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

These days, Chen E's time is occupied by meetings of all sizes. There are twenty-four hours in a day, and I wish I could break them into forty-eight hours.

From border matters, to combat readiness, to scientific research. There are also some small meetings, and it is too late to participate in the whole process, so I have to show up casually and listen to the most important part before leaving.

During the occasional break, General Xie asked, "Are you tired at the border before, or are you tired now?"

The person on the opposite side was talking through a holographic image, and Chen E lowered his eyes: "Border."

"However, in the Central Star, what is tiring is the heart. The so-called fighting with others is almost like this. In the future, we will have to fight with the Congress for the right to speak, and fight with the cabinet for the budget."

Old General Xie laughed, and his tone became lighter: "Take your time, Xiao Chen, you are still very young."

The house has been assigned for several days, but Chen E never had the chance to go back. Even when he slept, he just took a nap on the sofa in the military department.

Finally, the work came to an end and I was a little free. 408 sent a message: "The banquet is here."

Chen E opened the front door of the suspension car, and replied a word on the optical brain: "Yes."

Half way home, 408 reported again: "Xiao Yan said, it's better for you to decide the bedroom."

Chen E frowned and glanced at the line of words, did not speak, just put away the light brain, and then leaned on the back of the chair to rest silently.

Actually didn't expect much.

But after getting out of the car, I saw lights in the house. The fair-skinned and beautiful boy smiled and lowered his head to talk to the robot through the window. Alpha still couldn't restrain himself from stopping his steps, and pricked his fingertips slightly.

This scene seemed like someone was waiting for me to go home.

Chen E pushed open the door. Zhuang Yan was flustered for a moment, and the smile on his face was slightly restrained.

"You're back."

Chen E hummed.

Alpha changed his shoes at the door, took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack.

The room was very quiet, Zhuang Yan's footsteps were light and broken. Chen E turned around and saw that he was getting closer, holding the box in his hand, looking at himself nervously.

The boy's eyes are round and amber, like the pupils of a cat.

"I brought some souvenirs from the Bojiang Starfield."

After all, Chen E also just came back from there, so it was a bit strange to give this present. But calling it a birthday gift seems too deliberate.

When he was preparing this gift box, he actually spent the most time, hiding his youthful thoughts that no one could see.

The silence made the heart beat gradually flustered. When Chen E finally stretched out his hand, Zhuang Yan lowered his eyes slightly, afraid that his face would appear unnatural.

"Thank you." Chen E said.

Zhuang Yan slowly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "I hope you like it."

Alpha hummed, and said again: "I forgot to prepare it for you when I came back."

Zhuang Yan shook his head vigorously: "You are busy, I have more time."

Chen E put the box on the sofa, and then fell silent for a while.

The relationship between them is always between acquaintances and strangers. Sometimes Zhuang Yan feels that the expression on Chen E's face is too cold, as if he will stab himself.

He didn't even dare to test, to expose Alpha's restrained and buried emotions.

—What if you are different from yourself?

After experiencing the humiliation of the counterfeit, what if Chen E hated himself more than he imagined?

Sometimes Zhuang Yan thinks about it and thinks that maintaining the status quo is actually quite good. At least I can give the gift, and then sit on the sofa and say a few words peacefully and without thorns.

But no matter how powerful Alpha is, it is easy to be powerless in the face of liking this matter.

Back then, the counterfeit had a keen and cruel intuition in this regard, and he didn't need too much contact to vaguely smell Chen E's affection for Zhuang Yan.

Like a wild dog smelling meat, he bit on it viciously. The more embarrassing Chen E is, the happier the counterfeit will be.

People always have the instinct of self-preservation. Being trampled on too many times, slowly, a thick layer of scab will naturally appear.

You have to hide your heart in a deep, safe place. Otherwise, it will appear too humble.

Later, it was Chen E who pinched the center of his eyebrows and asked Zhuang Yan what his plans were for the new semester with a weary look.

"I applied for a dormitory. There are more classes in the second half of the semester, and there will be semi-finals and finals."

Omega raised his face, his eyes were as clear and clean as a small animal: "Maybe he will be a little busier than last semester, and need to go to the library frequently."

Chen E hummed, and said indifferently: "So you don't have much interest in the bedroom upstairs."

"..." Not really.

"Then I'll leave it for you. If you want to come, tell 408, and it will arrange a car."

Zhuang Yan said softly: "Okay."

He vaguely noticed that Alpha was not in a good mood, but he didn't know whether it was because of himself, or because of busyness and exhaustion.

Zhuang Yan pursed her lips, and pointed to the gift box on the coffee table: "Do you want to take a look? I ate a kind of candy over there, and it tasted very good. It seems that you can't buy it here at Central Star."

Chen E glanced at Zhuang Yan, stretched out his arms and brought the gift box over. He has very long fingers, but he is not very good at handling the ribbon on the box. He fiddled with it, but the bow was about to become a dead knot.

Zhuang Yan couldn't stand it anymore, so he took the initiative to sit over and help Alpha explain it himself.

The distance is a little closer, Alpha is not in the susceptible period recently, and the breath of pheromone is weak. The corner of the clothes had a faint smell of alcohol, which smelled slightly bitter.

