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

In addition to rushing to design, Zhuang Yan rarely stays up late. But yesterday I slept too late, and when I woke up, it was almost noon.

There was no news from Chen E. According to the habit described by 408, no matter how busy he was the night before, he would always get up early the next day.

Zhuang Yan looked at the name on the optical brain, hesitated for a while, and then clicked on the dialog box and typed: "Do you want to have a meal together?"

It seems too casual.

Delete it and start again: "I didn't know it was your birthday yesterday, so I'm so sorry that I didn't have time to prepare a gift."

Insert an emoticon pack of Gougou bowing his head guiltily here to adjust the atmosphere.

"Are you free these two days, may I treat you to a meal?"

After sending it, Zhuang Yan felt relieved and turned up the notification sound to the maximum. Then dig out the design and continue to work on the draft.

But after a long time of modification, the model with the best space utilization efficiency has been calculated at sevens and eighty-eight, and I haven't waited for any reply.

This is not right, Zhuang Yan thought about it, and dug out the itinerary sent by 408 from the chat history.

Taking a look at the date, it turned out that Chen E was already on the star fleet back to the central star.

...As expected of a busy man trained by the military.

Perhaps it was because he was finally busy with other things that Chen E's reply popped up at night. He kept his sentences short, as usual.

"No. I have work, let's go first."

Zhuang Yan: "..."

That can only be forgotten.

Anyway, there are still several days left in the Bojiang Starfield, Zhuang Yan said hello to Wen Xuan, and turned on the do-not-disturb mode of the optical brain cruelly, and devoted all his energy to the design draft.

Hard work pays off.

After adjusting the model behind closed doors for a few days, the design has almost been completed. Zhuang Yan took some time and asked Principal Wen if he wanted to take another look.

Wen Xuan said with a smile: "These days I've been taking final exams at school, so I'm too busy. Anyway, I've seen the train of thought before, so you just have to do it boldly, I believe in you."

Zhuang Yan's ears turned red after such a big trust was dropped.

With a little time left, Zhuang Yan decided to take a walk downtown. It's been many days since I've been here, and it's really unreasonable to go back without bringing some souvenirs.

But the Bojiang Starfield actually didn't have much to do, so he finally picked out some specialty snacks, exquisite decorations, and some interesting small commodities that are rarely seen in the Central Star.

It doesn't look like much, but it's one serving per person. Packed up, it also took up the space of the suitcase.

There were still two boxes of gift bags that couldn't be stuffed into the box, so Zhuang Yan simply put them in bags and held them in his hand.

In this way, board the ship and arrive at the central star.

After landing, 408, who originally arranged for the suspension car to pick you up, suddenly sent a tearful cat's head and apologized pitifully: "Xiao Yan is sorry, there is a bit of traffic jam today, you may have to wait at the airport for a while."

Zhuang Yan: "It's okay, don't worry."

With a good temper, he found a coffee shop to sit down, and turned out his optical brain to pass the time casually.

The VIP area is relatively secluded, with few tourists coming and going. Occasionally, I heard the sound of the wheels of the suitcase, gradually approaching from a distance.

Not far from him, the voice suddenly stopped.

The atmosphere is a bit subtle, as if the owner of the suitcase is silently looking at himself.

Zhuang Yan raised his head and glanced over there—

Then I was stunned.

Two meters away, stood a young man dressed casually. It wasn't that cold inside, and he was wearing a camel turtleneck sweater that hung loosely over his arms.

Zhuang Jin looks very similar to Zhuang Yan, but his face looks more mature, and his temperament is a bit more ruffian. Being found by Zhuang Yan, he didn't bother to speak, just glanced at him with lowered eyelids, then turned around and pretended to leave.

Zhuang Yan quickly stood up and chased after him: "Brother!"

Although Zhuang Jin had long legs, he walked very slowly. It wasn't until the coat was grabbed by Zhuang Yan that he slowly turned around.

"Which kid is this? Do you insist on pestering me?"

