Chapter 31 2/2

After crossing the cosmic storm, Cen Lang immediately awkwardly placed Jiang Li back on the bed, covered him with a blanket, and dealt with it skillfully, seeking stability amidst speed. The crisis has not been completely averted yet. Cen Lang hurriedly went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, and it was twenty minutes before he calmly walked out.

“Sorry, I’ll take over. I’ll handle it to shift attention.”

Lu Jing got up, gave him the seat, and went to rest with closed eyes.

Both were top-notch in their skills, and the handover was silent.

Cen Lang operated for four hours, and then it was Lu Jing’s turn for the early shift.

Jiang Li had already woken up and nudged Cen, who was off duty, saying, “Go to bed for a while.”

Cen Lang: “Okay.”

The warship had entered a very stable course of travel. Inside the warship, it was as smooth as walking on flat ground. Commercial spacecraft passed by like sharks and octopuses in the ocean.

When encountering a warship, commercial ships would consciously give way.

Jiang Li bent down to wash his face in the bathroom.

Lu Jing judged that the route conditions were good and could be accelerated. He pushed the throttle up.

The instantaneous change in speed was not as exaggerated as a bus starting abruptly, making passengers unstable, but there was a force pushing backward.

Jiang Li suddenly felt a bit nauseous in the morning, holding onto the sink, dry-heaving.

He tried to lower his voice, leaving only heavy breathing. Cen Lang was sleeping; he probably wouldn’t notice.

After calming down for ten minutes, Jiang Li vaguely felt someone at the door. Turning his head, he saw Lu Jing staring at him deeply. Instantly, he naturally dropped the hand covering his stomach.

“Do you need to use the bathroom?” Jiang Li asked with a cold expression, inwardly tensing.

Lu Jing, promoted to admiral in his forties, was older than Cen Lang, after all, with deeper experience. He could have been a father at this age. Or maybe he really was a father, having seen Omega’s morning sickness. In any case, he seemed to know more than Cen Lang. Jiang Li maintained composure, not daring to make any small movements. No matter how you looked at it, Lu Jing’s gaze seemed like he was searching for something in his memories. Forget about it; don’t recall.

Lu Jing: “Feeling unwell?”

Jiang Li found an excuse: “I didn’t sleep well last night, feeling a bit dizzy.” Lu Jing glanced at Cen Lang on the marching bed. “Drink some grape juice.”

Because Jiang Li had vomited before, Cen Lang specified that he wanted grape juice from the old demon king’s research base.

Jiang Li always felt that Lu Jing’s look at Cen Lang was extremely complex. He feared that Lu Jing might accidentally discover the truth. He said, “Thank you for your concern, General. Before, I vomited during a meteor shower and might have some after-effects.”

Lu Jing nodded, and Jiang Li couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

Jiang Li calmed down; one advantage of Admiral Lu was that he was reticent and didn’t meddle in unnecessary matters.

Cen Lang slept lightly. With their back-and-forth conversation, he woke up directly. Upon waking up, he felt a bit uneasy; his sensitive period seemed to be approaching.

The last time during the sensitive period, he fell into a prolonged, uncontrollable pheromone storm. Since then, after healing in the underground city, he hasn’t experienced a sensitive period.

Cen Lang suddenly remembered the inexplicable warning from the old demon king, asking him not to get close to Jiang Li during the sensitive period. Could it be that he liked Jiang Li? It was just a warning, not opposition, so Cen Lang didn’t take it seriously.

However, for his first sensitive period after healing, he indeed shouldn’t approach Jiang Li recklessly.

Cen Lang sensed the pheromone levels within himself and judged, based on experience, that it would be in about two or three days.

He needed to return to Earth as soon as possible and arrange everything before the sensitive period.

It would be best to confess and then use this sensitive period to tell Jiang Li that he could endure and wouldn’t harm him. Cen Lang left the living area, stood in the corridor, and directly asked, “Admiral Lu, is it allowed to accelerate?”

Lu Jing: “Accelerating will make Jiang Li vomit.”

Jiang Li’s scalp tingled.

“Then forget it.” Cen Lang lowered his head to look at Jiang Li. “Are you okay?”

Jiang Li: “I’m fine; it’s nothing. You can accelerate. I can’t stay on this warship.”

Cen Lang felt a bit distressed; he shouldn’t have let Jiang Li go to collect pheromones with him. He admitted that it was a bad idea he came up with just because he couldn’t see Jiang. Doctor Xiao Jiang had a good physique; he was strong enough to endure the rotations in the hibernation chamber. Now, even normal acceleration would make him vomit. He should have drawn some pheromones and brought them back to Jiang.

“Sorry.”

Jiang Li: “I’m really fine.”

Cen Lang: “Go lie down for a while, and don’t use the tablet today.” Jiang Li was afraid it would never end. He said, “Okay.”

Cen Lang squeezed into the cockpit, closed the soundproof door, and devoutly sought advice: “Admiral Lu, what did you rely on to endure the sensitive period for more than twenty years?” He could learn from it.

Lu Jing remained silent for a long time.

Just when Cen Lang thought he wouldn’t answer directly, Lu Jing spoke: “If your wife and children are gone, would you still care about the sensitive period?”

Cen Lang: “…”

Yes, who would care about the sensitive period when they lost their wife and children? The most painful thing in his life was when the storm syndrome was out of control. He knew that these two pains couldn’t be confused.

This answer was not of much value for reference. He would have to feel his way across the river on his own.