Chapter 30 Beware of the Dirt in Little White Hair's Head
Plop, plop...
My heartbeat was so loud it was deafening, and it felt like it was about to jump out of my chest.
Bai Ling's face turned red from her ears to her collarbone, like a cooked bird. She held the mermaid's face in her palms, unable to fly away even with wings. She could only curse in her heart, "Old slut, old slut..."
Yu Chen piqued his interest, and stood up again, with a smile on his face: "Why, you don't want to accept it?"
Bai Ling subconsciously said, "I can't eat something this big."
This is a common tactic used by second-hand waste recyclers, meaning that the pallet is too large to be handled.
Yu Chen smiled gently, with a hint of meaning in his eyes: "It doesn't matter, there is a long way to go."
Bai Ling looked over suspiciously, feeling that the mermaid's words were hiding something else, but he had no evidence.
But after thinking about it, he took out the terminal silently and quietly created a new label on the original maintenance order, with the note name:
[Old things that I owe you to repair]
The light outside the window began to change from slanting to direct. It was getting late, so Bai Ling put the old interstellar radio into his bag and stuck it together with the guardian's consent form.
He planned to go to the registration office to submit the materials and buy some matching parts on the way back.
There is a second-hand market where he often shopped and sold goods in his previous life. It specializes in dismantling and selling old items from the last century. It would be a good idea to go there and take a look.
The old fish stretched out his arm, grasped his waist with familiarity, touched it carefully, and slowly asked:
"It's minus 10 degrees outside, and you're going to go out wearing this tattered jacket?"
"Is that a problem? I'm going to work, not dating you."
"Dress nicer for a date with me?"
"And wear a ragged jacket."
Yu Chen felt both angry and amused. The little bird was so stubborn and wouldn't listen to anything.
"But if I follow you, I'll wear it inside out." Bai Ling put his chin on the collar and pulled it up hard, finally undoing the stuck zipper:
"Why not just expose the good side?"
No matter how shabby the outside is, I will take out the good inside and show it to you.
Yu Chen's fingers on his waist clenched unconsciously, and he couldn't control the strength of his finger bones, causing Bai Ling to groan inadvertently.
Bai Ling didn't care about the possessiveness of a beast like him that stretched out its claws and poked its head out of the cage from time to time.
Bai Ling grabbed the mermaid's wrist, poked it into his neat and tidy sleeves, and gently scratched the other's wrist with his nails, as if to comfort her:
"Okay, let me go."
As soon as he said this, the mermaid clenched her fists even tighter. She lowered her head, and her hair brushed against Bai Ling's cheeks:
"I'll give you some money, baby, and you can go out and buy the clothes you like later, okay?"
Bai Lingya blushed when he heard the doting tone.
...What are you doing so early in the morning?
"I don't need it." Bai Ling forced himself to remain calm and refused directly.
The big hand groped towards the sunken part of Bai Ling's waist, and through the old coat, it grasped the Lake Asker knife that Bai Ling had put on his waist. The mermaid whispered in his ear:
"You said the same thing yesterday."
Still put his knife on.
"...That's different." Bai Ling had a blank expression on his face and his throat rolled.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with it." Yu Chen emphasized.
"Of course not!" Bai Ling's long eyelashes trembled, and her voice rose slightly, becoming invisibly hurried. "You gave me an old thing made by yourself, and I can return your trust, give you a hug, and help you fix up the room."
"But you gave me money, and all I can give you back is money. I don't like this."
He spoke very quickly, as if the words would get stuck in his throat if he didn't speak them out.
Yu Chen listened to the intense breathing and his heart slowly tightened. He pinched Xiao Niao's cold earlobe, trying to rub it to warm it up.
"You don't want to establish a financial relationship with me?"
"Absolutely not." Bai Ling answered firmly.
Yu Chen sighed softly: "But I just want to do what I can for you."
Bai Ling stood there, and when he suddenly raised his eyes, a stern look flickered in his cold grey eyes: "...There are many things you can do."
It was as if the car had been driving all night, soaking the gray snow.
"For example?" Yu Chen sniffed his damp scent gently, feeling faintly intoxicated.
At that moment, Bai Ling hated his ease and his dignity. A surge of hot magma burst out from his heart, and he couldn't control himself and climbed up to the mermaid's shoulder, biting her hard, so hard that his teeth hooked the wool and bit into the tough muscle.
In extreme shame, he gnashed his teeth and said, "For example... give me one of your clothes and kiss me once a day."
