Zerg’s Favorite Protagonist

After careful consideration, Song Bai finally rejected Sardinian Rua Xiong's suggestion.

Not to mention that he is a native non-insect star, he has absolutely no yearning for bears in his heart, and if Sardinia is addicted to playing and has to bring a bear home, there is no place to raise it at home, right?

In fact, as long as he thought that it wasn't the alarm clock that woke him up every morning, but the bear's roar, Song Bai's heart collapsed unspeakably.

Looking at the regret and disappointment on Sadin's face, Song Bai became ruthless and chose to stick with it to the end.

Throughout the night, Sardin was like a weather-beaten cabbage, wilted and unwilling to even eat dinner.

Several plates of delicate dishes were placed on the table one after another, and the bursts of aroma tickled people's index fingers.

Song Bai stood in the living room and looked forward, through the open bedroom door, his eyes fell on the bulging quilt on the bed.

Let's see that the quilt shakes from time to time. From experience, Song Bai knows that Sadin is not sleeping.

Even his favorite dish couldn't seduce him out of bed. It seemed that Sardin was either out of appetite or angry.

In the face of others, Song Bai's attitude is whether you like it or not, it's none of my business.

In the face of Sardin, what is the attitude, can you eat it?

Song Bai passed through the bedroom, sat down by the bed, and lifted a corner of the quilt with his hands, revealing Sardin's bright black eyes.

"!" Sardin quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Song Bai couldn't help laughing and stroked the top of Sardin's hair that was rolling on the bed.

Sardin remained motionless, and the posture of the two arms on his side was extremely rigid, trying to get away with it.

Song Bai: "I know you didn't sleep."

Listening to the voice of the lord, it seemed as usual, Sardin opened his eyes and wanted to secretly observe the expression of the lord, but when he opened his eyes, he was startled by the handsome face pressed down in front of him.

"!" Sadin sat up.

"Finally willing to get up," Song Bai pinched his earlobe amusingly, and Sardin's ears were stained with pink.

"You're not allowed to go, are you angry?"

"Ah?" Sardin froze for a moment, bit his lower lip, and shook his head quickly, "No."

"Don't dare, or really don't?" Song Bai knew that Sardin had always been afraid of his heroic status.

"Not at all." Without any doubts this time, Sardin shook his head decisively, and added at the end, "I have never been angry with a hero."

Don't be angry, that's fine.

Song Bai stood up and hugged Sardin directly with his strong arms. Sardin was caught off guard and gave a small exclamation.

Sitting on the chair, Sardin's heart was still pounding, and he heard the hero sitting next to him, calmly and gracefully picking up the tableware, and lightly wrote: "Tomorrow we are going on vacation, and we will have the strength to eat when we are full."

Sardin snorted, isn't it just a vacation, what's he in the mood to eat... Wait, vacation? !

Sardin raised his head, his eyes were very bright, and his face was written with is it true?

Song Bai coughed, regained his composure, and said, "I checked the schedule just now. I have time for the next two days, so I asked my assistant to book a flight to the north. Let's go to the hot spring restaurant there."

There was no need to continue spinning around in this small place at home. Sadin jumped up in surprise, picked up the bowl and was about to serve the rice, but was pushed back to his seat by Song Bai.

Song Bai took the bowl to help him, nodded his chin, and said, "It's cold on the ground."

Sardin had just been carried over, not even wearing shoes.

Sardinian swayed his legs in his seat, bubbling with joy.

The family's plan to "win the hero's attention" failed, it doesn't mean that his vacation will also fail!

He is absolutely sure that when the time comes, the hero will only look at himself!

Although it is a pity not to be able to rua bear.

The proud Sardin did not expect that this journey was just the beginning of his repeated setbacks.

The next morning, at home.

"Sadin, are you alright?"

Sardin carried the huge suitcase and came to Song Bai: "Alright, alright, Lord, let's go."

"Are you sure you want to wear this?" Song Bai looked him up and down.

Sardin turned around, "Is there something wrong?" He thought it was quite handsome.

A simple T-shirt, ankle-baring denim, and a sun-protective sun hat look like a somewhat conservative sub-female dress.

Song Bai supported his forehead, "It's snowing in the north now at the end of October. Are you going to freeze yourself to death in your summer clothes?"

Sadin didn't care: "It's not that serious."

He lifted the handle of the suitcase and was about to leave, but was pulled back by Song Bai.

"Change."

"Master, there is no need, I will not tremble, I am a military female." Sadin smiled.

"Either change or not go today." Song Bai's tone was non-negotiable.

"Master!" Sardin pleaded with shaking his arm, nonsense, he has to wear too thick, wrap it like a ball, how can the master recognize himself at first sight from a pile of balls?

It seemed that he was too used to him before, Song Bai gritted his teeth, how could he hide such an important matter if he wanted to act coquettishly?

He picked up Sardin and threw it onto the big bed, pulled out two autumn clothes from the wardrobe next to him, and put them on Sardin without any reason.

"Hey, lord!" Sardin dodged in a panic, raised his eyes to see Song Bai's eyes that were about to burst into flames, slumped, and stopped struggling.

But when Song Bai asked him to take off his clothes, he was unwilling to change. He insisted that Song Bai leave the bedroom before he would change.

Song Bai only thought he was ashamed. After all, every morning, when Sardin changed his clothes, he had to carry him behind his back. He closed the door thoughtfully. Sardin stared at him for a while, and he was relieved after confirming that the hero really went out.

