Zerg’s Favorite Protagonist

escaped.

When Sheng An watched that the green planet was getting farther and farther away from him, he sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Sheng An never thought that one day he would take the initiative to leave the insect star he had lived all his life.

If it wasn't for that car accident, he would have lived a life of desolation in the future just like his previous life.

He was born there, met the love of his life, lost it, and finally died alone in the house.

In the previous life, like all male insects, he never stepped out of the insect star in his life.

But he still came out.

Although he was still in a wheelchair, he could still feel the pressure of the space environment on the male's body. His breathing was a little difficult, but he couldn't hide his excitement.

Last Friday, that is, two days ago, Sheng An was still in the city of Kyoto. He was riding a car on his way back to Sheng's house after a blind date.

No matter what Sheng An thought at that time, it was an extremely ordinary day.

According to his grandfather's instructions, he expressed his requirements to the blind date female. The female was flattered, and the expression seemed to ask: Did you really choose me?

Sheng An felt a turmoil, he was impatient with female insects, and he didn't have the slightest bit of patience. All his thoughts were on the female servant who didn't listen to him and escaped privately.

Still, the housekeeper who accompanied him couldn't stand it any longer, and set the date for the engagement of the female worm on the opposite side.

Seeing that the engagement bill was pushed to the male father of the opposite female, he, like his son, was flattered, and with a hypocritical face refused, "I can't, I can't."

Their false courtesy made Sheng An almost breathless.

He tugged at his tie and ripped off the first button on his shirt, revealing his skin that was too pale because he had not seen the sun for many years.

The female worm on the opposite side straightened her eyes, but it was his male father who blocked it with his arm and whispered to him to pay attention to etiquette.

Sheng An heard their conversation clearly.

"Father, I haven't seen a male better-looking than him."

"It's not too late for you to get married in the future."

Is he a commodity? To be sold by the father and son face to face?

Sheng An snatched the gift list from the male father of the female worm opposite and said, "I don't want to book this marriage anymore!"

He pushed the wheelchair and turned out.

He has been in a wheelchair for a long time, and two wheels are used to it, sometimes faster than walking.

The housekeeper chased after him, and he shouted: "Master, my young master, can you stop being self-willed? Now this is the fourth person to look at. On your terms, although you can choose whoever you fancy. , but, in the end, the female worms must also be happy."

The Sheng family is no better than other aristocratic families. Other aristocratic families may give some considerable benefits, and the males can marry the females they like, but this method cannot pass the test for Sheng Lao.

He deliberately emphasized to the housekeeper that the females on the list would meet one by one, and if the other party was not satisfied, they would arrange for the next one immediately, and never force them.

At first, the housekeeper thought Mr. Sheng was joking. From his point of view, the young master of the Sheng family, except for his leg disabilities, was completely a talent. When he released it, he had to be careful not to let the fierce females fall over.

But in fact, Old Sheng's warning is still valid. Sometimes, the parents of the female worms agree, but when the female worm is asked about herself, they will show a hesitant expression until the housekeeper contacts them privately. Asking their opinions and promising not to report it to their parents, they spoke their hearts out.

"Actually, I don't care much about my family background. I just hope that I will live a happier life in the future. Young Master Sheng is very good, but I don't want to spend the rest of my life on a disabled male."

The answers from the first few females were surprisingly consistent.

Compared with their parents who value material things more, their generation attaches more importance to spiritual communication, and cares more about whether they and the future hero can have a common topic and have a good emotional foundation.

Just taking the stinky face that Sheng An put on during the blind date, anyone who saw it could think of him as gloomy and arrogant, which reminded people of the violent male after marriage often mentioned in the news.

Compared with external reputation and status, females would rather be conservative and protect their own safety.

Finally, there was someone who was attracted by the young master's face. Whether it was the female worm or the other's parents, they were very satisfied with Sheng An. Seeing that this could be done, Sheng An turned it into trouble again.

"Master, otherwise let's talk about it today, what are you looking for, I'll find it for you, until I find you are satisfied, don't make trouble, okay?" The housekeeper was half a threat, half a persuasion.

Sheng An glanced at the butler, who was a little guilty because of him, and said, "Master!"

