Chapter 20

Wen Yuxiao silently drew circles on the notebook. She had chatted with the priest for a while last night and was a little sleep-deprived, but she also knew that if she dared to yawn at this moment, when everyone reviewed the live recording of the lecture tomorrow, she would be cyber-bullied to the point of depression because she did not cherish this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

So she started drawing other things. Just looking at circles made her sleepy, so she decided to draw stick figures fighting.

Just before the stick figures she drew started fighting, a small note was handed to her. She was stunned for a moment, wondering who else would slack off with her on such an important occasion. Suddenly, she remembered that the person sitting next to her was the most advanced AI in the entire galaxy, and also the assistant of the Overlord who was standing on the stage and speaking eloquently.

The note read: Your Highness, do you also think that the scholar's talk is boring? It's okay, let's chat.

There was also a particularly vivid emoticon drawn at the end. Wen Yuxiao couldn't help but want to slack off, so he looked around quietly and found that no one cared. Everyone was immersed in the learning atmosphere and couldn't extricate themselves, so he happily passed the note to his "deskmate".

The two of them chatted for quite a while, feeling both excited and happy. With the terminal there, there was no need to worry about being recorded by the camera. He was the most powerful hacker.

When she took the note and was thinking about how to reply, someone on the stage suddenly called out "Assistant". The young-looking bionic man had no choice but to put on a peaceful smile, walked quickly onto the stage, and continued to explain the academic topic from the King Insect.

The King Bug did not linger on the stage. He ignored the audience's gazes focused on him and sat down in the seat in front of the android.

Wen Yuxiao, who was putting a small note in his notebook and trying not to be discovered for being absent-minded in class, trembled. He felt as if he was in class and the head teacher suddenly sat next to him.

When the King Insect's gaze fell upon her, she quickly sat up straight and pretended to be a good student.

Then, to her despair, she realized she hadn't turned the page of her stick figure comic, and the other person's eyes had just landed on it. Reaching out and flipping the page, she revealed the small slip of paper hidden inside, the two handwritings intertwining and covering almost the entire page.

It’s over. The teacher caught me daydreaming in class.

Wen Yuxiao, feeling extremely guilty, felt suffocated. He gritted his teeth and crumpled the note into a ball in front of others, tightly holding it in his hand. He wished he could learn from the methods in movies and TV dramas and swallow it in one gulp to destroy the evidence.

The King Insect didn't do anything unusual, but just gave her a look when he sat down. He happened to glance at her stick figure cartoon and the small note, then looked at the stage seriously, with a thoughtful expression.

Seeing his serious expression, others thought that he was probably thinking about some profound academic questions, or was secretly evaluating the performance of the assistant on the stage, but no one knew that he was just thinking extremely naively, "The terminal is actually whispering with His Highness, I want it too!"

But there were too many people paying attention to his every move. Although the bionic man giving a speech on the stage was outstanding and eye-catching enough to attract most people's attention, there were still some fanatical eyes staring at him. Even Wen Yuxiao beside him was a little affected. He was so nervous that his breathing slowed down, and the palms holding the pen were full of sweat.

Trying not to show any signs of abnormality, the stressed-out girl suddenly turned her head and glanced at the scholar beside her in confusion. Was it just her imagination? How could she suddenly sense the other person's aggrieved mood?

"Your Highness."

The soft call coming from her ear proved that it was not an illusion in her trance. The King Insect was still staring at the people on the stage, but a gleam of light flashed in his bright golden eyes. Although it was a pity that he could not pass the note, he still had a collective consciousness network.

Wen Yuxiao never understood how to use this thing. She just thought it was probably a Zerg identification function. With just a glance, she could sense whether the other party was a small monster in human skin. She also didn't know how to turn off this function to refuse the king insects from calling her unilaterally, so she could only be forced to listen to the other party's speech.

Thinking back to what she had done in class, she wondered if someone was here to hold her accountable, but he suddenly started chatting with her about daily life.

It’s... very much like your homeroom teacher sitting next to you and asking with a loving face, Xiao Wen, Xiao Wen, how are you doing recently? I hope that so-and-so (especially the rich businessman) didn’t neglect you. Do you want to come to my house for dinner later?

Feeling a little funny and not so nervous anymore, Wen Yuxiao no longer regarded the other person as an overly serious teacher. She tried hard to suppress the upturned corners of her mouth and chatted with him casually. Suddenly, during the conversation, she mentioned what she had asked the priest to do last night.

"He and I have some cooperation," the scholar said slowly, "but since this is a mission assigned by His Highness, I will definitely take it to heart."

It is indeed difficult for them to rescue people in the vast sea of ​​stars, but they have to believe in the plot and believe that fate is irresistible. There will always be a lucky Zerg who will meet the heroine.

Wen Yuxiao was still distracted, and the scholar continued the conversation with her: "Your Highness, could you give me some more tips? For example, what are the enemy's conspicuous features? I'll search for them on the terminal when I return to the Zerg."

Hint? She tried to recall the image of the heroine in the plot: fair skin, beautiful face, short legs, pure and charming. Now that she thought about it, the first thing that came to her mind was the heroine's voluptuous thighs that looked so good to pinch...

