Coming to the Zerg: I ​​started as a useless male Zerg

I saw Zhu Yan's expression change from confusion to thought.

Then from sudden enlightenment to shock.

It seemed that he had finally guessed his identity.

YaFei: "Mr. Zhuyan, I think you should recognize me now."

Zhu Yan nodded.

I recognized it...

Zhu Yan was at a loss, and hurriedly imitated Jing Jian and Lan Qing, bowing to the elegantly seated sub-female in front of him.

How do they do that? Is that right?

Zhu Yan recalled that although most of it was blocked by Fuserson, it should be like this, right?

(?9?5?9?3?9?5?7?2)

……

Looking at Zhu Yan who suddenly saluted her, the corners of Yamu's smiling mouth became a little stiff.

Fussen covered his eyes.

Lan Qing and Jing Jian behind him also slapped their foreheads.

Forgot! My little hero didn't know that he didn't have to bow.

……

Wait until everyone is seated in the office.

The monarch then spoke: "I knew that even though I hid my whereabouts, I wouldn't be able to keep it secret for long."

Fussen was somewhat helpless: "Brother, you could have informed me in advance..."

This "raid" is really scary.

The monarch said: "Didn't you find me just in time? And you, on the other hand, dropped your work in a hurry to come here. Will you be okay?"

Forserson shook his head: "My cub is at home these days, so it's not a big deal for me to leave."

When they said this, both Fusson and the monarch subconsciously glanced at Zhu Yan who was sitting upright next to them.

Bamboo inkstone:?

what happened?

Fuserson continued the previous topic: "Brother, you came here suddenly this time, is there something wrong?"

The monarch nodded: "I do have something to say, but I would like to speak to Lord Zhu Yan alone."

Zhu Yan:?!

What? Talk to me alone?

If Zhu Yan hadn't known his identity just now, he would have agreed directly.

But the problem is that now that he knows it, Zhu Yan is so nervous that he doesn't know what to do with his hands and feet, let alone the so-called private chat.

Jing Jian also understood this. In fact, he could tell from the nervousness of his little hero just by looking at him.

Jing Jian: "My Lord, my little hero..."

The monarch raised his hand and interrupted Jing Jian: "You should trust His Excellency Zhu Yan."

Jing Jian: "..."

I really can't believe it at all.

Finally, at the monarch's insistence, Fussen took Lan Qing, Jing Jian and others and left the office.

Zhu Yan:?!

Are you leaving now?

Won’t you save me?

Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

As the office door was closed, only Zhu Yan and Jun were left in the room.

Zhu Yan trembled and dared not speak.

The monarch smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, Your Excellency Zhu Yan."

Zhuyan: ...

Does this mean that you can just not be nervous?

Monarch: "I learned some time ago that the Yueli family wants you to return home because it is too unsafe for a male insect to stay among female insects."

You're just worrying about nothing. He's so good at fighting despite his size.

Anyone with a normal brain would never think about the male insect, right?

Zhu Yan scratched his head, he didn't know how to answer.

Because he doesn't want to go back for the time being.

Seeing Zhu Yan's reluctance, the monarch changed his words in time: "But I'm not here to ask about that. What I want to talk to Your Excellency Zhu Yan about is your son's affairs."

Zaizai?

Zhu Yan became alert instantly.

Which one? Lanzhi? Rand?

Or...Jian Yu?

"Come to think of it, you've seen this kid before." The monarch took a sip of juice and said, "In the game."

Zhu Yan: Jian Yu! My dear child!!

The monarch took Zhu Yan's reaction in his eyes and said, "This little fellow, when he was a few years old, realized that he was not Dona's biological child (because he didn't look alike)."

"Donna was also very generous in admitting this, saying that he was a teammate's posthumous child. Seeing that the little guy was all alone and pitiful, Donna chose to raise him."

Zhuyan: ...

What the hell is this posthumous child? That’s my sweet boy!

Monarch: "This reason temporarily appeased the little guy, but unexpectedly, when he was a teenager, he relied on those fragmentary information to deduce that 'he might be your cub.'"