Raising children to prevent aging [Future Interstellar ABO]

Because he felt a little guilty, Cyril wanted to buy something for his father on the virtual network, but after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out what his father lacked.Stop and go all the way, when passing by a store, I was attracted by the cups placed in the window.

The design of the cup is not luxurious, it is cold and moonlight white, and its texture is like porcelain. After Cyril came to Boyana, he knew that there was no porcelain here, so when he got closer, he found that the cup was actually made of alloy, but he didn’t know how to use it. What method handles this.

The body of the cup was blank. When Cyril walked in and asked, he learned that he could design his own pattern and print it on it. His painting is also useless, so he can only choose from tens of millions of alternative patterns, and then transform it to become an exclusive one. pattern.

Finally, with the help of painting software, the design pattern was successfully determined: a Samuume standing proudly in the snow, and two people standing underneath, one tall and one short, both wearing ancient costumes, with long black hair, and their appearance was similar to that of Mu Ze. He came by himself and made a three-point similarity.

Looking at the mock-up of the formed cup, Cyril was very satisfied.After writing the delivery address and paying, Cyril looked at the time, it was almost noon, and he wondered if he would go home for dinner.

After logging off the virtual network, Cyril walked to the kitchen and started tossing about the dishes in the freezer.

So when Muze managed to squeeze out time to go home and cook for Cyril, he saw that the table was showing...ordinary meals.Looking up again, I saw Cyril wearing a blue apron and coming out of the kitchen with dishes.

Because the temperature in the house is constant in all seasons, Cyril only wore a white home clothes, the thin material was a little see through, his hair was a little long, and it fell softly on his forehead, and his amber eyes saw Mu Ze It lit up: "Daddy, you're back."

Mu Ze's eyes dimmed imperceptibly, he took off his coat, hung it on the hanger, changed his shoes and walked in: "Well, why did you cook by yourself today?"

"Because I think Daddy's work is very hard, and it would be too tiring to go home and cook. I have cooking classes at school, so it's not a problem to make a la carte." Cyril smiled very brightly, just how do you look at it? Why is there some flattering taste.

Muze sat on the chair that Cyril had pulled out, and didn't expose it, just said: "That's right, it's much better than before."

"That's right, I think so too." Xiril's confidence suddenly increased, "I will definitely be able to cook better dishes in the future."

"Well, the kitchen will be handed over to you from now on." Mu Ze followed his words, there was no joke on his handsome face.

"Uh..." Cyril was stunned, he was just talking, Daddy, you don't have to be so serious.

But today he was really guilty, so Cyril could only bite the bullet and agree, praying quietly in his heart that his father would forget about it.

It was only in the next day and a half that Cyril fully felt his father's seriousness.

Cyril felt very entangled, it was a blasphemy for his father to eat such a humble meal!But he never said that he did not do well, which made Cyril both moved and guilty, wishing he could conjure up a table full of Chinese people.

This also made him determined to hone his cooking skills in the future.

The cup ordered online was delivered the next day, and Muze felt a little itchy with Cyril's inviting expression. After taking it to the military headquarters, he put it in a conspicuous position, and refused Huaiwen to pour water for him. Come in person.

And after the weekend, Cyril also returned to the academy, and Mu Ze had no time to send him off. He wanted to arrange for his soldiers to send him off, but Cyril refused.

Before leaving, Mu Ze told him that the exchange students would be announced in the near future, and told Cyril not to show any intentions.

Cyril nodded, indicating that he understood.

Helleron Imperial College is still the same as before. Alpha is busy pursuing omega, and beta has to learn many courses every day. After Cyril told Tony that he bought a machine that can make potions, he immediately received a warm hug: " Cyril, I knew you could do it, thank you so much."

Just when Cyril wanted to hold back, Tony said enviously, "Master General really spoils you so much, I envy you for having such a father."

So those reserved boastings were swallowed back by Cyril, and he nodded face-saving: "Oh, yes, my dad is of course the best."