I can't remember how long I haven't heard Zhuang Jin's voice, Zhuang Yan even felt sad.

The grievance of being stolen from his life by counterfeit goods, and the sadness of his brother being hurt because of this - many emotions surfaced in an instant, and he was speechless for a while, and could only hold Zhuang Jin's clothes tightly.

Zhuang Jin clicked his tongue and turned around as hard as he could.

Compared to the last time we met, Zhuang Yan grew a little taller. The taste in clothes has also improved, at least clean and fresh, no longer wearing strange rags.

He glanced down at the bag in his younger brother's hand, and asked in a bad tone, "What is that?"

Zhuang Yan handed over the things cooperatively.

An exquisite gift box, beautifully wrapped in silver wrapping paper. Zhuang Jin looked at the box suspiciously, and then at Zhuang Yan's abnormally obedient attitude.

He immediately laughed angrily at the plot in his head: "The bag is so beautiful, which wild man are you going to give it to?"

Zhuang Yan: "This is a present I brought back from the Bojiang Starfield, and I planned to give it to my brother."

Zhuang Jin glanced at him unkindly: "You think I'll believe you if you tell me?"

Zhuang Yan seemed to be stabbed, showing depression.

After a short silence, Zhuang Jin, who had originally decided not to soften his heart, softened.

"Is it really for me?"

Zhuang Yan nodded, raised his face again, and looked over eagerly: "Brother, why are you here?"

"I'm on a business trip. I'm busy. I'm ready to board the ship."

"Then when will you be back?"

Zhuang Jin was hanging around the gift box, and said in a calm tone, "Why do you ask so many questions? Don't you think I care too much and don't want me as a brother?"

Zhuang Yan immediately said: "I'm sorry, I didn't want my brother."

The young boy's appearance of apologizing is also very obedient, and his attitude is sincere and visible to the naked eye.

Zhuang Jin raised his wrist and pretended to look at the time: "It's too late, let's talk about it next time."

But the jacket was still held by his younger brother, Zhuang Yan showed a lost and sad look, like an abandoned animal.

Zhuang Jin paused, feeling like a villain for the first time.

Zhuang Jin asked himself, is his attitude too much?

Compared to the last time when he was almost killed by Zhuang Yan's crazy criticism of Beta, his chest was so hot that his younger brother didn't even look at him, and continued to go to the nightclub to have fun - the current attitude is not too much!

My brother also has a temper.

Zhuang Yan pursed her lips: "Can my brother release me from the blacklist?"

His voice was soft and soft, "I know that I have done many things that were too extreme and chilled you. But brother, I won't be like this in the future, really."

Looking quietly from this angle, Zhuang Jin seemed to have returned to many years ago, and his eyes were full of his brother's obedient and stubborn appearance when he was young.

He reluctantly let go: "Let's see how you behave."

Then he held the gift box with one hand, and dragged the suitcase with the other, turned around and left.

Shang Yu waited upstairs for quite a while, seeing Zhuang Jin who came late, and the complacency on his face, he couldn't help complaining: "Zhuang Jin, are you naive?"

Zhuang Jin smiled, shaking the gift in his hand: "Oh, childish? You don't have a younger brother, you don't understand."

"He had a stinky face in front of him, and the corner of his mouth turned up to the sky when he turned around." Shang Yu pierced it mercilessly, "You pretend I didn't see it, this face-changing skill is too good."

Zhuang Jin: "I am willing."

When Zhuang Jin got thick-skinned, he couldn't poke him no matter what.

Shang Yu couldn't stand him, he couldn't bear to see him.

But holding back halfway, after boarding the starship, Shang Yu couldn't help reminding: "Do you want to pay attention, after all, it was in a public place just now. You two had a family dog ​​blood drama, and you will turn around." Won't be on the news?"

"What are you afraid of? Few people pass by that place."

After a pause for half a second, Zhuang Jin said again in a subtle tone: "And now Chen E takes my brother so seriously, whenever there is negative news, he will deal with it faster than me."

