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

Central Star University has a fairly flexible approach to plagiarism.

If Chi Tianyi had admitted his mistake from the very beginning, the punishment he would receive would be nothing more than a zero grade for a major homework assignment.

However, after the matter brewed and fermented, during the investigation process, he dared to commit crimes against the wind, buying other people's designs to pretend to be his own.

They even obtained a real-name report letter signed by academician Ning Huabi's digital ID.

Central Star University quickly announced:

Student Chi Tianyi, you are no longer a student of our school.

That's the end of the matter.

Chi Tianyi was brought back to Chi's house crying. It happened to be his birthday that day, so the birthday party that had been booked had to be cancelled.

What's even more sad is that because of the discredit, the friends who used to gather around him also disappeared without a trace.

People go tea cool.

On the first day of entering the nineteenth year of his life, Chi Tianyi finally learned two brand new words in a painful way - what is cleverness and being misunderstood by cleverness, and what is lifting a rock to shoot himself in the foot!

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On campus, the students who watched the whole incident were quite shocked.

In their perception, it was Qin Heyu who had a fierce conflict with Chi Tianyi and was directly involved in this matter.

The biggest beneficiary of academician Ning Huabi's report letter is also Qin Heyu.

After a big class, Qin Heyu's other friends came over one after another and jokingly asked, "Does Academician Ning have anything to do with you?"

"Student Xiaoqin, when you meet with academicians in the future, please help us to ask for a few autographs and a word of blessing. It doesn't need to be too complicated, as long as a certain student must pass every exam."

Qin Heyu blushed completely: "Academician Ning is my lighthouse, how dare I!"

After speaking, he quietly glanced at Zhuang Yan.

Sitting aside, the low-key and well-behaved Zhuang Yan: "...?"

Suddenly there was a new notification, and everyone's optical brains made ding-ding sounds one after another. The students looked down at the news one after another, and the topic came to an end immediately.

It was news from the school, Zhuang Yan also clicked on it and took a look.

The first article is to publicize Chi Tianyi's corpse and clean up the style of study.

Article 2 notifies the official start of registration for the Federal College Student Design Innovation Competition, one month after the deadline.

Qin Heyu grabbed Zhuang Yan's hand and asked with a blushing face, "Are you signing up for the Innovation Competition?"

"Report."

This competition has a history of more than ten years, and it is jointly organized by the Federal Design Institute and various universities. Not to mention how high the bonus is, the most important thing is that through participating, you can gain valuable experience and the qualification to be commented and instructed by famous masters.

Qin Heyu said again and again, "Let's go together! Then what, I suddenly realized that their proposal just now seems very reasonable."

"?"

"If I see Academician Ning next time, I, I also want a piece of blessing that Xiao Qin must pass every exam."

"..."

Zhuang Yan was melancholy: "But I can't even see Academician Ning myself."

Qin Heyu felt sympathetic: "Academician is really busy...I'm sorry, it's better not to bother others with such strange little things."

In the afternoon, Qin Heyu went to work as usual, Zhuang Yan hesitated, and finally decided to pay a return visit to Grandma Sun's house.

Because Ms. Sun and her mother-in-law Sun rejected other designs from the public welfare department, but firmly chose the works of unknown college students. As one of the designers, Zhuang Yan feels that he has to bear the responsibility of after-sales.

Drive the suspension car over there, the time is exactly four o'clock in the afternoon. With the sun slanting down, Zhuang Yan lightly pressed the doorbell.

After two or three seconds, the door opened. The butler robot appeared behind the door, and its electronic eyes scanned Zhuang Yan.

Ms. Sun's vacation is over and she has gone back to work on other planets. Now assisting Ms. Sun's life is this federal special robot for the elderly.

Zhuang Yan smiled and said, "Hi, I'm here to visit Grandma Sun, and I'm going to see if there is anything that needs to be improved in the design of the house."

The little robot bowed and let Zhuang Yan go in.

The windows in the house are bright and clean, and the sun is bright. The old man sat on the sofa and nodded slowly when he saw Zhuang Yan.

She remembered what this student looked like.

Zhuang Yan said "excuse me", and then with the tacit consent of the housekeeper robot and the head of the household, he first checked the operation of the automated furniture everywhere.

everything is fine.

Then call the recorded data of the robot for a period of time in the past to see if there will be any inconvenience for Grandma Sun in her daily life.

All went well too.

He even saw that on the first afternoon when the new decoration was completed, the old man was smiling and commanding the robot to place his most precious wedding photos in the most sunny place.

Then he dug out an old photo of a dusty handsome young man from the storage room and hung it on the wall.

She went in and out of the kitchen and bedroom, watering the flowers and basking in the sun. In the deliberately old-fashioned environment, Grandma Sun's eyes when she occasionally looks back at her husband's figure are as gentle and nostalgic as those in the wedding photos eighty years ago.

Perhaps as time goes by, photos and images will fade, but emotions will not.

The robot said: "Grandma Sun is very satisfied with the current house."

Zhuang Yan was startled, then laughed.

"Ah That's good."

