Chapter 12 Chapter 12 [Supplement: The juvenile form is very sticky...
I remember when I first arrived in Changyang City, the middle school where I was registered had not yet started school. Li Zhuo dragged his suitcase out of the station in a daze and wandered around aimlessly.
He had no idea what Experimental Middle School was like, so he could only find the house the Li family bought for him according to the address on the purchase contract.
Swan Bay is an upscale residential complex with excellent supporting facilities. His apartment building is at the innermost part of the complex. Although it is a bit far from the gate, it is quiet.
The door has a combination lock, and it's frighteningly empty when it's opened.
It was a new house that couldn't be newer. The walls had just been painted and tiles had been laid. There was no other furniture. He bought a sofa himself and slept on it that night.
A few days later, when school was about to start, the teacher who handled the paperwork for Li Zhuo said that Experimental Middle School did not have the concept of day students and all students had to live in the school, which was a mandatory requirement.
Students are not allowed to bring mobile phones to school and must hand them in. The school only has one two-day monthly holiday a month. The other Saturdays and Sundays are either for mock weekly tests in the main subjects or for normal class schedules.
Under such school rules, excluding the few days before school started, he has only been back twice since school started until now in April, so he has stayed for a total of 4 days.
Compared to the new house that is registered in his own name, Li Zhuo spends more time in the teachers' apartment than in the new house in Swan Bay.
Every time he thought of the house, it took him a while to even figure out where it was.
"Really? I just thought about it for a long time. Is it in the west or the east..."
Mo Liang was serving the dishes in the kitchen, while Li Zhuo was like a human conveyor belt, bringing out the dishes one by one and placing them on the dining table. Their cooperation was perfect.
Li Zhuo noticed that Mo Liang only took one bowl again.
"Teacher Mo, have you eaten again today?"
The pair of deep eyes behind the transparent lenses revealed a perfect smile, and he said, "Yes, you can eat it."
Li Zhuo glanced towards the refrigerator, wanted to say something, but swallowed it silently.
So that day, Mo Liang added a new content to the diary. The front part still recorded Li Zhuo's daily situation, including today's mood swings, behavioral records, such as how much he ate, overall condition, etc.
[His home is unfurnished. He said the first piece of furniture he bought was a sofa. He seems to like it very much and even sleeps on it during his lunch break.]
He was very interested in me today and asked a lot of questions about me. I wanted to tell him the truth, but the system said it would scare him, so I had to answer according to the template provided. After learning that my parents died young, he looked at me for a long time with a very cute look.
The system wouldn't let me tell the truth, but I still revealed that I had a child. He was adorable, but unfortunately, I was separated from him. He listened attentively when I said this. The system detected his expression, which showed sadness, and his breathing and heartbeat were fluctuating abnormally. This was for me...
My child is feeling sad for me. Oh my God! This is truly a day worth remembering!
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Before he knew it, Li Zhuo had been eating at Teacher Mo's staff apartment for two whole weeks.
For the past half month, the meals on the table have been different and rich every day. Not only are they nutritious, but the taste seems to be tailor-made for Li Zhuo, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with them.
only…
"What's wrong? You look unhappy." Teacher Mo, who was standing opposite, smiled and looked at Li Zhuo, who seemed to be hesitant to speak. "If you have anything to say, you must tell me."
"Is today's food not to your liking?" Teacher Mo seemed to take this question very seriously. He asked, "Which dish is it?"
Li Zhuo shook his head.
"For the past two weeks, you've been saying you've eaten before me, but I don't see any trace of it in the refrigerator, the trash can, or the kitchen..."
"Teacher Mo, have you really eaten?"
As their interactions became closer, their relationship improved day by day, and Li Zhuo was finally able to say some things that he had long found strange.
He had always believed Mo Liang's words that he had eaten, until he came to eat more often. He was no longer as cramped as he was on his first visit. He began to move freely between the living room and kitchen and open the refrigerator at will.
He found that Mr. Mo had very high requirements for the freshness of ingredients, and he would throw away anything that was slightly damaged or not fresh.
With so much food prepared for each meal, it was impossible for Li Zhuo to finish every plate. A normal person would put it in the refrigerator, right? But Teacher Mo would grind it up and throw it directly down the drain.
Since the previous meal was thrown away, did Teacher Mo always eat it right after it was cooked? Soon Li Zhuo found that there was no trace, not a trace at all.
The teacher cares about me very much and prepares three healthy and hearty meals for me every day, but doesn't eat with me. This sounds too counterintuitive.
Doesn't he need to eat?
But how can people not need to eat!
Li Zhuo was very worried that Teacher Mo would just make do with some snacks like bread like he did before, and then give all the food to him. Although he didn't see any packaging in the trash can, what if?
Although he had a vague feeling that Teacher Mo was not short of money, after all, the ingredients and fruits he always prepared were almost of the best quality, but... what if?
