law of courtship

After a long time, Song didn't speak anymore, only the bulging veins on the back of his hands proved the suppressed anger in his heart.

The armrest of the chair was chipped by his sharp claws, silently, but undercurrents surged.

Dr. Yu's sentence "They are the treasures of human society" completely angered Song. He didn't think this sentence made sense, and even in his opinion, this statement was extremely absurd.

Zhilan is a living life, not someone's property. Although he is immature and innocent, even a little silly, he should have his own personal rights and subjective wishes, and be able to freely choose his life path.

Instead of being kept in captivity in a research institute, it is used as a reproductive machine for the reproduction of offspring.

Song wants to kill, literally.

Kill those stupid human beings who claim to be merciful and build research institutes to protect rare humanoids, but actually distort the meaning of life and turn the cart before the horse.

The little blue bird is only 19 years old, more delicate than a cherry, and will be forced to leave his homeland and come to this strange continent to complete the so-called breeding task.

His body is so weak that it can be easily broken by a gust of wind. Humans actually want to catalyze his gender, pull the seedlings out of the soil, and place them in the cruel world outside the greenhouse.

"I don't agree with your approach," Song expressed his attitude in a calm tone after exhausting his willpower and self-cultivation.

"Huh?" Dr. Yu closed the file and asked in confusion, "What do you disagree with?"

Song Yanren was scarlet, and said coldly: "Xiaolan can't be locked up in the research institute by you like his parents and lay eggs for the rest of his life."

Dr. Yu saw Song's extreme emotions, and comforted him: "Don't worry, Xiaolan's genetic predisposition test results prove that he has a high probability of becoming an alpha, so he doesn't need to bear the pain of childbearing, that's the responsibility of omega .”

The veins on Song's forehead were throbbing, and he was on the verge of going berserk: "What's the difference? Why can you define such absurd rules as responsibilities?"

Dr. Yu slowed down and persuaded him patiently: "You are also a rare humanoid, why do you think this approach is absurd? The research institute is trying to help them survive, let their offspring survive, so that this species can survive Is it wrong to continue in the world?"

Song took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Big-wrong-special-wrong!"

"A life like Zhilan's parents can't be called 'alive' at all. The institute just regards them as reproductive machines to enrich the genetic museum and species list of primitive humans."

"Unreasonable!" Dr. Yu also lost his temper, arguing with reason: "Protecting rare species is a noble cause, and we have dedicated our lives to it. I will not allow you to slander the lifelong beliefs of me and all researchers."

There seemed to be sparks in the air, ready to ignite. Before the two had a more serious quarrel, the medical staff pushed open the office door and interrupted the unpleasant conversation:

"Doctor, the situation is a bit troublesome, please go and have a look."

Dr. Yu frowned, and immediately got up and followed the doctor out. Song also calmed down instantly, and followed their steps.

In the examination room, Zhi Lan was lying on the hospital bed, covered with various electromagnetic patches for monitoring physiological values, and the large instrument beside the bed hummed dully, but he seemed to be fine, chatting with the nurse beside him:

"Sister, this thing is too cold, do you have a hot water bottle to warm me up?"

"It's okay if you don't have a hot water bottle. Can you pour me a glass of warm water? Thank you."

"How long will it take to post? I haven't eaten breakfast, do you have any biscuits here? I want to put a pad first."

The nurse stared nervously at the value on the instrument, and had no time to pay attention to Little Blue Bird's request, and let him babble on stand-up comedy alone.

Seeing Song coming in from the door, the expression on Zhilan's face became more vivid, the smile extended from the corner of his lips to the end of his eyes, and he sat up excitedly from the hospital bed: "Uncle, haven't you left yet?"

Song walked quickly to the bed with a dark face, and pressed him back on the bed: "Be honest, don't move around."

The doctor handed several forms to Dr. Yu, and quickly reported: "Doctor, the blood and CT results are here. The number of white blood cells and neutrophils is in the normal range. Upper respiratory tract infection and pneumonia have been ruled out. Abdominal color Doppler ultrasound did not reveal any abnormalities. We also checked his lymph nodes all over his body, and there were no symptoms of inflammation."

"No inflammation?" Dr. Yu held the frame of the mirror and carefully reviewed the inspection sheet, and found that Zhi Lan had no signs of other diseases except for mild anemia.

"What's your body temperature?" Dr. Yu rubbed his temples, moved closer, and observed the real-time data on the instrument.

The doctor's expression was quite serious: "38.7 degrees, still rising slowly."

Dr. Yu supported Zhilan's back, helped him up, and asked softly, "Xiaolan, can you feel any discomfort? It's just a little bit different from usual."

Zhi Lan still held on to Song's hand, blinked his eyes and thought about it, and said seriously: "I feel like there is a strange thing behind my neck, jumping non-stop."

Dr. Yu's pupils narrowed sharply, and he was stunned for a long time, as if he had figured out a certain key point, he suddenly showed joy, and turned to the medical staff of the ward:

"The direction of the examination is wrong. It's not a pathological high fever, but a sign of differentiation! Send the remaining blood samples for hormone testing, and you are now taking him for a neck color ultrasound."