Zhuang Yan's fingertips accidentally touched the back of Chen E's rough hand. It was almost as if an electric current was blowing, he was startled, and quickly pulled the ribbon and raised his head.

Moving his gaze upwards, he met Chen E's gaze. Chen E's eyes were dark, and his brows were furrowed.

Zhuang Yan retracted his arms unnaturally, and put his hands behind his back.

"All right."

Chen E responded with a nasal voice, and opened the lid of the box. There are several small grids inside, and four or five kinds of exquisite snacks and candies are placed.

The grid in the center is too large, and in the center of the beautiful decorative paper, there is a delicate little ornament. Turn it over, and you can see a pair of sketches in a thin glass frame. A low house and a laurel bush by the river, two little black dots, and clusters of fireworks in the sky.

The picture is dense and dense, and the creator's skills in architectural sketching can be seen at a glance.

Chen E lightly brushed the glass surface with his index finger, and he asked, "Did you draw it?"

"After finishing the design, I still have a little time. I happened to see a small shop on the street that can make decorations, so I drew it casually."

"Ok."

The boy's face was a little hot, but his eyes were bright: "I'm not a professional painter, so don't feel ugly."

Alpha sounds low.

"pretty."

Zhuang Yan's tail was about to curl up: "Is it true?"

"real."

Zhuang Yan's eyes were crooked, but he pursed his lips as much as possible, obviously not wanting to show his happiness too obviously.

The wrinkles between Chen E's brows eased a little, and it was rare to look at Zhuang Yan gently.

"Which kind of candy do you like?"

"I like them all, I ate them all," Zhuang Yan picked out a toffee with red ears, "but this tastes the best, I don't know if you tried it when you were in Bojiang Starfield ?”

Chen E said, "I haven't."

He pushed aside the candy wrapper and motioned for Zhuang Yan to reach out.

The milky white candy ball fell into Omega's palm, and Chen E said, "But you have a good eye, and the children there like to eat this brand of milk candy."

Zhuang Yan asked: "Then why don't you give it a try?"

A pretty boy full of anticipation, with little stars in his eyes.

Chen E paused, but finally did not refuse, just said: "I rarely eat sugar."

He also peeled one for himself and swallowed it. The sugar melts on the tip of the tongue, a rich milky aroma.

"It's quite sweet." Chen E said.

Zhuang Yan laughed, a pair of dimples appeared on his cheeks.

But within a few minutes, Alpha began to issue the eviction order again: "It's getting late, I have a meeting later, let 408 take you back first."

In fact, it's not too late, mainly because of snowfall, before four o'clock, the outside of the window becomes dark.

Zhuang Yan didn't bother anyone, and hummed understandingly: "Then I'll go back to study too, and I won't bother you."

He packed his things, said goodbye to Chen E, and was about to go out and get in the car. Chen E sat on the sofa, didn't move much, just nodded his head.

The light was warm yellow, falling on Chen E's cold white skin, reflecting an abnormal rash.

On the way back, Zhuang Yan thought for a while in a daze, then suddenly realized: "408."

408:?

"Is he allergic to something?"

The robot said, "Yes, the major general is allergic to milk."

Zhuang Yan: "..."

No wonder I never ate toffee before, but now I am so eager to drive people away.

Zhuang Yan can probably understand Alpha's wild animal-like habits. Perhaps it was because Chen E was too lonely in his youth. Once Chen E was injured or was not feeling well, he was always used to dealing with the wound alone.

He rarely reveals because it's not safe, it's a show of weakness.

But still depressed, Zhuang Yan turned his head and asked 408 sullenly: "Why didn't you remind me?"

408: "I don't know what's in your gift box either."

"…"Right.

"And just now, the major general temporarily turned off my voice function."

408's tone was calm: "Actually, Xiao Yan, this is just a toffee. The protein content is very low, and the major general's allergies are definitely not serious. It won't kill you. At worst, take some desensitization drugs, don't worry."

Robots have their own unique set of standards for measuring the seriousness of things. But Zhuang Yan still felt annoyed and puzzled—

He said softly, "Then why didn't Chen E reject me?"

Did Chen E have a better opinion of himself than before?

The sweetness left by the sugar ball on the tip of the tongue before seems to have changed inexplicably.

A little youthful, but also a little clamorous impulse.

But the distance from the major general's house to the school is so long, and now it's halfway there, and it's not appropriate to turn back. Zhuang Yan's face was hot, and he opened the optical brain with a little unsteady hand, found Chen E's name, clicked on it but didn't know how to say it.

In the end, he had no choice but to switch the chat interface to Qin Heyu's side, endured the flustered heart rate, typed each word, and clicked send.

"Student Xiao Qin, I might really want to fall in love with Chen E."

Half a second later, Qin Heyu: "!"

"!!!"

Zhuang Yan: "However, it is one-sided for the time being."

Qin Heyu: "???"

Zhuang Yan glanced at 408. The robot looks ahead and controls the steering wheel of the hover car. There was snow outside the window.

The pretty boy pursed his lips secretly, as if he was announcing a secret: "Anyway, my side is ready to start first."

Qin Heyu: "...ah, what about him?"

"He doesn't know yet."

"..."

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