"...That's true."

Zhuang Jin put away his luggage, pulled out his chair and sat down. The light brain screen was activated and lit up, then slowly faded away.

The screen reflected a dim light on his face, and Zhuang Jin suddenly said, "Shang Yu, I have an intuition. I haven't seen Xiao Yan much a while ago, and he seems to be a little different now, and he has changed back."

"..."

His rare tone was full of uncertainty: "What do you think?"

How do people answer this question?

Shang Yu: "Anyway, I don't have a younger brother."

"?"

"I don't understand."

During this period of time, rumors of the second generation of the central star rich lace were surging. The little illegitimate son of the Ming family, Ming Zhou, recovered and was discharged from the hospital some time ago, and made his first appearance at Chen Ran's engagement banquet.

Since then, he has successfully replaced Zhuang Yan, and has become the new traffic that everyone complains about in the circle of rich and powerful children.

I heard that Ming Zhou spent a lot of money in the bar, playing with eight Alphas at the same time overnight.

Hearing that Ming Zhou almost climbed onto Chen Ran's bed, and in front of his fiancée, he shamelessly asked if he wanted to have a taste of cheating.

The Chen family and the Ming family almost broke up because of this, and Mingzhou's father brought his son back in a disgraceful manner, and then severely punished his mistress for this.

— After all, you are raising an Omega that is going to be used for marriage. Now that the trouble is like this, and your face is gone, how can you sell it?

After the incident spread on social media, everyone watched the show gloating.

Someone said: "This Mingzhou is too powerful. The vegetative has just woken up for less than half a year, and it can compete with the previous Zhuang Yan."

But speaking of which, what about Zhuang Yan?

It seems that it has been a long time since I haven't seen any tidbits about him...

Zhuang Yan was actually busy in a low-key manner.

He went back to his unpopular home and tidied up the house with the housekeeper robot. Because he didn't know where Ning Huabi was working on the project, he simply put the souvenirs he brought back on his mother's desk.

The furnishings in my own room haven't changed much.

This is mainly because the counterfeit felt uncomfortable here before and was afraid of revealing his secrets. Forced to move out by death, even if he can't rent a house outside, he still has to live in a student dormitory.

The room is full of memories.

The junior high school textbooks that I read at the beginning are still in the same place, and when I flip through them, I can see the osmanthus used as a bookmark inside. Over the years, although the petals have dried up and turned yellow, they still seem to be able to smell the fragrance.

Before Zhuang Yan left, he went out and took a photo and sent it to Zhuang Jin: "It's snowing on the central star."

A cold reminder popped up: the message has been sent, but it was rejected by the other party.

Zhuang Yan put away the optical brain, not very discouraged in his heart.

Rebuilding trust and relationships has always been a long process.

Moreover, Zhuang Yan knew from a young age that his brother was like a peacock, with a proud and awkward personality. Judging by the way he received the gift, he must have let go of it long ago, but it's just that he can't make up for it and needs to be coaxed again.

The tacit understanding between brothers is like this.

Zhuang Yan pursed his lips and smiled.

A few days before the end of the winter vacation, the deadline for uploading the works of the preliminary competition is almost approaching.

Qin Heyu is so nervous every day, like an anxious hamster running in circles: "I'm anxious for a small feast!"

Zhuang Yan: "What's the hurry?"

Qin Heyu: "Why haven't you uploaded it yet? I refreshed it five hundred times and couldn't find it!"

"..."

Zhuang Yan had no choice but to tell him, because the real deadline had not yet arrived, not even a day and a half away.

"I still have a few places that I can continue to improve."

Qin Heyu: "...But I can't wait, I'll upload it first, stepping on the line is too disturbing!"

Zhuang Yan: "Okay, remember to check the network before uploading."

In order to ensure a smooth upload, Qin Heyu didn't even talk to Zhuang Yan.

After more than an hour, I sent an emoji of a cat stretching in the dialog box: "I'm back!!"

