geneticist

Never had a cold again.

(two)

Children's hearts are the most sensitive and fragile.

Little Yaer, who was hiding in a corner and missed his dead mother, was discovered by two passing teachers.

Little Ya'er tried his best to cover his eyes with his hands, trying not to cry in front of strangers, but he still longed for the other's comfort in his heart.

As a result, the two nasty guys poked you and smashed me, treating Little Yar as a novelty toy and playing with it in various ways.

Although these two bastards only used a little bit of effort, they still made Xiao Ya'er very painful.

"Huh? Is this little brat crying?"

"Really hey, wow, Skye, you are dead, you made people cry when you bullied others, the leader will definitely pick your skin off! Hahahaha!"

"Fuck, what does this have to do with me?"

"It doesn't matter, let you steal the snacks of people's children yesterday, spit it out for me!"

"Don't hit me, don't hit me, I'm so serious, I really think I'm afraid of you!"

So another fierce fight was staged, and the onlookers enthusiastically opened the handicap and placed bets, forgetting the tearful little boy who was bullied.

Tears welled up for a long time, seeing that no one came to take care of him, Little Yar sniffed and got up silently from this forgotten corner.

Yaer, who only reached the waist of others, picked up the wooden stick that someone threw on the ground, which was thicker than his thigh. in front of a bastard.

"Bang!" A muffled sound.

"Aw—" there was a scream.

Everyone watched silently as the little boy in the arena held up a stick taller than him, and clumsily but resolutely beat the two teachers to the ground.

After taking revenge, Arslan threw away the stick and left in a lonely way. That young figure has since become a legend in the base.

A gust of cold wind blew, and he turned his head, gloomyly glanced at the group of muscular men looking at each other, and felt that he was extremely stupid for wanting to act like a baby to these people.

That day, Arslan's violent actions were highly praised by the old captain.

So, Arslan understood that in this place, acting like a baby is useless, and big fists are the last word.

This was the single most important thing he had learned in the Masters.

(three)

Like many children, Little Yar lacks resistance to those furry animals deep in his heart.

However, it is impossible to have well-behaved bunnies, coquettish puppies or arrogant kittens in the base of the Masters.

Arslan's first pet was a vicious pit bull.

This was picked up by him when he was on a mission. It was originally the beloved object of a big drug lord, and it is said that he killed countless of his kind.

Yar's relationship with this fighting dog is like this.

Upon seeing Arslan, the well-trained pit dog went into alert mode and let out a threatening growl.

With a cold face, Arslan took out the food.

The fighting dog began to bark its teeth nervously, and the muscles of its whole body tensed up, ready to jump up and bite the opponent's neck at any time.

With a cold face, Arslan knelt down and beckoned his pet to come over for dinner.

The bulldog roared like a sharp arrow and leaped high, ready to fight Yar to the death.

With a cold face, Arslan punched out casually.

Pitbull fell down with resignation.

With a cold face, Arslan stretched out his hand in satisfaction and dragged the fighting dog over, messing up the short fur.

The once majestic fighting dog looked desperately behind this terrifying monster that seemed to be invincible forever.

The sky is so blue.

it loves it.

Tears streamed from the eyes of the notoriously ferocious Pitbull.

A month later, the pit dog that killed countless of its kind died of depression.

Arslan buried it silently in the open space behind the Master base.

The child is leaning sadly against the edge of the small bump.

All the passion and longing in life disappeared forever with the departure of my lovely little friend.

He never wants to have a pet again.

until he meets someone.

Arslan woke up.

He doesn't want to have pets anymore because he wants to be petted, fed, petted, and groomed.

"Please take care of me!"

This is the true desire of the most powerful geneticist in the Federation.

Confession

Looking at Arslan, Sucher felt that he was in chaos.

His first reaction was to refuse, but before he could say anything, he knew that he couldn't refuse when he met Arslan's cold and expectant eyes.

Besides, does he really dislike Arslan?

How can it be!

He was just afraid, afraid of losing again.

Sucher lost his parents very early, and later lost his grandfather. When his peers kept getting them, he was always losing them.

Lost loved ones, lost family, lost warmth, lost carefree good times.