Everything happened unexpectedly. He was kissed violently, which made his knuckles hurt. He couldn't help but grab the mermaid's strong back muscles.
The torn silk cotton jacket was so fragile that the zipper broke when the mermaid's big hands pulled it.
The hand firmly grasped his waist, and his coat was yanked off in a chaotic manner and thrown to the ground. The shirt he was wearing inside was even thinner, and the sudden contact of cold air on his skin gave him goose bumps.
Then the mermaid grabbed the collar of her sweater and pulled it off violently, messing up her elegant hair. Her eyes were deep and urgent as she ordered him:
"Raise your hands."
Xiaoniao subconsciously raised his arms like a baby bird. He felt the scorching heat on his face, and then the hot sweater covered his head. The sleeves were passed through his wrists and pulled all the way down, just covering his lower abdomen and his waist, which was easily frozen. It was so warm that it was almost difficult to breathe.
The mermaid hugged him around the waist again and kissed him twice anxiously, as if she was tasting something precious.
The mermaid put on her own sweater for him, called AI to bring a camel-hair coat and scarf, wrapped him tightly, and wanted to hug him again.
Bai Ling quickly called out to stop: "Wait a minute!"
"Waiting for what?"
"Save it for me to hold before I go to sleep at night."
“Ah, you’re so cute.” The mermaid spoke from the bottom of her heart.
·
Today is the last day to register for the Mech World Cup.
At nine o'clock in the morning, the moment registration ends, the system will automatically assign competition groups.
Early in the morning, drivers gathered here in large numbers, nervous and anxious, silently praying that they would be given less difficult opponents in the first game. Some even worshipped the cybernetic Buddha on the spot.
"God of C language, please help me find a good group, especially to avoid these people——"
As he said this, he actually took out a long list and stuffed it into the shredder he brought with him.
Lu Xun was dumbfounded: "This is too outrageous, who would believe this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the big screen above everyone's head flashed for one second and began to display the grouping situation densely.
The Electronic Buddha believer jumped up, looking crazy: "It's true! I matched with a bunch of B-level weaklings, and there are also D-level newcomers. It's easy to catch!"
Lu Xun: “…”
Should I tell him that the D-level newcomer is the raptor of their club?
It seems that this electronic Buddha is not very effective.
Lu Xun was just complaining when he suddenly felt a chill on his spine. At the same time, all the alphas in the venue shuddered collectively, turned their heads in unison, and instantly tensed their muscles into an emergency defense state.
It's like a herd of antelopes being targeted by lions.
Bai Ling pushed open the glass door of the exhibition hall and looked up to see this spectacular scene.
What are you looking at? Bai Ling frowned unhappily.
He reacted the next second. This didn't seem to be the usual covetous look, but more like fear and terror, the rejection and vigilance of natural enemies engraved in the genes of male animals.
...Oh, he smells like a mermaid.
Bai Ling himself couldn't really smell it, but these alphas had sharper noses than each other, so it should smell like poison gas.
Bai Ling was at his leisure, turning the key between his fingertips and summoning the mecha.
Rattlesnake ran over and shouted "Master", and all the alphas were shocked and the alarm bells sounded.
This is a terrifying top alpha!
Bai Ling played with the bird-fake fish for a while and thought that this pheromone was quite useful. The fragrance lasts long, saving him from having to spend money on odor blockers.
Well, mermaid, useful!
Bai Ling raised his hand slightly towards the rattlesnake, signaling it to follow him to the backcourt where there were fewer people. As soon as he left, countless sighs of relief were heard in the exhibition hall.
“…Shit, who is this? The pheromones make my scalp tingle.”
"It seems to be the one who knocked down Mr. Hu Wujiu last time."
"This new guy is a little scary, but this face... hey, hey, what's his name? Check his background quickly, and invite him out for a drink when you have time, so we can have a discussion."
A group of alphas, each with their own agenda, lowered their heads to fiddle with their terminals and began to collect intelligence.
Lu Xun also slid open the terminal with his thumb shaking, and tremblingly sent a message to his brother.
[Try hard to become stronger]: Brother... do you think if I reincarnate as a top A now, will I still have time to pursue my male idol?
[Lu Hang]: People should have dreams, not delusions, brother.
[Strive to become stronger]: ...
After much hesitation, Lu Xun decided to catch up and ask. What if Bai Ling was just accidentally bumped into by an alpha while fighting with someone else?
Bai Ling held a huge brush and was cleaning the rattlesnake.
Lu Xun came up and asked expectantly, "Good morning, did you fight against the other alphas?"