Zhi Lan was put up by the doctors and nurses, with a dazed look on his face: "Grandpa Yu, haven't you guys catalyzed me yet? How come there are signs of differentiation?"

The smile on Dr. Yu's face couldn't be hidden, even though he was facing an enemy just now, he changed his mood in a blink of an eye, and said with a smile: "I don't know, silly boy, you gave us a big surprise. "

On Zhilan's right hand, Song froze in place like a sculpture. Just a moment ago, he was still thinking about how to stop Dr. Yu from catalyzing Zhilan's sex, and even began to consider stealing a national treasure and finding someone isolated from the world. Possibility of places to hide.

Song doesn't want to see the little blue hair follow the path of his parents, no matter whether he will differentiate into an alpha or an omega.

Song wants this little thing to have a normal life, to grow up carefree, and to follow his heart and let nature take its course, whether it chooses a mate or breeds offspring.

Who would have thought that this little cub would start to differentiate without making a sound?

Song wants to kill more.

After Zhi Lan was taken to the ultrasound room, Dr. Yu and Song continued to stare.

Dr. Yu observed Song's expression carefully, and said softly, "Well...did anything special happen to him these days in your manor? I think there must be an inducing factor for Xiaolan's sudden signs of differentiation."

It was related to Zhilan's body, no matter how angry Song was, he had to put it down first, and replied truthfully: "Everything is normal, I have taken good care of him in terms of diet, and the workload is moderate, and he hasn't been tired."

Dr. Yu was silent for a long time, his eyes widened and he said excitedly, "I know!"

Song was disturbed by his suddenly amplified voice, and frowned displeasedly: "Know what?"

Dr. Yu rummaged in the safe for a while, found a yellowed file bag, quickly flipped through it, stopped at a certain page, opened Zhi Lan's file bag again, and carefully compared the two documents.

"That's right! That's right!" Dr. Yu is nearly seventy years old, but his enthusiasm in the field of research on rare humanoids remains undiminished, and he devotes [-]% of his energy all the time.He slid his finger across the paper of the two files, confirmed it again, and trembled with excitement:

"Gene number: brs-0895330321, gene number: brb-0895278934, same, same!"

Song was confused, staring at Dr. Yu's trembling fingers and the two files, and asked in puzzlement, "What are you talking about?"

Dr. Yu took three deep breaths to adjust his state, and was able to calm down his excited mood. He erected the two files and showed Song:

"This is the file of you and Xiaolan. The first four digits of your gene numbers are the same, which proves that in the ancient times that cannot be verified, you have the same species of bird ancestors."

"So?" Song still can't understand, he and Zhilan are both birds and humanoids, and their ancestors are of course birds, so what's so strange about it?

Dr. Yu patiently explained: "This connection is the biggest catalyst for Xiaolan."

"Wonderful chemical reactions often occur between subspecies of the same species, which is a mysterious phenomenon that biologists cannot explain. After ten thousand years of finding each other, you and Xiaolan just confirmed this statement."

"What do you say?" Song was driven crazy by this Frankenstein. He just wanted to know the cause of the little blue hair's differentiation quickly, and he didn't want to discuss academics with Dr. Yu at all.

Seeing that he was impatient, Dr. Yu had no choice but to retract the long speech he had prepared, and cut to the chase: "It is you who have influenced Zhilan, causing him to show signs of differentiation."

This statement was both vague and ambiguous, and Song held his forehead helplessly: "Can you finish it all at once?"

"Let me think about how to express it," Dr. Yu scratched his gray hair, paused for a moment before speaking slowly:

"For the time being, let's call the relationship I just mentioned an ancient relationship. If there is an ancient relationship between two people, the high-level pheromone of one of them has a very small probability of having two completely different effects on the other. .”

"This is less than one in [-] chances, and biologists refer to these two effects as induction and excitation."

"This is an alternative proposition. Simply put, you have a high-level alpha pheromone. If you have a stimulating effect on Xiaolan, he will differentiate into an alpha of the same level as yours, like a kind of parental pheromone. A legacy for your children.”

"S-level alpha like me?" Song's expression finally eased a little, showing a little smile:

Small things differentiate into s-level alphas?No matter how I think about it, I feel very happy.

Dr. Yu paused and continued: "There is also a possibility that you have an inductive influence on him, his glands are born because of you, and will naturally differentiate into omega that is highly compatible with you, like a kind of ……Tailored?"

"Ah?" Song was confused: "What to order?"

Dr. Yu also suddenly noticed something was wrong, and his expression was a little weird: "Customize... an omega spouse that is exclusive to you?"

The author says:

Two-choice proposition: want a son or a wife

Father Song (wiping sweat): Is it so exciting?

Courier: Di, hello Mr. Song, this is your customized wife, please check

The courier: I want a starfish (good?˙?˙? Qiao)