The Zerg's Rebellious Male is Bai Yueguang

Chapter 19 Banquet⑶

I don't know where the other boys went.

Qingya curled up in the small sofa, his round black eyes turning from time to time as he observed his surroundings.

Well, actually, it feels like the Zerg here don’t look that different from humans… They’re a little different from what I saw at the border… Is it because of racial differences?

But they are all so tall...

Looking at the figures coming and going, some thin and slender and some strong and tall, Qingya silently retracted his legs.

How can you be so tall? QAQ

He lowered his head, just enough to avoid some inquiring gazes.

There were bugs sitting in the corner whispering:

"That young lord seems to really dislike this kind of occasion..."

"Haven't you heard about it? That young gentleman doesn't seem to like to talk..."

"What? You're just too lazy to bother with us, okay?"

"…That's not right. Why did I hear that he couldn't communicate with us?"

"?What's the meaning?"

A sub-female quietly glanced around, then approached a few insects and said in a low voice, "I heard that he came out from some unknown corner and happened to be kidnapped by a kidnapper and came to us. It's hard to say whether he is a citizen of the Empire..."

Several insects opened their eyes wide, grabbed him and asked:

"How do you know? Is this information accurate?"

"Hey, don't worry about how I know this. Anyway, this news is probably 70% true."

"No wonder, he has black hair and black eyes, but his skin is so white... He seems to be a little taller than the other gentlemen..."

The black-haired boy who was being talked about quietly turned on his new computer.

Although the funds were allocated to me by my superiors, it still felt a bit hot to handle.

He shook his head slowly.

This country is really strange.

Are everyone from top to bottom being taken advantage of?

But when Qingya thought of what Mei Jiang had told him before she left, he felt more uneasy.

Nothing is free in this world.

If Qingya accepted it, he would have to pay something.

But what can he do for them now?

How did Mei Jiang do it?

The long-haired young man didn't want to take the money for nothing, so he returned all the refundable male insect benefits and went to a certain crew to be the leading actor, and that crew seemed to be quite poor?

Qingya felt that the only remarkable thing about him was his cooking skills.

Well, he had to find a way to make money.

After the page finished loading, Qingya casually flipped through the hot searches.

These days he has been spending most of his time learning Zerg literature and has rarely read the Starnet (mainly because he can't understand it). Now he plans to look for any job advertisements.

However, a page that he swiped past instantly attracted his attention. His fingertips paused suddenly, and then he quickly swiped back to that page.

Qingya's pupils dilated slightly.

On the screen, the young man in white with black hair and black eyes turned his head to the side, his expression indifferent and even a little cold, and stood outside the chaotic swarm of insects.

Maybe it was because he stared at him for too long, but Qingya felt that his eyes looked a little empty.

The two soft lips moved a few times, Qingya sniffed and blinked away the moisture in his eyes.

"Brother Yi, you are here."

How have you been recently? Are you afraid of being alone? Have you been wronged? Otherwise, why would you show such an expression?

After staring at it blankly for a while and realizing that he didn't quite understand the content of the article, Qingya frowned for a rare moment and clicked on the collection button.

He thought carefully about how to spell the word "Fei Yi" in Zerg, but unfortunately found that he didn't know how to spell it.

Alright alright.

He pounded his head in frustration.

Qingya tried to find more content about Fei Yi in related searches, but apart from a few articles that were completely incomprehensible and a bunch of beautiful photos of Fei Yi, he couldn't find much useful information.

The little boy put down his laptop dejectedly.

He really is a fool.

I looked up and saw that the performance on the stage was not even halfway through, and the hall was full of Zergs in fancy clothes chatting with each other.

Qingya suddenly felt a little breathless.

He closed his eyes and took three deep breaths, then opened his eyes and sent a message on the computer to a user whose avatar was a purple QQ man.

[Ami, I, go out, garden, breathe.]

A reply came back quickly:

[Well, don't run around.]