"I will definitely repay you." Tony looked at Cyril firmly. "This is my promise. Whatever you ask me to do in the future, as long as it does not violate the morality of the empire, I will try my best to do it."

Cyril said with a smile: "It's a small matter, don't be so serious."

After that, Cyril asked Tony for the delivery address, and went to the virtual network to pay the rest of the money.

On Wednesday afternoon, Mr. DeWitt came to the class meeting and announced the news of the exchange students. He held a piece of paper and read it without emotion: "Emps Empire envoys will come to Helelen for a friendly visit, and Because I want to understand the culture of Helelen, I want to establish a cooperative relationship with Helelen Imperial College. Both sides will select outstanding exchange students for a two-year exchange study. If you are interested, you can come to me to sign up, only omega."

After the last sentence was finished, the class began to discuss immediately, with several clear questions mixed in the buzzing voice: "Why only omega? Will they also send omega?" "What about next year? The alpha of the Sri Lankan Empire..." No one said the following words.

Cyril lowered his head. He knew the news a long time ago, but when he heard Mr. DeWitt read out, he still felt heartbroken. He would be beaten if he fell behind. Boyana, as a colony, had no right to say no .

Tony reached out and poked Cyril, and asked in a low voice, "Cyril, are you going?"

"Me? Of course I won't go, I can't bear to leave my dad."

Tony nodded: "I'm not going either. No one knows what Epps looks like, and I always feel that there is some conspiracy. If I go, it's still unknown whether I can come back."

Cyril was a little surprised. He didn't expect Tony to be so keen, and he could see something was wrong all of a sudden. No wonder there were so many ideas in his mind, and he even wanted to invent an inhibitor "in a whimsical way".

"Quiet." Teacher DeWitt clapped his hands and said, "Is anyone signing up now?"

The omegas were sitting upright, hearing the words, but no one spoke.

DeWitt seemed to heave a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a handsome omega raise his hand: "Teacher, I want to go, but I want to discuss it with my father."

Cyril did not expect that anyone would be willing to go.The person who raised his hand was Hua Xi, who was usually a taciturn person, and Cyril hardly noticed his existence.

Teacher Devitt said with some concern: "Hua Xi, you should know that next year is a very critical year. If you go to the Eps Empire, no one can predict what will happen. Even so, do you want to go?"

Hua Xi was a little nervous, but still nodded and said, "I want to go."

DeWitt had no choice but to say: "Then I will register first, and then come to me to confirm after you discuss with your father. Anyone else want to go?"

This time, no one answered.

"Tonight and tomorrow, you can discuss it with your family, or you can go home, and you can sign up with me on Friday at the latest. Today's class meeting will end here."

After Mr. DeWitt left, the classroom started to be noisy again. Everyone looked at Hua Xi curiously, and those who had good friends with him directly asked him why he wanted to go, but Hua Xi clenched his fists and refused to say anything.

Hua Xi was just the beginning. Next, when people in the entire empire knew about it, their reactions were really different.

Some nobles even signed up to go voluntarily, which Cyril did not expect.

Cyril asked Muze the reason, and Muze explained to him: "After all, Epps is an advanced civilization, and the climate there is pleasant, very suitable for living. And walking merchants buy and sell commodities from various planets. Epps's things have always been It is very popular. But Boyana is not. Therefore, it is understandable that they want to live in Epps through marriage."

"But Boya is our home." Cyril was very puzzled, "How can they guarantee that going to Epps will definitely lead to a better life?"

"That's their business." Mu Ze sneered, as if he was hiding something, but he didn't say it, then ended the topic, and said to Cyril in a comforting manner, "Okay, don't think too much, this Don’t run around for a few days, people from Epps will come next Monday, I’m not by your side, take care to protect yourself.”

Cyril nodded: "Daddy also takes care of himself."

"Well, I still have something to do, goodbye, Cyril."

"Goodbye, Daddy."

Turning off the communicator, Cyril rubbed his forehead, still not understanding, Boya is the colony of Epps, if they go there, their status must not be too high, what are they planning?