Chapter 210: Easily, every boy wants to be a father...
After chatting for a while, Lu Hang looked at the electronic clock on the wall, which showed 9:32 in the evening. He said it was too late and needed to rest, so he sent his classmates to the door.
My classmate’s name is Hai Luo, and he looks like a conch.
But the conch is not the ordinary snail sold as a midnight snack in food stalls, but the beauty snail from the Mediterranean Sea in ancient Earth - its ancestors made cosmetics, and they are the same snail as the famous Persian conch.
Conch actually looks pretty delicate, and is one of those seafood types with short tentacles. Luo She is a bit of a Mary Sue, and her tears are purple.
Lu Hang is actually not in the same department as him. I got to know him because this guy was always bullied.
When Lu Hang was in school, he was a discipline committee member, so he couldn't help but take care of Hai Luo in private. After a few interactions, the two became familiar with each other.
So Hai Luo was also very enthusiastic about Lu Hang and greeted him: "Brother Lu, I'm leaving first. If you need anything, please use the internal phone to call me."
Lu Hang called him and looked up at the air outlet of the central air conditioner: "Wait, can the temperature be adjusted? It's a bit cold."
Hai Luo saw him sitting there rubbing his calf, "Brother Lu, does your leg hurt?"
"A little bit." Lu Hang said.
"Then I'll apply for painkillers for you?"
You have to apply late at night.
Lu Hang knew that the management here was strict, so he waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "No need, these are just minor issues, I'll just cover them with a hot towel later."
After Hai Luo left, Lu Hang wrung out a hot towel, lifted up his trouser legs, and applied it to the middle of his calves.
The towel gradually turned my skin red, but it looked okay. There was no redness or swelling and no scars left. It was impossible to tell that there had ever been a bloody break.
His father was also an officer, and he was very ruthless. He used to be a trainer and knew best how to cripple someone without them even crying.
This unique skill was applied to his son, and he executed it beautifully. It completely shocked his son, who had a distorted sexual orientation, and made him silent and obedient for a whole year.
It just made his mother suffer.
The mother begged with tears in her eyes before she got the father's permission to take him away and spend a week in the hospital's treatment cabin at great expense. When he came out, his skin was so delicate that it was fragile. There was no trace of skin rot or bone fracture.
After another week of recuperation, when I returned to school, my physical condition was good enough to directly participate in the 5km march.
The terrible consequences of broken bones seemed to have left no trace on him at all.
His mother sighed and said, "Luckily, he was born in our family. We can still afford the treatment cabin. The out-of-pocket cost is only about 100,000 yuan. Look, how well he has recovered."
"If it was another kid from a less well-off family, they would definitely be ruined by your father's treatment," she wiped her tears, "probably not even able to get on a mecha, and wouldn't be able to be a pilot."
Lu Hang comforted her with a few words, but he didn't know what to say more.
Do you agree? ...He did admit that he was quite lucky to be born into such a small aristocratic middle-class family with a lord. The cost of trial and error in life alone might be ten times that of other people.
It is equivalent to that in the game, while others enter the village in their underpants, he is already fully equipped and has ten chances to restart on the spot.
His mother told him: "Be a good boy when you go back to school this time, and don't make your father angry again...Alas, he is doing this for your own good."
Lu Hang responded softly, playing the role of an excellent son and sending his kind and intellectual mother out of the school gate.
When he returned to the dormitory, he was told that all his things had been moved to the building opposite and he had to move to a new dormitory.
Lu Hang was not surprised. Since his father has already been here, everything must have been arranged, including what needed to be dismantled and what needed to be given away. This is how the adult world is “well-arranged.”
I just don't know, his roommate...
The door was open, and from time to time someone passed by and looked inside. After a while, the dormitory manager came up to urge them to leave. Lu Hang made an excuse, saying that he had left something here and needed to look for it for a while, so he bent down and slowly moved the tables and chairs to kill time.
It's dinner time.
The quilt was confiscated, but there was still water in the cup. Maybe the other person just went out to eat. After a while, maybe I can wait for him to come back.
You may not be able to say much, but it's good to take a look.
As Lu Hang was thinking this, his father called.
"What are you doing there?"