Sheng An pushed the wheelchair into the car, closed his eyes, and said, "I'm tired, I'll talk about it later."

The one he wanted had already left the insect star and was far away from him.

Forget it, leave him alone, just a disobedient female servant, why do you need him to keep thinking about it?

Sheng An shook his head and threw everything about Ping out.

It was also a coincidence that it was raining on the way back, the vehicle slipped, and Sheng An was thrown and knocked on the head. At that time, he only felt as if something roared and filled his head, like a needle stick, and the pain caused him to roll off his wheelchair.

The housekeeper was so frightened that he almost lost his soul, he tried to breathe in a panic, and he tried to pinch others again, calling Sheng An's name incessantly.

"Housekeeper, I'm fine...cough, I'm about to be crushed to death by you." Sheng An said weakly.

"Hey, hurry up, driver, call an ambulance!" The housekeeper hurriedly let go of Sheng An and yelled at the driver.

"I just hit it, no need to call a car...cough."

Sheng An coughed, and the butler pressed harder.

It has been sent to the hospital, and the doctor came to receive it as an emergency. After the examination, it was reported that he only suffered a little skin trauma, and he mistakenly thought that the examination was wrong.

The housekeeper urged that a blood test must be drawn, but Sheng An stopped him.

"I'm fine, butler, arrange for discharge." He instructed lightly.

The housekeeper suddenly felt that Sheng An was different.

He seemed to suddenly have an air of despise the world like Old Man Sheng.

Empty, lonely, and... hopeless?

The butler didn't know if he was wrong.

He rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not mistaken.

Still a young master, but not a young master.

What happened next confirmed his suspicions.

After returning home, Sheng An negotiated with the master at an unprecedented speed, proposed a new bargaining chip in exchange for his departure, and finally arranged a press conference to tell the world that he has no relationship with the Sheng family from now on.

…

"Mr. Sheng, Mr. Sheng!" The waiter reminded him repeatedly, "Which station do you plan to land at?"

This is a privately-owned ship, and the service is extremely thoughtful according to personal needs. Although Sheng An did not clarify the location at the beginning, the waiter did not urge him.

Until the front is about to stop.

"Let's stop at the front." Sheng An said in a trance, the waiter nodded and wrote it down in the notebook. As he was about to leave, Sheng An asked him again, "The front is the X military area, isn't it?"

"Yes, I will send the map to your terminal in a while, Mr. Sheng, I wish you a pleasant journey." The waiter said.

Stepping on the land of the X military area, Sheng An seemed to see the back of a familiar military female in front of his eyes. He concentrated on training and did not notice Sheng An's arrival at all.

"Yo, Ping, look who's here? Are you a good friend?" Ping's colleagues always mocked him like this.

Flat-faced, who was under 20 years old at the time, was still very thin, not as thick as after, he laughed and scolded them: "Go away, that's my hero."

Then, he trotted over again, pushed him under the shade of the tree, lowered his body, and whispered in his ear, "Why are you here again, is it hot? Do you want me to accompany you for a walk?"

Unconsciously, Sheng An's eyes filled with tears.

He has lost him once, and he must never lose him again.

Sheng An said to himself in his heart.

…

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ping felt like someone was watching him.

He threw the basketball with a nice dunk and won a burst of cheers from his teammates.

"Why are you always so fierce?" The enemy teammates came over and slapped his chest heavily.

In midsummer, the sun is always so vicious.

Ping felt like his skin was getting burnt.

"Hey, why is there iced water today?" Ping asked suspiciously.

Although the camp has a cold storage, it will not be wasted on ice water. The female military consumes a lot of physical energy. If they are motivated, the camp will double the cold storage, and it is not fast enough to supply them with ice water.

Therefore, they can only get room temperature water. If they want to drink ice, they have to pay for it and have it delivered to the supermarket five kilometers away.

"I don't know, anyway, when our team went to lead it, this was the only thing left." His teammates came over and hooked on Ping's back.

"You said, could someone want to chase Ping in our team?" His teammate winked at Xiang Ping.

He's not talking nonsense either. It's a rare spirit among female insects. He's neat and tidy, and is generally loved by parents who are eager to give birth to male cubs.

