I Heard That I Am a Scumbag, God of War Alpha

Recently, the political wind of the Federation has changed again. It is said that Ning Huabi has rushed to other star regions overnight. Although the news hasn't come out yet, news has spread within the circle.

At breakfast time, Bian Wei put the plate in front of Chen Hongfei.

She is no longer young this year, but she is well maintained. There are no wrinkles on her slender neck, and her face reveals a mature beauty.

She glanced at Chen Hongfei's optical brain screen, then frowned.

Chen Hongfei put down his optical brain, looked up and said, "Look, the focus of the federation's development and construction is gradually shifting to the Kepler generation."

Bian Wei bit her lower lip.

Her voice was soft: "I don't know much about these things. Sigh, I can't sleep well during this time, and I'm worrying about Xiao Ran and Chen E."

Chen Hongfei didn't speak.

Bian Wei prepared the dishes and said, "After all, Xiao Ran is our only son. As a mother, I always want to prepare his engagement banquet in a beautiful manner."

Chen Hongfei grimaced and snorted.

Bian Wei added: "We have agreed on what happened back then, and we will not pursue it anymore. But Chen E still remembers—oh, if he doesn't go, I don't know what people outside will say. They are all of the same father. My brother, but he doesn't give face."

She lowered her eyes and sighed.

Chen Hongfei said angrily: "Last time I personally called to invite him, you didn't hear Chen E's reaction."

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, the Chen family was considered a prestigious family. As long as Chen E is more mature, no matter how unpleasant the quarrel was and there were some discords, he should maintain his superficial skills.

What's more, the father is a member of parliament, and the son is about to become a major general. After all, they are blood relatives, and they might be able to rely on each other in the future.

—There is no such thing as Chen E, who doesn't know how to get off the steps after they are given.

Bian Wei sat down opposite Chen Hongfei.

She said softly: "In the past few days, Xiao Ran told me that he may have other methods."

"you say."

"I heard that Chen E recently fell in love with an Omega, Zhuang Yan, the incompetent young son of the dealer. You have seen it before."

Chen Hongfei frowned: "Then?"

"That Omega is notoriously fond of playing. In the past few years, he has been involved in whatever banquets are held."

Bian Wei paused, and then said: "And Xiao Ran has been in the same school as Zhuang Yan from elementary school to high school, so he can be regarded as an alumni. At that time, if we invite him over, even if Chen E doesn't want to show up, we will respect him." Much nicer."

Chen Hongfei looked pale, nodded and told Bian Wei: "Then you make arrangements."

Bian Wei smiled and put the tableware in Chen Hongfei's hands.

"Okay, let's eat first."

—

noon.

It is said that I like to play very much. When I meet a banquet, I will go to the Zhuang Banquet to join in the fun. I just finished my sleep and began to seriously look at the budget and reconstruction requirements of the last school.

After reading, Zhuang Yan fell silent.

This school is really poor.

The requirements are also very humble, and they can't even afford the money and land for the new building, so they can only renovate on the basis of the original teaching building.

The original teaching building was built twenty years ago, and its appearance is very ordinary, and an insider can tell at a glance that it is the cheapest one in terms of materials and design.

The old and low-rise buildings are unable to afford more and more students.

This year, the new principal finally made up his mind to expand with the lowest cost.

However, this kind of difficulty can no longer be described as dancing with shackles.

This has even reached the point where it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

Zhuang Yan held the pen in his hand, and read the materials two or three times with a serious face.

etc.

He suddenly noticed that the headmaster's name looked familiar. It seems to be an excellent teacher who has been commended by the federal government during the years when he was taken away.

The location of the school is very remote, in the Bojiang Star Region where the economic conditions are not so good.

Zhuang Yan's fingertips paused slightly.

That star field was the place where Chen E lived with his mother who died young before he transferred to Central Star.

Zhuang Yan had never been there, but when he was in elementary school, other kids in the same grade or a few years older liked to make fun of Chen E with this.

Some are indulged by Chen Ran's instigation, and some are purely following the trend.

The world of children is actually simple and cruel, and the environment in which they grow up is different, which can be a reason for bullying.

At that time, Chen Ran was extremely arrogant, he bullied Chen E unknowingly because of the price drop. But he never concealed his contempt for his half-brother.

"Looking at Chen E, he is obviously a countryman who was taught by his mother."

That was all very long ago. Zhuang Yan vaguely remembered that when he was still very young, he was taken home by his brother after school.

