The hero of the Zerg is a spoiled monster

"How can there be a teacher who is so good at hiding from leisure?" Tang Yu hid in the pile of documents and did some mental construction for a while. He read through them from beginning to end for a long time. Rest your cheek against the paper for a moment.

Ok?

Suddenly, a task approval application form caught Tang Yu's attention.

This is a recent application form for the "bandit suppression" mission in the B81 galaxy. The applicant insect is an ordinary-looking female insect.

Tang Yu sat up straight, picked up the document and opened it to read.

If he remembered correctly, this galaxy was close to the hiding place of the kidnapped insects mentioned by Ivan. Although it was not under the jurisdiction of the same star field, it was only separated by two small planets. It was too much of a coincidence for Chong not to think about it.

Tang Yu put down the mission application and went back to look through the victory documents that he had sorted out. He found that the execution locations of the completed missions were also quite close to this galaxy.

This was even more unbelievable, as if someone deliberately sent information to him for him to understand the situation.

Tang Yu held his cheek with one hand and his eyes became deep.

--An enemy or a friend?

If the opponent is an enemy insect, knowing that he only has a few insects in his plan, the purpose is simply to use him to attack An'erya.

If it was a friend, what kind of insect would silently add fuel to the flames behind his back?

Tang Yu's condition was getting worse and worse. An inexplicable feeling of anxiety filled his heart, which had caused him to lose part of his thinking ability without realizing it.

Not quite able to figure out the connection, Tang Yu simply decided to wait and see what happened. He opened the desk-type optical computer in front of him and dived into the post-war summary report without even thinking about why he had the authority to use the old section chief's desk. Optical brain.

At 11:20 in the morning, the old section chief Ben Chong arrived belatedly. He pushed open the door of the office and saw the male Chong sitting quietly in front of the optical computer, with documents arranged in an orderly manner. He couldn't help but curl his lips.

--Whether he can understand it or not, it's hard for Chong not to like this cute attitude.

"Hey! Xiao Tang!" The old section chief walked without making any sound. He came to Tang Yu and raised his hand to pat his shoulder, "Let's go, it's noon, the teacher treats you to dinner!"

Tang Yu's eyes did not move away from the optical brain screen, his fingers were beating rapidly on the virtual keyboard, and his shoulders were tilted to the side to avoid the old section chief's claws: "Teacher, you are late."

Tang Yu, who had worked overtime all morning when he first joined the job, was very resentful. He ignored politeness and spoke coldly with an expressionless face.

——It was easily avoided.

The corners of the old section chief's mouth twitched, he looked at his hands, then at Tang Yu, and finally at the time, and said happily: "Eleven twenty-one, you're not late, it's the opening time of the canteen."

Tang Yu was so angry that he almost dropped the keyboard. However, the keyboard was virtual and could not be picked up at all. He stood up and moved out of the way: "Teacher, you still have 6 battle report summaries this month."

The implication is that with so much unfinished work, can you afford to eat?

"Hi! What a big deal." The old section chief leaned on his desk to check the computer screen, and muttered plausibly, "To sum up, there are always a few articles that can't be finished in a month. The teacher is old. Yes, the general used to personally help make up for it. Isn’t it because there have been a lot of things recently and the general is away from the military headquarters--"

When the old section chief finished speaking, he suddenly felt as if the mute button had been pressed. His eyes widened slightly. He took the spectacles on the side and put them on. He sat down at his workstation and carefully read the summary that Tang Yu had typed out.

Five minutes later, the old section chief stood up, took off his glasses, and stared at Tang Yu suspiciously: "You are not an undercover agent sent to the First Army by another army, are you?"

"What?" Tang Yu didn't understand why the old female insect said this.

"Did you write this?" The old section chief's face glowed, and his eyes were different from the casual look when he first came in. They became extremely oppressive, as if Tang Yu would be torn apart by him if he didn't answer any question correctly.

Tang Yu slowly realized that his writing was so good that the old section chief was full of doubts.

Tang Yu curled his lips in a funny way: "If I were an undercover agent, do you think I would reveal my strength so easily?"

Not really.

The fierceness in the eyes of the old section chief subsided a bit, and he continued to be in disbelief: "Is this your first time coming into contact with theories related to military command?"

"Yeah." Tang Yu nodded seriously.

Although he was a practitioner of related work when he was at Blue Star, that happened in his previous life. This is indeed the first time he has been exposed to it in this life: "I am very interested in this command profession and usually like to read information books on this field."

"Hahahahaha--"

The old section chief let out a heart-wrenching laugh, which actually made Chong feel ferocious.

Tang Yu frowned anxiously, looked at the time, and planned to go back to Yingying to get some food: "Teacher..."

"Hey, hey, hey - I, Lao Li, have found a treasure!" The old section chief interrupted Tang Yu excitedly and patted him three times on the back, "Let's go, let's call some of your senior brothers, let's go out and have fun." Have a meal to celebrate!”

Tang Yu almost vomited blood after being slapped, and his whole back was numb and painful. Suddenly, he felt a surge of irritability in his heart. He shook his head and refused: "No, my home robot has already prepared lunch."

Since coming to the Zerg tribe, Tang Yu has not gone out to eat. He wants to leave this memory to An Erya, and does not want to go out with a group of female insects.

The old section chief also belatedly realized the difference between genders, and took back his hand: "I didn't think carefully. Then you go back and have a good meal. The teacher will go to the cafeteria first."

"Ah."

Watching the old female insect go away, Tang Yu bent down to clean up his work station. He suddenly felt flustered and dizzy, and had to hold on to the table to take a rest.

What's even worse is that the mental power and pheromones seem to be a little out of control. The former is arrogant and restless, while the latter is out of control and spilling into the air. Now he wants to find An'erya, want to catch the military female from the battlefield, bite him, and kiss him he--

"An'erya..." Tang Yu's breathing became heavier, the ends of his eyes turned red, his black pupils shrank into a vertical line, his lips moved, and he subconsciously exhaled the name, and then regained some consciousness.

How is this going?

Although Tang Yu had calmed down, he could still feel the discomfort in his body, and that sense of emptiness made him confused.

This situation involved a blind spot in his knowledge. Tang Yu struggled to sit back at his desk, leaned on the table and pulled out Anya's communication number and broadcast it.

"Hero?"

In the panic, the clear and gentle voice of the military female came over.

Tang Yu's face turned red, and the thoughts in his mind became even more intense. He tried his best to suppress it, his heart was pounding, he breathed deeply and shallowly, and he did not dare to speak.

"Hero?" An'erya had not yet been able to free herself from the insect-shaped shackles and did not turn on her own camera. Seeing Tang Yu's optical brain lens shining crookedly to one side, she felt a little panicked, "What's wrong with you?"

"An'erya..." the male worm spoke, and at the same time he turned the camera towards himself, his tone was low and hoarse, and he said intermittently, "...I feel so uncomfortable."