He slowly put the autumn clothes directly on the outside of the summer clothes, and looked at the full-length mirror, and was satisfied that there were no traces at all. Anyway, he still had several sets in the box, so he was prepared.

As soon as the bedroom door was opened, he saw the suitcase spread out on the ground. Song Bai piled a stack of thin summer clothes into his arms and said, "Put these back in the closet and pack the autumn and winter clothes in."

Sadin held his clothes and wanted to cry without tears.

These are all carefully selected by him!

The hero has already said so, and it is naturally impossible for Sardin to say anything else. Fortunately, he still has a set.

After finishing the things, Song Bai picked up the box with a surprised expression, and said, "How much did you pack for this weight?"

"I don't remember much," Sardin said strangely. He walked over naturally and weighed his weight. The neckline of the loose autumn clothes slipped down as he picked it up, revealing the summer clothes collar hidden underneath.

Song Bai was not surprised at all. He pointed to the bedroom and said expressionlessly, "Replace the suit on your body for me too."

"...You are too deceitful, Lord!" Sardin was indignant.

The suitcase was put down by the hero, how could the hero not know whether it was heavy or not?

…

On the plane, the comfortable temperature made Sardin unhappy with his thin, warm autumn clothes.

Obviously can be very beautiful, why should I wear this kind of clothes.

On the right is the window, and below the window is the cloud layer as white as the ground, and below it are countless flat ground of buildings.

On the left is the hero, with a portable terminal on his lap, the keyboard rattled, and on the screen of the terminal were a series of technical terms that he could not understand.

Sardin raised his hand to check the time. Since he got on the plane, the hero has not looked at him for thirty-three minutes and twelve seconds.

Get engrossed and focused on your business, just ignore him.

The hero ignores him and ignores the other insects, which shows that the hero is a super capable workman, not nostalgic for beauty.

Sardin's heart seemed to be hit by a deer with its furry antlers, irritable but itchy.

Xiongzhu ignored him, indicating that his frustrating autumn clothes did not attract Xiongzhu's attention.

However, Sardin is also a little eager to try. He has always liked challenges, not because of the frustration after failure, but because of the excitement brought by the challenge itself.

Since it's not enough to please the hero, what's the trouble?

"Master, I'm hungry."

"There is a terminal in front where you can order food."

Game 1: Lost

"Master, I want to go out."

"Okay," Song Bai offered him his seat.

After a while, Sardin went out again, and Song Bai gave up his seat again.

Repeating this three times, the surrounding passengers were alarmed, and even the flight attendant looked over in disbelief, for fear that the male worm would run away on the spot.

But Song Bai didn't feel irritable at all, his eyes were still fixed on the screen, and his typing speed didn't change at all.

Game 2: Lost

"Master, the bug cub over there is crying so loudly."

"Sit down, I'll talk about it." Song Bai got up and went to the opposite side, coaxing the worm cub a few words amidst the flustered apology from the other side. The worm cub was appeased by the male worm and quickly became quiet.

The busy female father thanked him repeatedly, and only then did he have time to look up at the kindhearted worm who helped.

As soon as he looked up, his breath was taken away by that indifferent handsome face.

That is, Mr. Song on TV!

He covered his mouth and watched Song Bai, who was the opposite of the humor on TV, return to his seat. At this moment, he saw that all the females around him were booing him.

It turns out that everyone has already discovered it, and they are busy peeking.

The worm cub in his arms slept like an angel, and the female father, like all females, peeked confidently.

I saw Song Bai sitting back, and he blocked a cold voice from the inside, "Actually, the cubs cry are really nice."

This voice, he said, why is it so familiar!

Wasn't it the same voice that he had been yelling at Song Bai since he got on the plane? !

Such a good hero does not know how to cherish, it is really insatiable. The female father hurriedly covered the cub in his arms, for fear that Song Baizhen, who listened to the female's words too much, would come to make his cub cry.

"Enough is enough." Song Bai said lightly.

"It's really good to cry." Sardin buried his face in the blanket.

It finally worked this time! He made a gesture under the blanket, unaware that he was frantically testing on the edge of danger.

Song Bai laughed angrily. He had a good temper, but that didn't mean he would condone unreasonable troubles. He installed the portable terminal, leaned over to Sardin's ear and said:

"If you mess around again, I'll take you to the male worm lounge."

Male lounge, a special room where males can take their partners to solve physiological problems on the plane.

Just as Sardin made an excuse to go out, he saw a female, leaning against the wall, walking with a limp.

When he saw him, he smiled embarrassedly.

This is not home!

The fact that Sardin can let go in front of the hero does not mean that he is the same in public.

And in front of so many insects, the flight attendant must have come over, smiled in front of everyone, and said, "Sir, are you going to the lounge? Okay, this way."

Then, like a duck, he stepped onto the grill at the hint of a wink from the crowd.

Look, he's going to be spoiled.

Hey, isn't it just that the heroic master chose to serve the bed, so he needs to be shy.

Just thinking about it makes Sardin feel ashamed and angry.

He can't afford to be ashamed of taking out that little thing on the bed and talking about it in front of others.

Looking at the virtuous and extremely calm hero next to him, Sardin dared not speak.

I had no choice but to ignore the tenderness and heat on my body, buried my face in the blanket, and pretended that nothing had happened.

However, the blush on his face, from his cheeks to the base of his ears, to the back of his neck, betrayed him.

The third game, lose without a fight!

As an author, can't you still have the weakness of your own protagonist?

Song Bai thought indifferently as he rubbed his shoulders that were sore from typing for a long time.