Chapter 19 Hate "What do you like..."
For Vison, reading days were always easy.
What teacher wouldn't like a student who is both talented and hardworking?
Not only that, he's also good-looking and willing to let others copy his homework.
So even though he was taciturn, his classmates all liked him.
This was true when I was a human, and it's true now that I'm an insect.
No, it's even better.
Because he is now a male insect, and a young SS male insect with great influence, coveted by countless female insects, not to mention he has a face that makes insects feel very happy at first glance.
So when he entered the mechanical engineering major, which had virtually no male insects, it was like cold water going into a hot pot, causing a huge uproar and making him famous overnight.
Many insects maliciously speculated that this gentleman might be here to collect a few female insects with strong family backgrounds who suited his taste.
After all, the First Military Academy's Mechanical Engineering Department has extremely strict admission requirements for female insects, and the cost of training them is very high.
This resulted in every young female insect who could enter the academy being talented and from a good family, with a promising future and the prospect of joining the empire's top legions upon graduation, such as the First Legion led by General Febus, which countless insects wanted to join.
Such a young and promising female insect, if you meet someone you like, wouldn't it be great to take her in as a female servant or female slave?
They could also gain their wealth and the support of their families in one fell swoop, making it a sure-fire way to make money.
In the past, the few male insects that entered the mechanical system all had this idea.
This isn't just something the male insect likes; most of the female insects in the mechanical type also like it.
Your Excellency the Male Insect is a treasure of the Empire, a rare and precious existence.
Normally, it takes a lot of military merit to earn the chance to date the male insect, but now there's plenty of time to spend with him in a room! Although this room is a large classroom, there's also the opportunity to team up with him to complete group assignments!
The saying "being near the water tower, one gets the moon first" perfectly illustrates this point.
Moreover, most of the male insects that can enter the Mechanical Engineering Department of the First Military Academy are of a relatively high level.
After all, in order to maintain its status, the First Military Academy will give male insects some leeway in the admission process, but it will not give them free rein. Sufficient mental strength is still required to control the machine.
They will also consider the male insect's character and family background.
Most females find it impossible to refuse a young, high-ranking male with good character and family background.
If we can take advantage of the male insect's relatively naive nature and coax him into agreeing to the position of female ruler, then that would be ideal.
Otherwise, choosing a good male insect to serve as his female, and then having the opportunity to have children of her own based on the friendship that started in school, would not be bad.
Thus, it became an unspoken agreement between the two parties, a mutually beneficial arrangement that had been in place for many years.
Although there are male insects that are only interested in machines and female insects that are completely uninterested in such things, their numbers are so small that they can be almost ignored.
So when Vison enrolled in the Mechanical Engineering department, they naturally assumed that he was the same.
Anyway, ever since the rumors started, the entire First Military Academy has been in turmoil. It's gotten so bad that if you just wander around the campus at any time, you can hear several groups of insects discussing this handsome SS male insect.
Not only the female soldiers from the Mechanical Engineering Department, but also those from other departments were all eager to show off their skills in front of Vison.
Every insect desires to hold this beautiful and noble SS-class male insect in its palm.
Things quickly escalated to the point that when Vincent stepped into the classroom, he was greeted by a desk overflowing with gifts, love letters of various colors, and faces full of expectation and flattery.
Vison's expression remained unchanged. He walked around the table that was rightfully his and sat on another empty table, his handsome face radiating endless indifference.
He rejected all insects' advances, and he didn't talk to other insects, or even his fellow male insects.
He was like an isolated island.
An isolated island that insects yearn for but cannot reach.
Visen delivered a resounding slap to the face of those who maliciously speculated that he had come to find a female insect.
He possessed a talent for mechanics that amazed his professors.
Diligent and eager to learn, with strong mental fortitude as his support, the machines he creates are always the most perfect and efficient in the department, surpassing all other insects, whether female or male. Any mechanical problem seems to be easily solved in his skillful hands.
Less than three months later, Visabain, the most famous mechanical professor at the First Military Academy and the "Father of Mechanics" whose reputation resounded throughout the empire, publicly announced that he had recognized Visen as his last disciple.
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"Teacher, why did you tell everyone? The media are here again." Vison walked in, looking travel-worn and disheveled, clearly having just gone through a "battle".
The elderly man, with his white hair but vigorous spirit, chuckled as he repaired the mechanical arm in his hand, "Isn't this to prevent you from running away? And this way, no insect will dare to bully you."
“You’re joking.” Vinson shook his head, deftly took off his coat, put on gloves, and took the mechanical arm from his hands. He was completely absorbed in the machine, oblivious to the changes in the outside world. “I’ll do it. I finished modifying that new device last night…”
Visabain took a low stool and sat down to watch him repair it.
Visabai never expected that at his age he would want to take on a disciple, especially since this guy was an extremely famous SS-class male insect, someone the empire wished it could protect with a shield.
This kid is just too talented. He has even stronger mental strength and high comprehension. He's practically a born mechanic.
In their line of work, talent and mental strength are the most important. If you don't have the talent, then no matter how hard you try, it's useless. It's cruel and realistic.
The same applies to mental strength; the higher the level of machinery, the higher the mental strength of the maker must be to create it.
When he accepted Lord Vison as his disciple, he was worried about his male insect identity and was prepared for the possibility that the guy might be willful and arrogant or look down on insects. He even gave him a serious talking-to, telling him that once he entered his door, he would treat both male and female insects equally strictly.