Bai Ling climbed on the leg of the mecha, glanced down from above, wrinkled his nose, and actually smelled the surging scent of ALPH, which was extremely clear.
He calmly pulled up the high collar of his black sweater, put his nose in it, and took a light breath.
Then he turned his head, swept the dust again, and said lightly: "It's about the same."
I almost had a fight with that Old Fish, so it can be considered a battle.
Lu Xun was obviously relieved and muttered: "That's good, that's good."
Bai Ling glanced at him, wanted to say something, but stopped.
He has always disliked discussing his private affairs with alphas, in order to prevent the other party from imagining too much, because rumors may then fly all over the place and he won't be able to stop them.
Not every alpha can strictly adhere to moral standards.
It is not uncommon for omegas to suffer mental breakdowns after being passed fertilized eggs to their guardians during the differentiation period.
He was not so defeated by the rumors, but he also hated his dirty jokes being circulated in the alpha group.
As if he were an object to satisfy male fantasies.
Unpleasant.
It was also with this in mind that Anna and Dr. Lin from the "Voice of the Night" community unanimously decided to blur his gender identity to the outside world.
On the one hand, it is to maintain the mystery of the driver.
On the other hand, it also prevents people from doing bad things secretly and engaging in unfair competition.
A terrible incident once happened. Put drugs in the omega pilot's water cup, and then throw him into the alpha pilot's locker room.
Although the perpetrator of the crime was sentenced after many appeals, the Omega driver also suffered from severe stress disorder, completely withdrew from the circle, and ruined his career.
The reason why Bai Ling could get close to Yu Chen without any hesitation was because the old guy followed the rules and had a bottom line.
As for those other alphas, he always kept a psychological distance.
Bai Ling jumped off the rattlesnake and prepared to give the little girl a beautiful wax treatment. Lu Xun flipped through the schedule information and said in surprise:
"The organizing committee just came out to explain that there was a bug in the system allocation, and now it has been reallocated. We are actually in the same group, that's great—"
The words suddenly changed when they reached his lips, Hey, wait! Wouldn't he be the unlucky one?
In a group of 50 people, only 10 can qualify, with an elimination rate of 80%. Even if there is one more strong enemy, the winning rate will drop a lot.
Lu Xun suddenly felt a sense of crisis and immediately prepared to invest a large amount of money to quickly upgrade his hardware equipment.
Bai Ling came over with the bucket and glanced at the interface of the supplies manufacturer projected on his virtual screen. They were selling all-in-one combat uniforms.
Behind each item, there is a staggering number of zeros, and each one is worth at least three or four hundred thousand.
——Equipment that only rich young masters can afford.
Seeing him staring, Lu Xun asked in a friendly manner, "Whose manufacturer is your combat uniform from?"
Bai Ling: "I don't wear that."
Lu Xun was surprised and said, "But fighting matches consume a lot of energy and power. A fight often lasts for an hour without interruption. The temperature in the cabin is high and the heat dissipation is poor. If you connect the mental interface without wearing combat uniforms, it is easy to get a brain heat and faint."
Bai Ling certainly knew this.
When he was in the Deep Space Mecha Corps, he had regular combat uniforms issued by the army. Later, I escaped and started my own business. Since I couldn't afford combat clothes, I forced myself to adapt to the temperature of the cockpit.
Adapting to the environment is also an evolutionary strategy.
He did not feel hardship, but instead convinced himself that he was proud of it.
Lu Xun asked tentatively: "Are you... short of money?"
Seeing Bai Ling's cold expression, he immediately added awkwardly: "Well, I don't mean anything else. I just want to say that if you really can't find a sponsor, I can also sponsor you... well, in the name of a friend."
"Otherwise..." Lu Xun glanced at Bai Ling's delicate chin and kindly reminded, "When the competition starts, everyone will be wearing combat uniforms, and you will be very conspicuous in your casual clothes."
Everyone else has it, but you don't.
It's a bit...disparaging.
"Isn't that better?" Bai Ling boarded the cabin, held the door with one hand, turned his body sideways, and the smooth lines of his back and waist made people's eyes vibrate. His eyes were cold, he looked down and said:
"Let them all point their cameras at me, so that they will remember for the rest of their lives who they lost to."
Lu Xun lowered his head and covered his face.
Help... I really want to turn into a ladder!
At the same time, the intranet information of the artificial intelligence machine is being transmitted.
[Rattlesnake]: How many human coins does the combat uniform cost?
[Ptolemy]: OvO Why are you asking that, girl.
[Rattlesnake]: =v=I want to buy it.
