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Seemingly feeling the panic of the person in his arms, Wu Ye felt a little apologetic. The last time it was because we hadn't seen each other for a long time, it was not intentional to make people so miserable.

Xiao Biesheng is newly married. I wonder if there is such a saying on this planet.

Although Wu Ye didn't know what his daughter-in-law looked like this time, it didn't stop him from gently kissing the mysterious man's face...

Judging from the facial features that I have explored, it is not difficult to see where to go when combined.

Besides, Wu Ye doesn't think appearance can affect the relationship between them.

It doesn't matter even if the mysterious person is not very good-looking when the time comes.

"It scares you." Finally, after finishing it once, Wu Ye kissed the mysterious man's sweaty forehead and said, "Go to sleep, let you have a good rest tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the mysterious person froze.

what happened?

Don't believe he did it once tonight?

"I didn't lie to you, I meant the truth." Wu Ye kissed him again, and lay down next to him.

In other words, it seemed that it was the first time they lay awake together like this.

Although they still don't know each other's names, but the hidden feeling is so obvious that Wu Ye firmly believes that the mysterious person is his lover.

"Are you leaving at dawn?" Wu Ye held the slender hand beside him, ready to clasp it together.

Because he couldn't see, when the other party was silent, he could only hear a shallow breath.

The hand in the palm was pulled out, as if unwilling to shake hands with him.

Wu Ye chuckled, and didn't give up. He was pulled away three times, and he firmly grasped it the fourth time.

"I didn't hold your hand because I was lonely." Wu Ye said with a smile: "In your eyes, I may be an inferior person without human rights, but I also have my own persistence."

Quiet around, maybe don't care about the words of an inferior person at all.

Wu Ye didn't care, and continued to talk to himself: "For example, if it wasn't for you, I would probably refuse to do so. Of course, I have only touched your body, temperature, and breath so far, but I like them all. .”

After being an old couple for so many years, these sweet words are no longer difficult problems for Wu Ye.

Because he knows that a sweet word may make his lover happy for a long time.

In this case, why not say it?

The mysterious person is bound by his identity, and he can't communicate with himself with his current identity openly. Of course, Wu Ye knows how difficult the road ahead is.

So cherish the short time very much.

Every time the other party comes, I can't wait to stick together.

If the other party falls in love with an inferior person, the torment in his heart must not be small. Wu Ye thinks about it, and the more he thinks about it, the more he feels sorry for the high-ranking lover.

The other party lay down with him for a while, got up and got dressed.

Sensing that he was about to leave, Wu Ye also sat up: "Are you hungry? Stay a little longer, I'll make you a bowl of noodles before leaving."

After saying that, he took off the blindfold and went straight out of the bedroom without looking back.

After the noodles are ready, bring them to the living room.

Wu Ye knocked on the bedroom door: "The face is on the table, I'm going to take a shower, you can go back after eating, be careful on the road."

After Wu Ye finished speaking, he went to the bathroom.

At this time, Heller was fully dressed and looked sharply at the blindfold that had been taken off. He knew that the inferior people outside the door were testing his bottom line.

The young monarch with an ugly face walked out of the bedroom, only after making sure that there was no one in the living room.

Sure enough, there was a bowl of noodles on the table, which was crude food, and he was ashamed to let him sacrifice his precious time to wait.

While eating noodles, Heller thought to himself, if the inferior people dare to come out to disturb, he will let the inferior people know how to write when enough is enough.

After eating the mediocre noodles, His Majesty looked at the dim sum that I waited for someone to painstakingly make for him. He could only say that it was very ordinary, and the appearance was just that.

Pick it up and look at it casually, put it in your pocket.

The progress of the statue is too slow. It took so long to carve a head. It is worthy of being an inferior person. I guess I have never invited a good teacher to teach it.

At one or two o'clock in the morning, His Majesty the Sovereign finished eating and drinking, brought a small gift, and went home with a full belch.

This is a perfect date.