Then, a minute later, he even changed his ID to [Student Xiao Qin (already released)]. The head looks like a happy puppy, and the happy mood is almost overflowing from the screen.

Zhuang Yan was a little more calm than him. Since you still have time, make the most of it. He checked the design step by step, and tried his best to modify it to the most perfect state.

Because when I was a child, my mother once taught me seriously: "Xiao Yan, from now on it will be your work, and you have to be responsible for it."

In the last few hours of the deadline, the Design Innovation Competition ushered in a large wave of uploaded works.

One of them belonged to Zhuang Yan. It was quietly lying in an inconspicuous corner, waiting to be announced and commented together with the results of all participating students.

There were a few familiar users on the student forum who were specifically staring at Zhuang Yanhei.

Sour Lemon (net name) is one of them. Before Zhuang Yan uploaded the design, he commented in a weird way: "Can't you make it out? This is a competition after all. I hope Zhuang Yan can be a little self-aware and not capable enough." Just don't participate, it's a waste of public resources."

Then the Zhuang Yan card was uploaded.

Sour Lemon thought, really, let me see what he can come up with.

In the publicity of the competition works, the design of Zhuang Yan actually looked quite decent.

There are concept drawings, design drafts and modeling, and even explain with detailed design concepts and ideas. Sour Lemon's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't believe her eyes.

And he clicks in—

Although it looks very reliable, but it seems, that's it?

Compared to the flashy and ostentatious works of the top players, this is quite unremarkable. Sure enough, parallel imports are parallel imports.

Sour Lemon successfully gained a precious sense of superiority from Zhuang Yan once again. He turned off the interface, full of joy, went to the water forum to complain.

The so-called layman watches the excitement, while the insider watches the way.

Qin Heyu was guarding the computer at home, and finally waited for the moment when Zhuang Yan was successfully uploaded. He excitedly sent a screenshot to the group: "Ahhh Xiaoyan, is that you, let me see the design you have modified for so many days."

Then he swiped the screen every five seconds—

"My God, it's true, Zhuang Yan, you really handled it well!"

"Obviously it's just a reconstruction and renovation. I can hardly see the shadow of the original old teaching building. If you look carefully, this idea is too ingenious!"

"And this cost control, are you a fairy?"

Zhuang Yan is also looking at his design, taking screenshots to share the places that are particularly eye-catching. Qin Heyu blushed and praised more vigorously, and other friends also spoke one after another.

For a moment, rainbow farts and exclamation marks flew together in the group, and the scene was very chaotic.

X is big.

Duan Yang dragged his luggage back to the dormitory, and before he had time to pack it up, he had to turn on the optical brain immediately to see the announcement of the works in the preliminary competition.

The genius boy who skipped grades, with his curly hair blown by the wind, opened his eyes wide and looked for a familiar name. The search results popped up quickly, Zhuang Yan, the selected project was the renovation of the teaching building of Changlin Middle School.

Duan Yang's slender eyebrows frowned, a little worried for the little brother. He has also seriously thought about this project, and it is really difficult to do.

But-

The more he watched, the more excited he became, his heart was pounding. As expected of a junior brother, he handled several details extremely well. This design looks low-key and inconspicuous on the surface, but here, here, and here are really worthy of his preservation and repeated thinking and reference.

The roommate next to him suddenly poked him: "What are you looking at?"

Duan Yang was taken aback and almost dropped the light brain. The roommate suppressed a smile and helped him retrieve the baby's brain: "Why are you so scared by me?"

Duan Yang regained his composure: "I'm looking at my little brother's work."

The roommate suddenly became interested: "What's the name, let me see it too?"

Duan Yang shook his head quickly, covering the screen with red ears: "Don't look at it yet."

Roommate:?

"Wait... until the rematch stage," Duan Yang said earnestly, "I will meet with my junior brother at that time, and he will remember me, so I will officially introduce you. Otherwise, it will appear that I have lost face."

The roommate couldn't help laughing: "Okay, then go for it."

