This Male Was Forced To Support His Family [Zerg]

Gu Yu, an eight-year-old boy, met ten-year-old Lu Shen for the first time when he was outside the small gate of the children's playground on Friday.

By the trash can.

The little boy with short white hair raised his head, carrying a basket of hot cookies, and asked the half-old boy who was a head taller than him: "Brother, do you buy cookies?"

The half-aged boy who was taking out the waste bottle in the bucket was startled by the sudden and tender voice.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw a little white-haired male dressed in elementary school uniform and with an indescribably delicate appearance, which reminded him of the expensive dolls in the window.

Lu Chen was a little cramped. He hid the plastic bag with the bottle behind him, stretched the wrinkled corner of his clothes with the other hand, his eyes were erratic, and then he concentrated on the toe of his white-washed shoe, and his voice was very low: "No, no need……"

He may not be able to afford it.

But the little boy's basket moved in front of him again, and he smelled a burst of sweet cookies, like this doll-like boy, with the breath of the afternoon sun, incompatible with this cramped and narrow funnel alley.

"Brother, you can help. No need to spend money. You can buy my biscuits with little red flowers!"

The white-haired little boy looked at him with a pitiful look, as if Lu Chen eating his cookies would bring the boy much benefit.

Ten-year-old Lu Chen has never been stared at by the insects with such a look.

Looking up, poor.

But equal and warm. Like the sun, like the sweet biscuit smell in the air.

This is a pair of pale gray eyes, which should have been cold and indifferent when they were silent, like the sky peeped in the middle of the mountains in the middle of the forest, dark and gloomy. But when he laughed with his eyes, those sullen eyes seemed to come alive, becoming stained with the smell of cream and sweetness.

Lu Chen was confused by the smile, and nodded in a ghostly manner: "...Okay."

At that time, he was still immature. He was ten-year-old at an age of half-year-old and half-understanding. Even though his mind is sensitive and precocious, his hand to the little boy still looks so immature, worthy of a grip and fragile. Powerless, unable to save too many things, unable to save too many worms, and even difficult for him to save.

The little boy took a piece of paper from the basket and handed it a piece of cardboard and a pen: "Just draw a little red flower, thank you for your patronage."

Lu Shen guessed that this might be an activity in the lower grades of elementary school. He was in the fifth grade and had the opportunity to participate in these extracurricular activities, but Lu Chen never responded to the group activities of the class. Every time he took a group photo, he always missed the one.

One is that these activities are not free, and the other is that he feels unnecessary.

If you have a leisurely mind, you might as well go back early to help the mother and father who just get off work at night to do the housework. After finishing your homework, you can also come out to pick up some nutrient solution and other bottles for money in your free time.

Picking up tatters is a technical job. Not only does it have to hurry up before the arrival of the city cleaning robots, but it also has to compete fiercely with its peers. These ages are considered to be in the generation of Grandpa Lu Shen, and when they see him, they will yell: "What's the matter with you kid! I want to grab food with us old guys!"

With that said, Lu Chen, a student from Sanhao Elementary School, was embarrassed to compete with these grandpas again, so he had to retreat to pick up some corner glass bottles in the alley.

Lu Chen wiped his hands on the corners of his clothes first, then took the pen and the jammed paper and drew a little red flower earnestly. He is very good at painting this, since he was a child, he has learned too much, and he is familiar with it.

Ten-year-old Lu Chen was already very realistic. He took a packet of small cookies handed over by the little boy. This was the first time he had exchanged small red flowers for practical things.

What is practical?

Don't go hungry, don't be poor, reputation and glory are all second, this is practical.

He thanked him, and carefully put the package of cookies in his coat pocket.

The good-looking white-haired boy looked at him curiously and asked, "Brother, don't you try it?"

Lu was silent, but disrespectful, so he took out the bag again, opened it cautiously, picked up one piece inside, and tightened the bag before taking it into his mouth seriously.

"How is it?" The nice little male insect's pupils are very indifferent colors, always looking at the insects through a layer of frost or fog, but Lu Chen read out the expectation in it.

"The taste... is delicious." Lu Chen commented and hesitated again, "Did you make it?"

He thought, this little male should be very concerned about the taste of what he made, so he kept chasing him and asking like this.

