Counterfeit Hero

After messing around in the game all night, Fatty finally achieved the goal of his class command without any casualties.

However, he simultaneously realized clearly the weakness in his command ability due to lack of systematic study in military command. Several times, it was due to a lack of command skills that led to the eventual waste of previous efforts.

Managing to command at the class level without casualties was an achievement. But commanding at the platoon level was six times as difficult as the class level.

Fatty felt a bit troubled. Should he find a way to start learning the basics of military command?

At the morning hours, Mars Central City began its awakening.

Soft sunlight sprinkled onto the east side balcony of Building No. 9. The air was still filled with the dampness of a small rain from the night, with a gently cool breeze carrying the crisp calls of birds.

The only two people in this building appeared on the balcony at the same time.

”Good morning, General Tian.” Margaret nodded gently at Fatty. This Fatty was on the balcony every morning, shaking his butt while exercising. She purposely showed up here today.

”Good morning, Major Margaret.” Although he knew that Carolina’s aide moved into the next room yesterday, Fatty still feigned surprise, pointing to the room next door: ”What, are you living here too?”

”Yes.”

”Damn woman! Came to spy on me and seduce me.”

”Damn Fatty! I refuse to believe I can’t handle you!”

Both cursed in their hearts simultaneously but exchanged smiles on the surface.

”One two three four, two two three four, change position, let’s do it again.” Fatty was doing weight-loss exercises. He had been sticking to these exercises for months. Just yesterday, he was delighted to find his waistline had reduced by at least a millimeter, which strengthened his resolve to continue.

On the neighboring balcony, Margaret wore a beige tight tank top and dark blue short shorts, leaning over the balcony railing with a cup of tea in hand. Her slender, straight legs, smooth and delicate. Her toes, like white jade, painted with pink nail polish, were as exquisite as art.

When evaluating beauty, start with hands and feet. It doesn’t matter how pretty one is, if the hands and feet are rough and misshapen, even the prettiest face can’t make one a beauty. As a descendant of Master Tian Boguang, Fatty obviously understood this deeply. Despite a vague sense of caution and hostility towards Carolina’s aide, who smiled at him deceitfully at first meeting, he had to admit this woman’s hands and feet were indeed exceptionally beautiful.

In childhood, Fatty could flawlessly recite beauty criteria from various adult magazines and manuals for scoundrels. The neck should be long and elegant, the collarbone delicate, the skin fair and tender, breasts perky, waist slender and strong, hips round and plump, legs straight, hands and feet exquisite, aura elegant with a touch of wildness...

Dammit! Fatty swore, this chick must be determined to seduce him, purposely growing into this figure.

She was practically the ultimate endgame for all sex maniacs.

Bending to the left, bending to the right, Margaret’s chest revealed dazzling cleavage, enticing Fatty’s gaze till he squinted. With his bending movements, those beautiful little white rabbits seemed to tremble slightly.

Fatty’s eyes almost fell into her chest!

Glancing at Fatty’s lustful demeanor out of the corner of her eye, Margaret casually sipped her tea.

Others might not understand, but Margaret could almost instantly perceive that Fatty was deliberately trying to disgust her.

With her identity, not even Senior Officers of the Front Army knew much about her, let alone Fatty.

In his eyes, she was still Carolina’s aide. Appearing beside him in such a role, Fatty naturally harbored innate caution and alertness. Moreover, last time on the training ground, she had secretly given him a hard time. But his handling method was rather unique compared to ordinary people.

However, thinking this approach would cause her to stay away would be too naive!

”General Tian...”

As if completely unaffected by Fatty’s unabashed gaze, Margaret smiled sweetly, pouring a cup of tea and handing it over the balcony: ”This is West Lake Longjing I brought from Earth’s authentic origin.”

”Oh, Colonel Margaret, you’re too kind.” Fatty accepted the cup with surprise, while inwardly pondering. Being able to maintain such composure under his almost penetrating gaze, was this woman’s mind oblivious due to her large chest, or was she so calm that nothing phased her?

Fatty was sipping tea, his thoughts still tangled, when Margaret nonchalantly brushed her smooth blonde hair while pinching her tank top, pulling down an already-revealing neckline.

”Pfft...” Fatty sprayed tea everywhere, coughing violently.

”What’s wrong?” Margaret’s faint smile was enchanting even under the bright sun, her gentle voice full of allure: ”Isn’t my tea tasty...”

Fatty furiously wiped the water off himself. Margaret’s neckline bounced back up just at its limit. What’s worse, she wore a skin-colored tube top underneath. Simply too bullying, intolerable.