appear above Zefa’s head in front of him.

Ron:???

This is okay!?

Lao Tzu just taught this old man to smoke and drink better, which can brush the favorability?

And Ron also found that this favorability can be naturally converted into points on the system.

At this time, 40 points have been accumulated on the system interface!

Thinking of this, Ron rolled his eyes.

It seems that this way of obtaining “recognition” really does not have too many restrictions.

As long as you can do something that the target person approves, it will appear.

What, I just crossed into a pirate, how did this become a strategy game?

Forget about him, just have points!

So Ron’s eyes became eager when he looked at Zefa, and he poured Zefa more self-cooked wine and passed cigarettes.

And in his line of sight, the words “favorability +3” constantly appeared above Zefa’s head….

For a time, the scene of the old and the young in the office was extremely harmonious, and the atmosphere was also a lot harmonious.

Tobacco and alcohol were originally the mediators of relationships between men from eighty to eighteen.

As for the bad problem of this smelly boy smoking and drinking at a young age, Zefa was unimpressed.

What are you kidding, the Navy does not smoke, then is it still the Navy?

The slightly headed and faceless naval bigwigs all smoke and drink, and when they fight, they have to bend their legs, and they look like military riffraff, which is the sense of oppression!

“Tell me, Ron boy, you said you didn’t sleep in the middle of the night, braving the storm to practice, what the hell is going on?”

After enjoying a meal of tobacco and alcohol, Zefa squinted at the young navy in front of him, seemingly nonchalantly.

Ron heard that this was just the task of the master, no, the system.