[Ptolemy]: This is easy. Just turn on the light for the sponsor. For example, my Master's nemesis, a sponsor, bought him a box of combat uniforms based on his hip circumference, but Master tore them all open while standing on a bench and stuffed the clothes into the sponsor's mouth.
[Rattlesnake]: Excuse me, where can I find this creature called "Sponsor"?
[Ptolemy]: Emmm, how about we hold up a sign and ask everyone one by one?
[Rattlesnake]: =v=Promotion?
[Ptolemy]: OvO push (qiang) sell (mai)!
Forced sell.
very good. Rattler added new content to his voice library.
·
After coming out of the exhibition hall, it was just past noon, and Bai Ling went to the flea market for a stroll.
When he took out the radio from his bag, a group of stall owners waved their hands:
"Go away, go away. We don't sell parts for this thing here."
When asked about the reason, the stall owners were very secretive. They said perfunctorily that there was no market for the old-fashioned interstellar radios, while they glanced at the market entrance intentionally or unintentionally.
Bai Ling followed their gaze and saw two plainclothes secret police standing there in a nonchalant manner.
Generally speaking, a flea market full of shabby goods is not worth a visit by undercover police.
However, when the old empire collapsed, it left behind rich public property, which was sold many times.
For example, the free sky bus at the star port, the vast ocean of books, or... the various historical records left over from the reign of Isuparaiso.
The last type, in particular, is the target of severe punishment by the tyrannical authorities.
All positive texts about the "dictator" Isupareso must not appear in the public domain.
The same goes for sound.
"Well, you know... In the last century, many families used this kind of multifunctional radio to record. Maybe there were illegal items stored in it," a stall owner saw Bai Ling standing there and was forced to remind him in a low voice, "I have nothing more to say. I can't say more. It will cause trouble."
Bai Ling asked coldly: "What if I offer a high price?"
Several stall owners were visibly hesitant. The businessmen put profits first, but thinking about how difficult the secret police were to deal with, they did not dare to cross the yellow line and shook their heads and walked aside.
Bai Ling held the radio, his face calm, but his fingertips were clenched together.
When passing the secret police, he was forced to keep a low profile, lower his eyes, and cover the radio with his coat.
As if it was something shameful and scary.
He came to the street and saw many abandoned telephone poles. He remembered that a long time ago, these poles were tied with virtual screens and speakers, which broadcast the pheromone concentration nearby at any time to remind residents to travel during off-peak hours.
Every evening, CCTV news reporters would report the battle results passionately.
Today we will defeat the Insect Planet step by step, and tomorrow we will force the Mammal Federation to sign an unequal import treaty.
The glory of the empire scrolled across the bottom of the screen, and everyone passing by couldn't help but stop and watch, feeling a natural sense of pride and satisfaction.
Glory, victory, interstellar supremacy...
Similar words keep appearing repeatedly.
Isoparaiso's reputation suddenly reached its peak.
People don't know what he looks like or what he says. They can only hear the mechanical voice of AI reading out recent policies on his behalf, which in turn creates all kinds of associations in their minds.
Sometimes it is admiration, but more often it is the mystery and fear of the unknown and huge state machine.
So much so that when the older generation hear the reporter's opening remarks, they will put down what they are doing and stand in awe as a conditioned response.
The reporter ended his speech with a well-trained voice and emotion: "That's all for tonight's news. I wish you good health, longevity and a happy mood..."
Every time this happens, the young bird will rub its eyes, stand up from in front of the TV at the rescue center, kick its numb legs, and prepare to brush its teeth and go to bed.
Although the official language used by the Empire and the Milky Way is the same, there are still significant differences in accents.
The young birds who have just arrived at Empire will watch the program, read aloud one sentence at a time, and correct their own pronunciation.
He also imitated the announcer's tone, brushing his teeth and mumbling with bubbles:
"I wish you good health, longevity and a happy mood."
Bai Ling suddenly stopped recalling. That voice... the announcer's signature accent, he seemed to have heard it somewhere recently.
He turned around, the north wind swirled and confused his velvety eyelashes, and the huge sculpture stood quietly at the end of his sight with the gray sky as its background.
The north wind blew away the scarf that Yu Chen had tied for him.
Bai Ling clenched his palms, his heart gripped by a huge sense of loss and humiliation.
...It's that homeless guy.
·
After returning to the palace, I was distracted by the whole afternoon's "Ode Etiquette Class".
Bai Ling lay on the table, his head resting on his forearm, flipping through the maintenance list absentmindedly.
