Genetic Contract [Future]

In the silent room, the light from the computer screen illuminated most of the space. Three laptops were placed radioactively, and there were two scattered computers on the desk. The information on the screen was jumping rapidly.

"Damn it..." The man sitting cross-legged on the ground cursed softly, and subconsciously bit his thumb, "Where did you hide the information?"

He got up from the ground, lay down on the desk, looked at the numbers and letters dancing on the screen, his eyes were slightly tired.

At this time, the communicator on the arm suddenly rang, and the beeping sound pulled him out of the virtual world.

"Rin, it's already three o'clock! Turn off the computer immediately!" His mother was on the communicator, and the angry voice sounded so warm to him.She is the only person in this world who doesn't find him strange, and she has endured him who is out of tune with this world for so many years.

"Well, I'll sleep right away." He sighed and turned off the computers one by one.

"You are a real kid. How much care do I have to worry about?"

She complained about the last sentence before cutting off the communication, Zhuo Rin helped her forehead, and fell to the soft bed, suddenly the communicator rang again.

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"Oh, forgot to say. I love you, Rin."

The corners of the lips are slightly curved——

I love you too.

*****

This is just an ordinary planet called phantasy in the universe. People almost forget that their ancestors came from the earth. People enjoy the high-tech gifts here. , What kind of miracle of life has there been.

Women reject the painful production process and gradually prefer incubator cultivation. They only need to provide eggs and sperm to the responsible company to avoid the pain of their own production. Although technology has allowed women to give birth painlessly, those beautiful women Many women are not willing to conceive in October. For them, since science can do it, why should they bear such pain?

But there is a girl who doesn't think so.

Zhuo Yun graduated from university with honors. When she decided to give birth naturally, everyone thought she was crazy, even her family could not agree with her.She is a genius, a high-achieving student who graduated from the first academy, but she actually had to give up ten months or even longer to conceive and give birth.

However, when Zhuo Yun picked up the baby, she cried.She touched the child's face with her own face, embracing the life that came out of her belly, unspeakable joy and heavy heart came to her together.

"I love you, Rin." She kissed the child on the cheek.

Every day, she would say—

I love you, Rin.

*****

"Good morning." Zhuo Lin walked down the stairs, with a bad look on his face, because he slept too late last night.

"Good morning, Rin." Zhuo Yun took out the freshly baked bread from the oven with gloves on, "Listen to me a little bit, don't make me worry so much."

"Uh-huh."

"It's just like this every time." Zhuo Yun muttered.

Zhuo Lin walked up, picked up a piece of bread, said it was hot, and said it was delicious.

"Pay attention to your image, brat, how can you please girls like this." Zhuo Yun patted his hand and motioned him to sit on the dining table.

After breakfast, Zhuo Yun sent him out of the house again.

"Be careful on the road."

Zhuo Lin walked to the nearest train station, and the endless stream of people did not meet him.This is Junmu City, the central city of Phantasy. People live a better life than other cities, and everyone is dressed up gorgeously.

Everyone's face seems to be custom-made beautiful, except Zhuo Lin.

People who are completely out of tune with this world, who are too mediocre in this surprisingly beautiful world, are more attractive because they are too mediocre.

It is even more surprising that such a mediocre man lives in Junmu City, the capital of Phantasy, and is a "high-achieving student" at the first school of Winter College.

Zhuo Lin closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, completely ignoring the whispers of the people around him. He had heard such words for 18 years and was used to them.

"The school uniform on his body is a student of Winter College."

"It looks quite ordinary. Could it be that his mother made a mistake when helping him choose genetic modification?"

"Hey, you don't know, he is Zhuo Yun's son."

"Is that the female painter Zhuo Yun?"

"Yeah, it was produced naturally, and it seems that it has not been genetically modified."

"What a weirdo."

"That's right, in this day and age, no one will give birth on their own. I don't want to have a big belly, it's so ridiculous."

The two women ended their boring conversation, Zhuo Lin slowly opened his eyes, and walked onto the train that just arrived with a blank expression. Because there were too many people, physical contact was inevitable. The arm of the smiling woman was stared at by her in disgust.

No matter how many people surround him, he is always alone.

He sat down on the cold metal chair, leaned back as if he was extremely tired, and closed his eyes to feel the speed of the train.

"Welcome to Skytrain Line 1, the terminal station is Yunfu Street, and the next stop is Tianlu Building."

A sweet voice came from the radio, Zhuo Lin took out the earphones from his pocket and put them on, facing upwards, his eyes were slightly closed, his peripheral vision was falling on the electronic screen on the top of the train, his gaze involuntarily stopped, he took it off Take off a headset.

The morning news was on the screen, and the most important piece of news was being broadcast now—the return of the CEO, and the nearly one-year trip to the universe and planets finally came to an end.

"Planet visit?" Hearing such words, he couldn't help laughing mockingly, Zhuo Lin put the earphones back on, closed his eyes and meditated.

There is no sound in the earphones, it is very peaceful.

"Winter College is the next stop. Passengers who need to get off the train, please prepare in advance." Zhuo Lin took off the earphones, put them in his pocket, stood up, walked to the train door and held the handle.

After getting off the train and exiting the station, Zhuo Lin walked up slowly to the cold college gate, passed the recognizer, and walked into the metal gate. It was completely different from the slightly cold scene outside. The students in brightly dressed were talking and laughing. Yan Yan, talk a lot.Some of these quasi-elites of the upper class will enter the political arena, some will enter the business world, and some will enter the Academy of Sciences...

However, Zhuo Lin would definitely not be among these people.

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Manuscript box-kun is working very hard.

The author hasn't written an article in two years, and I will continue to brainstorm when I come back.

The outline has been finished, and there are not many manuscripts, the author is working hard to write.

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