He said sullenly: "I don't think that group of people should be like this."

The young Zhuang Jin hummed lazily.

"That's not right."

Zhuang Jin chuckled, and brought his younger brother's schoolbag with one hand, and carried it on his shoulder: "It's a small feast, you have a strong sense of justice."

…

Thinking of my brother, I suddenly felt a little sad again. Zhuang Yan sighed, but still focused on the project at hand.

Although it is difficult, the conditions are very harsh.

But the more so, the more challenging.

After a while, the robot came to pick up Zhuang Yan as usual, and drove him to study in Chen E's empty house.

When asked where its owner was, the robot said, "Colonel Chen E has regular training in the afternoon and will come back at night."

Zhuang Yan hummed.

He actually likes to enjoy the feeling of being alone and concentrating on doing things. Chen E's absence makes people relax and focus instead.

Zhuang Yan compared the material quotation list at the table, repeatedly revising the concept and estimating the cost.

—The first two projects that are not short of money don't need to be so troublesome at all!

Because there were too many things to think about in his mind, he saw an unfamiliar call coming in two or three times, Zhuang Yan pursed his lips and pressed all of them.

I don't want to be disturbed by inexplicable things.

The outline on the paper was changed over and over again, and when it was finally formed, it was completely dark.

The evening wind lifted a corner of the white paper, Zhuang Yan held it down with his elbow, lowered his eyes, and finally carefully drew the plants and shadow lines.

Finished drawing.

The building on the draft is a bit taller than the original model, with simple lines but a grand style.

Zhuang Yan checked the cost table several times, and generally it would not exceed the budget. If it is well controlled, it can even save some money.

Maybe there's something else, something to fix.

But in such a situation where there is no time and opportunity to take a look in person and can only draw a draft with the optical brain model, it is not bad to be able to show the idea like this.

Seeing that the idea was almost finished, Zhuang Yan walked out of the study.

The robot crouched at the door and reported faintly, "I've knocked on the door twice."

"..."

"I mainly want to ask if you want to finish your meal, but you don't open the door."

Zhuang Yan apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't notice."

The robot obediently walked to the kitchen behind Zhuang Yan, and waited for the stove to heat up the nutritious meal together.

"The colonel won't come back to eat."

Zhuang Yan: "Yes."

Then Zhuang Yan sat alone at the dining table to eat, and the robot was charging next to the plug.

The picture is kind of silly.

But it has a strange warm atmosphere.

After Zhuang Yan finished his meal, he rejected the robot's offer to help, and cleaned up the table by himself.

While washing his hands by the sink, he asked gently, "Do you have a name?"

"I?"

The robot was silent for half a second and said, "The colonel didn't have time to name me."

Zhuang Yan was speechless. It's been so many days, it's really too long for this untimely time.

"My serial number is 408."

Zhuang Yan wiped his hands and looked down at the robot. The robot stood in front of the charging socket, its eyes were round and shining blue, and it looked cute and sensible.

It can efficiently arrange everything in order, and it can also heat nutritious meals, cut fruits, and drive itself.

Zhuang Yan asked: "After that, can I call you 408?"

408: "Yes."

Zhuang Yan laughed: "Yes."

It was very late again, and Chen E came back.

At that time, Zhuang Yan sat on the sofa, put out three design drafts, and asked 408 to help him score.

Hearing the soft knock of the door lock, he raised his head.

The cold came in from the outside, maybe it was just after training, Chen E was only wearing thin clothes. The pure black shirt with short sleeves made Alpha's upper arms look strong and powerful.

"Good evening." Zhuang Yan said.

Chen E was slightly taken aback, and lowered his head to glance at Zhuang Yan.

"Ok."

His character is so cold and eccentric, Zhuang Yan was not unhappy, but said in a good temper: "I just finished all the sketches you saw before."

Chen E frowned, walked over with a chill and faint smell of wine, and sat down on the other side of the sofa.

His legs were very long, and his knees were slightly bent outwards, almost touching Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan felt that Chen E didn't seem impatient to listen, so he pushed the drawing towards him.

"I signed up for a design competition." Zhuang Yan explained, "Although I chose one project, I drew three drafts. Would you like to help me see which one looks the best?"

Chen E stretched out his hand with a tired expression, and bent slightly to get the paper on the coffee table.

Zhuang Yan was startled.