Except that the blindfold is a little in the way, and it covers the eyes of the inferior people darkly. Although the eyes of the inferior people are also dark and ordinary, they are better than the blindfolds.

After a night of recuperating, His Majesty was in good spirits the next day.

There are piles of government affairs waiting to be dealt with, and that low-ranking person is just a tonic in life, it is enough to relax occasionally, and there is no need to think about it every day, His Majesty thought to himself.

"Internal affairs, in my name, I need another communicator, the one that can only be connected to my communicator." Heller thought about it, and ordered his internal affairs officer.

"Your Majesty, you mean, the mother-child communicator?"

"Ah."

The internal affairs officer scratched his head. This kind of mother-to-child communicator is generally used for parents and children.

The parent communicator can restrict the child communicator at any time.

Could it be that His Majesty is implying that he is going to have a child soon?

The internal affairs officer, who didn't know the truth, excitedly took the order to complete the task.

The sub-communicator was quickly delivered to Heller. He set it up rigorously all afternoon and set many restrictions. For example, when the other party consults sensitive things and words, it will be automatically locked.

"Your Majesty, would you like afternoon tea?"

His Majesty stayed in the study all afternoon, diligent in political affairs, which made people feel distressed, and the internal affairs officer came to inquire at the risk of disturbing him.

Speaking of this, Heller ordered with a blank face: "Make a pot of black tea, and, go to the bedside of my bedroom and bring me that box of exquisite snacks."

The internal affairs officer was a little confused. When did His Majesty enter the bedroom for refreshments?

How they don't know.

"Forget it, I'll get it myself." Heller got up, afraid that these people would be clumsy and break the box of crispy snacks.

The internal affairs officer was terrified, did His Majesty not trust them even in such a trivial matter?

While His Majesty was enjoying afternoon tea, the internal affairs officer took a sneak peek at how rare the box of exquisite snacks His Majesty was talking about.

At first glance, it appears to be just an ordinary cookie.

It's burgundy, sprinkled with some sliced ​​almonds, and looks very fluffy.

The problem is that they didn't bake this kind of dessert in their court.

So this box of dim sum should be something outside the palace.

Watching His Majesty eating, the internal affairs officer swallowed involuntarily, and then, he seemed to hear His Majesty's mouth chatting more happily...

It must be an illusion!

"Is it difficult to learn something like baking?" Heller asked while drinking tea after eating snacks.

The internal affairs officer nodded: "It's hard to learn, but it's not easy to make delicious food."

Heller nodded in satisfaction, and asked after a while, "Where's the sculpture?"

The internal affairs officer was surprised and said: "This is an art that requires talent. It should be difficult to be able to achieve something in sculpture."

"You mean to say that a man who can sculpt is an artist?"

The housekeeper nodded: "Yes."

Heller crossed her legs and chatted with the housekeeper: "Are you married?"

After getting the answer, His Majesty smiled: "What are the advantages of your wife?"

Although he didn't know why His Majesty was inquiring about his wife, the internal affairs officer still answered truthfully: "He is virtuous and generous, knowledgeable and reasonable, and he is a considerate and considerate partner."

"Oh, books." Heller asked: "Will your wife be fascinated by reading books and read them for two or three hours? And write a long review after reading it?"

The internal affairs officer shook his head: "That's not possible."

"Then... after making out with you, will I wake up late at night and make you noodles?"

"Ah." The internal affairs officer shook his head: "There is no such treatment."

Heller groaned suspiciously, and asked with a smile, "Are you sure, your wife loves you?"

Internal affairs officer: "..."

His Majesty patted the silent subordinates and asked them to go down to have afternoon tea. After all, no one cares at home. As a boss, he can't be harsh on him at work.

That was too cruel.

Wu Ye stayed at home for two days and received a package.

Inside is a ring-shaped communicator without encryption settings. After he got it, he set the encryption himself.

But he would not naively think that this communicator belonged to him alone.