Shaking off the useless information that was distracting her mind, she pondered for a moment before concluding, "Uh... very likable, a heartthrob, you could say. She's incredibly pretty, and the sight of the Zerg quickens their hearts. She's cute and adorable, a little confused, but a very kind-hearted little girl."

She didn't know what she was describing, nor did she know whether the Overlord understood her, but this was indeed the limit of her language module.

"Okay, I understand." The affirmative answer given by Wang Chong dispelled her doubts. Little did she know that he was thinking in his heart that his mother had such a high evaluation of him, and he even gave orders for them to go find the girl. When they found her, they would dissect her.

See what's good about her and then try to get one for yourself.

The lecture ended in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere of chatting. When the bell rang, everyone in the classroom rushed towards them. The dense crowd was like a tall wave raised by the wind, cheering and waving excitedly, as if to knock her over and swallow her up, squeezing out her limited oxygen and living space.

But the King Insect just glanced around, and his undisguised cold eyes immediately brought the heated atmosphere in the venue to freezing point. The crowd shrank back in fear. At a certain moment, it seemed that they were not facing this gentle scholar.

Instead, it was a dark, hideous, huge, and terrifying alien monster. It impatiently shook its sharp, poisonous tail tip, reminding them not to get close, otherwise it would take their lives in the next second.

Fortunately, the young assistant stood up at this time, with his usual gentle smile on his face, maintaining order at the scene.

Taking this opportunity, Wen Yuxiao immediately squeezed out of the crowd and stayed at the edge. She didn't have to squeeze in deliberately. Everyone wanted to move forward, and she was naturally pushed to the outside.

There were also crowds of people outside the classroom. College students with nothing to do loved to visit celebrities, not to mention a respectable scientist who had made great contributions to interstellar space. Many people from outside the school came from afar.

Fortunately, her roommates didn't like to join in such grand and lively occasions. After waiting for her outside, they went back to the dormitory together, divided the recording and video equipment, and went back to their beds.

After the lecture and a day's activities, the scholar was invited by the planet's top management to the Science Research Institute in the city center. All the researchers put down their work to greet him, and even hung a conspicuous banner for him and gave him the warmest applause.

Faced with such a grand welcome ceremony, the scholar had anticipated this situation as early as when he was in the car. He had adjusted his facial expression in advance on his painted skin, showing the most friendly smile, and took the trouble to shake hands with every scientist to express his respect and appreciation.

An old man stepped forward to lead the way for him, introducing the highest research institute on the planet along the way. The two of them talked about some of the research projects and experiments they had seen so far.

When passing by an ordinary, very common door, the black-haired king insect's golden pupils suddenly narrowed, and his originally casual and somewhat unfocused pace paused noticeably. The next second, his no longer calm gaze was cast towards the tightly closed door.

Before he noticed the weak and inaudible call, he firmly believed that no one in the world would dare to imitate his mother in a poor way, and this blasphemy that made them angry and hateful would be strangled to death by the Zerg without exception.

But he did hear it just now. He was sure that it was not because he was distracted or missed his mother all the time. There, someone was imitating his mother's call, which caught his attention.

Hearing the priest's retelling of his mother's mission, he was disdainful. Similar spiritual wavelengths? Perhaps this colleague was still half asleep and had drunk a few glasses of liquor before coming, so he was saying such nonsense.

But since it was a task assigned by his mother, he would naturally treat it well.

We'll understand when we meet her...

Is that what you mean?

The scholar suddenly understood. This was a subtle hint from his mother. She was expressing her dissatisfaction with these lazy overlords, tugging at their ears and annoyed: "Why haven't you noticed yet? The fake has been around for so long! Now, I'm giving you a chance to find her."

Needless to say, what happens after finding the fake is that he will perform a meticulous dissection of the person, not missing a single bit of flesh and blood, trace the source of the technology, and then completely block the possibility of replicating it.

Fortunately, the colleagues who came today were not those who had high fighting power but low IQ. He looked around the surrounding environment, otherwise he would have suddenly rushed up and demolished the buildings and people here.

The gray-haired old man was not surprised that he stopped, but gave him enough time to react and resume his nonchalant appearance.

The King Insect knew that the other party did this on purpose. They were showing off their scientific research results in front of him and using him as an experiment to see whether this replica was attractive to him. The way he behaved was enough to prove the success of the experiment.

He quietly gave the fake a faint mental mark, marking it as his next experimental subject in the eyes of his peers, so as not to accidentally kill it. He restrained his expression and deliberately asked, "Over there, can I go over and take a look?"

As expected, the old man's eyes lit up, and a flash of ecstasy passed by, but he quickly suppressed it and said with difficulty: "That is a non-public area..."

"It's okay," the scholar continued, "I'm just saying it."

Let’s call someone to clean up this place tomorrow.

The black-haired king insect was chatting and laughing with others while planning this action in his mind.

Let's transfer the experimental subjects to another planet tomorrow.

The old man had a smile on his face and praised the scholar's erudition, but he had already thought about which planet he would escape to next.