Today Chen E's hands are not the same as before. There are bruises all over the knuckles, and there is even a long, swollen mark on the back of the hand.

After all, he was a guest at someone's house, and Zhuang Yan felt uneasy, so he stood up and said, "I'm going to find the medicine box."

Chen E was impatient: "Why are you looking for that?"

"…You are hurt."

Chen E paused slightly. He didn't look at the wound on his hand, his eyes glanced up, and finally fell on Zhuang Yan's face.

Omega seemed really anxious, the usual smile on his face faded, and the corners of his lips curved down slightly.

Before Chen E could answer, Zhuang Yan bowed his head and asked the robot, then went to the cabinet next to him to find out the medicine box.

With restless emotions floating in his chest, Chen E's voice was low and hoarse: "Okay, Zhuang Yan."

The normally obedient and well-behaved boy is now self-willed. Zhuang Yan raised his head in disapproval, put the medicine box on the coffee table, opened it, and took out the ointment used to heal the wings last time.

"Put the medicine there, I will come later."

Zhuang Yan's eyes were black and white: "Just now."

Chen E put down the design draft, took the ointment, unscrewed the lid under Zhuang Yan's gaze, and applied the ointment for himself.

In fact, the injury on the hand is not serious at all, it was knocked out during the over-intensive training. Even if you leave it alone, with Alpha's physical fitness, it can heal within two days.

The Alpha with the flawed half-beast form had a starting point lower than others. Chen E had to work many times harder to stand where he is today.

Over the years, he has gotten used to being alone, and the higher he climbs, the farther he will be from others.

But now Zhuang Yan is too close. There is a very light cinnamon fragrance in the corner of Omega clothes, which looks slightly sweet when floating in the air. The neck is fine and white, and the skin on the back of the neck is smooth and warm that Chen E is familiar with.

But when being stared at by Zhuang Yan like now, Chen E's breathing was stagnant. My heart seemed to be pressed by a shot put. I couldn't tell what I was feeling. It was a little heavy and a little noisy.

There was a slight itching in the chest, like an urge to flap its wings.

In just a moment, this feeling of being out of control was doubled back.

Chen E threw the medicine back into the box, and ordered the robot to pack it up and put it away. He touched Zhuang Yan's drawing with his unmedicated fingertips and picked it up again.

Zhuang Yan immediately straightened up, listening to Chen E's evaluation with eyes full of anticipation.

When he looked at the design draft, the light in his light-colored pupils was like shining gems.

Chen E flipped through it slowly, and could only see these few pictures, each of which was beautiful in its own way.

A few days ago, when the military department was talking about the Kepler star development plan, Chen E had also seen Ning Huabi's manuscript. Zhuang Yan has completely inherited the talent of his mother, and the architectural form formed on paper is magnificent and imaginative.

Chen E said, "I don't know how to choose."

Zhuang Yan persistently asked: "Is there one you think is the best?"

Alpha glanced at Zhuang Yan, and turned the design draft to the end. Zhuang Yan pursed her lips, waiting for him to speak.

But the words in my ears were different from what I imagined.

"I have a bias in my heart. The principal of the school you chose is a teacher I met when I was young."

His tone was alienated and cold, as if he was talking about his own affairs. Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, wondering if he should ask a few more questions.

"So," Chen E said, "I'm not suitable to help you choose."

"..."

Zhuang Yan felt that the topic tonight might not be able to continue.

Chen E is not someone who likes to talk about the past. Even if you continue to ask, you will definitely not get any response.

He wasn't even willing to cooperate with making a suggestion.

...Is this an eviction order?

Zhuang Yan hummed, said goodbye knowingly, and said in a polite and polite tone: "Then I'll go back first."

The slight gentleness on Chen E's face dissipated.

Zhuang Yan went back to the study to pack his things, and after a while, he came out with the design draft. Originally, he planned to let the robot take him back, but Chen E had already put on a long coat and leaned against the garage door.

"I'll take you."

Zhuang Yan: "Don't bother."

After a long silence, Chen E said, "I didn't find it troublesome, I was drunk yesterday."

"Look," Zhuang Yan explained in a good voice, "I haven't messed around in this period of time, and I've been busy preparing for the competition, so I don't have time to do things that are irresponsible to you."

Chen E's eyebrows were sharp, his eyes were dark, and he was squinting at Zhuang Yan.

