dear archimedes

Chapter 101 Extra Story: Xie Chen Lancelot (1)
When Chace Lancelot was 5 years old, his little sister came into the world.

He lay beside the cradle in a daze, looking at the little baby on the velvet quilt.She stared at him, her eyes were so big, they were as black as grapes, and her cheeks were as soft as the freshest petals.

She is very obedient, humming and humming softly, neither crying nor fussing, biting her fingers and spitting bubbles.

Chace stretched out a finger to touch her cheek, so soft and cute.The little baby girl in the cradle laughed briefly, her fleshy little fist clenched his index finger tightly, and did not let go.

The little guy's strength is not small.

"Hi, I'm Chace, I'm your brother, do you like me?" He bent down, picked her up from the basket, and spun around very slowly.

He stuck to her little face and praised happily: "How can you be so beautiful? You are the most beautiful little baby I have ever seen."

The little baby made a "poor pooh" sound, as if responding to him.

3-year-old Arthur and Bert stretched their necks and jumped around him: "I want to watch it, I want to watch it too. Chace, I want to watch it too."

"Go, go!" Chace kicked them, "It's not your sister."

Arthur and Burt looked at each other, and they both said to him, "Humph! Humph!"

Afraid of falling to his little sister, he carefully put her back in the cradle, and couldn't help rubbing her soft little feet when he let go.She rolled over and continued to bite her fingers.

Arthur and Bert tried their best to stand on tiptoe, so hard that their heads were level with the railing. They hurriedly circled around the cradle, tilted their heads for a while, and grabbed her little feet from the gap in the cradle.

Chace was very quick, and opened their hands: "Don't touch, don't touch, she will hurt!"

Burt was not convinced: "I only touch her, but I don't know how to pinch her."

"You can't even touch it."

Arthur leaned over and whispered to Burt: "It's okay, we'll come again when Chace is gone."

Burt nodded, and immediately said obediently and slyly: "Then let's just look at it and not touch it." He tiptoed to look into the basket, just in time for the little baby girl to roll over, staring at him with dark eyes without blinking, serious And ignorant.

Really cute!
Bert was stunned for a second, then turned to the other little head beside the cradle and said, "Ah, she is so beautiful!"

Arthur nodded.

"I'm going to grab her face to see if she'll cry." He reached out to touch it, but was snapped open by Chace again, "If you make her cry, I'll beat you."

Bert pursed his mouth and glared at Chace angrily, no one in this world would dare to kill him!But he was still young, so he was really afraid of Chace, so he jumped off the cradle with his mouth pouted, and kicked the cradle when Chace wasn't paying attention.

But how can a child's strength move the cradle?

The little baby girl groaned and rolled over to the other side.

But Arthur noticed his small movements: "What are you doing?"

Burt was dissatisfied: "Why isn't this beautiful little doll our sister? Why is it Chace's? I want it too, I want it too. Huh, I'm going to ask my mother for one."

Arthur didn't agree, just lying on the side of the cradle and staring at the cute little baby without making a sound.

Burt walked a few steps, saw that Arthur hadn't come, thought for a while, sighed and walked back, lay side by side with Arthur, and whispered, "I'd better wait for Chace to leave before touching her."

The three little children looked around the cradle, and the little girl's father came, and the maids.

"It's time for the baby to nurse." The maid gently picked her up from the cradle and put her on her lap, and fed the bottle into her mouth. The baby started to gurgle and drink.

The little ones hurriedly gathered around the maid, watching curiously.Burt took advantage of Chace's inattention and secretly pinched her foot, it was so soft, like watery cotton candy; he was excited and happy, and immediately pushed Arthur.

Arthur understood, and also sneaked around.

The baby's warm and soft feet kicked Arthur's palm. He was dazed and murmured to himself: "Petite Cherie!" Dear little girl.

After hearing this, Chace couldn't help touching the little baby girl's face and calling her: "Cherie!" My beloved little one.

Dad heard it too: "She doesn't have a name yet, well, Cherie, she is our dearest, beloved little girl, let's call her Cheryl!"

The three little ones were very happy, coaxing her softly around her: "Dear Cheryl, hello!"

Dad touched Chace: "You are an older brother, you must protect your younger sister in the future!"

