After raising the only male insect in the whole interstellar

"Why do you keep following us?" Anzai quickened his pace unhappily.

Mokedes didn't care about his indifferent attitude at all, and leaned forward affectionately: "Xiao Zai has grown taller recently, and he's as tall as An Wan, tsk tsk, I wouldn't be able to tell the two of you apart now if it wasn't for your hairstyle. Come out who is who."

An Wan stared at him indiscriminately, and used her mental strength to form words in the air: Don't hit my cub's attention!

Mokedes' eyeballs that were originally glowing with color suddenly turned dark, pretending that he didn't see anything, and wanted to grab Anzai's shoulder while avoiding Anwan's obstruction.

Anzai didn't know anything about the turbulence between them, but he didn't like dealing with other human beings—if it wasn't for deceiving Ayisha that "Anwan is not a special case", he wouldn't even want to get in touch with An Bubble .

Anzai hurriedly dodged, suddenly stopped still with an oops, his eyes were tightly closed and his whole face wrinkled into a ball.

An Wan was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward: "What's wrong?"

"There's sand in the eyes," Anzai said, rubbing his eyes, but he couldn't get it out.

His eyes were red and he looked at the breeder aggrievedly, his beautiful blue eyes were bloodshot: "It hurts... I can't see clearly, woo breeder, am I going blind?"

An Wan stretched out her hand to open his eyelids, both funny and distressed: "It's just sand, how could you be blind? Don't rub it, I'll show you."

An Zai obediently stood still, tears rolled in his eyes, his vision was blurred and he couldn't see anything clearly.After touching it for about two seconds, a cool mint-flavored airflow suddenly blows into my eyes, and the pain of something stuck is slightly relieved.

He blinked, blinked away a few drops of physiological tears, and finally his vision gradually became clear.

After focusing, I opened my eyes and saw two rosy lips occupying the field of vision. The pink lips are like ripe peaches at the end of August, plump and soft, making people want to bite.

Anzai couldn't help breathing shortly, and his Adam's apple subconsciously rolled twice.

...want to eat.

Eat what you want!

An Zai followed his heart, and in the next second he moved forward foolishly.

The distance between the two was not far away, and their heights were even closer, so they almost kissed each other.

Wan An was so startled that she tilted her neck back, narrowly avoiding embarrassing things from happening.He thought that Anzai was not standing still, so he took two steps back and reached out to support him: "What's wrong? Can't you see clearly, or are you dizzy?"

"No," An Zai stared reluctantly at the breeder who was leaving, and pointed out, "I want to eat peaches."

"Hey, that's it. Let's go ~ I'll take you to eat." An Wan said.

Mokedes always felt that the way the brothers got along was weird, but he couldn't tell for a while.He regained his composure, and after "seeing" the evidence of Ayisha nearby in the air, he continued to act—pretending to have a good relationship with Brother An.

"I want to eat too, let's go together."

"No money, goodbye."

"A good friend is a good friend for a lifetime!"

"Ha ha."

"Do you still want me to take you to practice driving?"

"Tsk, you're so stingy."

When Young Master Mo had gone far away, An Zai asked him suspiciously, "Practice?"

An Wan nodded calmly: "Yeah, I'm planning to take a part-time job driving a school bus, and I get an F-grade energy stone a day. Your father is short of money, you know?"

Anzai's eyes dimmed: "Are we short of money?"

"Children don't have to worry about living expenses." An Wan rubbed his curly blond hair, and couldn't help feeling, "You're growing up too fast, you're already as tall as me after only a few months at school."

Anzai asked stubbornly, "Are you short of money?"

An Wan smiled sullenly, deliberately teasing him: "Yeah - Zai Zai has to drink yogurt every morning, fruit salad at noon, cake tart in the afternoon, and two skewers of barbecue in the evening. This is not raised by a group of people. I can afford it, but haha~ Brother is in class three."

Anzai didn't laugh as expected, but lowered his head sullenly.

After walking through two intersections, there was still no sound.

An Wan poked the child's shoulder: "Really? Dad was joking with you."

"It's not Dad," Anzai said sullenly, "I'll go to the Go teacher and hand in my homework after class."

It's Go again.

This almost became an unspoken code word between the two of them. The smile on An Wan's face faded a little, she nodded and said, "Go, be careful, and bring you peaches when you go back to the dormitory tonight."

It was still early, and there were no elective classes in the afternoon. After seeing off Anzai, Anwan walked slowly to the gymnasium, sending messages to Mokedes while walking.

——Come out to practice driving. (Good night)

——? ? ?What time is it! (Justify me~)

- who are you. . . (Good night)

——Mokedes (No, I love you more)

——. . .Dare to ask, have you been hacked? (Good night)

—— My baby Xuan got angry and deleted me, I am adding her (believe me!![kiss][kiss])

——Do you want to practice driving? (I sent you a red envelope, add me to receive the red envelope)

— Excuse me [goodbye] (good night)

An Wan only felt that the cold dog food was being slapped on the face indiscriminately. He slammed the screen of his personal terminal, hating iron and steel: "Are AO's love affairs so naive now? The war is not over, the country is not settled, talk What kind of infidelity!"

After walking for a long time, he still felt that his face was a little hot, so he couldn't help but rubbed his face: "It's numb!"

Suddenly there was a faint smell of blood in the air.

An Wan's expression was slightly trembling, and her unrestrained thoughts were slightly withdrawn.Because the smell is familiar to him, but it's not exactly the same.

Different from the usual depressive and gloomy fishy smell, this bloody smell that comes with the wind has a charming sweet fragrance, like a bucket of paint splashed in muddy muddy water, smudged different colors, but it can make you You can tell that it is still that pond of muddy water.