In other words, it looks good at first sight.

"What nonsense," Ping smiled and turned his elbow back.

He was used to being close to his teammates in the army, and he didn't think there was anything wrong, but that hot gaze was almost no less than the venomous sun.

Ping was always used to being careless. He twisted the water and filled half the bottle, forgetting the unpleasantness just now.

"It's still the energy of ice!" Ping said loudly, and the surrounding teammates used ice water instead of wine, toasted, and laughed.

…

Since the last time he was on the basketball court, Ping felt like he was being watched more and more.

like now.

"Come on, here's your lunch." The roommate handed the meal to Ping.

Ping Gang wanted to say thank you, opened the lid, but it was a familiar dish.

He frowned and asked, "Is there a chef borrowed from Kyoto in the cafeteria recently?"

The roommate sat on the bed, took two bites of rice, and said, "Can we recruit chefs from Kyoto in this ruined place in the deserted Xingye Mountains? What a joke!"

Ping picked up the root green leafy vegetables, put them in the mouth, and chewed them carefully.

Sheng An is picky about his diet, and he only eats green leaves when he eats vegetables.

Ping has been in the Sheng family for so many years, and he has long been accustomed to this fine diet. When he first came to this camp, he had to adapt to the hard-tasting roots for a long time.

Is he really sensitive?

Ping thought so, but was interrupted by his roommate's urging.

"Hurry up and eat, we're done training in the afternoon, but there's still a speech to listen to!"

Maybe it's a coincidence.

…

Life always slaps you in the face when you try to comfort yourself.

Lectures have always been the least favorite part of active military females, because the speakers are long-winded and eloquent, but not a single word is a topic that military females are interested in.

Apart from applauding at the right time and being a clapping machine, the rest is just sitting upright in a military posture, with eyes on the front, and wandering thoughts in their minds.

It wasn't long after Ping just put on a pose, but he heard the amazement one after another in the field.

"Hey male!"

"So handsome!"

The commanding officer had to shout a few times, and the noisy military females fell silent.

"Why is he here?"

"How did he come here?"

These two questions have been floating in Ping's mind. He made a solid clapping machine, and several times, everyone around him stopped, but he was still babbling stupidly.

All the way back to the dormitory, the roommates could see his absent-mindedness, but strangely, the chief did not ask him to question him.

Ping is a military female from Kyoto. In this remote military region, all the native females are stationed all year round. They don't like insects, and they think they are just here to get a name and leave. Therefore, his During the period of time when the chief Zaiping came here, he often embarrassed him, and the most typical example was to give him a psychological education from time to time.

In the face of the words that ordinary female insects can't avoid, Ping didn't feel it. It is better to have something to fill his head than to think of the male insect when the sky falls.

Now, the commander stopped giving him lectures, and a series of things related to the male that had been blocked in his memory resurfaced.

"Damn it!" Ping smashed the bed board heavily.

"Ping, I... my brother came to see me, can you help me bring him in? I have something to do, so I have to go." As if to convince himself, the roommate swallowed his saliva, nodded his head, and said, "I must go. Don't go!"

"Okay, where's your brother?" Ping got dressed. They are very strict in this military region. Family members must be led by military females, and they have to sign and register. Very troublesome.

It doesn't matter if he is flat, he has a fake, he has been too lazy to use it. After so long, he has saved several times, enough for him to go to the transfer station to play and come back.

Ping arrived at the place his roommate said, but he didn't see his brother. He frowned, wondering if his roommate had made a mistake. He was about to call to ask, but he saw a male walking towards him.

Yes, the male insect in the wheelchair, his male master, Sheng An, pushed the wheelchair and came towards him.

Ping subconsciously wanted to escape, but on second thought, he didn't have a guilty conscience, so why did he escape?

He stood there, folded his arms in a tense defensive posture, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Sheng An's eyes darkened, and Ping, who was familiar with his expression, knew that he was expressing his sadness.

His hard heart was about to soften again, and Ping warned himself not to be deceived by him.

"Master Xiongzhu, if you are here to tell me that you are going to get married, you don't have to come all the way from Kyoto." Ping felt his voice was a little stagnant, and he forced himself to continue, saying: "Find a postal service and send Send me the invitation, and I will naturally know."