Chace nodded vigorously: "It will."

"I heard that my sister is the little lover my brother hurt and failed in his previous life."

"How come?" Chace frowned and looked up at his father, who smiled without saying a word. Chace lowered his head, stared at his beloved little sister, a little sad, "How could it be?"

His little heart was very sad, and he murmured to himself: I will definitely protect my sister for the rest of my life.

He had indeed been protecting her all along.

Children born at the base of the SPA scientific research center face extremely cruel competition for survival and ranking from the moment they land on the ground.Their parents are usually already core technical staff in the organization.

They have to carry out high-intensity professional learning since they were young. If they fail to make breakthroughs in their own professional fields before the age of 10, they will be eliminated from the base.

Those left behind face even more ruthless competition for rankings. After the age of 10, many of them lost their names, only code names.Great ones can be squeezed into letters or words, and bad ones can only have numbers.The worst ones are worthless, and live in contemptuous eyes all their lives.

No one would want to betray and run away, because they are baby circus elephants who grow up in a tame and closed environment, and they are well aware of the strength of the organization.They know nothing but their profession.

The scientific research base is only half of the brain of SPA.

The other half of the brain is the fraternal freemasons all over the world, especially in Europe and America, which gather the elites of the highest social class.They are more like shareholders of SPA, do not participate in the ranking of the organization, and live their own social life on weekdays except for regular meetings.In order to transfer wealth, balance power, restrict the government or other purposes, they provide the SPA with a variety of top-secret information such as intellectual inside information.Unlike company shareholders, their starting point is not to acquire wealth, but to satisfy the noble spirit in their hearts.

SPA is equivalent to a small country. In addition to the wealth-creating scientific research center base and the high-level Freemasonry that provides resources, there are thousands of miles away from the government (administrative center), parliament (power center), court prison (law enforcement center) ), and affiliated assemblies everywhere.The vast majority of people love their "motherland" and will not betray it, swearing allegiance to it to the death.

Except for the Freemasons, each department and institution is a city, the central base (city name Artland), the government (Brightland), the parliament (Committedland), the court (Devotedland), and the prison (Endland), only the access control standards and strict access standards. varying degrees of severity.

It is like a few universities, more like a few semi-(fully) enclosed medium-sized cities, with all the infrastructure such as hospitals, firefighting and residential quarters, and TV stations and networks, but most (all) are produced in-house, and occasionally can (or cannot) ) to connect to the outside world.

Among all the institutions, the most core and the strictest access control standards are the scientific research base Artland. Most of the people here never go out after entering.

Although the base is almost completely isolated from the outside world, all team members are proud to enter the base and send newborns to the base.

Freemasonry members are not included in the membership list.The registered SPA team members are divided into five categories: decision-making, personnel, personnel, intelligence, and action (combat).Most of the first three were born and raised in SPA, and most of the latter two are foreigners.

Therefore, it would be a great humiliation to their parents if the children born in the organization were not as good as the outside members when they grow up.This situation... is actually very common.

In a hierarchical organization, ranking equals unlimited power, glory, wealth, and even vitality.

Therefore, every parent has strict requirements on their children. This is especially true for the senior members of the SPA, Chace's parents.It is precisely because the status of parents is too high that they cannot tolerate their children becoming ordinary.

Chace was still in his mother's womb, and he followed her in the book literature experiments. He was born in the laboratory. Before the age of 8, he independently invented more than a dozen new chemical weapons and chemical materials.From then on, wherever he appeared, the other kids stopped everything and bowed 90 degrees to him.

In addition to chemical research, he showed superior strategy and wisdom in strategic planning and action planning at a young age. Several adults were well aware of Chace's ability, and after discussion, they decided to train him in the direction of decision-making and intelligence of the Freemasonry.

Therefore, he left the Artland base at a very young age, followed the Freemasons, and entered the top strata of the outside world.

Before that, he grew up with his little sister day by day.

Mom and Dad didn't have time to care about Cheryl, so he took her to learn to walk. She always wobbled a few steps and sat on the ground with a puff.She didn't cry when she fell down, but just smirked hahaha; he taught her to speak, and she sang a bunch of Martian language that only he could understand.

