This is definitely not rebirth

With a tragic mood, the lunch box walked into the kindergarten attached to the military academy step by step, and Yan, who was standing outside the door, watched him being picked up by the teacher before turning back to the college area to write a review.

Because of the lunch box, he had to write a self-criticism in addition to the downgrade and fifty military whips, but the self-criticism was not difficult. Yan already had a plan in mind and could write a 1TB self-criticism.

After Yan left, the lunch box followed the kindergarten teacher who looked very popular and obviously half-human into the class. There were nearly 50 students in a class, some of them were of mixed race, some were very ugly, and some were very beautiful.

"Now let our new classmates introduce themselves." The teacher encouraged the mixed-race freshmen with a gentle and harmless smile on his round face. Yes, it should be very popular too.

The lunch box looked around the little Maotou in the room, the figure in his heart was snarling in the wind and facing the sea, the upper body of the leader, but there was a shy and cute smile on his face: "Hello everyone, I am Fan He." Then he lowered his face, as if he had exhausted himself. All courage.

Sure enough, Daai's round-faced teacher couldn't bear to embarrass the child: "Okay, you can go down, you are seat 54, go and sit."

The lunch box was arranged next to a half-human and a rainbow star, and the colorful little girl grinned at him, her colorful teeth almost blinding his dog's eyes.

The lunch box silently turned on the optical brain on the small table, and was immediately dumbfounded...Is this the legendary elite education?right?

Kindergarten tutorials are mostly about literacy, but due to the advancement of science and technology and the optimization of human DNA, not only the life expectancy of human beings has improved, but also the IQ has increased a lot. Kindergarten courses are a headache for the lunch box. In addition to literacy and pronunciation, there are a lot of balabala in mathematics, music and painting. In the middle of the full schedule, the lunch box also saw the introduction of qualified soldiers <obedience>.

Can it be said that it is indeed a kindergarten attached to the military?Sure enough, fighters should start from dolls?

It is said that Lunchbox didn’t go to school for a few days in his previous life. He learned Braille by playing around, at least he didn’t become illiterate, and then he was able to fight hard, so let him sit obediently in class for a whole day. On the scalp, literacy on the scalp, math COS walking dead, painting Zzzz... all the next lessons Zzzz...

Then the lunch box was detained and criticized on the first day of school. When Yan returned home after finishing the course, he looked at the study log of his little fiancé. The guy with a handsome face cursed inwardly: facial paralysis or something is too abominable, how can uncle escape this catastrophe?Will he be punished without food today?

Yan's tone was the same as his expression, calm: "What explanation do you have?"

"...I can't learn it." The lunch box said bluntly, and stopped in time before making the signature movement of picking his nose. He remembered a weakness of this paralyzed face, so he blinked his big eyes to make them look more moist and pitiful : "I haven't learned those things before."

In fact, he was born in the era when the war was in full swing, and it was already remarkable that he could be literate.

Yan, however, understood in another direction. He remembered that the child was rescued from a forbidden laboratory. Even the gene was unknown. All genetic instruments were useless to the child. Now there is no way to confirm the child's IQ level, and even the child's relatives cannot be found. ...Although the IQ of aliens is generally not low, maybe this is an exception, and maybe the other half of the alien gene has a lower IQ. He has heard of a humanoid alien race that is warlike but has an extremely low IQ.

"Do you... still remember your parents?" Yan asked in a deep voice.

"They're all dead." Lunchbox said casually, his father died on the battlefield, his mother, Fan Tong, Fan Tuan, Fan Bao, Fan Wan, Fan Gang and other brothers should have died N+ years ago, right?

Yan touched the child's head, curly brown hair wrapped around his fingers, his movements were gentle and friendly, and a gentleness that was not easy to find flashed in Yan's cold eyes: "Then do you still remember your hometown?"

"...I can't go back." The space station from N+ years ago should be abolished, right?

"Well, in the future...you try your best." Yan touched the child's head again, put down the bag in his hand, which contained fresh milk and fresh ingredients, Yan took off his military jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves and put on an apron: " I'll cook for you."

The lunch box was stunned, and I didn't believe that it was so easy to pass the test. When he was skinned before, his mother had to peel off a layer of his skin. Is it really the difference between husband and wife and mother and child?After the lunch box was surprised, he was secretly happy, and ran to the optical brain to do his homework with short legs. Except for literacy and linguistics, he could do whatever he wanted.

Fan He tried his best to follow the shadow projected by the light brain on the table, and there was a violent movement in the kitchen, and then a suspicious smell filled the whole room, the light screen of the main computer flashed red, and the alarm sounded.

【Danger!Danger!All biochemical experiments are strictly prohibited in the marriage dormitory, and the closed cleanup will be activated after counting down to tens of seconds. 】The corner of the lunch box's lips twitched violently. He watched Yan's slender figure flying neatly into the air, and quickly flipped out of the open kitchen. The fur shoes had just stuck to the ground and made a tart sound. Put on the light screen that sounded the alarm, operate with long fingers quickly, and the alarm will be canceled within ten seconds.

Yan turned around and met the child's green eyes, which were a circle larger than usual, and a look of embarrassment flashed across the different-colored pupils: "I...mother did this."

The lunch box pressed the corners of his lips that were about to cramp, and his tender and crisp voice carried the innocence of a child, but what he said was authentic: "So she often responds to the alarm like this?"

