nebula story

Nodding vigorously again and again, little Chesu bowed left and right, tightly grasped two of them, looked at them, and tapped them lightly with another two fingers, only missing his dark eyeballs into the counter.

"Boss, I want all of these. How much is the total?" The middle-aged man patted his son's head and turned to look at the boss.

"Ah, wait!" The shop owner was very happy, and quickly checked the account in his hand, "The original price is 425 Jor, since we want it together, let's discount it to 400!"

"Oh." After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man looked up at him, his eyes hidden under the high brow bone were dark and deep, "Can't you let me go? This price is a bit too expensive."

"Ah, it's so expensive!" Peeping at the bulging purse in his hand, the shopkeeper exclaimed blushingly, "Guest, you may have never bought such a high-end toy, this kind of workmanship, this new style , Putting it in toy stores throughout the imperial city, this is a fair price!"

Frowning, and climbing down from his father's shoulder, little Chesu looked up at the shop owner, pointed at the largest matte black mecha toy model, and he nodded innocently: "But this one is broken!"

"Nonsense, nonsense!" The shopkeeper put away the two old models on the right with a flushed face, looked at the model he was pointing at, and raised his eyebrows: "Children know what a fart! This is the best-made mecha model, all You can move your joints and even lift your ankles, do you know how much it sells for? - 250 yoles!"

"But, it's really broken." Looking at him seriously, Little Chesu lightly touched the knee joint of the mecha model from behind with his hand, "Look."

After shaking slightly for a few times, the majestic-looking mecha model suddenly fell to the ground with his light touch, and collapsed on the counter, making a dull blunt sound.

With a cry of alarm, the shopkeeper hurriedly rushed over to hold up the limp mecha: "Oh, what did you do, kid! Why is such a heavy mecha model so good?!"

After fiddling with it for a long time, but failed to help the mecha stand up, he blushed for a while, "Pay, pay, you broke it, you pay! This is 250 joles, and you can't discount it at all!"

"It's obviously broken by itself. My son just touched it. If such a valuable thing is thrown away by anyone who touches it, why is it so expensive?" The middle-aged man straightened his waist and pointed him at himself. The short fingers on the bridge of the son's nose pushed away.

"The untouchables are the untouchables." Gritting his teeth and continuing to point at them, the shopkeeper looked at the still bloody brand on Xiao Chesu's shoulder with contempt, "Young bastard's hands are also so cheap, otherwise how could I make my good goods like this?"

Looking at him coldly, the middle-aged man straightened his body and stared at the shopkeeper closely: "You know whether these models are new or not, and if they are placed in other stores, the sum of these models will be the largest." For 350 yol, I can't make a mistake."

Picking up the mecha toy that fell on the counter casually, he opened the joints of the legs two or three times, revealing a small hole inside like magic: "This kind of rough-made thing lacks a linkage rod, sold to Any customer will come back to you to return the goods!"

Staring wide-eyed at the hole pointed out by his father, little Chesu exclaimed, "Wow, so this is here! Here..."

"Yes, Xiao Su is really smart." He rubbed his son with thick stubble appreciatively, the middle-aged man turned his eyes to the shopkeeper, and said briefly: "Including this bad one, I will sell it to me for a total of 300 yor. You know very well whether you have lost money or not."

He still wanted to quibble, but when he saw the man's cold eyes, the shopkeeper suddenly shivered for no reason.

After thinking for a while, he finally waved his hand reluctantly: "Forget it, I'm unlucky today! Anyway, this bad one can't be sold in the store!" He resentfully put those mech models on Inside the box, I casually threw the mecha with one missing part into Xiao Chesu's hand, "I don't need the box for this one, you can play on the road!"

"Well, thank you uncle!" Not at all frightened by his bad attitude, Little Chesu raised his face and showed him a sincere smile: "Uncle, I will treat it well."

……

After lingering in the store for a long time, when the father and son set foot on the way home, the sunset had already turned orange-red, and the stars surrounding the planet Renssel gradually quietly flashed in the sky.

Carrying his son on his back, for fear of hurting the wound on his shoulder, the middle-aged man took his steps very lightly.

"How does Xiao Su know that the model is broken?" Che'an asked in a low voice, the noise of the surrounding markets gradually subsided, and a fresh breeze blew up in the air. "If Dad doesn't look carefully, he won't find it."

"Hmm..." Responding to his father's question in a daze, Little Chesu's fingers tightly grasped the swarthy new toy, "Sound, hit it, it's empty..."

The fright during the day and the surprise just now, the pain in his shoulders and the gradual onset of drowsiness finally dragged him into a deep sleep.

Four years later.

The four seasons on the planet Rencel are not very clear, but when the increasingly sultry wind blows along the interstellar corridor, people also begin to feel the arrival of summer.As in previous years, the summer on this planet is more rainy and less windy, people walking on the street wear less and less clothes, and those low-status untouchables put on more naked clothes earlier.

