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

Today I went back later than usual, almost midnight.

Zhuang Yan carefully analyzed the structure and force of the space station throughout the night, and began to feel sleepy bit by bit in the car. After taking a nap, I just arrived at the door of the dormitory.

He opened the car door drowsily, thanked Chen E, and said goodbye by the way.

"Wait." Alpha said.

Then the faint smell of alcohol approached, and Chen E stretched out his hand to straighten his raised collar.

Zhuang Yan raised his eyes and was taken aback. At a slightly closer distance, he saw a small scar under the man's Adam's apple.

Like a burn after it has healed.

In fact, Chen E's hands are also rough, and his fingertips and palms are covered with calluses from long-term training. When he deliberately rubbed the glands at the back of Zhuang Yan's neck hard, he would feel a coarse tingling sensation.

Deep and shallow scars can also be seen on the exposed skin at the collar and cuffs.

In this day and age, getting rid of scars is actually very simple. Zhuang Yan didn't know if he wanted to keep it on purpose, or if he was too lazy to deal with it.

Zhuang Yan was thinking in a mess while brushing his face and opening the door of the dormitory. In the room, Qin Heyu sat on the sofa in his pajamas and yawned.

"Why did you come back?"

Zhuang Yan apologized: "I forgot the time when I was doing the question."

Qin Heyu showed an expression of "you have been doing the questions all the time", was silent for two seconds, and then asked, "Did he send you back?"

Zhuang Yan nodded.

Qin Heyu sighed: "You know Xiaoyan, that scumbag Chi Tianyi never gave me a gift back then."

Zhuang Yan thought about it, and patiently explained: "This is different, I have a bad criminal record before."

He was obviously talking about his own business, but his tone was as light as if he was talking about a stranger. Zhuang Yan analyzed calmly: "Chen E doesn't trust me very much now. In most cases, he wants to send me off because he wants to ensure that I will not go to other places privately to meet other people on the way home."

Qin Heyu: "..."

"Zhuang Yan, you can really think about it."

Zhuang Yan smiled tiredly.

Anyone who has four years of life occupied by counterfeit goods will want to open it.

"It's too late, I'm going to take a shower. You rest first?"

"Ok."

So Zhuang Yan dug out the clean clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up. Qin Heyu yawned and went back to his room, closed the door and went to sleep.

…

The topic of the preliminary round of the Federal College Student Design and Innovation Contest was also announced.

The theme is schools. The organizing committee selected several primary and secondary schools located in different places that need to be repaired as examination questions. Students should submit design models as entries according to the school's budget and needs.

The school forum, which had been quiet for a while, became lively again.

"Have you heard? Duan Yang from X University next door has also signed up."

"Is that Duan Yang who was famous all the way since he was a child and was even taught by Academician Ning himself?"

"Is it true? It's not that this person is extremely talented, and he is also a grade-jumping madman. He has followed that kind of large-scale design project in high school. If he participates, other students basically have no hope."

"Oh, our school is not lucky this year."

Qin Heyu slammed the light brain aside, and angrily announced: "I don't want to browse the forum anymore, and I'm a puppy at a glance!"

Zhuang Yan asked nicely, "Is someone scolding me again?"

"...That's not the case, it's something else."

"Ok?"

Because it was a break between two big classes, they randomly found a bench outside the lecture theater and waited for the class to start.

It's windy today, and it's hard to read the post. Qin Heyu asked Zhuang Yan to watch the screen by himself with a look of resentment.

"The previous seniors of our school are really not good at it. Try to build up the ambitions of others and destroy your own prestige!"

Zhuang Yan glanced at it, then turned the optical brain screen back. He said with a smile: "I haven't handed in my work, so I can't say for sure. Don't be angry, which school are you going to choose?"

Qin Heyu groaned, and switched the interface to the list of schools listed by the organizing committee.

"I haven't figured it out yet, what about you?"

Students who sign up for the competition must submit which school project they choose within three days.

Zhuang Yan stretched out his index finger and dragged the progress bar down. Facing Qin Heyu, he clicked on the bottom one, sixth, and third schools.

"I'm going to choose among these."

Qin Heyu looked at it.

In the huge Federation, there are too many schools that need to be repaired, and the list is actually very long. Qin Heyu glanced at it before, and can basically divide these schools into several categories:

One type holds a huge amount of money and is rich and powerful, so that people can use it freely;

One category has limited budget but clear requirements, and needs to be designed with a little shackles;

There are only two or three schools in the last category, with extremely small budgets and poor basic conditions. It is suspected that they appear on this list.

If Qin Heyu chooses the project by himself, he will definitely choose the first and second categories. The first one has a lot of room for creativity, and the second one is not easy to deviate from the topic. After thinking about it, it is easy to get a high score.

And Zhuang Yan unexpectedly selected a very representative school among these three categories.

Question marks popped up on Qin Heyu's head: "Wait, what is there to choose for this third room? What kind of tricks can you make with a budget smaller than mosquito meat? Only the cheapest materials can be used to build the most ordinary buildings. , get the lowest score!"

Zhuang Yan: "Not necessarily."

Qin Heyu:?

Zhuang Yan's tone was relaxed: "Anyway, there is no rush, there are still three days. I can make a design framework for each, and finally see which one works best."

Qin Heyu was silent.

Generally, for students with little experience, it takes three days to prepare a framework, which is considered very efficient. One a day, for the average person, it's a pipe dream.

Although in the last cooperation, he could see that Zhuang Yan is actually very talented in the design profession, with fast thinking and good quality.

But I didn't expect it to be so fast!