Qingya pinched the outer shell of the laptop, stood up, and slipped out of the hall with his back against the wall.

Huhu, no matter what, he wants to run away!

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No way, he doesn't even know the way, why is he running?

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After realizing that he seemed lost because the garden was too big, Qingya's legs went limp and he sat down on the small swing next to the flower tree in a daze.

what.

How can someone be so unlucky?

He just came out to get some fresh air.

Qingya exhaled weakly, pounded his calf, and whispered: "Yaya, you idiot, why are you so unlucky————"

"Clap."

"Ow!"

Suddenly something slid down from the tree and hit him on the head. It didn't hurt, but it scared him.

Qingya held his head, sat on the swing, and raised his head depressedly.

A piece of clothing with white and gold colors flashed before his eyes.

The blue-purple flower trees stood quietly, their petals and leaves rustling in the wind.

On the horizontal section of the thick branch, a figure who was half lying lazily with his hands behind his head moved. His thick and smooth dark blue hair was wrapped around his arms, wrists, neck and shoulders, and a few strands of hair fell down as he tilted his head slightly.

"Hey……"

The flowers and leaves that covered his face were gently pushed aside.

The "person" turned his sky-blue eyes, moved his lips, and the petals that fell on them were gently blown away.

Qingya tilted his head and looked at him blankly.

He narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his rosy lips and smiled.

"Hey, where's this kid from?"

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"So, you're lost?"

Qingya hugged her knees, pursed her lips and nodded obediently.

The young man sitting next to him nodded his lips and tilted his head to look at him: "Well, may I ask if this young lord needs me to show you the way?"

The black-haired boy froze for some reason, and shook his head with a red face: "No, no thanks, you, you can just show me the way, that's all, thank you."

"Is that so..." The young man seemed a little regretful, and he spread his hands, "Okay."

Then he pointed and said, "Go straight ahead from here and you can actually get out. But that's the side door of the hall. You can ask the guard to take you in."

Qingya: “Okay…”

He couldn't help but stealthily glance at the person beside him. When his gaze was caught, he hurriedly looked away, blushing from his face to the base of his neck.

The young man laughed: "Your Excellency doesn't seem to like me getting too close to you? Sorry, I'll leave now."

Qingya quickly shook his head and stammered, "No, no! You..."

He raised his head, his bright black eyes wide open: "It's my own problem! You are very good, thank you for your help!"

The young man lowered his eyes, glanced at his cheek, and quickly retracted them politely: "You are very cute, my Excellency. It is my honor to help you."

He straightened his white and gold robe and stood up.

"Then I will go first. Good night, sir."

After saying this, he curved his lips, nodded slightly, and was about to turn around.

Qingya quickly jumped off the swing: "Um, please wait a moment!"

"Ok?"

The young man turned around in surprise.

Qingya held up a small object: "This, you forgot!"

In the boy's white and tender palm was a small grass ring, which had faded and had some frayed edges, and looked a little old.

The young man was silent for a while, then smiled again: "Ah, thank you, sir, I almost forgot."

He took the grass ring from Qingya's hand and put it on his index finger.

Qingya watched him lower his head and rub the ring. The expression on his face, which was hidden from the light, was a little unclear. Then he said softly, "Well, goodbye, young sir. I wish you a good dream tonight."

The young man turned and walked away, his white and gold robe blown up by the night wind.

Qingya looked at his back in a daze.

Ah, I don’t seem to know his name yet.

However, he is wearing such expensive clothes, he must be a noble?

Then it should be easy to recognize it when walking on the street, right?

And that face doesn't look like the average person...

After standing there for a while, Qingya suddenly slapped his face.

Aa ...

He didn’t even know him in the first place!

After hiding the strange feeling of loss in his heart, Qingya took a deep breath and walked in the direction the young man pointed to.

As I walked, I was thinking about all sorts of things in my mind.

The young man just now actually knows how to use a translator.