Surrounding the central imperial city is an administrative division divided into a nine-square grid. The four areas next to the central area are mostly residential areas for nobles and wealthy commoners, and the four corners are distributed in the fringe areas, which are the same as any other city on the planet. Just like cities, there are untouchables with almost the same population as the common people.

The low-level manual labor and low-level chores of the whole society are all integrated and distributed by special untouchable management agencies to maintain the normal operation of the whole society.

And for the rare nobles and royal families, the country will also allocate a corresponding number of untouchables to serve as servants according to needs-compared to most of the untouchables who spend most of their lives immersed in heavy labor. The untouchable slaves who were assigned to official residences or noble manors seemed to have no worries about food and clothing, and their lives were not so difficult.

At the end of the spacious Eighth Avenue, a neat white building is located in the shade of greenery, revealing the sharp glazed corners of the roof.The closer to the center of the imperial city, the more the houses reveal the beauty of architecture and art, which is in stark contrast to the unimaginative and pigeon-cage-like slums on the periphery.

In the neat and well-lit classroom, rows of well-dressed children seem to be listening to the teacher's lecture seriously. Looking carefully, some students in the back row are still obviously distracted.

Pulling down the electronic blackboard, the young female teacher in the classroom pointed to the formulas on it with a laser teaching stick, and her voice was bright and clear.

On the left side near the school gate, there is a row of simple benches, and there are many companions or bodyguards waiting for their young masters and misses to leave school.At the far end, a ten-year-old boy stayed alone in the corner, scribbling and drawing on a piece of paper with a short, bald pencil, his scribbled handwriting was like a bible.

If someone has the heart to look at it, they may be a little surprised: it is clearly a discarded math test paper printed on this school, with extremely low marks. Some unlucky student crumpled up his bad test paper and threw it on the on campus.

In less than a few minutes, the boy quickly filled the blank space on the test paper, biting the dirty pen holder, the boy stared at the test paper with wide eyes, and seemed to be reluctant to part with it. , just casually threw the crumpled test paper in the trash can next to it.After being dazed for a while, he slowly took out a book from his pocket, and curled aside to read it by himself.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the students in the classroom visibly cheered up, stood up and bowed to the teacher on the podium, and rushed out of the classroom in a swarm.

Yawning lazily, a noble boy in his teens picked up the books on the desk and walked to the lounge near the school gate.

Seeing the thin figure of his little servant sitting there motionless, the young master of Viscount Yolande Hall couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

Walking forward, he unceremoniously slapped his little follower on the head with his textbook: "Chesu, you little idiot, can you take your young master a little less seriously?"

Jumping up suddenly, the boy looked back at his young master, hurriedly put down the crumpled book in his hand, and showed an embarrassed smile: "Master, are you out of school?"

Quickly reaching out to take the thick book in his hand, he quickly took out the cool and refreshing pure juice from the small freezer under his feet, poured it into a clear glass water glass, and handed it to the young master's mouth : "Master, you drink water."

After drinking a few sips with his hand, young master Andy Hall waved his hand comfortably, and walked out of the school gate with his entourage.Under the bright sun, the young master in his teens was empty-handed. The attendant behind him was holding the master's schoolbag and personal utensils in his left hand, and a large portable ice bucket in his right hand. He followed closely behind, and after a while , A fine layer of sweat had already oozed from her delicate forehead.

Getting into the black extended car parked outside the school, Andy waited impatiently for the little attendant to bend over and get into the back seat, and waved to the driver to drive.

He casually took the book that Chesu was carrying around his waist, and he flipped through it curiously. It was a slightly dirty paper book soaked in sweat, but it didn't look old.

Master Andy looked at the advanced physics textbook, "Are you an idiot or a freak? You can read any kind of broken book with great interest, and then read the next one in less than three or five days. What's so good about it?"

Lowering his head, his little entourage Chesu's long eyelashes trembled, and it took him a while before he answered cautiously: "Well, I, I feel bored."

"But what's so interesting about this book! You can't understand it!" He stabbed him angrily. After thinking about it, Master Andy was right. He stayed in the corridor every day and waited anxiously for him to go to and from school. He couldn't go anywhere. Running around, if it was me, I would have been suffocated to death!

Looking at the well-behaved and obedient attendant, he nodded thoughtfully: "Hey, father will entertain distinguished guests in the manor tonight, so you should also come to the front hall."

With his eyes widened, Chesu stared blankly at his young master.

"What kind of stupid expression is that? There are too many people in the family, and you don't need to serve and help - besides, you are so stupid, if you go to help, you will break the plate and overturn the cake, right?" Haha laughed, and Master Andy sent a rare message. Kindness, "There will be a dance party in the front hall, and there will be an impromptu song and dance performance. I will open your eyes!"