After a moment of silence, Yan nodded.

lunch box:"……"

After a long silence, the lunch box walked into the kitchen on its short legs, dragged a box under its feet, and climbed up.I saw a small head appearing in front of the counter, seriously inspecting the ingredients in front of me, throwing away the ruined pot, and lifting the lunch box with the watch-shaped personal computer that was assigned after registering today to call up the recipe Lai: "You read it out, I will operate it."

"...Today, I will take nutritional supplements first, and tomorrow I will buy a cooking machine." Yan did not believe that a three-year-old child could finish this meal.

"Let me try, brother."

Yan Lanjin's different-colored eyes stared at the lunch box, not quite sure whether to let the child try it at the risk of dealing with the alarm again, but his vacillating heart met Xiao Baozi's soft and sticky word 'brother' immediately, defeated.He strolled to the back of his little fiancé and began to read the recipes. The child carefully cooked the pre-cut ingredients in the pot with seasonings. Four or ten minutes later, a fairly normal dish and soup were served on the table.

For the two who often can't eat delicious food, this taste is so touching that it can make people cry. The small intestines and stomachs in the lunch box also ate a bowl and a half of rice, and Yan calmly disposed of the rest of the food.

Putting the tableware on the dishwasher, Yan secretly considered whether to buy a housekeeping robot, but when he saw the child rubbing his belly, his proposal was crossed.

Yan held the child on his knees, covered the round belly with his palms and rubbed it gently, the child sighed comfortably, even the brown curly hair was curled in a different direction.

"Have you done your homework? Let me see." Yan's deep voice broke the silence.

The lunch box raised his face, staring at his fiancé with teary eyes: "Can we do it tomorrow?"

"No."

Then it was Spartan homework time. Lunchbox played a piercing tune with tears in his eyes, drew a bunch of abstract paintings with unclear meaning, did arithmetic, and read the article once.Afterwards, the child's fleshy face was sunken, and he lay in the sleeping compartment filled with pink dolls at some point, resentful in his heart: I must grow up quickly, I must graduate quickly, I must... grow up to Two meters high, bully back.

On the second day, under the teacher’s sympathetic smile towards the children with low IQ, the lunch box continued to sleep through most of the classes, and then drove home with the car as soon as school was over. There were many students living in the marriage dormitory like him. But most of them are pure half-humans, not too close to him, a half-breed, and the lunch boxes are lined up behind everyone waiting to brush their watches and go home.

Looking at the time, it's still early, and I can't help thinking of a visit to the military academy. After all, he didn't feel the blue sky and white clouds well. He was born in the war years, but he was a poor person who couldn't set foot on his home planet from birth to death, okay? It's easy to come back to life, now a great opportunity is in front of you, how can you not enjoy it.

So the lunch box twisted its buttocks, and the panda hood on its back shook with the footsteps of the little master. The child left the dormitory area and walked towards the campus area.

Although the child has short legs, the lunch box fully understands the metamorphosis of the DNA of aliens and aliens. Can a three-year-old child run 500 meters without breathing? At this moment, it really happened to the lunch box. He finally felt It is not a dream to grow to be two meters high. Sooner or later, he will look down on the comrades who always let him sit on the arms of the meal ticket.

In fact, today's military academy theoretical study is in the classroom, and the actual combat training is also indoors. The lunch box walked all the way, except for buildings and some older military students, there was no half of the training ground.

"I said small lunch box, what are you doing here?"

A familiar voice sounded, and the lunch box was picked up by the panda's hood, facing an acquaintance's face.

The lunch box showed an innocent smile, and greeted with a clear and absolutely loud voice: "Brother Chrysanthemum, hello."

People walking around cast their eyes on Chrysanthemum one after another. I have to say that Chrysanthemum's parents named their sons a bit of a joke.

Chrysanthemum's face, which was glued to Junxiu's side, suddenly became colorful, and he knew in his heart that this nose-picking child was cute on the outside, but he was definitely a devil inside. He let go of his hand, and the child landed steadily, and his neat movements seemed to be a little bit different. like three years old.

"Damn brat, looking for a fight?"

The lunch box showed a mouthful of white teeth with a smile, and his tone was innocent and ignorant: "Brother, is it really okay to hit a child? I will cry very loudly."

Chrysanthemum's forehead burst into blue veins, and the back molars were grinding and creaking. In the end, he could only rub the child's head hard, but before he touched it, his hand was slapped away by the brown hair in disgust. He was immediately dumbfounded: " Your hair is too amazing."

"..." Lunch box really doesn't want to talk about it, in fact, he can't control the hair at all, they seem to do whatever they like, and they don't even need to be combed, which is really convenient.

"Hey, kid, this is the high school district, what are you doing here? Go, go back to the kindergarten and play with sand."

The lunch box raised its leg and hit the chrysanthemum's shin. It was a bit more refreshing to see this bitch covering his calf and beeping: "I want to find Yan, take me there."

Chrysanthemum covered her still-paining calf, and looked at the lunch box with deep meaning after hearing this: "Do you really want to see it?"

"Yeah." Lunchbox looked at Chrysanthemum suspiciously: "What are you doing? You don't want to take me to a room to be violent, I will give you a chance to install a prosthetic limb." After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows and looked at someone's stomach parts.

Chrysanthemum was so painfully watched by the three-year-old child, she couldn't help muttering: "I don't know what Yan likes you, so I must take your trouble, go, this way."