Sheng An didn't speak, he just looked at him with extremely serious eyes, as if he was watching a hard-won treasure.

Ping was laughed at by his own thoughts, he is not even a stone, but a treasure?

Do not make jokes.

"I came from Kyoto not to laugh at you," Sheng An's voice was a little hoarse, he seemed to be overworked from the afternoon speech, "Ping, I just want to tell you that I am not married."

His gaze was so focused that Ping felt scared.

"Okay, I see, you have nothing else to do, right? Then I'll go."

I don't want to wait any longer.

Sheng An is dangerous, especially for Ping, who still likes him.

"Ping, can you listen to me?" Sheng An's voice was full of pleading.

This shattered Ping's heart that decided to harden again.

Ping tried his best to stop his collapse, but Sheng An's weak, pleading tone made him unable to collapse any longer.

"You care about your face, scold me, okay! I'll bear it. You said that marrying Zhengjun is hiding from me, okay, I won't be bothered if I can't see it, and stay far away, but Sheng An, what do you mean by chasing here? Are you willing to watch me abandon my dignity and kneel in front of you to admit my mistake?" Ping felt the anger gushing out from his throat, he didn't dare to look back, for fear that he couldn't help but do something to Sheng An.

"No, Ping, that's not what I meant, I'm here this time..." Sheng An anxiously wanted to explain, he thought about all the situations, but he never thought that Ping would be angry with him, sweat dripping from his forehead anxiously .

"Sheng An, that's enough." At this point, Sheng An was still defending himself, and Ping felt that all his strength was drained.

"I remember that you have treated me well these years, but in the days to come, you can let me live. If I follow you again, I'm afraid that sooner or later, I will become the person you hate the most."

"Sheng An, I beg you, let me go," Sheng An behind him did not answer, Ping took it as his acquiescence, and said, "Our marriage relationship, I will cancel it online, you will sign it when you arrive, and you will think about it later. You don't have to take care of me when you marry anyone. You're going to get married, and you're going to hide it from a maid, and it's hard for you to do it."

"You don't want to please. My roommate is very good, but I'm a little timid. Don't let him pass the word next time. Also, I'm tired of the Kyoto chef's dishes."

Ping didn't know how he said those words. After speaking, he felt like a walking corpse. All his energy was exhausted at this moment. He returned to the dormitory dryly, saying that the roommate who was going out sat On the bed, he saw Ping come back, trembling, and almost stood up, crying, "I, I didn't mean to hide from you..."

Ping waved his hand to him, indicating that he didn't care, he lay back on the bed weakly, covering his face with a pillow.

"Ping, what's wrong with you?" the roommate asked cautiously.

"It's okay." Ping said.

It's over, it's over.

However, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, quietly soaking the wet cloth.

…

It didn't take long for Ping to receive a text message notifying him of the dissolution of his marriage with Sheng An.

There is no difference in level.

He is too aware of Sheng An's temperament. Sheng An has been weak all year round, which has created his dislike of straightforward conflict.

He likes to say anything euphemistically and never picks it up head-on.

Once the frontal provocation is opened, it means that the relationship between Sheng An and him is over.

For so many years, Ping has been careful not to touch this principle.

What about the two little ones, in the end, Sheng An still has to marry someone else? Sleep in someone else's bed?

Ping doesn't like that. Just because he loves Sheng An, he has always put himself very low.

However, as he gradually saw Sheng An clearly and knew that Sheng An had no intention of repenting, he came here again to seek a future, so there was no need for him to stay behind.

It's better to let it go and be happy.

Looking at the birds fluttering in the sky, he is also free today when he is about to turn twenty-eight years old.

However, reality tells us that words should never be too full.

Three months later, at the transfer station, on the night when Ping finally got free to celebrate his belated freedom with his comrades, Ping got drunk. Covering his mouth and nose, he fainted.

When Ping woke up again, he found that he was blindfolded, his hands were tied behind his back, and he couldn't earn it no matter how hard he tried.

It's over, the time to return to the camp will be delayed.

Ping subconsciously flashed the thought.

"Brother, you want money, the card is in my pocket, I'll tell you the secret, you let me go, okay?" Ping asked tentatively.