From what Mr. Mo said before, his parents died unexpectedly, his child died young, and he lives alone now. Does that mean they're divorced? So, is he being so kind to me because he's lonely?
Li Zhuo could only guess this.
——It’s quite pitiful.
"You always cook a lot of dishes, and I can't finish them all by myself. It would be such a shame if they were all thrown away, so I hope you can come with me..."
Mo Liang clearly saw his own reflection in the black and white eyes of the young man opposite him.
What...bright eyes.
"How about it?"
Li Zhuo asked.
"So it's just because of this." Teacher Mo let out a sigh. "I saw you didn't eat, so I thought it was because your appetite wasn't up to par. I'm glad it wasn't."
He casually picked up the chopsticks he used to pick up food for Li Zhuo, put a whole crispy chicken wing into his mouth, and chewed it carefully, including the meat and bones.
After about ten seconds, he spoke again: "Is that so? Are you happier now?"
Li Zhuo didn't know what difference this made between him being happy or not, but it didn't stop him from feeling relieved. Their relationship would be better now, right?
"Teacher Mo, I'll go get you some food."
Without waiting for Mo Liang to say anything, Li Zhuo familiarly rummaged through the cupboard and found a clean bowl. Soon, a full bowl of rice appeared in front of Mo Liang's table.
“I wonder if that’s a bit much…”
Mo Liang still had a perfect smile on his face. He looked at his child with an infinitely tolerant gaze and said with a smile: "How could that be? As long as it's something you give, it's not too much."
What a strange statement.
Li Zhuo thought.
Teacher Mo, who was sitting across from me at the table, had already picked up his chopsticks and started eating. He looked...
Li Zhuo seldom uses words like "serious" and "serious" to describe eating, but when he sees the man in front of him chewing white rice with a smile on his face, these two words involuntarily come to his mind.
"Why don't you eat your vegetables?"
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[Additional information: The juvenile form is very attached to me. Today, he took the initiative to ask to eat with me and even shared his food with me▄▄…]
Unfortunately, I can’t taste these foods, nor can I get any nutrition from them. I can’t even digest them. I still need to work hard to suppress the rejection reaction of the cells in my body●●…
[Hmm… It's quite troublesome, but I remember this was a friendly gesture in primitive human etiquette?! I can feel ■■■, my child is getting closer to me! !]
With that final exclamation point, Mo Liang closed the day's journal and whispered to himself, "His child is so pitiful. How could he be so fragile? He'll die if he doesn't eat, he'll die if he eats too much, he'll die if he eats too little, he'll die if he's depressed, he'll die if it gets too cold or too hot. Life is still so short."
Alas...it's so pitiful just thinking about it.
For Mo Liang and all other people of the same clan, they do not need food. What they need is more important, energy. A huge amount of energy replenished at one time can sustain various organs and tissues for a very long period of time. Even if the energy is low, they will only fall into a deep sleep.
They evolved from pollution, adapting to extreme conditions. Corrosive liquids raining from the sky? Toxic gases filling the air? Perpetually high temperatures? Perpetually low temperatures?
It's all too normal for them.
Or to put it another way, a civilization that was born in an extreme environment can withstand any harsh environment it finds itself in.
But on the other hand, once you return to a pure environment, you will feel a certain degree of discomfort...
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw strange words appear on the wall again. Mo Liang said expressionlessly, "Have you been free lately?"
【no…】
This kind of communication... is quite fresh.
Mo Liang's ancestors evolved in the late stage of the most serious pollution era, and their descendants inherited and gradually optimized it. Generation after generation, their language is different from that of some civilizations.
When communicating with people of the same race, they had long since abandoned inefficient sound wave communication and mostly used more efficient consciousness links. Only in very special circumstances would they return to communicating through the backward method of written symbols.
For example, when one party in communication is in a low-dimensional world, if the high-dimensional consciousness on the other side does not want to destroy the low-dimensional world, then it can only appear in the low-dimensional world through self-dimensionality reduction.
The method of appearance is based on the highest technology of the lower-dimensional world. If holographic technology has appeared in this lower-dimensional world, it can appear in a holographic way with the consent of the other party...
However, if the technology of this low-dimensional world is not advanced enough and one party refuses to receive all information, the only way to communicate is the most primitive text.
You are so stingy...
"I just casually said I wanted to come over and take a look, and you immediately locked all the channels?"
[I'm so tired...]
【Turn on the video switch. 】
[Hey, let's get down to business. I've discovered a problem. The first time you drank water, you had an immune rejection reaction, and the subsequent reactions have been weaker each time... How strange...]
Is it a gradual adaptation, or is it the development of antibodies?
【Send me some of your current genetic code...】
The message should have been passed on.
[Ignore again? ]
[Are you going to pay attention to that little human again? ]
[…]
"I just said it casually, and you actually traced back to my origin and maliciously polluted my gene pool? We are still the same race, right?!"
The next moment, another line of text appeared.
【▄▄The line is closed.】
Please reconnect...
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