At the end of February, the students of Star University also began to return to school one after another.

Qin Heyu packed his luggage while playing the video, and asked Zhuang Yan eagerly: "Have you applied for the dormitory? Should we continue to live together this semester?"

Zhuang Yan showed Qin Heyu his plan, and he applied for a dormitory on the west side, only ten minutes away from the library.

Qin Heyu made a final decision: "Okay, then I will apply for this dormitory too!"

On the other end, 408 is also busy with moving.

Chen E's promotion report has been submitted. Although the opposition headed by the Chen family has a lot of voices, the cabinet signed and approved the proposal of the military department.

After the conferring ceremony is over next month, he will officially become a major general.

Before the epaulets were replaced, the new house was arranged.

People at the general level must have more suitable accommodation.

This house is in the suburbs, very close to a secluded and remote secret military area. It is at least two hours' drive away from the University District. When 408 Ling Zhuang Yan came here for the first time, he bluntly suggested that Omega can put some clothes for changing, as well as the things needed for daily life, so as to avoid the trouble of going back and forth.

Zhuang Yan said, "I'll think about it."

The house is not small in size and is heavily guarded.

There are a pair of fully armed security robots outside the iron gate, which scan visitors for any dangerous items and register their identities at the same time.

Then walk through the courtyard with red pine and lilac trees. The treetops are covered with thin snow, and infrared scanners and small anti-aircraft self-defense weapons can be vaguely seen among the branches.

This must be used to protect the owner's personal safety.

Finally at the wooden door of the house, 408 helped Zhuang Yan register his fingerprints and irises.

"In the future, as long as you scan the information, you can enter and exit very conveniently."

Zhuang Yan smiled: "Thank you."

The house is three times bigger than the small building next to the military academy. After entering the door and passing the screen, there is a spacious living room. Turn right into the conference room, which houses expensive equipment that can support holographic projections.

There is also an astonishingly large training ground underground, which is five stories high and covered with special materials, which has excellent sound insulation, shock absorption and protection functions.

"It's the same as the training ground in the military region," 408 explained. "It's designed according to the highest specifications, but the area is a little smaller."

There is a swimming pool at the back of the house, which is heated. Zhuang Yan followed 408 to the second floor and looked down from a height.

On snowy days, the warm mist on the water slowly evaporates.

There are two or three guest bedrooms and utility rooms at the end of the corridor.

Everything in the leisure room is very new, and there is even a holographic game that was just released last month and is very popular among students. And it was obviously impossible for Chen E to spare time to play.

The same is true for the study room, where the shelves are full of large-format information books related to architectural design. Other than that, there are only a few dark cabinets with encryption locks left.

408: "Major General sometimes needs to store some confidential information."

Zhuang Yan hummed lightly.

There are two master bedrooms on the top floor, one facing the courtyard and one facing the pool. The bed looked soft and roomy. The rooms are all equipped with bathrooms, and the bathtub is facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. The glass is made of one side, which not only ensures the view, but also protects the privacy.

Even the partition space between the two master bedrooms has been cleverly designed. A glass skylight is opened on the roof, forming a formal echo with the outside terrace with wooden floors and vines.

Now the windows are covered with a thin layer of snow, and in summer, you should be able to see the Milky Way when you look up.

408 asked Zhuang Yan to choose a bedroom randomly, Zhuang Yan's ears were hot, but he hesitated for a moment: "Is this not suitable?"

After all, it was Chen E's house, and there was actually no legally recognized relationship between them.

408 raised a question: "Why is it inappropriate? The major general doesn't care where he lives."

"..."

"And you are his only Omega companion." 408 said again.

Even from a physiological point of view, an Alpha with defective glands would not be able to accept other Omegas in this life.

If Zhuang Yan doesn't want to continue in the future, then Chen E will be doomed to be a loser.

The author has something to say: Please pay attention to the osmanthus (.)

Alas, double master bedrooms are such a waste, anyway, sooner or later they will sleep in the same bed.