The list was five pages long. He switched back and forth again, staring at the lonely "Old Thing" on the last page. Finally, with shaking fingers, he moved him to the first position on the first page.
Then I put the terminal on the table and didn't want to care about it anymore.
After class, Bai Ling grabbed the strap of her bag and walked out.
"Hey, you little bird, what's wrong with you?" Sava chased him, nudged him with his knee, grabbed his shoulder and stretched his head to look at his cold face, gossiping:
"Why, your guardian didn't satisfy you?"
Bai Ling: “…”
Sometimes I really want to stuff this stinky chicken's head into the toilet and see what kind of dirty stuff is inside.
Sava was like a curious baby, asking questions non-stop: "Fuck, this dress doesn't look like yours, how far have you two progressed, has your belly moved recently, what does your guardian look like?"
Bai Ling finally stopped and said to him impatiently, "Big 1."
Sava: “????”
"You just treat me perfunctorily, you stinky bird!"
Sava forced himself to go back with him arm in arm. The stinky little bird was well behaved tonight. It ate quietly and did its homework quietly. Its expression was flawless and it was more stable than a water tower that had just been covered with cement.
Savoy couldn't get the truth out of him, so he gave up and scolded him, "You are not sincere to your brothers at all."
Bai Ling came over and knocked his head with an empty plastic basin, saying unhappily, "Didn't I tell you?"
Sava looked unconvinced: "Is it really the big one?"
"what?"
"You have such a bad temper and you always push your nose in my face. Who can stand it?" Sava folded his arms and concluded, "I don't believe it."
"If you don't want to believe it, forget it." Bai Ling was also inexplicably angry. It was a rare occasion for him to tell the truth.
The two of them were so angry that they ignored each other, and the atmosphere in the dormitory became much more depressing.
Bai Ling originally wanted to go find Yu Chen in the evening, but after what happened in the afternoon, he felt tired and didn't want to go anymore.
He hid the radio under the bed, lay on the bed, staring at the low gray ceiling without blinking, and found it difficult to fall asleep.
Perhaps the curse of omega's emotional sensitivity during the differentiation period came true under the gentle catalysis of the mermaid.
Close your eyes, and a chaotic picture flashes through your mind, like a broken TV with jumping channels, from a radio with distorted sound to the bitter smile on the lips of a homeless man, and flashes through the national will that has gone from being extremely powerful to decadent and declining...
In the end, only a blank space is left.
Something invisible was pressing on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
Panic, loss, anxiety about gain and loss...
The unconscious Isoparaiso, the mermaid saying sorry to him...
As soon as Bai Ling closed his eyes, what appeared before his eyes was the sculpture that had been blown beyond recognition.
He suddenly sat up from the bed, his chest heaving violently. He looked around in panic, then suddenly threw back the quilt, grabbed the heavy coat, put it on his shoulders, and walked out heavily.
The dormitory door slammed shut. Sava sat up from the upper bunk, drew aside the curtain and looked at the empty bed, and immediately began to feel something was wrong.
This stinky bird runs away too often!
It’s so high, it seems like he was in a hurry to lay eggs and build a nest just like before...can’t bear it?
In the bedroom——
When the little robot saw the mechanical bird, its camera lit up and it told him:
"The master is busy in the study and may not come out for a while. Do you want to wash up and wait for him in the bedroom?"
"No, I'll wait here." Bai Ling refused indifferently.
But the colder his tone became, the more he couldn't suppress the panic in his heart.
He folded his arms, bit his nails anxiously, paced back and forth beside the sofa, and finally stopped at the door of the study.
At this moment, he wanted very much to kick the door open, hug the mermaid from the back, put his arms around her waist, and then have her neck grasped by her bulging hands and press her hard on the desk.
This comforts his anxiety and proves that...
Prove that guy still has the power to fight back...
Half an hour later, the door finally opened.
Yu Chen had just hung up the phone, his eyes slightly closed, he rubbed his temples tiredly and tensely, the jeweled ring on his evenly symmetrical pale finger bones shone dimly.
He was not in a good condition tonight. He couldn't suppress the madness in his heart. He licked his fangs several times, trying to bite through something.
I'm afraid it's not suitable for meeting guests.
However, as soon as the door opened, a dry and damp smell hit me in the face.
The bird was clinging to the door frame, every nerve in its body was tense, and its eyes were staring at him coldly. As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice became hoarse:
"Sleep with me."
Yu Chen turned around in his chair, suppressing the fire in his eyes that was about to darken, and said:
“Not today, bird.”
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