Marshal's Mansion.

Ruian jumped skillfully from the floating self-driving car and walked into the gate openly.

The guards did not look sideways, as if they were blind and did not see them.

When Ruian completely disappeared from the corner of the stairs and his mental power was eliminated, the guard suddenly woke up, looked around and touched his head in a confused manner.

I always feel like... someone passed by here just now.

Ruian ran back to the bedroom quietly and quietly pushed open the door.

There was no one inside the house.

He closed the door with his backhand, took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, picked up the brain that Chu Yuwen gave him, and turned on the dress-up game.

Five billion pieces of clothes were enough for him to play until Chu Yuwen came back.

Ruian played for an hour and finally passed the ninth level.

Passed the score.

It was incompatible with the eight gates in front of Chu Yuwen's evaluation of "perfection".

Obsessive-compulsive disorder made Ryan want to change the score to perfect based on the system's clearance matching.

After he saw the effect of matching according to the system's recommendation for clearance, he immediately clicked to exit.

His eyes were frightened.

Ruian quit the game and started to browse the Star Network bored.

At six o'clock in the evening, Ryan was a little hungry.

Omega's delicate stomach can't stand hunger.

The robot Ailly appeared in time: "Madam, it's time to go to the fourth floor for dinner! It's a beautiful Chinese meal tonight."

Ryan showed an inspiring expression, quickly calmed down again, shook his head: "No, I want to wait for the gentleman to come back to have a meal together."

Ailly:(⊙o⊙)

This surprised expression indicates that he does not know how to deal with this situation.

He tried, "But, the marshal told him that he would come back very late, Madam, you need to eat, or you will be hungry."

Ryan said firmly: "It's okay. I'll wait for the gentleman to come back."

Ailly said at a loss: "But, but..." He didn't know what to say, the program did not set how he should deal with this emergencies. Ailly showed a frustrated look on the electronic screen: (T︿T)

"I'll go find Lord Joel." Ellie murmured, "Sir Joel, what should I do? Madam refuses to eat..." Ellie rolled downstairs quickly on four wheels.

Ryan: “…”

I really want to dismantle this machine.

When they set up the program of this machine, did they not tell Ali at all that he was taking care of a seventeen-year-old boy, rather than a seven-month-old baby?

Ryan lowered his head and continued to play with his brain.

Although he didn't want to stay with Chu Yuwen at all, he had to find an opportunity to get along with Chu Yuwen.

Chu Yuwen now treats him more as a decoration object, a person who is very suspicious and needs to be placed at home to watch. Chu Yuwen is very gentle to him, but he has only a handful of time with him in the past two days. Except for spending half a day with him to visit the entire imperial capital at the beginning, he has never paid attention to him since then.

Leaving him alone at home is like stocking.

Even if you have little contact, how can you cultivate feelings? How can you talk about confronting your heart?

He had to create the illusion that he was very attached to Chu Yuwen, and he could not even eat without Chu Yuwen.

This allows Chu Yuwen to spend more time with him.

"Ququ——"

"Come in."

The housekeeper Joel stood at the door and said gently: "Madam, you should go for dinner."

Ryan said, "I said, I want to wait for the gentleman to come back."

"The Marshal has already used dinner in the military headquarters." Joel said.

Ryan lowered his head, his voice stubbornly: "It's okay, I just don't want to eat alone. I can wait."

Joel politely said: "Maids can accompany you."

Ryan felt quite aggrieved: "But I just want sir."

This soft and tough attitude surprised Joel for a moment. This Omega seemed to care about the Marshal.

Is it because of the estrus?

O has a natural attachment. This Omega has just been marked for a while, and it is the most sensitive and fragile period. It is reasonable to never see his alpha, and it is easy to become anxious.

Joel bowed and said, "Okay, Marshal is back at about nine o'clock tonight." Jingjing retreated.

The room became quiet again.

Ruian touched his hungry belly and clicked on a food broadcast in the StarNet food area.

There is a word called "Looking at the plum blossoms to quench thirst and painting cakes to satisfy your hunger. If you can't eat it in your mouth, you can satisfy your cravings when you look at it.

