Chapter 31 Jinjiang First Release I should meet you in the future, but I came...

The senior year courses are getting more and more intense.

I don’t know when it started, but the countdown to the college entrance examination appeared clearly on the blackboard. Even Deng Yuliang, who used to be absent-minded in class, started to take it seriously, not to mention the other students in the class.

More and more students stay in the classroom to read during breaks, fewer and fewer play and fight, and even go to the toilet by jogging.

In such a tense and pressing atmosphere, Li Zhuo, who used to be like a learning machine, relaxed and was no longer so tense.

He has changed from his previous closed state to being able to interact normally. He will not be overly flattering or obedient to anyone, but he will not be overly defensive or reject anyone either.

This relaxed state, coupled with high-quality sleep every night under Mo Liang's supervision, kept his brain focused during the day and his grades did not decline at all.

He also made some new friends who he enjoyed chatting with and found his true interests and hobbies.

Although for some reason, one of the girls he had been chatting with very well suddenly seemed to ignore him and stopped associating with him one day, Li Zhuo would no longer doubt whether he had done anything wrong because of such a small matter.

If you don’t want to talk, then don’t talk.

His daily life seemed to have returned to the rules when he first met Mo Liang. He attended classes seriously, went to Mo Liang's place for dinner at mealtime, and sometimes slept in the dormitory at night, and sometimes slept in Li Zhuo's apartment.

Apart from occasionally doing some tests to scare Mo Liang, the days were as peaceful as flowing water.

If nothing unexpected happened, the last semester of senior year should have been spent like this day after day. However, life is a drama without a script. Until tomorrow, we never know what the theme of the next scene will be.

Li Zhuo never thought that one day he would hear from Mo Liang a true story that seemed like a fantasy story...?

It's a story, right?

It’s just that the protagonist of the story is himself.

The story begins on an ordinary afternoon. The weather has been getting hotter recently, and Li Zhuo changed out of his spring clothes and put on light summer clothes.

That day was no different from any other day. The only difference was probably that he bought a bottle of new drink in the convenience store that was said to be delicious.

The new flavor does taste different from ordinary soda, with a hint of plum flavor and a light medicinal taste in the aftertaste?

Anyway, Li Zhuo doesn't like it very much.

As expected, everyone has their own taste and everyone has their own life. This is really true.

On the way to the classroom apartment, Li Zhuo was still thinking about this. He held a new bottle of soda and thought, even though he didn't like the taste, what if Teacher Mo liked it? He should give it to him too.

At noon, everything was the same as usual. Mo Liang seemed to be counting his footsteps early in the morning, opening the door for him early, and the food on the table was steaming hot.

Just as Li Zhuo was about to hand him the soda, Mo Liang still had that smile on his face. He said, "My child, I have to tell you something."

Li Zhuo: "Ah?"

He added: "I'm sorry I didn't anticipate your discomfort, which was a huge remiss of mine, so I want to make amends now."

Li Zhuo became even more confused.

Mo Liang continued slowly, "Remember? I mentioned before that I once had a child."

Li Zhuo nodded.

Of course he remembered that he had once imagined a tragic life story for Mo Liang, thinking that he was treating him as a substitute for his child and was so nice to him out of emotional compensation.

Later, when he learned Mo Liang's true identity, he no longer took what he said seriously, thinking that it might just be an excuse.

Just like his name and his identity in this world, they were all fabricated.

Li Zhuo himself hadn't thought about this for a long time, but seeing him suddenly mention the child again, he intuitively felt that there was some inside story that he didn't know.

The next second, Mo Liang stared at him with a loving gaze: "Really, this child is you."

Li Zhuo's brain froze for a few seconds.

"You are my child."

Although Teacher Mo always called him "child", Li Zhuo thought it was a habit of the monster, but now this inhuman creature told him clearly.

You are his, child!

Li Zhuo felt his breathing become heavier, and Mo Liang's next words made his mind wander.

"You were in my belly."

"What a happy day!"

"Ah, if I were to express it in your timeline, I was supposed to meet you in the future, but something happened and I ended up in your past..."

What future?

What past?

Li Zhuo looked bewildered, and Mo Liang probably knew that what he said was very abstract. He was worried that his children didn't understand, so he started from the beginning.

From the moment Li Zhuo appeared in the mother nest, he was so happy and excited, how much he liked him, and also talked about every little detail of their relationship...

As descendants of a polluting civilization, the environment is naturally poor in a place with such a large source of pollution.