He didn't bother him for too long, because the old man had been sitting quietly in one place for a long time, and his spirit tended to be a little weak.

Before Grandma Sun showed tiredness, Zhuang Yan lowered his eyes and said goodbye loudly in her ear: "I'll go back first."

Grandma Sun raised her arm and pointed tremblingly at the small tea table.

Zhuang Yan was startled and turned around.

There are two or three oranges on the coffee table, which should have been sent by the neighbors. She gave a short "ah" and looked up at Zhuang Yan.

The butler robot picked up an orange and delivered it to Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan smiled: "Thank you."

He helped Grandma Sun tuck the blanket, stood up and went out to change shoes, waited for the elevator at the stairs for a while, and heard the sound of the robot coming again.

Zhuang Yan lowered his head, this time the little robot was holding three or five candies wrapped in colored cellophane.

"Grandma Sun said, it's all for you."

Zhuang Yan pursed his lips and took the fudge. There was a very delicate and soft emotion in his heart.

It turns out that life is like throwing pebbles into a pool of water, every bit of sincerity and kindness can stir up corresponding ripples.

After returning from Grandma Sun's side, Zhuang Yan tried to call Ning Huabi's number again, but no one answered.

So he reversed the steering wheel, drove the car to the square next to the gate of the Military Academy, parked the car and walked around casually.

There is a spacious flat land next to the square, and the golden sunset is scattered.

In the center stood a statue, a bronze soldier with his head slightly lowered, his spear pointing obliquely at the ground.

This is the Federal Peace Memorial Sculpture designed by Ning Huabi. There is a holographic image field within five square meters below the sculpture. Walking in, you can see the last words left by the soldiers who fell in the Galactic War at the last moment of their lives.

Zhuang Yan's father was also one of them.

Zhuang Yan raised her head, put her hands in the pockets of her windbreaker, and looked at the statue silently.

Fire clouds hang low.

When counterfeit goods took over his life before, even his father, who was buried in the Milky Way, was not spared. Counterfeit goods like to play the signboard of "General Zhuang Shaoyuan's posthumous son" whenever they encounter something, and then forcefully occupy the commanding heights of morality.

Later, it was said on social media that General Zhuang Shaoyuan had such a good-for-nothing young son.

Amidst the red clouds all over the sky, the expression of the statue also appeared gentle and compassionate. Zhuang Yan sighed and walked into the holographic field.

He said softly, "I want to see Dad."

Light and shadow change.

The peaceful and peaceful scene of the square was replaced by the galactic battlefield full of bullets and fire. A battleship was torn in half by penetrating bullets, and red warning lights were lit up overwhelmingly.

"Power system damaged."

"Navigation system damaged."

"Level 3 warning, please abandon ship."

In the hottest places of war, abandoning ship means sacrifice. The mech fighters flew out of the warship, turned into streamers of light one after another, and launched a suicide attack on the majestic fortress of the enemy.

The splashing sparks illuminate Zhuang Shaoyuan's side face through the transparent window of the mecha.

His forehead was bleeding, and there were bruises from the collision next to his browbones. In the last few minutes of his life, the young commander smiled at the shaking camera.

"A Bi," he said, "I may not be able to go back."

The mecha passed through the scorching light layer, approaching the core of the fort bit by bit. The metal gradually deformed and melted under the high temperature, Zhuang Shaoyuan's breathing was rapid and hot, and he stared straight ahead.

"But as long as that fort is taken down, we can win."

The light bullet knocked the mecha away, Zhuang Shaoyuan snorted, and continued to fly towards the target. The camera wobbles and his voice cracks because of it.

yet so peaceful—

"I hope there will be no more wars in the future. Our two sons, Xiao Jin and Xiao Yan, are living in peaceful times..."

The mecha shook, the bulletproof screen was pierced, and Zhuang Shaoyuan's left eye was covered with blood.

"...have become lucky children who grew up watered by love."

"I love you too, Abi."

Gently and sadly, Zhuang Shaoyuan said the last sentence: "But I'm sorry."

The mecha crashed into the fortress, setting off a shock wave that overwhelmingly struck the sky. The holographic image went out, and the square and bronze sculpture reappeared in front of Zhuang Yan's eyes.

In the eighteen years since Zhuang Shaoyuan's death, there has been no all-out war in the Federation. There are only sporadic rebels left, still dying at the border.

Behind the army who died generously, Ning Huabi and other builders built new cities and airports among the devastated galaxies.

Just like Zhuang Shaoyuan's last wish, Zhuang Yan has indeed become a lucky child.

As for the life messed up by counterfeit goods, it is really just a very small, very unpraiseable setback. It's all over anyway.

Zhuang Yan thought to himself, from now on, he would never let his father be ashamed again.

From the angle of looking up from the bottom up, the face of the statue overlaps with Zhuang Shaoyuan to some extent. This made Zhuang Yan feel kind, and he sat quietly on the chair next to the statue for a while.

It's like listening to the wind blowing across the square with a father who has never met.

...It would be even better if I could give my father one of the candies I received.