Facing his gaze, Zhuang Yan said again: "Really, robots are enough, you don't actually have to personally—"

Chen E interrupted: "Zhuang Yan, can you go?"

"..."

In the end, Zhuang Yan obeyed with a good temper and asked Chen E to send him back.

Just don't know why, Alpha has been looking very unhappy, under the faint moonlight, his cheeks are tense. Zhuang Yan has almost never seen Chen E truly happy since he was a child.

After it was delivered, Zhuang Yan was about to say goodbye and get off the car, but was stopped by Chen E again.

"Zhuang Yan," he looked at the light in front of him, "what do you mean by being irresponsible to me?"

Zhuang Yan: "..."

Can you stop digging up the old accounts from the past?

Chen E spread out his palms to him: "Give me the optical brain."

Zhuang Yan pursed his lips, and with the grievance of being misunderstood, he handed the optical brain to Chen E.

Maybe some people are so extreme and don't know how to get along well with Omega, but being too possessive is an innate nature.

There was indeed nothing in the light brain, Chen E glanced at it. He is sensitive to numbers, and he can tell at a glance that there are two or three calls from Chen Ran in the missed call records.

He put the light brain in front of Zhuang Yan, Zhuang Yan was silent for a while, and explained: "I didn't answer, and I don't know who it is."

Chen E said, "Block this number."

"..."

Zhuang Yan added the blacklist very cooperatively, and then looked up at Chen E.

Chen E's mood should have improved a bit, and his frost-like expression had a little warmth again. He was leaning on the back of the chair, but now he is slightly overturned.

In the narrow compartment, the cold air was almost overwhelming. Zhuang Yan's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat, and he flinched uncomfortably.

But Chen E didn't touch him, but stretched his arms stretched out to help Zhuang Yan open the car door. As if it was intentional or unintentional, before returning to his position, his fingertips lightly rubbed Omega's earlobe.

Rough texture like sandpaper.

This time it was clear that no one was drunk, but the heat started to burn from the place of contact.

Zhuang Yan froze for a moment, and his face gradually became hot. The heartbeat was chaotic, as if a meteor had crashed into my heart.

This kind of emotion was strange and embarrassing. He vaguely had a premonition that could not be seen from his subconscious.

Especially Chen E.

Zhuang Yan hastily pushed open the car door, turned around and stepped out. Before leaving, he hesitated and looked back.

A warm yellow light and shadow floated on the car window, and the young and stern Alpha sat in a slightly dark place. His eyesight was heavy, like a silent undercurrent in the night, oppressive and forbearing, as if he was hiding something.

"Zhuang Yan," Chen E's tone was very light, "Go back and rest early."

"..."

"Don't let me find out that you secretly released this number from the blacklist."

Zhuang Yan retorted difficultly: "...I'm not that boring."

Chen E lazily hummed, and looked away from Zhuang Yan's face. Zhuang Yan walked away for a long way, and it was not until he reached the dormitory that he regained his usual breathing rhythm.

Even entering the door to say hello to Qin Heyu, he was out of his mind.

Qin Heyu thought that Zhuang Yan was thinking about design while walking, so he didn't dare to interrupt his thoughts, so he had to coax him to discuss: "You are back, let me wash up first?"

Zhuang Yan nodded slowly, reacting like a wooden man.

Qin Heyu: "...Forget it, you can go back to your room."

I didn't know how long I had to wait to enter the room. There was a faint sound of water in the bathroom through a door.

Zhuang Yan exhaled and sat at the table. Confused, he touched his earlobe.

Heartbeat is steady.

It's clearly not an ear problem.

His life was stolen from him at the youngest age, and the beginning of love was just a word written on paper.

That flustered feeling of wanting to be touched and hiding. Like very light and round bubbles, it swelled up in the chest cavity.

It breaks with one poke.

Zhuang Yan turned on his computer, opened the webpage aimlessly, and waited for the light on the screen to gradually dim.

The design draft is not in the mood to read it carefully, and I want to put down the pen impatiently after drawing two more lines.

Later, Qin Heyu finally took a shower. Zhuang Yan walked into the bathroom with his head down, poured cold water on his face.

His skin is porcelain white, so the thin redness in the corners of his eyes and cheeks at this moment is particularly obvious. Drops of water hung on the eyelashes, and the mirror reflected the boy's hesitant and bewildered expression.

I vaguely felt that it shouldn't be like this.

But once the weak and tender sprouts take root, they will grow little by little, and there is no way to stop them.