An Wan looked around, but didn't see the conspicuous white hair.

"Little Diss?"

No one answered.

It seems that the kid is far away, since he can still emit pheromone at such a distance, there must be no accident.An Wan's heart tightened, and she hurried away after distinguishing the source of the bloody smell.

After rescuing the bullied little Omega in the grove a few months ago, An Wan has been in touch with him.This kid seems to have no family or friends at school. He is always a pitiful little one nesting in the corner, with a very low sense of existence, and he doesn't know who he came to Gemini with.

But Little Diss' bloodline should be extremely pure, otherwise even Beta wouldn't be able to smell his pheromones—yes, after many contacts, An Wan confirmed that the strong smell of blood when they first met was actually Little Diss's. The smell of pheromone, although the smell of this pheromone is very strange and even evil, but it can only be pheromone.

An Wan proposed to take the children to the Academic Affairs Office or meet Mokedes and the others. Whenever that happened, the little Diss would be extremely resistant. In the worst case, he broke away from An Wan's hand and disappeared for several weeks. appearing again.

Later, An Wan gradually discovered that Little Diss's identity may not be normal. His cognition and mind are all normal, but he refuses to contact people. Apart from the shadow of being bullied, there should be hidden secrets that he dare not be discovered.

An Wan personally channeled this white-haired boy's spiritual domain, in which the negative emotions of depression, unwillingness, anger, and jealousy surged like mud, and the self-consciousness buried under it struggled to breathe, until he was channeled several times with empathy. Learn to laugh and cry.

Poor child, when he sees An Wan, he will unconsciously think of himself in his previous life, and he will always have a little more pity and patience.

As for secrets?An Wan shrugged, and bluntly said that what he has been doing is positive guidance, even if Little Diss is a hidden anti-social personality patient, after a few months of his empathy counseling, half of it can be cured, Why not do it.

After walking for more than half an hour, as the smell of blood gradually stimulated the nostrils, the gate of the indoor gymnasium appeared in front of An Wan.

"Little Diss, are you there?"

An Wan pushed open the door. There were no students in class at the moment, and the gymnasium was in darkness. Daylight came in thinly through the high windows, and fine dust floated in the sunlight.

The inside of the hall is dark and unclear, and there are shadows under the tall basketball hoop. I don't know whether it is a backpack or a sandbag.The line of sight is limited here, An Wan closed her eyes and swept over there with her mental tentacles, and sure enough, she found the white-haired boy curled up on the ground behind the basketball hoop.

Under the probe of the mental tentacles, the fine details were revealed, and An Wan could even "see" the cold sweat slowly sliding down Little Diss' pale face, and the thin shirt was also stained dark, forming a pool of water stains on the floor.The boy trembled all over, curled up in the weakest and strongest posture, like a baby in the mother's womb, he frowned tightly, and groaned unconsciously in pain from his throat.

Unconscious indeed.

An Wan approached and yelled twice, but Hades closed his eyes tightly and did not respond, he was already in a coma.

He squatted down and stretched out his hand to touch it: "It's so hot...why is it so hot. Little Diss, wake up, can you hear me? I'll take you to the infirmary."

As An Wan said that, she was about to retract her palm, but unexpectedly, the white-haired boy who was in a coma suddenly grabbed his hand nimbly, rubbed it against his pale but hot cheek, and let out a comfortable sigh.

He opened his eyes ignorantly, his eyes were burning red, his somewhat dilated pupils suddenly shrank after he saw the person in front of him clearly, and then he closed his eyes with lightning speed.

An Wan: ...

"woke up?"

Hades' heart was beating wildly, enduring the sore throat like boiling water, and muttering hoarsely: "Uh...so dizzy. I want to sleep for a while..."

I can't open my eyes, if I can't control it anymore, I will restore my compound eyes soon!

Come on, let me stay by myself, as long as I can survive for a few more days - I just don't want you to know about this deformed and ugly body.

"Then how can it work, go, I'll take you to the infirmary."

Not only did the people around him not leave, but they even bent over and hugged themselves.With a high fever and powerless head leaning into his arms, Hades could only feel that his whole body was surrounded by the fresh and cool mint fragrance. The fragrance was like a handful of clear springs pouring into his boiling blood, calming his scorching breath.

Hades miraculously regained some strength, he didn't dare to open his eyes, and grabbed a piece of cloth casually: "No, don't go to the infirmary...I'm fine."

Go to the infirmary for a blood test and you'll know I'm a Zerg.

The boy's soft and waxy voice lacked the usual indifference and stubbornness, which made people feel distressed. An Wan patiently coaxed him: "Just go and have a quick check. You have a fever, so you need to go to the treatment cabin for a checkup."

What Hades was afraid of was the examination. He felt that An Wan was holding him and walking out of the gymnasium. He struggled and wanted to turn over: "I won't go! I won't go to the infirmary! I won't go for the examination!"

The child in his arms was struggling unexpectedly hard, and An Wan was almost about to be freed by him. After several struggles, he could only use a tactic of delaying the attack: "Don't go, but you have a fever, brother An Wan can't leave you here alone Do you know? I'll take you back to the dormitory first, okay?"

His... dormitory?

Hades' struggling movement was suddenly paused, and it took him a while to bury his face in the fabric, and agreed in a muffled voice.

"it is good."

Author has something to say: Hades: his dorm, his bed, his towels... (nosebleed)

Anzai: Wow!They all brought people home. If I don’t get mad today, you don’t even know how to write the word Zongdi!

An Wan: Oh, what is His Majesty going to do?

Anzai: Come here—give me my bed and my towels to that little turtle!Breeder, let me go.

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The foreshadowing is already obvious, and the little cutie who hasn't figured it out will read two more chapters.