Not to mention anything else, the various radiations in the light alone are enough to make fragile humans wither instantly, so Mo Liang has been carefully hiding the child underground.

He can use his body to create an absolutely comfortable environment, but he is not a human being after all, and the environment of his planet is indeed not suitable for fragile humans to live in.

He also said that he didn't know how to raise children at that time, and could not understand what the child was saying. He only smelled a very bitter smell on the child.

For a long time, he would remain in the same position for a long time, not eating or drinking. Mo Liang could only feed him some nutrients through subcutaneous injections after he fell asleep and give him a bath...

But kids aren't always like this.

Occasionally, when the little human was in a better mood, he would explore the surrounding environment, often popping his head out to secretly observe what Mo Liang was doing...

The appearance of the human child suddenly made Mo Liang's life interesting. He no longer felt drowsy all day, and the long hours were no longer boring...

Sometimes he would turn into a tree for his children to sit and lean on, and sometimes he would quietly turn into a bench, feeling the body temperature of humans.

He loved this fragile little life so much that he wanted to hold it in his mouth and put it in his stomach...

"I loved being with you back then, but you didn't like me very much, so I often pretended to be something you could touch..."

Mo Liang picked out the happy things to talk about and concealed some of the not-so-good things.

For example, because he likes someone so much, he licks the child all over the head, causing the child to hide from him in fear for a long time; there is also a person who thinks the child is playing hide-and-seek with him, but the child says it is a nightmare, etc.

There were a few times when the child even prepared some "weapons". In Mo Liang's opinion, those weapons were dozens of times smaller than toothpicks, and he couldn't feel anything when he poked them. But seeing how hard the child tried to hide them, he just thought they were so cute.

If the human body could withstand the harsh environment, it could actually evolve some unique abilities. It's a pity that my children are too weak.

He was already skinny, in poor mental state and malnourished, and he accidentally came into contact with germs, so he soon became dying.

In order to save his child, Mo Liang lost his mind and put the child in his stomach, trying to use stronger bacteria to kill the bacteria in the child's body.

During that time, Mo Liang could clearly feel his child sleeping inside him:

He is a very quiet child and spends most of his time motionless and asleep, but if you stroke him through the skin, he will give some response, such as moving his fingers slightly or blinking his eyelids.

He could clearly feel his child's heartbeat, breathing, and blood, and they were completely one with him.

At that time, Mo Liang had thought that it would be great if the child could never leave him and live in his body forever. Because they were one, he could feel the process of his breath passing away bit by bit.

Every second seemed as long as a century.

Of course, Mo Liang silently skipped over all of the above and only talked about some pleasant fragments.

"I was the only one on my planet. Then you appeared, and I had you. Now that I have found you again, how could I possibly abandon you again?"

"So you don't have to worry at all!"

"I will always love you."

"forever."

Li Zhuo listened attentively throughout the whole process.

Mo Liang's words answered a long-standing question in his mind. He had been wondering for a long time: why was Mo Liang so kind to him? Or rather, why was it him?

How many people are there on Earth? Billions!

Every time Mo Liang looked at him with such fanatical eyes, he would wonder if he could be loved like this? He felt that there was nothing special about him, that he was just an ordinary human boy.

Why is it me?

Now he finally knew the answer.

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Half an hour later...

After lunch, Li Zhuo took a sip of a bowl of hot soup. His expression gradually relaxed, and he summed up Mo Liang's lengthy words in one sentence.

"I understand. My future self died, so you came to the past to save me, right?"

Mo Liang nodded:

"Yes, my poor child..."

Because he was too excited, one of his eyeballs accidentally fell out, but he put it back in very quickly.

A humming sound, inaudible to humans, gradually spread outward, centered on Mo Liang.

[The living baby is drinking water. I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it.]

[This most precious child needs my love, my careful care, and my protection. I will protect him, meet his every need, do anything for him, always look after him, protect him, always be with him, love him, listen to his every worry, and dispel all the haze for him...]

I really like him...

I love him so much...

The originator of the idea was looking at him and smiling, while Li Zhuo, the protagonist of the content, was still reviewing what Mo Liang had just said, replaying each sentence in his mind.

"So I am indeed your child. And you were so strict about not letting me go out alone before, was it because you were worried that I would die?"

Mo Liang smiled gently: "Yes."

"I'm still alive and well now. I'm not sick and I'm not dead. You succeeded, right?"

"Yes, my most precious child, you finally no longer have the bitter taste in you. I am very happy, very joyful, and I love it..."

