MTL - I Heard That I Am a Scumbag, God of War Alpha-Chapter 39 important

There was a stardust storm at the base that day, and the traffic was blocked. A red signal is issued within the system, and all personnel are advised to postpone travel.

But under such climatic conditions, the starship takeoff and landing point is a very risky thing. There is no special combat requirement, and the personnel in charge of transportation are full of embarrassment, and they can't sign the special approval document.

It doesn't matter, the center of the storm is slightly off. Chen E ordered 408 to prepare the mecha, he can manually cross the storm, and then go to another nearby port to board the ship.

"It's dangerous," 408 said.

Chen E's tone was cold: "I have experience."

Both the strong wind and the meteorite flow were quite violent, Chen E held the joystick tightly with a dignified expression.

The tail of the falling star dragged fire, and the mecha shuttled through the orange flames, extremely small but extremely flexible.

After finally crossing the star storm and landing safely, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Alpha's back.

Before he had time to rest, he got out of the cockpit of the mecha and hurriedly boarded the starship.

The climate at the jump point is still unstable, but at least it can set sail. But under this influence, the whole journey was at least 20 minutes slower than usual.

When they arrived at Kepler, Zhuang Yan and his professors and classmates had already set off for the central star.

"Their starship just left port for ten minutes," 408 asked, "do you need to activate special authority to stop?"

Chen E frowned and asked, "Is Xiaoyan up there?"

"exist."

"He's still under A-level protection."

"yes."

So Zhuang Yan should be very safe now.

Chen E hummed, his voice slightly hoarse: "Then I'll go back to the central star and wait for him."

The starships of the military headquarters are always much faster than those used by civilians. Chen E went back half a day earlier than Zhuang Yan, and even had time to return to the military headquarters to deal with some urgent matters.

According to his request, 408 reported Zhuang Yan's whereabouts at a fixed point.

"The small banquet is halfway through."

"At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, the small banquet will be held."

Chen E squeezed the center of his eyebrows, and said: "If there is no class, just take him home."

408 Confirmed.

"There's really no class."

Before the suspension car was about to set off, Chen E said again: "Forget it, I'll go to pick up the banquet."

He is always too paranoid and surly, like holding a handful of quicksand, he wants to hold Zhuang Yan firmly in his palm.

But Zhuang Yan is not a handful of sand. Zhuang Yan is a beautiful, docile Omega. The wrist is white and delicate, and if it is pinched twice, the skin will appear bruised.

Sometimes Chen E even felt that it was Zhuang Yan who tolerated his sharp points and bad temper.

— What if this is actually true?

If Zhuang Yan was also parasitized like Wei Yang, he spent the most vigorous years of youth in fear and loneliness.

Another consciousness that does not belong to you lives in your body, and you are forced to do things you don't want to do.

Then he came back, nice and patient, apologizing for something he never did.

I didn't cry when I was wronged, but shed tears quietly when I was so drunk that I couldn't control myself.

Chen E stopped at the exit of the airport and opened the windows to let the wind blow in.

There was a patter of cold rain outside, his fingertips were hot, and the blood flow seemed to be burning in his chest.

The brain lighted up, and Zhuang Yan sent an emoji of a cat poking his brain.

"I'm at Central Star, waiting for your return."

Chen E lowered his eyes and pressed the call button jerky. Zhuang Yan was quickly connected, and gently called his name: "Chen E."

"I'll wait for you at exit H15."

Zhuang Yan took a breath, and then asked softly, "Didn't you just come back on Friday?"

"It's ahead of time, things here are more important."

Zhuang Yan covered the microphone, greeted the professor and classmates, then turned back and walked in the direction of H15.

He said: "Then you wait for me a little bit, I will come here now."

Chen E: "Yes."

Zhuang Yan pushed the suitcase, pursed the corners of his lips, and tried not to show too obvious a smile on his face.

When you get near the exit, you can see Chen E's hover car and the tall and straight Alpha standing beside the car.

Chen E was wearing a crumpled combat uniform with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms. It was clearly raining, but there was no sign of being afraid of the cold.

Seeing Zhuang Banquet, Alpha strode over. He picked up Zhuang Yan's luggage effortlessly, opened the trunk of the suspension car, and stuffed them in one by one.

Zhuang Yan raised his head and looked at the tiredness in Chen E's eyes.

"Actually, if you are very busy, you don't have to pick me up," Zhuang Yan said sensiblely, "It's the same with me driving the autopilot."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen E covered the top of his hair with his palm to cover the falling cold rain, pushed him into the passenger seat, and closed the door.

"..." Zhuang Yan was a little confused.

Chen E went around and got into the car from the other side. He frowned slightly, and hugged Zhuang Yan across the seat.

Alpha's palms were hot, and his chest was trembling. Zhuang Yan could hear the pounding heartbeat of the other party, hitting his eardrum like a drumbeat.

"Small banquet." Chen E said.

Zhuang Yan's cheeks were also hot from the infection, and he responded softly with a nasal voice.

After a long time, Chen E relaxed his arms.

His voice was a little rough: "I have something to ask you later."

Zhuang Yan raised his face: "What's the matter?"

Chen E started the suspension car, and tilted his head to urge Zhuang Yan: "Fasten your seat belt, we'll talk about it when we get back."

The airport is far away from Xingda, but it is quite close to the major general's house, and it takes about ten minutes to arrive.

The small lilac leaves in the yard have just withered, and the ground is covered with pale pink flowers.

Stepping on the petals into the yard, going upstairs and opening the door, Chen E asked Zhuang Yan to sit on the sofa.