In the interstellar era, live broadcasts are still popular. Some people broadcast mecha battles, some people broadcast live singing and dancing, and there are also curious live broadcasts of hand-killing Zerg... There are many types of live broadcast content and endless variety, and food broadcasts are the most popular one.

Especially for people who can only use nutrient solution to satisfy their hunger in the middle and lower areas, it is a pleasure to be able to eat all kinds of foods that people in the middle and lower areas.

People in the upper third district are happy to share their lives. They travel to the alien system, eat various space delicacies, always take a photo to post it online, or simply start a live broadcast. People in the other six districts will always see the rich lives that do not belong to them online.

Will you feel imbalanced? Of course.

But the gap is too big, so I can only accept my fate.

Some people seem to be born to accept their ordinary background and mediocre destiny, while others are constantly fighting.

When you are born together, you will always have different choices.

Ruian clicked into a live broadcast room of the anchor with the ID of "Big Eater Gum". He saw a middle-aged man with a fat heart, probably a wealthy businessman living in the third district. He was wearing ten smooth grilled suckling pigs in front of him. He tore off an elbow and put it on a large mouthful, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it whole, and ate it red.

Ryan frowned slightly.

waste.

He quit and clicked on another food broadcast called "Miss Rhine, a lady from the capital". The blonde girl in a Victorian retro dress was sitting elegantly on the European sofa and drinking afternoon tea - although Ryan didn't understand why she had to drink afternoon tea in the evening, it was indeed the dish that the ancient European aristocrats should have.

The girl dignified and reservedly used a fork to raise a piece of French bread. The size that could be swallowed in one bite was divided into ten mouthfuls, and she wished she could break it into more than ten pieces to show her small stomach.

He retreated out of interest.

hypocritical.

Ruian found another id: "Nutrition Master". There was an irreversible pattern inside. Perhaps the man living in the sixth district was pouring nutrient solution of different flavors into the same cup: "Dear audience, everyone, please watch it. What kind of flavor will the nutrient solution of watermelon, lemon, pepper, and mustard flavor beetle, mix it together? I'll perform one for you." As he said that, he raised his neck and drank it all, foamed at the mouth in an instant, and fell on the ground to twitch, "toxic--"

Ryan looked at him expressionlessly. He knew that the nutrient solution had no smell at all, and the man's performance was just a sensationalist.

Sure enough, the man stood up again after three seconds and said with a smile: "Have you deceived everyone just now? If you were cheated, give me a yacht, otherwise you can give me a thumbs up."

Life is not easy, it all depends on acting.

Ryan retreated silently.

vulgar.

These food broadcasts are not as pleasing as Chu Yuwen’s actions to enjoy Western food.

Ruian didn't expect to enter a live broadcast room where almost no one watched it.

This live broadcast room is very quiet, and the anchor almost doesn't speak. Instead, the barrage is very enthusiastic, and they are all browsing: "Anchor 666": "The anchor is so handsome": "I found a treasured little brother": "Fortunately I clicked in"...

This is probably a new anchor with no fan base at all, so he is dissatisfied.

In the picture, there is a handsome silver-haired young man who is cutting through the hard shell of the Zerg corpse with a dagger, revealing the tender and white flesh inside.

He skewed the meat with a string of dead branches and roasted it on the fire. The snow-white worm meat was quickly roasted and the fragrance seemed to float out of the screen.

The barrage is calling hardcore food broadcasts.

Ryan raised his spirit.

interesting.

It is now 8:30 pm, and the night is dark. The young man is sitting on a stone, and the bonfire illuminates the corner of his body, reflecting a desolate behind him.

The background seems to be in some abandoned factory...or desolate ruins.

The young man didn't speak, just flipped the barbecue silently. The smoke-gray eyes looked very beautiful.

The barrage began to float: "Why doesn't the anchor say anything?": "The anchor says something."

The silver-haired young man saw the barrage and pursed his lips, as if he wanted to speak, but he didn't say anything.

When facing the camera, I dodge a little, probably because I am introverted.

Someone browsed the barrage: "Anchor, if you say something, I will smash a rocket with you."

A rocket is equivalent to one thousand star coins.
To be continued...