The first question he raised was one of suspicion and doubt.
...Don't make your dad angry...
His mind echoed with his mother's repeated instructions before she left. Lu Hang looked at the bed again and moved his lips towards the intercom: "Looking for the pen you gave me on my birthday last year. I've found it. I'm leaving now."
"Yeah." The person on the other end hung up.
The dormitory manager at the door took a furtive look and left.
Lu Hang walked down the stairs. The stairs were not high, but he felt a twisted pain in his stomach. He suddenly realized that he was unconsciously trying to please his father.
He was not happy to do this, but in order to continue his studies and to have a better life, he willingly tried to please the alpha.
Lu Hang stood in the stairwell, his shadow disappearing into the wall, and he laughed at himself.
No wonder boys all want to be fathers.
People are all profit-seeking.
One wants to be a banker for the money, one wants to be a politician for the power. I want to be a father because I have been exposed to this "profession" since I was a child and I know that it must be profitable in the family.
But Lu Hang didn't completely want to be a father.
He doesn't want others to please him.
Maybe this is the reason why his father often criticized him, saying "this kid doesn't look much like me."
Lu Hang lay back on the bed, thinking about what happened many years ago, and gradually closed his eyes and fell asleep. When I woke up, I found that I forgot to cover myself with a blanket and my nose was a little blocked. I must have caught a cold.
He had no choice but to call the inside line to find Hai Luo.
Hai Luo took him through the winding corridors and came to the legendary infirmary, where he got the cold medicine he had requested.
The medicine box was delivered by a robotic arm and the prescription was written by a bionic family doctor. Apart from the two of them, it seemed that no living people were seen along the way.
Hai Luo said without being surprised, "It's normal, because we can't recruit anyone. Brother Lu, don't think that anyone can come in here, there are many people who want to come in but can't. Before, I thought you were like me, and that your relatives found you a job, but then I thought, oh, your mental stability rate is 98%, you must have been selected because you are too outstanding."
Lu Hang said helplessly: "If I say that I was sent here because I was implicated, would you believe me?"
"I believe it," Hai Luo agreed immediately, "Of course I believe it. You are a gentleman. Once you say something, who else can I trust except you?"
Lu Hang suddenly remembered and asked, "What's wrong with the mental stability rate of 98? My job assignment is to garrison and patrol, not to go to the battlefield. Do I need this?"
Hai Luo: "Of course! There are no other requirements for working here, just keep your mouth shut and stay calm in the face of danger."
Lu Hang is indeed a tight-lipped person, but he has not had the opportunity to use this skill yet.
Because he found that the contents of the work manual were extremely simple. There was no useful information except some clichéd nonsense - even the most basic fire escape map of his work area was blank.
Lu Hang guessed that this might be a secret military area.
The people in charge of it are extremely cautious and do not allow any information to be passed to the outside, and even the staff are not allowed to know too much. They are just a cog in an assembly line, there is no need to know what it is producing.
But this is not a good thing.
Because the more vague the rules set by the ruling class, the more common the abuse of power is.
Hai Luo said, "It's okay, Brother Lu. Just follow me in whatever I do. We can help each other."
On the day he officially started work, Lu Hang was taken to an isolation room.
The structure of this place is very strange, like a bank business hall built in a separate room. The difference from the business hall is that the bulletproof glass used for shielding is completely opaque. He can't see the other side, and the other side can't see him.
Lu Hang looked around and asked: "We are working here?"
It looks like nothing.
"Yes," Hai Luo pulled out a chair and sat down, facing the frosted glass, and pulled something that looked like a button in front of him, "I told you, the work is easy. Sit down quickly, you have to press number 8."
Lu Hang didn't understand what was going on, so he pressed the button, "What's behind window number 8?"
Hai Luo said nonchalantly, "I haven't seen it either. They say they are disobedient beasts and need to be taught a lesson with buttons. We sit here and keep pressing buttons through the glass until they ring the bell inside and admit, 'Yes, Master, I will be a good omega', then we can go home from get off work."
He turned around and asked Lu Hang with a beaming face: "How is it? Is it easy?"
Lu Hang looked at his fingers and his wrist trembled in panic.
He just pressed it.
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