"Uh..." The boy tilted his head, "Probably, maybe, it should be... I did it."

Gu Yuxiang, the teacher and classmates helped him do it, and finally he closed the oven door by himself-rounding up, it was equal to him doing it, everything was fine.

Lu Chen didn't really understand what this "probably, maybe" meant, but he thought it tasted very good, so he wanted to take the rest of it back and give it to the father who went home after hard work.

It has been a long time since they moved to this alley, and it has been a long time since they had eaten luxury things like snacks other than meals.

In fact, Lu Chen has always understood that there is nothing really unnecessary in the world. It's like this kind of extracurricular activities, like biscuit snacks that can't help but be hungry.

No need, leisure-it means there is time and money to squander, it means that for him, it is a distant luxury.

Is fate unfair? Maybe it is.

But there are too many injustices in this world. Lu Chen did not live a life of wealth and idleness. He seemed to be a toil from birth. When he was in the original home, he would run errands for the female waiter above and his brothers and brothers to help the housekeeper share the housework. Leaving that home and living with his father and mother, he just changed to a more willing way and continued his toil.

Idleness means uselessness and sin.

Once Lu Chen is allowed to stop one day and truly idle at home, perhaps he will be more anxious and difficult to adapt.

Therefore, Lu Chen did not have time to blame himself and fate. Hatred and injustice can hardly hurt him. He has to use every quarter of an hour and every moment of his breath to do useful things, do the most efficient things, and win the opportunity for himself to change his destiny.

Lu Chen knew that he was just an ordinary female, the kind of female that the empire lacked the most. Every year, every month, every minute, every second, countless females like him were born in hospitals large and small in the empire.

The number of these females is huge, crowded under the bottom of the society, and they are mediocre and diligent for a lifetime. Even the fire pit that his father and father jumped into-marrying a male can't do it. . But who can say that they are not important?

Who can say that the ten-year-old Lu Chen will not matter in the future?

Lu Chen never felt like he was inferior, even if his biological male father disliked them so - no, not even disgusting. When the male worm looked at him and his father from above, his eyes were so flirty. Caring, as if looking at a tiny weed or ant on the side of the road, indifferent, suffocating him more than disgust.

Lu Chen was forced to look back at his existence.

A female who is absolutely indispensable in the empire, has a slightly clever head, but she is not so smart as to be a genius and change her destiny in one fell swoop.

Not as strong as normal females, even as thin as a bamboo pole after a long time of hunger. It's not as slender and soft as the general sub-female, and both ends can't be pleased.

So he may have spent all his luck in this life ahead of time. For such a mediocre person, in such a mediocre weather, in such a mediocre place, one in ten thousand is unlikely to be worthy of good luck. .

——I was met by a little boy who was younger than him, very beautiful, as if he were not in the world, and warm like the sun, and wanted to give him all the cookies.

"So I sell you all this basket of biscuits, okay, big brother?" The boy's white feather-like eyelashes fluttered like clear wings.

"Then you fill this cardboard with small red flowers, will you give it to me?"

The graph paper was filled with small red flowers. The strokes are carefully outlined, red and vigorous, bright and upward.

"The painting is amazing! Thank you very much for your patronage, big brother!"

"Um, but still, every little red flower is drawn slightly differently." A sly flash appeared in the boy's gray pupils, and his index finger was placed on his lips. "Hush, brother, you have to keep it secret for me, by the teacher. It's not good to find out."

...

"Ah! Gu Xiongzi! The teacher asked everyone to take a photo at the door. Are your biscuits sold out? They have been sold all afternoon!"

A female in the same school uniform as the little boy stood at the door calling.

"Come—come—" Gu Yu's tone dragged the old man, his face was full of reluctance.

He was stuffing the basket into Lu Chen's hand, and the teacher came over and called: "Classmate Gu Yu, come, come, come and take a picture! Huh? Who is that kid over there?-That little student, can you please come and help? Shall we take a picture?"

"Just one, it's troublesome!"

Lu Chen carried a basket full of cookies in one hand, and was dragged by the little male worm with the other hand. The teacher enthusiastically stuffed the little worm-eye camera into his hand.

"Well, please, this little student, we must take pictures of our entire class!"

Lu Chen was pushed in front of the second-grade pupils in the class for a while, holding the Wormeye Camera in his hand, a little cramped.