But I never expected that after all this time, this guy would not only be talented and insightful, but also humble, eager to learn, and diligent.
He was always the first to arrive at the machine room every day. His eyes held a pure love for machinery. He had a good personality; he appeared aloof and noble, but he never looked down on insects. He was generous and proper, though he was a man of few words.
Visaba looked at him, his eyes filled with satisfaction.
He was wounded on the battlefield when he was young and could no longer have children. Vison truly treated him like his own child.
"Look, it's become a bit more flexible."
After much effort, Vison finally finished modifying the robotic arm and smiled with some satisfaction as he handed it to Visaba.
"Let me see, let me see." Visabai eagerly took it and examined it carefully, praising it repeatedly, "Not bad, not bad, this little device is excellent. We'll test it with some insects and test its resistance. If there are no problems, it can be used on a large scale. This will greatly increase the flexibility of the mecha's arm. You're truly a worthy kid."
"Um."
Vison responded and resumed drawing mechanical diagrams; he had just had a new inspiration during the modification process.
Visabain was pleased to see that Visen seemed to spend almost 24 hours a day in the machine room, like a little old man. However, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"You spent almost half a month making this device, shouldn't we have a proper celebration?"
"You can't just stay cooped up in the machine room all day. Look at other people your age, they probably already have baby bugs, or at the very least, they have female servants. You're all alone, with no bugs to take care of you. How can that work?"
Every parent wants the best for their child, and Visaba was no exception.
"No idea," Vincent replied without looking up.
Visabain pressed down on his drawings, preventing him from continuing: "What ideas can you possibly have if you stay in this machine room all day? Tell your teacher what kind you like, and your teacher will introduce some to you."
With a sigh of exasperation, Vinson looked up at Visabai, whose face seemed to say, "I will not give up until you give me a clear answer." He then blurted out, "She is better looking than me, has higher mental strength, a higher military rank, a better family background, and is not a worm."
As soon as Vinson uttered his first point, Visabai knew the kid was definitely trying to trap him: "Who could be better looking than you?"
You also need to have higher mental strength than him. You should know that the standard for replacing the male insect's level with the female insect's level is half a level higher. That is to say, your mental strength must be higher than his. Only female insects of SSS level or above can do this.
Judging from his first two criteria alone, you can't find another one like him in the entire empire.
Oh no, there is one that barely meets the criteria, but that one is just too...
Vison didn't respond; he casually took back the paper and started drawing again.
Visabath, seeing his sullen demeanor, was furious and shook his head angrily before leaving.
After Visabain left, Vissen continued drawing, but he became unusually engrossed in his work.
Someone better looking than him?
How could there not be?
Visen recalled that face from his memory after a long time.
After they broke up, he never thought of him for about half a year. He piled up a lot of mechanical work for himself and was so busy every day that he didn't have time to think about anything else.
He thought he couldn't remember what the man looked like anymore, but when asked what kind of man he liked, the first thing that came to mind was that familiar yet unfamiliar face, and those eyes that were more dazzling than the most expensive ruby in the empire.
Time is a wonderful thing; it can wash everything away, and memories seem to gradually become blurred.
But time is a bad thing; memories that flow by will always invade your brain at some point when you are not prepared.
Just when you think you've completely forgotten, you suddenly remember it clearly every time you're touched by a chance conversation with another insect, and you can even remember the curve of the insect's tail.
Well, no, he lied.
Sometimes when he passes by a fruit shop and smells oranges, he can't help but buy some. While eating them, he thinks of the worm that first gave him the memory of the orange smell.
Then, after waking up in a daze, I forced myself to forget, resisting the urge to go to the neighboring mecha training ground to see that bug, repeatedly deceiving myself that I had never thought about him.
Gradually, I even started to fool myself.
It seems that this is how one can preserve one's last shred of dignity in a utterly defeated struggle, but in reality, it is all in vain.
Like six months ago, he told himself not to like it anymore and deceived himself that he no longer liked it, but it was all in vain.
How despicable!
Vison gripped his pen tightly, only realizing when he came to his senses that he had sketched the outline and eyes of the insect on the unfinished drawing.
His mood immediately plummeted. He picked up the unfinished drawing, examined it closely, and looked gloomy.
After a long while, he reached out with his other hand to tear the paper in half, but in the end he sighed and pressed the unfinished drawing to the bottom.
He admitted that he sometimes thought about that orange, and he admitted that the bullshit appreciation might have been a little bit at first, but in the end, with more and more thoughts of it, he inexplicably developed hatred.
He is despicable.
Even though he hadn't wronged him, and had even saved him, the more frequently he recalled the memories of the cave and the spaceship and the insect, the more he felt that his days were stagnant, gloomy, and lonely.
One day, he dreamed again that he was holding him in his arms, but when he woke up he couldn't touch anything. He felt hatred because he had "abandoned" him.
A note from the author:
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They're just a young couple rushing to each other's aid due to their illnesses (doge)
This is how young couples are these days, all awkward and twisted, like a pretzel. But pretzel tastes weird (not really).
Why did Fei Fei, after having the idea for the previous chapter, not bother Sen Sen for the past six months, and why did she put down a chapter to discuss it?
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It was precisely because I felt so uncomfortable being stuck in this situation that, after thinking about it for a long time, I decided to release the next chapter as well.
At this point, you might be thinking: Author, why didn't you update yesterday?
This shows that people can't even empathize with themselves from last night's dream (they only say what they dreamt about).
Please assume this diligent author updated yesterday! [Sunglasses]
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