Sure enough, when I opened the address book, there was only one contact in it.

Remarks are... red wine cookies.

Wu Ye almost didn't laugh, but he didn't plan to change it, because this nickname, which is sweet in its sullenness, is actually quite suitable for the mysterious person, isn't it?

——Hello, I received the communicator. It looks great. The red wine cookies are so sweet. I want to know what is the note you gave me?

His Majesty, who was far away in the palace, glanced at the message he was waiting for someone to send back.

Notes for sub-communicators?

Why tell this scumbag?

The other party didn't reply, Wu Ye sent another message: My name is Ye.

There is no translator for Wu on this planet, so Wu Ye omitted his surname.

Strange name, night?

The night is dark, but Heller's impression of Wu Ye is just the opposite.

Wu Ye: Are you sure you want to ignore me?Even a punctuation mark is fine.

Wine Cookies:  …

Wu Ye: It seems that you are in a good mood, so I am relieved and look forward to meeting you next time.

He just got a communicator, and there are many things he can do besides chatting. Wu Ye reads information on the Internet and absorbs the knowledge of this world like a sponge.

Sigh, a person from Earth suddenly came to this super-technological planet, only to feel that his IQ is not enough.

Of course it doesn't mean that the citizens here are smarter than those on Earth.

It can only be said that the growing environment is different.

The citizens of the ultra-technological planet have lived in this environment since childhood, and many things have been subtly influenced and become ordinary things in their cognition.

But for the people on earth, it is unimaginable.

A process of adaptation is required.

For example, the existence of the interstellar black population is equivalent to slaves. In this universe with many regimes and complex races, it is really a terrible problem that cannot be solved.

Because planets and planets are not equal.

People from lower planets are not human at all.

Let's put it this way, the law of the jungle, the law of the jungle, the whole universe does not believe in the saying that peace is the most important thing.

Talking about morality and human rights in such an environment is probably not enough.

These Zeratul's speeches on the Internet are full of contempt for aliens.

All in all, they have a sense of superiority.

Just as arrogant and conceited as their Majesty Heller, full of mysterious sense of superiority.

From the standpoint of aliens, Wu Ye really can't understand the superiority of these people who don't regard aliens as human beings.

But what can he do as an 'inferior' who doesn't even have an identity, being a keyboard warrior can't solve any problems.

Maybe cultural export, though.

Don't they think talking about humanity with aliens is bullshit?

Wu Ye thought, then I, a human on earth, will do the opposite and write a novel about humanitarianism.

Before writing, Wu Ye thought for a long time.

I come from an era without aliens, and I have no way to have a personal experience of this era, so will the things I write carry a lot of prejudice?

But no matter what, it's wrong to have slaves.

Wu Ye still decided to write.

There is no reflection without collision of ideas.

Before publishing the article, he checked the relevant responsibilities on the Internet.

Speech is still relatively free.

The topic of interstellar black population is not sensitive, nor is it a part of people's attention.

The platform on which Wu Ye publishes articles is the social platform with the largest traffic in the entire empire, and Wu Ye uses it as Weibo.

The account is newly registered, so I am too lazy to think of a name, so I just call it Midnight.

After living for so many years, Wu Ye has read countless books, and he can no longer remember how many books he has read.

Even if he didn't have the talent for writing at the beginning, after reading so many books, if he wants to express what he wants to say, he still can't choose words and sentences at his fingertips.

Writing it in a didactic way is definitely not okay, no one wants to read this, it's not interesting.

Wu Ye wrote a comedy novel, which is easy to read and easy to read. It seems humorous and nonsensical, but in fact, every plot arrangement has a purpose.

Every day has to be squeezed out for writing, and even less time for plaster carving.

Heller came back twice and found that the progress of his statue was slow, and it took two weeks to carve one arm.

What have you been doing lately?Of course he knew, because he was chasing the text.

Half a month ago, Heller clicked on the article that no one had read, and gave an encouraging thumbs up after reading it.