The white-haired boy who was unwilling to be pulled over to stand, looked up and smiled at him remotely, as if he was soothing, and blinking again, as if he was talking about keeping it secret.

Maybe the light at dusk that day was too good.

Lu Chen suddenly felt that this picture really deserves to be preserved forever.

The teacher was still trying to reassure him hoarsely: "Stand better, everyone! Don't push or shout, don't make a loud noise! ​​Be quiet, be quiet!"

"Will you learn from Gu Yu in the first row? Although he doesn't like to participate in group activities, he is the quietest one every time!"

"But teacher," a child raised his hand, "Obviously Gu Xiongzi is too lazy to talk and to move!"

The class laughed, the teacher raised his forehead, and Gu Yu still smiled at the outside of the camera, as if he were not in the same world with the surroundings.

This picture, through the hands of another ten-year-old boy, has been preserved forever.

"I see, the last laugh!"

Gu Yu stared at the playground for a while, then suddenly awakened.

"What?" Moore didn't react for a moment.

Gu Yu bowed his head and said to herself: "I should have known that at that time there were no insects to play here except us, and within a few days, the playground was demolished."

Moore felt the point from his words: "Have you been here before, Major Gu?"

Gu Yu didn't have time to explain. Before the group of chasers behind him arrived, he took Moll to the big tree in front of the playground and dug up. Moore was confused and dug along with the male worm until he dug out an iron box.

The box was not big, and opened it was full of all kinds of weird things, organic armor figures, bear dolls, letters in envelopes, and small pieces of paper of various colors, and finally pressed a photo underneath.

Moore leaned over to look at him, and was stunned for a moment: "Is this... a photo of the spring outing in elementary school?"

Gu Yu briefly explained: "I came to this spring outing when I was in elementary school, and when I was leaving, the teacher in the class asked us to put our darlings into this time capsule, write down what we want to say to our future selves, and then bury them. Under the tree, you can come and take it away when it grows up."

In that photo, almost all the worms are smiling, even the teacher who is holding his forehead on the side has a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth.

More suddenly realized: "Is this the'last laugh'?"

No wonder that none of the bugs had completed the task before. Who would have thought that this was a photo of Zhang Frozen, buried under a tree.

As the saying goes, difficulty is usually proportional to reward.

After submitting the results from the nc boy, Gu Yu and Moer, a poor and silent two-worm team, finally deployed several 50-point and 60-point damage grabs, and the ammunition filled the panel library. Players at the bottom are promoted to play with high coins.

Just out of the playground, the three remaining teams on the field luckily bumped into each other at the door.

The tripartite forces are on the verge.

Rhea is still clamoring at the forefront: "Major Gu, are you still running this time? Didn't you run very fast before?"

The last time the green circle was updated, the scope stopped on the street of Funnel Lane, and Gu Yu did not have a chance to run away.

Being hit by the two teams in the center, Gu Yu didn't panic, raised the corners of his lips, raised his handsome eyebrows slightly, smiled faintly, and was quite arrogant.

He slowly loaded the gun one by one and said: "It just so happens that I don't bother to run anymore."

...

Half an hour later, Rhea swallowed him back with strength to release him, and all backlashed on him.

God knows, Gu Yu with equipment and Gu Yu without equipment are simply not the same bug!

Moreover, it was obviously two teams flanking each other. Gu Yu and Moer caught their team chasing and fighting. Funnel Lane was only so big. Running out was eliminated, and waiting to catch up was also eliminated. Rhea and others explained with their strength. What is winged is also difficult to run.

The other team is even more inexplicable. It is obviously a three-way battlefield. Why do we seem so redundant?

Look at the opposite battlefield, brutal, really brutal. Sorry, really sorry.

Are the empire males so fierce now? Be in awe, be in awe.

Finally, the panel prompts.

——Current number of survivors: 5.

After the Rhea team was completely wiped out, after another round of elimination, Gu Yu, the brutal two insect team, sent the other two insects off the examination room. At five o'clock in the venue, all the remaining insect panels popped up with a small celebration firework.

[Congratulations to the five candidates present for their successful promotion! ]

[Congratulations to Major More, Major Alec, Captain Yeli...]

[Congratulations to Lieutenant Colonel Gu Yu! ]