He could feel the slight breathing in the air, and there was indeed someone.

"To be honest, I'm a poor soldier, and I don't have much oil and water on my body. If you want to make a lot of money, I can introduce you to our chief. It's not far from here. He has a lot of money!"

The sound of breathing accelerated slightly, and I was overjoyed, and continued: "Brother, if you keep tying me, not only will you miss our commander, but my thousands of tickets will be lost!"

"When did you become so poor?" Ping heard the indifferent voice that belonged to Sheng An alone.

Familiar voice.

Here comes the fish.

Ping calmly said, "It turned out to be you, okay, don't make trouble, let me go. My ticket is really expensive."

"You... only care about the ticket?" Sheng An gritted his teeth in his ears, and Ping felt the hairs on his body explode.

The fish bit the hook, and it was the last effort.

"Yeah, I was looking for people to buy in a group, and I managed to grab a travel opportunity. If it wasn't for the lack of money, I would have lived in a five-star hotel long ago, and I would have been robbed by you..."

Ping's words were blocked by Sheng An's lips, and Sheng An almost collapsed, "How long are you going to torture me!"

Three months ago, Sheng An agreed to Ping's application to terminate the relationship, but that was because he wanted to pursue Ping again, on the premise of a female monarch.

However, for those three whole months, Ping was like a slick fish. No matter how he designed it, he couldn't catch him. He could only watch Ping slip away in front of his eyes. Settings, all in vain.

It wasn't until such coincidences were too frequent that Sheng An realized that Ping was deliberately playing with himself.

In his last life, Ping left too early, and he spent the rest of his life in remorse. He never thought that Ping had another side that he didn't know.

"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand!" Looking at Ping who pretended to be ignorant, Sheng An's teeth itch with hatred.

Anyway, sooner or later, it will be his female monarch, it doesn't matter if it is sooner or later.

He pushed down Ping, who was tied upside down, his teeth rubbed against his neck, and his fingers lifted Ping's uniform little by little.

"Sheng An, what are you doing! We have already divorced!" Ping still tried his best to perform.

The next moment, Sheng An blocked it again with his lips.

…

When everything was over, Sheng An let go of his wrist and took off the black cloth in front of him. Only then did Ping find out what kind of warehouse was this place, and it was the five-star restaurant he was thinking of.

"Marry me, this store is yours." Sheng An said with a blank face, with a contract in his hand.

Ping was shocked by his generosity, and he pretended to be exaggerated: "Wow, then I really made a profit."

He picked up the thin piece of paper on which the marriage agreement was written, which was exactly what Pingyuan could not ask for.

With a chuckle, he threw the contract to the ground, picked up his clothes, and put them on one by one.

"Ping!" Sheng An sat up in panic, hurriedly grabbed it, and said, "You promised me."

Ping looked at Sheng An and took his hand with a half-smile, and said, "I didn't say anything."

"Oh, by the way," Looking at Sheng An's hopeful eyes, Ping took out a crumpled banknote from his pocket and said, "This is the only money I have left, no matter how much I have, I don't have any more."

The note was flattened onto the bed, but Sheng An didn't pick it up and fell to the ground again.

Sheng An's face was full of humiliation, he took a deep breath and pleaded hoarsely: "Ping."

Ping was softened by Sheng An's eyes. He felt that he was too kind, and reminded him: "Why do you think I chose that hotel, it's because there is no surveillance on the road."

Ping whispered in Sheng An's ear.

"Also, Mr. Sheng, if you ask to marry a female monarch, at least show your sincerity in proposing."

Ping said, turned around, and walked away gracefully.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Not only because of the soreness on his body, but also three months of calculations, and the ease of finally confirming Sheng An's intentions.

If Sheng An stopped contacting him after the relationship was terminated, Naping would not have spent three months using the advantages of his relationship with his comrades in the camp to tease a male.

It was Sheng An who came to provoke him first.

Since both sides can't forget the love, how about a continuation?

…

On the other side, in the hotel, on the bed, Sheng An picked up the crumpled note that had fallen on the ground and laughed softly.

This is the peace he has loved all his life, regretted all his life, but never forgotten.

(Peace · End)