Zhuang Yan's tone was soft: "You seem to be in a bad mood."

Chen E's face was stiff and he didn't speak.

"Is it convenient to tell me?"

Alpha called up the notification from the optical brain, and rotated the screen to let Zhuang Yan see it by himself.

The pretty boy opened his eyes wide, his cheeks were pale by the light from the screen. He finished reading, then slowly lowered his hands, retracting his fingertips into the sleeves of his clothes.

"Xiao Yan," Chen E said impatiently, "After I left Central Star, did you encounter similar things, were you parasitized?"

Zhuang Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes.

"Well, during that time, I was hospitalized because of a pheromone disorder."

Chen E's face was not very good-looking, but his eyes were very focused. So Zhuang Yan stretched out his finger again, hooking Chen E's index finger as if looking for a sense of security.

"When I woke up one morning, I found that I couldn't control my body. It seemed that another person lived in my brain. I can only do what he wants me to do."

After a while, Chen E asked.

"How long did it last?"

Zhuang Yan said: "It's been a long time. I didn't drive him out until last September."

So let's say that Chen E is nothing more than a cripple, not Zhuang Yan.

It was not Zhuang Yan who prescribed medicine to mark Chen E for life.

Zhuang Yan is the good boy who opened the classroom door many years ago, and the obedient student who asked him with a good temper if he needed an umbrella.

It's the pretty boy who helped him apply medicine to his wings, quietly lit the birthday fireworks, and said obediently and sweetly that you don't hate me.

Chen E pinched Zhuang Yan's fingertips, and there was a piece of soldering iron in his throat that he couldn't swallow, and he couldn't speak no matter what.

I remember one year.

He clashed with Bian Wei and was slapped in the face by Chen Hongfei. In the evening, with nowhere to go, I hid in a familiar place and smoked.

The sky darkened a little bit, and the surrounding was very quiet, only the rustling of leaves.

Suddenly I heard a familiar voice: "Why don't you go home?"

Chen E stamped out the cigarette butt, turned around, and saw the other side of the dealer's iron fence. The little boy sat in the bushes with a displeased expression on his face.

He asked back, "Why don't you go back?"

"I had a fight with my brother, he's so annoying."

Chen E: "Yes."

After a while, he said, "I quarreled too."

The moon could not be seen that night, but the sky was full of stars. Chen E silently estimated the position of Cape Town 7c on the sky.

The low hanging star was very close to him. Zhuang Yan seems to be very close across the fence.

In those years, he was very much like a wild dog, he would put on a fierce face when he saw anyone.

Only in front of Zhuang Yan, she is willing to bow her head submissively and docilely.

For the only person he ever liked at the beginning, he even raised the butcher knife to get his hands dirty, and left the peaceful and safe capital alone across the border.

Later, in the desert, in the mine, and in the space base where corpses were strewn everywhere, Chen E fell asleep peacefully with a pool of blood on his pillow.

Occasionally he thought, Xiaoyan is in the central star, so he should soon be divided into arts and sciences.

Chen E always thought that Zhuang Yan had a good time, but in fact it was not good at all.

His little boy had been stolen from him for so many years, but no one knew about it.

—So will Zhuang Yan be afraid, will he feel hopeless?

Zhuang Yan rubbed the calluses on his fingertips: "I didn't say it before because I haven't heard this kind of thing happen to others. I... I don't think anyone will believe me, and it seems like a fake is shirking responsibility .”

"I believe you."

Chen E finally said that his voice was so rusty that it didn't sound like his own.

He used to always say don't lie to me, always suspicious and surly, but now he firmly believes it.

Zhuang Yan calmed down a little, his black and white eyes were clear.

"If I become like that again next time, Chen E, you lock me up, okay?"

The pretty boy gently discussed with Chen E: "Don't let him go out to do bad things again, anyway, it's not the first time, I will regain my body sooner or later."

After speaking, he was kissed, and Chen E's breath was hot and trembling, as if it could burn people.

Alpha retorted in a low hoarse and hurried way: "Don't say stupid things."

After a few seconds of gaffe, Chen E rubbed the back of Zhuang Yan's neck and stood up.

He strode around the living room a few times, then turned out the optical brain again, typing on the optical brain gloomyly.

Zhuang Yan lowered his eyes slightly, and touched the cold necklace around his neck.

Chen E put away the optical brain, and told Zhuang Yan to remember to carry the necklace with him, and it was best not to take it off even in the shower. Go out to report and try to act with your classmates.

Whenever something happens, notify yourself at any time.

"If I happen to be away from Central Star," Chen E said, "I'll ask Zhuang Jin to come and accompany you, understand?"

"I understand." Zhuang Yan said.

Chen E knocked his right knee to the ground, and lightly touched Zhuang Yan's face. Zhuang Yan's side face was a little cold, but his skin was soft.

He added: "I'll get you some self-defense weapons tomorrow."

Zhuang Yan nodded in confusion.

"I'll teach you, it's not difficult. If you encounter an accident in the future, you can use it casually, as long as you don't hurt yourself, I will take care of the rest."

Chen E's eyes were sharp and dark, but his tone and posture seemed to be swearing.

On weekdays, he is a high-ranking, aggressive and aggressive Alpha man.

Now squatting and kneeling in front of the sofa, like a ferocious but tame wild animal.

Zhuang Yan said softly: "You get up first, okay?"

He pulled Chen E, and Chen E's center of gravity was extremely stable, and he didn't move.

"I was useless before, I couldn't protect you well."

Chen E paused, and coaxed him clumsily and jerky: "Xiao Yan, just concentrate on the competition, don't be afraid."