The first word she'll say is Chace, then Arthur. "Dad" and "Mom" even came after "test tube."

As soon as Arthur and Bert took advantage of Chace's absence, they ran over to play with her.Arthur squatted on the ground, rang the bell and clapped her hands: "Cheryl, come here, come to me."

Her dark eyes stared at the bell, she blinked curiously, and with a twist of her round body, she propped up her soft and short hands and legs, and swayed towards Arthur step by step.

She finally climbed up to him, raised her face joyfully, and grabbed the bell with her small hands.

Arthur lifted the bell above his head, and she wobbled on top of him, scratching with her little hands, kicking her calves, rubbing hard.Before touching her, Burt ran to pick her up, and moved the little lump back to the other end of the carpet.

She sat on the ground and raised her head in a daze, her black eyes were very confused, she looked at Burt, then at Arthur and the bell on the other side of the carpet, she tilted her head and thought for a while, she didn't understand, she simply twisted her buttocks and groaned Hum Chi crawled towards Arthur again.

Climb on him, be carried back to the starting point by Bert, and repeat.

They can play like this all day.

Cheryl has been very beautiful and cute since she was a child. When adults and children saw her, they would say "God, what a beautiful little doll", and then rub her head and pinch her face.At that time, she couldn't walk or speak, and stared at him ignorantly.Occasionally, when I hid, I would fall to the ground and kick my legs hard, humming, and couldn't get up after a long time.

Chace doesn't like people treating his sister like a doll so much, so he decides to carry his sister on his back with cloth strips and carry it everywhere, and beats anyone who touches her.

At first, some older children laughed at him:
"Look, Chace is carrying a doll that girls like!"

"That's not a doll, it's his sister."

"It's not his sister, it's his child, haha!"

"Chace is carrying his child on his back haha! He can't bear to let go anywhere!"

"Look, does he look like a snail with a heavy shell on his back?"

Later, even the older children were taught a bad lesson by this little cloth head, and no one dared to say it anymore.

And Cheryl just lay on her brother's back, Yiyi Yaya, grabbing hands, kicking legs, watching her brother read and do experiments, just like that, she can talk and walk slowly.

At this time, the child was even more difficult to control. Chace found a soft cloth strip, tied one end to himself, and the other end to his sister's waist. He was studying and doing things, and she would circle around her brother, sometimes thumping and walking away. Pulled back by the strip of cloth.

His younger sister has a different personality from him.Perhaps it was because she was so protected by him that she was very timid, always grabbing the hem of her brother's clothes, hiding behind him, poking her head out and looking out timidly.

She is the youngest of the group of children, without the care of her parents. When her brother or Arthur Burt is away, she will inevitably be pushed or isolated by other older children. Gradually, she does not like to talk, and often just nods and shakes her head.

But no one would dare to really bully her.

It was like that when she was in kindergarten.

The youngest, she always sits alone in the corner, quietly watching the children playing in the garden, and when she has had enough of watching, she runs to the door and looks into the street, the little one grabs the railing and wrinkles her thin eyebrows, mutter:

"Why didn't my brother come to pick me up?"

There were always bumps and bumps among the children, but she didn't cry, make trouble, or get angry, with a blank expression, and everyone thought she was a silly baby.

It wasn't until Chace appeared at the kindergarten gate that her eyes lit up, and she shouted childishly, "My brother is here to pick me up!"

She flew towards her like a little bird, but her expression changed rapidly, the little one hugged her brother's leg tightly, burst into tears, pointed at the children in the kindergarten and yelled, "He hit me! "

No matter who touched her, snatched her chopsticks, soiled her small handkerchief, knocked over her water glass... All kinds of crimes became a concise complaint: "He hit me!"

The little man was crying loudly, the short one hugged his brother's leg and did not let go, his nose and tears all rubbed on his trouser legs, the cry was extremely sad, that poor and sad one, pointing fingers one by one with trembling little hands , as if by the great wronged.

The children looked at the tall Chace, all frightened, and argued with their hands: "Didn't hit her!"

"They hit me!" She wailed, heartbroken to death, sitting on the ground, hugging Chace's feet, her calves kicking wildly, a tyrannical bully.

(End of this chapter)