The male insect from the female world [Zerg]

Fran tried to use the mental thread to pick up the pen, and it dangled in the air for less than half a second before falling to the ground with a "click".

"Ahem... It really is that Xiaojing is too perverted."

He scratched his head and comforted himself, packed his backpack, and prepared to go to Lorraine to ask some more questions.

How can there be growth without being scolded?

Now Fran's mentality has become quite good.He was walking on the road with his pockets in his pocket, and a series of plans were already racing through his mind.

From constantly being scolded to being gradually enlightened, from hovering at the pass line to second in the class (because I failed the Rongjing test), from a GPA of 2.0 to graduating early!

Then, he was memorized by Professor Lorraine, reached the pinnacle of worm life, and returned to the college after graduation to hold an earth-shattering marriage proposal ceremony!

The more Fran thought about it, the more excited he became, and he almost jumped up and down in the corridor.But immediately, he saw a handsome young male standing at the door of Professor Lorraine's office.

This male is by no means a student of the Department of Pharmacy.

With a neat suit and a gentle smile, he raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly, but before Lorraine could answer, he pushed the door open and entered.

"Who is that rude..."

Fran suddenly felt a little sour in his heart, and somehow felt that something was wrong.

He quietly hid by the door and pricked up his ears, and vaguely heard the word "engagement". There was also a trace of anger in Lorraine's usually calm voice.

Fran's heart skipped a beat, he rushed forward with enthusiasm, pushed the door open and shouted, "Professor! I'm here to save you!"

He didn't even forget to pick up his backpack and hold it on his chest as a weapon.

The scene that came into view was very harmonious.

August was sitting across from Professor Lorraine's desk, holding his teacup gracefully and savoring it carefully.

And Lorraine was adding hot water to the teapot, and the silver-rimmed glasses were stained with mist.

He was startled by the loud noise of the door breaking in, his hands trembled, he put down the kettle and looked at Fran, a rare look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

"Um... sorry, professor, I, I thought..." Fran didn't know where to put his hands, so he could only grab the backpack and whispered.

"What did this classmate misunderstand?" August didn't change his face, he took a sip of tea calmly and chuckled, "Professor Lorraine, do I look like a bad bug?"

Lorraine did not speak, wiped the glasses again and pushed them on the bridge of the nose, and continued to make tea.

Fran was even more sure that this guy was a worm-faced animal. He forgot Rongjing's warning for a moment, and boldly rushed forward: "Professor, why are you getting married all of a sudden? Did he force you?"

Lorraine paused imperceptibly, and said in a cold voice, "Go out."

"Student, you really misunderstood." August also laughed dumbly, looking innocent.

"...Yes, Professor. Ah yes, this is my homework that I rewrote," Fran lowered his eyes, took the notebook out of his backpack, and put it on the desk, "I'll come to you tomorrow, really Feel sorry!"

The door was slammed shut again.

August picked up Fran's homework and flipped through it casually, raised his eyebrows and joked: "Handwriting looks like a primary school student."

"Put it down, you are not qualified to touch my student's things," Lorraine said in a calm tone, "The Werner family is also not qualified to think about the power of the Luo family."

"Don't say that, you should at least judge after meeting Uncle Matt? Maybe... he just fits your appetite?"

August still had the standard AI-generated smile on August's face, but his gaze slowly swept across Lorraine's soft and slender neck, revealing a hint of coldness.

Lorraine clutched the teacup tightly, her knuckles gradually turning white.

"Don't even think about it."

[Fran: Brother Jing! !I was attacked by Professor Lorraine again QAQ He wants to marry another bad guy, what should I do! 】

[Rong Jing: Are you still in college?Don't worry, did the professor say it himself? 】

[Fran: ...it seems not, but he didn't refute me either!And the worm who came to ask the professor to get engaged is prettier than me woooooo QAQ]

[Rong Jing: Maybe things are not that simple, but it's not up to you to intervene.Fran, I'm sure the professor can handle it. 】

[Fran: Brother Jing, you are right, I have no special relationship with him.Hey, all I can do now is study hard...]

[Rong Jing: Go home early and be careful.By the way, remember to read the notes I lent you~]

【Fran: QAQ ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ok! 】

Rong Jing turned off the optical brain and sighed.

He and Ivan looked at Matt Werner's file together in the study.

B-grade male, the asset situation is not bad in the b32 galaxy, but compared with any male with a little family background on the main star, it is like an ant looking up to an elephant.

