Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 2266

Jenson could not help but let out a laugh. Baby Robbie's abnormal resistance to the opposite sex caused Jenson to worry about him. He deliberately teased, "Robbie, if you meet a suitable girl, just start dating her."

Baby Robbie fell into a brief silence on the other line.

Then, he cynically retorted, "Are you joking? I'm still a baby."

Jenson said, "We're a set of triplets, remember? Don't forget that I have a telepathic relationship with you. I can sense whatever that happens to you."

Baby Robbie was refusing to admit anything. "And what on earth did you sense?"

Jenson said, "Back when you were in Yorks Stronghold, you were extremely upset after Sis Daisy's death."

There was a bitter ripple in Baby Robbie's heart, and he said, "She was good to me. So of course, I was sad when she died."

Jenson was not quick to expose him. Baby Robbie's grief when Iris died compared to when Daisy died was completely different.

When Lil Nine died, Baby Robbie was indignant.

However, when Sis Daisy died, Baby Robbie was filled

with sorrow.

"Robbie, some people are only meant to be in our lives for a short time." Jenson softly comforted him.

Baby Robbie replied, "I know."

Hence, Jenson and Robbie confided in each other about their troubles before hanging up.

Looking at the moon outside the window, Jenson suddenly started missing Robbie a little.

On the other side, in the military academy.

It was early in the morning, and the students who were still sleeping soundly in their beds were awakened by the teacher's whistle. "Assemble in three minutes! Hurry!" The students in the dormitory slipped out like a group of loaches and quickly ran to the field.

The teachers in the training camp, who consisted of several male instructors in camouflage uniforms, shouted, "Number off!"

The students raised their heads and shouted in high spirits.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... Ten...!"

"Where the f*ck is nine?!"

"Where is number nine?"

From a distance away, Robert was walking over leisurely and happily.

"You're late, Robert Ares!" a male instructor yelled furiously.

Robert scratched his ears, walked to the instructor, and kindly reasoned with him, "I can't assemble in three minutes, sir." "Why not?"

"Sir, you taught us to listen and be obedient to our parents. My mother taught me that I must never skip brushing my teeth and gargling must take no less than three

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changed and wash my face."

"Who on earth told you to brush your toothbrush for three whole minutes?" The instructor was panting with rage.

Baby Robbie said, "It's written in books that one should at least brush for three whole minutes, sir."

The instructor scowled. "Who permitted you to brush your teeth? I don't think the morning drills require your teeth to be brushed?" Robert replied, "You'll have bad breath if you don't brush your teeth."

The instructor was exasperated. "Are you going to keep talking back to me? You lack discipline! Go and run laps around the field!"

"Sure thing." Baby Robbie happily got out of the formation and then began running laps.

Before long, Baby Robbie leisurely looked on and smiled as the other students carried out the devilish climbing training.

His dormmate complained to the

instructor, "Take a look at Robert, sir.

He's obviously the one being punished, but he has it the easiest here Are you sure you're punishing him? Or are you punishing us?"

Only then did the instructor realize he had made a mistake.

Then, he roared again. "Come here, Robert Ares!'

Robert walked slowly to the instructor. "What's the matter, sir?"

The instructor said, "They're not happy that you're running laps."

Robert looked at the dormmate who wanted to ruin his plan and said, "I'll do everyone's homework this month."

The dormmate immediately waved

his hand and said, "A real man

doesn't go back on his words, sir. Forget it. Since he's getting punished to run laps, there's

absolutely no reason to change the decision halfway. Right, sir?

The instructor,"..."