The Virtuous Omega Disguised as the Vicious Colonel

It has been a long time since Lan Yu walked out of the bathroom, and when he thought of the scene just now, his face was beating with enthusiasm.

He understands that these are all normal physiological needs, not to mention the young and strong alpha, he himself will take care of it from time to time.

But it was one thing to know, and it was another thing to actually encounter it, let alone the thin wall that made the subwoofer groan like ringing in the ears.

He didn't suppress the panic until he walked into the small kitchen and started cooking dinner.

Dinner time in the barracks is six o'clock. Lan Yu sometimes goes to the restaurant to eat. When he doesn't want to go, he asks Kong Fei to send him to the dormitory.

It's seven o'clock now, and it's too early for dinner. But the food is not good at first, so it's better to cook it yourself.

There were the ingredients prepared the previous two days in the refrigerator. He skillfully made a steak, mixed a plate of salad, and brought it to the round table on the small balcony.

Lu Rankong in 303 next door also took a shower and watched a movie in the house. The dialogues of the male and female protagonists mixed with background music, drifting over clearly.

"No, you don't want to go to the battlefield, so many omegas that have lost alpha, I don't want to become one of them crying."

"My dear, listen to me, in order to defend Sasu Star, as a Maker, I must go to the battlefield."

Lan Yu hasn't calmed down and watched the movie during this period. Now that he heard those lines, he couldn't help but look over the balcony frequently.

The third military barracks is stationed outside of Bell, the main city of Kata Star, surrounded by the sea on three sides. His small balcony faces a piece of the sea, and the scenery is beautiful.

Whether it is breathing the sea breeze in the morning and waiting for the sunrise, or quietly admiring the moon on the sea at night, or making a few sweet afternoon teas, this balcony is the best place.

—As long as you don’t turn your head to look at the balcony next door to 303.

I don't know who designed this dormitory building. The balconies of the two adjacent suites are pasted together, except for the short iron fence between them.

He walked out of the room for the first time several days after he wore it. When standing on the balcony facing the sea, he only felt that the frustration and anxiety in his heart had been swept away.

Then he turned his head and saw 303 next door, and almost fell into autism again.

On the adjacent balcony, the uniform light gray floor tiles can no longer see the original color, they are covered with a thick layer of ash, and piles of messy scrap copper and rotten iron are piled up.

A few of the socks that were hanging in the air were not taken back, and they were clipped on the hanger like dried bacon, spinning stiffly in the wind.

There are two craft iron leaves on the black lacquered carved fence, and slippers are hung on the left and right leaves respectively.

I don't know how many wind and rain the slippers have withstood, and the long brown fluff is twisted into strands.

Lan Yu was born to be clean, and usually only takes more than a week outside of acting. No matter how busy or tired, the first thing he does when he goes home is to clean inside and out.

It’s fine if you can’t pay attention to filming outside. When you return to your own den, the place you see must be clean and comfortable, and there is no dust.

But this is like a broken balcony, so brightly clinging to your own balcony, making people want to ignore it.

He was reluctant to bear the setting sun and the breeze on his balcony, so he usually had to turn his back and not look at him.

The movie seemed to be over, and 303 heard the clanging metal knocking again, not knowing what Lu Rankong was doing.

Lan Yu didn't look there anymore, lest her eyes touch the balcony, so she only increased her speed to eat.

Just picking up the water glass, one didn't pay attention, and the spoon fell to the ground and rolled into several pots. He squatted helplessly, reaching out and groping in the gap.

The spoon was deeply embedded, his fingers stretched and crawled inside, and suddenly he touched a mass of cloth.

What is it?

He hooked up the cloth ball with doubts, pulled it out slowly, and held it in his hand.

It seems to be a sock.

But why are your socks here?

He brought the sock to his eyes and identified it carefully, and found that the gray color and the hard texture were so familiar to him?

He slowly turned his head to look at the next door, carefully looking at the dried bacon socks hanging on the hanger. Then he threw down the things in his hands like an electric shock, grabbed the wet wipes on the round table and wiped his hands.

I wiped several wipes in a row until my fingers started to turn red.

This is the sock next door being blown to my side by the sea breeze.

Lan Yu turned around and went back to the room. He pulled out a piece of the fabric left over from making the sheets from the closet, then took out the sewing box that had just been set up, quickly threaded the needle and thread, and sewed a few buckles on the fabric.

Find a piece of wire to wear the buckle, and a simple curtain is ready.

He hung the finished curtain between the two balconies, then pulled out a pair of disposable gloves from the kitchen to put on them, frowned, twisted the socks with two fingertips, and prepared to throw them on the balcony next door.

Just about to throw it out, I heard a strange sound.

"Ah... That's it... Ah... I can't do it..."

Lan Yu froze in place.

Lu Rankong was still in the bathroom just now. How long has it been since he came out and started watching movies again?

Aren't you tired if the sound is so loud?

This alpha male beast in the breeding state at any time!

He flushed and stopped his hands, his gaze was moving around, falling on his own pots of succulents.

Dug out a few larger stones and stuffed them into the socks, smashing them at the pile of broken iron on the balcony next door.

There was a bang, and the broken mountain collapsed.

Without waiting for Lu Ran to come out to check, Lan Yu shuffled the curtain between the two balconies and returned to the house.

Lu Rankong was debugging the crossbow he had just made in the house.

Based on the records in the ancient book, combined with his own ideas, he refitted the ancient crossbow into a small object that was as big as a palm and could be used to play with.

To this end, I also specially found an old movie. As long as you get through the scenes of love-talking, you can see how the male protagonist behind makes a mess.

He doesn't have many hobbies, so he likes to play with these gadgets. The production materials piled on the balcony are all his treasures.