Matt was able to live a life of extravagance because he married more than a dozen female servants in one go.

The female servants worked hard to support Matt, but they had hardly any disposable income themselves.And Matt not only wandered day and night in entertainment venues to waste time, but also often received fines and warnings from the police station for beating and abusing female servants.

Of course, the money to pay the fine must be deducted from the maid's salary.The female who caused Matt to be summoned by the police was also more severely abused when he returned home.

But so what?In the eyes of most law enforcement bugs, they are just female servants, as long as they don't die, it's not a big deal, and there's no need to offend a male bug with the background of the main star.

Such a worm actually has a marriage contract with Lorraine who came from a famous family, which can be called a fantasy.

"The current federal laws are still not strict enough."

Rong Jing kept flipping through the files, frowning more and more.

These piles of bad deeds are simply unsightly, but Matt has not received any substantive punishment at all.He couldn't imagine what would happen if Lorraine really became Matt's hen.

"It will definitely be stricter in the future. Mourning and the others have quarreled in parliament many times over this. It's just that the Federation is still too young after all."

Ivan couldn't see the hero frowning, so he leaned over and kissed the center of his brow. After thinking for a while, he comforted him: "If you don't like Matt, I can make him disappear forever on the main star, and I can do it now."

Today's Union Marshal is also saying the most unfederal things.

Rong Jing coughed lightly, and patted over mentally like a warning, "Ivan, I hope you're not talking about assassination."

"Well... there can be many forms of disappearing." Ivan enjoyed being photographed, and continued after a while.

He wasn't joking.Even if Matt was put under the nose of the Werner family, or even personally guarded by that old skeleton of Zewei, Ivan still had a way to make Matt disappear completely.

Ivan knew that the hero would not like this way of venting his anger, but in his eyes, this was the attitude he should express as a female monarch.

Unconditional and bottomless support.

Since it's not feasible to disappear completely, let's go through a more polite procedure for the time being.

Seeing Rong Jing closing the file sullenly, Ivan reached out and hugged him into his arms, lowered his head and kissed his forehead again, and said, "It's time for Rong Feng to come back, what do you think?"

So Rong Feng was carried onto the spaceship while he was falling asleep, and when he woke up, he had passed through two galaxies.

He yawned in a daze, groping around in the quilt, trying to hug Wuming back to sleep, but he only felt a piece of ice cold.

Rong Feng opened his eyes wide in an instant, sat up suddenly, and found that he was not in a familiar room at all, only the quilt and pillow were the same as before.

It was as if...wrapped in a quilt and sold off!

He didn't care about changing his pajamas, he found an energy gun in the room, and then opened the door vigilantly and carefully.

Nothing happened.

Wuming leaned sideways on the pillow of the small sofa, sipping a cocktail, with a relaxed and peaceful expression.

"You finally woke up, but you can really sleep."

"what happened?"

Rong Feng asked ignorantly.The rarely formed serious expression on his face has not completely dissipated, and the energy gun is also loaded and held in his hand, which is in stark contrast to the silk pajamas.

Wuming admired Rong Feng's hair style transformed back into an exploding bird's nest, and couldn't help but pick up the optical brain and take a few more photos.

He put a few of his favorites into a special collection, and chuckled: "Your lovely brother needs help, so you can go home early."

"oh oh!"

Rong Feng patted his still confused mind, walked over and poured himself a glass of wine to sober himself up.

Beside Wuming, it became easier for him to relax his vigilance, and he would even sleep like a dead pig... Rongfeng didn't know if this was a good thing, he refused to think about it.

"Come on, little guy, let's check the script first."

"Is there still a script?"

Rong Feng was stunned for a moment, then immediately imagined the consequences of inconsistent caliber after returning to the Federation, and nodded quickly, "It makes sense, how do you want to act?"

Wuming performed a Federation-style military salute enthusiastically, and said solemnly, "For the glory of the Federation!"

"Pfft—hahahahahahaha!"

Most of the cocktail in his hand was spilled in an instant, Rong Feng frantically saved the mess, but he couldn't help laughing while wiping the table.

"Rong Feng..." Wuming's eyes gradually became dangerous.

"Hahahaha cough, I have no other meaning! Why are you so cute hahahahaha!"

Wuming also slowly hooked his lips, stood up slowly and straightened the corners of his clothes, picked up the energy gun that Rong Feng had left aside, and gently pressed the muzzle against his lower back, with a gentle tone: "Really? cute?"