"I hope you are always sweet..."

“Don’t be miserable…”

"My favorite baby..."

Mo Liang has been paying attention to the changes in Li Zhuo's physical indicators. His child is much more receptive than he thought. He did not show negative emotions such as fear, disbelief, etc. as expected.

The child's initial emotional fluctuation was doubt. When he heard Mo Liang say that he was the child he was looking for, his heart beat faster and his breathing deepened.

When the child heard about the details of their past interactions with Mo Liang, his myocardial contractility increased, his peripheral blood vessels dilated, his face flushed slightly, and his body's secretion of thyroid hormones and other hormones increased significantly.

When the child heard Mo Liang say that he loved him so much that he wanted to hold him in his mouth and put him in his stomach, his breathing became more obvious, he began to sweat slightly, and the excitement of his sympathetic nerves caused a slight piloerection reaction.

He wasn't scared, he was even happy?

This reaction was exactly the same as his last reaction when he saw Mo Liang slowly appearing by the river at night during the summer camp trip.

The boy's dark eyes sparkled like a cunning kitten. He looked directly at Mo Liang, his tone tinged with a hint of smug delight: "So that's how it is..."

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Because I was preoccupied with my worries, that week passed by extra quickly. On Friday evening, halfway through the first evening study session, the school suddenly lost power.

In the pitch-black environment, the head teacher on the stage was holding a flashlight and tapping the podium with a ruler in an attempt to restore silence to the noisy classroom.

"Quiet!! The phone is coming soon!"

It’s a pity that the results were minimal.

In the noisy classroom, all kinds of noises mixed together like a vegetable market. Li Zhuo suddenly felt a warm touch on the palm of his hand.

A normal person would be scared if they felt something warm on their hands in the dark, right?

But Li Zhuo didn't, he knew what it was.

Mo Liang thought he was afraid of the dark, so he comforted him by gently massaging the acupoints on his hands, using such warm movements to tell him that he was not to be afraid.

In fact, it is totally unnecessary.

He is no longer as afraid of the dark as he was when he was a child.

Li Zhuo's past bumpy life experiences were not all negative. Beneath his timid appearance, he possessed an extraordinary ability to accept and adapt.

Back in summer camp, he would go to the river late at night to verify his guess because of a sudden idea.

And now, of course, he could pinch the warm tentacles in his palm with a normal expression, like a toy.

When he pinched it, Mo Liang was obviously stunned for a few seconds, but he quickly adjusted the tactile sensation of part of the body, making it feel more like a decompression toy when pinched.

I remember that a week ago, after listening to a strange story in which the protagonist was himself, it took me less than three days to quickly accept my identity as a monster child.

In other words, with this identity, he would no longer worry about when Teacher Mo's enthusiasm would fade or disappear suddenly, as he did before.

After knowing that he had thought about him for a long time, he felt a little relieved.

This sounds a bit difficult to understand, even unbelievable, but it is indeed the case. People's emotions are difficult to distinguish.

"Ah, the electricity is coming!"

The school's generator must have been turned on; the overhead lights flickered twice before returning to full brightness. Class continued, and Li Zhuo looked down and spotted a line of text on his draft paper.

The text was crooked, like a beginner's handwriting. The first two lines were densely packed, and the word order after "I love you, I love you" was even more confusing.

Li Zhuo struggled to sort it out for a long time and finally understood what the following words were. It was probably a confession letter?

He said he felt like every nerve ending in his body was crawling with little Li Zhuos, that Li Zhuos were entwined in his soul like vines, and that every breath he took was permeated with Li Zhuos scent...

There are some words that are really hard to make out. I can only see words like jealousy, breathing synchronization, and missing him.

Seeing that there seemed to be new characters forming, Li Zhuo thought for a moment and wrote four words:

I'm in class.

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The course schedule for the last half of high school was extremely tight, and time passed by like clockwork very quickly. In the blink of an eye, the countdown on the blackboard went from three digits to single digits.

The moment he stepped into the college entrance examination room, Li Zhuo was not nervous and his mentality was very stable. He even had time to recall the taste of breakfast.

During the three-day exam period, Li Zhuo could see that tall, unshakable figure after each exam.

Mo Liang is very tall. He stands out among the group of parents and can be seen at a glance.

The final score was also pretty good.

Along with the university acceptance letter came another important event: the relationship between Li Zhuo and Mo Liang had finally undergone a qualitative change due to the constant quantitative changes.

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