"Okay, Xiaoyan," Qin Heyu sighed, "I'll forget it, I can't make trouble."

Full of confidence, he pulled up the page and selected the richest and richest Noble Primary School in the high-tech development zone.

"I submit this directly!"

"Ok."

Qin Heyu's eyes were shining with fighting spirit: "So from now on, we are competitors!"

I still have to say a few more lines of Saobao, and I saw Zhuang Yan smiled, and said what was in my heart first: "Then don't discuss with each other for now, come on, and we will be friends after the results come out."

Qin Heyu: "..."

You know me well, Zhuang Yan.

…

So starting from this night, in order to avoid suspicion, Zhuang Yan gave up the quiet dormitory to Qin Heyu. After all, classmate Xiao Qin is relatively poor, and the library closes early, so if he is not staying in the dormitory, he has nowhere to go.

Chen E seems to be very busy these days, and he doesn't even have time to drive himself. The omnipotent robot is in the driver's seat, helping Zhuang Yan to remotely open the car door.

Zhuang Yan treated people and AI equally, and thanked him very politely.

The robot did not take the initiative to chat, so the atmosphere was relatively silent along the way. When I arrived at Chen E's house, I didn't see Alpha either.

There is only one meal on the table. The robot said, "I'll help you warm it up."

Zhuang Yan took off his coat and hung it in the corner.

He asked, "Where is Chen E?"

"Senior Colonel Chen E won't come back to eat tonight."

Zhuang Yan was silent for half a second.

"Then I don't need to come here?"

The robot puts the nutritious meal into the stove and starts heating with a ding. It turned its head and stared at Zhuang Yan with electronic eyes.

"It's all here, Xiaoyan," the robot faithfully conveyed the master's order, "It just so happens that Senior Colonel Chen E invited you to come to his study to do your homework."

Come to his study and do homework.

Zhuang Yan: "..."

That being the case, after Zhuang Yan finished his meal, he began to plunge into the design with a high degree of concentration.

The draft paper and pens that were not used up last time were still there, apparently untouched by the owner of the house. Zhuang Yan called up the model of School No. 1 on the optical brain, enlarged it, and lowered his eyes to write and draw on the paper.

Zhuang Yan really didn't pay much attention to those messy gossip and interpersonal relationships. In his opinion, a school in need of repairs is much more interesting than a fishpond that fakers have painstakingly maintained.

Ning Huabi once said with a smile that Xiao Yan is a born artist.

He is extremely sensitive to the changes produced by the shape, color, light and shadow of the building through the fiberglass structure—

It is far better than the obscure and unspeakable complex thoughts when people get along with each other.

Because he was so attentive, Zhuang Yan didn't even notice the sound of his military boots stepping on the ground when Chen E came back a few hours later.

The standby robot raises its head to greet its owner.

Chen E stopped with gestures, and asked in a low voice: "Is he still studying?"

"Designing."

Chen E hummed, changed his shoes at the entrance, and hung the long trench coat beside Zhuang Yan.

He went to the kitchen to drink water, smelling of alcohol.

The door of the Zhuang Banquet was not closed, and from that angle, Chen E could just see Omega's expression of deep thought.

Zhuang Yan's skin is very fair, his clothes are beige, and his neck is slightly bent forward because he wants to draw a picture. The skin exposed at the neckline is like porcelain, delicate and flawless.

The fingers are slender and white, holding the pen. The tip of the pen draws intricate lines one by one on the paper.

With drunkenness, Chen E's dark eyes drooped. He stared at Zhuang Yan silently, but was too lazy to make a sound.

Maybe it's because Zhuang Yan is too focused and too beautiful to appear difficult to get close to.

Suddenly I remembered the year when I first arrived at the border.

Chen E led the team deep into the underground mine of the small planet. The mine roads are winding and underground rivers are densely covered. A rebel army holding pulse weapons hid underground, but was finally found by Chen E and wiped out.

This battle was fought too fiercely, and the energy of the positioning equipment was exhausted.

The way back was long and difficult, and the military lights were running out, so they had to save as much as possible and turn on one by one.

After passing a piece of dark rock hanging like a needle, and turning again, I finally found the dark river I waded through when I came here.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, there are continuous light spots floating on the dark river, which are fireflies lightly touching the water surface, like reflecting the flowing galaxy. The remaining team members were all refreshed, knowing that they would be able to get out alive soon.

The water is very shallow, only up to knee height.

Chen E opened the way at the front.

He was still young at that time, and he hadn't polished himself into a sharp sword in countless life and death situations. His physical strength was almost exhausted, his footsteps were heavy, and there was a deep and long wound on his abdomen, which would ooze blood if he had to keep pressing forcibly.

Dark red dried blood condensed on the cheeks and body.

When he stepped into the cold river, the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke swayed along the water. The frail fireflies startled up in groups, then fell again, forming a falling rain of light.

Things that are too beautiful are fragile.

Compared with feeding and protecting, what Chen E is better at is actually killing and destroying. The mine was just the beginning. Later, he destroyed more space bases than Zhuang Yan fed the small animals on the central star.

In these years, every time Chen E returned to the central star to see Zhuang Yan, when his fingertips touched the back of Omega's neck, he always restrained his forbearance and desire to destroy.

In late autumn, the wind outside the window is desolate and silent.

Chen E drank a few more glasses at the banquet, and his drunkenness made his normally suppressed thoughts expand.

He thought, if Zhuang Yan looked up at himself.

The second hand beats one frame at a time.

Zhuang Yan put down his pen and looked up to see Chen E. Dazed and surprised appeared on Omega's face, and then the corners of his eyes slowly curled up into a very soft smile.

"You're back."