Not everyone can be a writer. Can this inferior person have a little self-knowledge?

When the time comes, you will be hit, but don't be sad.

In order not to make the comment area of ​​the inferior people too deserted, His Majesty applied for a batch of trumpets to warm up the opponent.

Of course, the comments he left were perfunctory.

It has a strong navy flavor.

If it wasn't for Wu Ye's belief that he didn't sleepwalk in the middle of the night to buy a sailor, he really thought he bought it.

Wu Ye didn't want to get too close to readers at first, but he was moved by the perseverance of these sailors.

On this night half a month later, he replied a meme to those familiar faces who had been there from the beginning to the end.

The strange thing is that these people disappeared on the second day after the reply, and I can't see it every time I update?

At this time, there were already a lot of comments under the article. After some fans actively forwarded and recommended it, the number of people who read the article increased every day.

What is even more gratifying is that a good publishing house even sent a private message expressing that it would publish this book.

Publishing is Wu Ye's small goal, and he agreed.

After talking with the publishing house, he sent a special post about the news to tell all readers.

That night, Heller was busy until late at night before finishing work. She was about to go to bed, but remembered that there was nothing to do today.

So I opened my eyes and opened the Internet again, and what caught my eyes was the good news announced by the inferior person, and the book of the other party was about to be published.

It is a serious publishing house.

Heller sneered, there is no identity certificate, let's see how the other party signs the contract.

Too hungry to sleep, His Majesty got up and asked someone to cook noodles for him to eat. At the same time, he looked through the contact record between the inferior and the publishing house.

We only talked about the issue of the book and the issue of the author's remuneration, but we haven't started talking about when the contract will be signed.

This remuneration is too low, right?

The next morning, several confidants entered the palace specially, had breakfast with Heller, and discussed matters by the way.

Heller suddenly asked them, "What's the current situation with writers' compensation?"

Several courtiers looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally one of the courtiers with relevant experience told him the difference between the general author's remuneration and the remuneration of less famous or more famous writers.

Heller compared the amount he saw last night, pursed his lips and had nothing to say.

The amount given by the publisher is not bad.

The manuscript fee for the little garbage is not that much.

No, no, how much is a writer's writing worth? How can fame be used to measure it?

An artist's stuff should be priceless.

After the negotiation, the publishing house wanted to go through the contract, so naturally they had to ask Wu Ye for identification.

Only then did Wu Ye realize that he was not worthy.

But he was unwilling to give up so easily.

In the evening, the mysterious man came to the door again and even brought him some food. It should be good stuff, but he couldn't buy it online.

Of course, the palace secret system.

Wu Ye didn't wear a blindfold, and ate alone in the living room. The mysterious man was in the bedroom, and went to rest after eating the noodles he cooked.

However, according to the urine nature of the other party, I will not be able to lie down for a long time, and I must leave before 2:30.

"..." Suddenly, Wu Ye's heart skipped a beat, and the roasted chicken legs fell out of his mouth.

This kind of pie, it can't be that there is a wife at home, right?

He cursed a dirty word in his heart, then quickly wiped his mouth, washed up, and went in to collect news.

Slowly touching the side of the mysterious person, Wu Ye kissed him: "Does it still smell like roast chicken?"

The mysterious man pushed him.

"Do you still have a home outside?" Wu Ye said seriously, afraid that he might not understand, and explained specially: "I'm asking if you are married?"

The other party said nothing.

Wu Ye said: "If you are already married and have a wife and children, then I will not associate with you." He sat next to the other party, although he knew that this should be impossible, this guy is betting on his own life.

Playing a full set, Wu Ye said very seriously: "I'm not a boy who destroys other people's families. If you have someone else, don't come to me. Although I'm just an inferior person in your eyes, I said, I am also a man of principle, of course, I know I have no choice but to die to stick to myself."

In order to let the mysterious person realize his determination, Wu Ye bought a suicide artifact and sleeping pills online on the second day.

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