Lu Rankong carefully corrected the firing pin in the small crossbow, and proceeded with the final process. The projection in the air also showed the hero and the heroine who were tumbling passionately, yelling.

Just as he held his breath and fiddled with the silky metal needle, there was a loud noise on the balcony. Then, the pile of materials clanged and fell to the ground.

His hand trembled and the firing needle deflected.

The half-hour of work was wasted again.

Lu Rankong sighed. These **** seabirds would always bump into the balcony without thinking.

He put down the small crossbow and went out and put the materials back. When he got up, he suddenly found one of his sock in the corner.

The sock was bulging, and a few white stones were exposed in the open mouth of the sock.

Lu Rankong:...

Obviously, it is impossible for a seabird to stuff a stone in its stocking and slam it on its balcony.

He moved his neck, stood up and turned his head.

I haven't played against K lunatic for a full month, it's time for another fight.

As soon as he turned around, he was startled.

What caught my eyes was a pink bed sheet, blocking the balcony over there.

Take a closer look, there are buckles on the top of the sheets, hung on both sides of the balcony, small broken flowers fluttering in the wind.

What kind of bed sheet is this? It is clearly a hand-made curtain.

Lu Rankong forgot to get angry, walked over slowly, and looked closer at the pink broken flower.

After a long while, he burst into laughter.

After Lan Yu returned to the house, she leaned on her single bed, feeling a little jumpy in her heart.

He has always followed the rules and will not make any aggressive behaviors. He is often voted as the most elegant and intellectual omega by magazines.

He is humble and courteous, and always maintains his demeanor in case of trouble. It is not only the ideal partner in the hearts of the majority of alpha, but also the object of all omega learning.

But just because of a sock that fell on the balcony, it was too impulsive and too emotional to put a stone on it and throw it back.

Lan Yu was reflecting in her heart, did her acting as Colonel K be too overwhelming and start to be affected unknowingly?

As an excellent actor, one must distinguish between roles and reality. This is a truth that I have always understood and have always done well.

Whether it's exaggerated funny or distressed crying, after a cut, he will quickly withdraw from the scene and bring himself back to reality.

The cut is a terminator, an emotional switch, the command engraved in his mind, so that he can always retract and unwind freely.

It is said that two people who are making emotional scenes are most likely to have feelings, but no matter how passionate they are in the scene, when they confess to each other in private, they will calmly say: You are too deep in the scene.

A famous rejected alpha once said: Lan Yu, you seem to be perfect, but in fact it is just appearance. You have no real feelings and emotions and joys at all.

Lan Yu thought about this blankly and kept knitting a scarf in her hand.

The weather is getting cold soon, these have to be prepared in advance, he uses the best cashmere thread, and the scarves woven are softer than those big-brand scarves sold in the mall.

After knitting a section, he stroked the neat stitches with his hand, and his heart was full of joy.

Who said I have no emotions?

He hugged the brown bear doll on the pillow again, kissed it on the top of its soft head, and said, "Gu Gu, I like you so much."

Who said I have no real emotions?

It wasn't until the terminal showed that it was ten o'clock in the evening before he stuffed the wool back into the bedside table. I hugged Gu Gu, took a comb and combed it.

He is an orphan and grew up in an orphanage. He is accompanied by only a doll donated by others.

For so many years, those demons waiting for opportunities in the darkness after turning off the lights, rumors and rumors that attack him, as long as they embrace the brown bear and hide in the bed, they will be blocked.

Only after wearing it, the brown bear was gone. He soon asked Kong Fei to buy another one that was similar, saying that he wanted to study bear culture.

Kong Fei didn't understand the relationship between this doll and the bear culture, but it was Colonel K's order, even if it was to study the formation of the Sasu galaxy through the doll, he wouldn't ask much.

Lan Yu leaned against the bed with his legs crossed, combed the hair on the brown bear's head and turned over and threw on his legs, began to comb the hair on the back, and whispered in his mouth: "Gu Gu, I killed a person today. It's a real murder. , Not acting. With a click of the gun, he died."

Having said that, the appearance of the green-skinned corpse came to mind, and his heart tightened.

The sea breeze outside the window whimpered and the waves hit the beach, accompanied by the chirping of seabirds.

The pleasant and relaxing sound during the day becomes very crippling at night.

Lan Yu put down the comb, hugged the half-human brown bear tightly, and got into the quilt.

He didn't turn off the light, just lay down with his eyes closed, but his mind became more and more clear.

After a while, the green-skinned corpse suddenly opened his eyes, and the hollow on his forehead was bleeding out. After a while, I felt cold under my feet again, and a dry green hand came in along the quilt...

Lan Yu closed her eyes tightly, her eyes rolled quickly under her thin eyelids, her breathing was fast and urgent, and the brown bears were hugged and transformed into shape.

Just as he tried his best to endure the fear and began to recite the lines in his heart, there was a sudden sound of kicking slippers next door.

Then came the hum of the electric toothbrush, the patter in the toilet and the sound of flushing.

These voices were mixed together, like a spell of golden light, dispelling the frozen and still fear, and the dark shadows and green-skinned people who were eager to move instantly vanished.

After a while, the sound of slippers rang all the way to the side of the wall next to him, slapping the pillow side by side with his ears.

Then, the mattress creaked slightly, the walls were shaking again, and his bed was moved and trembling.

When everything calmed down, Lan Yu reached out and turned off the light.

There are people not far away, the sound of the sea breeze blowing on the window lattice is no longer harsh, and the darkness is no longer frightening.

Diagonally across from 304, the simple and honest lieutenant colonel's room also heard two bangs, like nailing something to the wall.

He let go of the brown bear in his arms, yawned, and fell asleep peacefully.