He is used to the impermanence of fate, and like all ordinary people, he can only accept it silently after crying.

Work, earn money, drag back bits and pieces of gadgets like a little hamster, and build your own life from scratch.

The only difference from others may be that he has never given up on his ideals.

Become a Genetic Blender.

Life is a huge quagmire, and Su Che is terrified when he loses his relatives and is forced to face all this.

To him, that ideal is like a rope in front of a drowning man, he must hold on tightly.

He is used to loneliness and to living by ideals.

Feelings are a luxury to him.

After all, he only has.

Although he is more realistic than his peers in some things, Sucher is still a pure white paper when it comes to feelings.

Sucher didn't know how to respond, subconsciously, he was both afraid and grateful for this sudden feeling.

On the night of Valentine's Day, the virtual network was still so lively, and Sucher stood aimlessly on the street.

Just now, he was confessed by someone.

He felt that he also liked Arslan.

The man was emotionally clumsy, but incredibly passionate.

Sucher will never forget that when he was most helpless, it was that person who climbed to the highest peak of Zola City and took him to appreciate the free and wanton wind.

The embarrassment of life has made Sucher used to care about everything. He is stingy not only with money, but also with feelings.

He was afraid of being hurt, so he wrapped his heart layer by layer.

But his carefully constructed defense was shattered in an instant by the brutal guy Arslan.

Sucher desperately reminded himself that Arslan and himself were people from two worlds. He was an elite teacher trained by the military, while he was just a rookie who had just learned how to make a second-level genetic button.

How difficult it is for people from two worlds to be together!

Sucher was terrified.

He felt he needed a piece of advice, but couldn't find such a person.

Among the hurrying passers-by, the shadows of those fragrant clothes, those swaying voices, those glitzy waves, those quiet men and women are so far away from him, many years have passed, Su Che suddenly feels that he is still He hadn't changed, he was still the boy who was at a loss on the street after losing his only relative.

Finally too tired to walk, Suche stopped in a secluded street garden.

There is also a moon in the virtual world, and the clear moonlight is pouring gently on the ground. He is sitting on the bench beside the rosebush, and the dark and ambiguous fragrance seems to float in the air.

This place is far away from street lights, and the flowers and trees cast staggered shadows. Being surrounded by darkness makes Sucher feel a kind of sincere relaxation.

He looked to the other side of the road, and was dyed by the gorgeous lights into a night sky of magnificent colors. He let his mind go blank and didn't think about anything.

The girl with heavy makeup leaned drunkenly under the street lamp, singing with a hoarse voice as if no one was watching.

Her voice carried the smell of smoke and fire, just like a cigarette lit in the dark, it just flickered faintly, and then went out silently.

Su Che closed his eyes, and his ups and downs slowly calmed down.

"Come out," he said softly.

There was a rustle in the rose bushes, and Arslan's head popped out, with two leaves attached to it.

"I..." He murmured, but didn't know what to say, and finally lowered his head in frustration.

"sorry."

Sucher stood up, walked slowly to Arslan, and held his hand.

"Be brave," he said to himself, "it's not scary."

Yes, he is talented, he is not mature enough, and he is at a loss in the face of feelings.

But in front of this guy in front of him, none of this is a problem.

"Do you really like me?" He looked seriously into Arslan's eyes.

Arslan raised his head in a daze, his clean smoky gray eyes could evoke the criminal desire hidden deep in the heart.

"Well, I really like it." He reacted, and quickly held Sucher's hand back, his clear eyes were full of sincerity, "I will feel at ease when I'm with you."

To those who are in love, moonlight is a kind of mystery.

There are some cold and hard lines on Arslan's jaw. Under the white moonlight, it looks like cold porcelain, which will be broken and fragile with the slightest touch.

"Souche...do you think I'm annoying?" Arslan lowered his head, the shadows of flowers and trees were imprinted on his face, looking a little melancholy.

"I don't know how to make you like me, no one taught me that stuff."

The boy in front of him, a 19-year-old mid-level geneticist, possesses great strength and a bright future.

But here and now, he seemed so fragile.

At that moment, Su Che suddenly felt a strange desire to hug him, kiss his eyes, and lick him wet.