The colonel’s expression is as if he’s heard something perplexing.

An Zhe guessed at his confusion, but didn’t guess the issue the colonel focused on first.

“Why would you think my intelligence would be lower when I wake up in the morning?” Lu Feng asks.

An Zhe replies, “Because I imagine you wouldn’t have gotten enough sleep the night before.”

“Even if I was sleep deprived, that kind of situation still wouldn’t happen.” The colonel says, “Besides, if I had hit the ceiling once, there wouldn’t be a second time.”

“Which means you really did hit your head before.” An Zhe says.

This time he’s won against Lu Feng in this argument battle.

After a short moment of silence, Lu Feng says, “That’s only happened once when I was fourteen or fifteen.”

“But no matter when, my emotions and intelligence are both very stable.”

“Really?” An Zhe watches him suspiciously, “But recently, I often notice that in the morning, you’d watch me without moving, like the speed of your brain is very slow.”

“That’s because you wake up too late.” Lu Feng’s face is without expressions, “If you wake up before me, then you can watch me instead.”

He actually makes a lot of sense. An Zhe turns his back against him, making it clear that he no longer wants to talk to him. Yet three minutes later, he still can’t hold it in and asks, “Why did you receive a different treatment than the others?”

——The colonel didn’t sleep in the lower break cabins, his vehicle was clearly remodeled, and the spacious, bright room upstairs was the colonel’s real bedroom. The walls of the bedroom are in a beautiful, silvery white colour, and on the sides as well as above have windows installed, and there is even a solitary washroom built in that limited space.

The bedside has a desk installed, much like the format of the standardized rooms in the outer districts of the base. The contents of that extremely perfunctory work handbook of Lu Feng’s were done over this desk.

In any case, this picture of comfort and brightness is different from what An Zhe imagined.

The colonel says, “One of the Judges went mad in the compartment. There was a different reason for why he went mad, but the Supply Station still upgraded the living space of the Judges who came after.

“Maybe they just want to put you guys in a better mood.” An Zhe says.

“Mn.” Lu Feng replies, “Later when I led troops, I got the Supply Station to remodel all the vehicles of the Trial Court, and added five more cars for supplies.”

“You’re so good.” An Zhe says.

Lu Feng’s tone is unusually flat, “It’s because I noticed they’d often hit their heads, and that’d put them in a bad mood.”

An Zhe hugs his pillow and starts to laugh.