Model Male Zerg of the Zerg Clan - 46

Chapter 46

Lu Xi closed his eyes and pressed his forehead with his hand.

The handsome male zerg tilted his head, the light casting heavy shadows on his face, his long eyebrows almost touching his temples.

He didn’t look drunk, just slightly furrowed.

When he opened his eyes again, a trace of exhaustion drowned his gaze.

“Dizzy.”

Xia Baiyuan touched his cheek with the back of his hand, warm to the touch.

Lu Xi subconsciously rubbed his nose against Xia Baiyuan’s fingers and mumbled, “Actually, I’m not very happy.”

“Mmm.”

“No, I was happy at first.” Lu Xi tried to be more precise. “I saved that female zerg, and I truly felt like a good zerg.”

Xia Baiyuan agreed, “That’s indeed the truth.”

If even this bit of pride makes you feel guilty, then your standards for yourself are almost unreasonable.

Xia Baiyuan didn’t think that was Lu Xi’s true thoughts.

Xia Baiyuan: “And then?”

Lu Xi hesitated for a moment, then smiled lightly. “Do you know what happened next?”

Xia Baiyuan looked at him. “What?”

“I was surrounded by reporters who had heard the news. They said they had never seen such a noble and great male zerg like me, saying I had a character as precious as gold, a kindness left to the zerg race by the zerg God.”

Lu Xi stared deeply at Xia Baiyuan. “He seems to be mocking me.”

Xia Baiyuan couldn’t help it anymore and turned away silently, grinning to himself.

Lu Xi looked at him pensively. “You’re smiling.”

Xia Baiyuan: “It’s a smile of goodwill and understanding.”

“…”

“…”

“Okay,” Lu Xi reluctantly suppressed his discontent, “Thank the zerg God, at least you didn’t agree with what that reporter said.”

Xia Baiyuan tilted his head slightly. “But there’s no need to be angry about it now.”

“Because I immediately realized that he wasn’t mocking me; he genuinely believed it.”

The black-haired zerg slowly closed his eyes. Alcohol had slowed down his thoughts, and his eyes had lost their usual brightness.

He was shrouded in shadows, making him elusive.

“I just did a very ordinary thing.”

“I could save him not because I exerted much effort or made great sacrifices, but simply because I happened to be a male zerg, and happened to be a higher-ranking male zerg.” Lu Xi lowered his gaze, his voice ominously low, “For me, there’s nothing commendable about this.”

“Just like a wealthy man passing by a beggar, giving him a meal to prevent him from starving to death on the streets, does that alone deserve such praise?”

Xia Baiyuan was slightly moved. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you saved a female zerg. At least for that female zerg, you were important.”

“The problem lies here.”

Lu Xi raised his head, his red eyes burning with fiery flames. “Why should he end up like this, unable to even guarantee his own life, while I can decide his life or death with just a word?”

He clenched his fists, speaking angrily. “The street patrol officer asked if I felt sorry for him—feel sorry for him? What right do I have to feel sorry for him?”

Xia Baiyuan widened his eyes.

Sometimes, sympathy is a kind of detestable arrogance.

He knew, those male zergs—they would put on a kind façade, pitying and sympathizing with female zergs, bestowing benefits upon them.

But even these were just means to showcase their own superiority.

They loved to hear female zergs recounting their miserable experiences, satisfying their sense of superiority.

It was just for curiosity.

Look, how miserable these female zergs were, compared to them, male zergs were truly fortunate.

So, they never truly changed the treatment of female zergs. They would give food, medicine, religion, even hugs and listening ears. They just wouldn’t teach female zergs how to stay away from male zergs, even though eighty percent of a female zerg’s suffering in life came from male zergs.

They didn’t want female zergs to truly be independent. Instead, they would always be tools for them to showcase their kindness and satisfy their self-pity.

Xia Baiyuan once worked as a guard in a male zerg family, and the male lord of that family was a well-known good male zerg. Generous and charitable, the female zergs working there not only received very few punishments, but also often received alms.

What was even better was that the male zerg would patiently listen to your inner thoughts, a job that female zergs practically fought over.

There were a total of four female zergs on duty with Xia Baiyuan, and the other three female zergs benefited greatly, often receiving many extra gifts from the male zerg. But Xia Baiyuan alone, the male zerg was always very indifferent to him, the female master scolded him for being ungrateful, accused him of being heartless, and even slandered him for being unclean.

Yet on the surface, he seemed quite kind.

For example—

“You’re so thin, you must have suffered a lot.” The male zerg looked at him melancholically, “Poor Xia Baiyuan, what have you experienced in the past?”

Xia Baiyuan felt very warm, but he felt it necessary to make it clear: “Thank you, but it’s mainly a racial issue. I was born with this physique, it’s actually a high muscle ratio.”

As if he had remembered something, he joked, “This racial trait is quite good, isn’t it? You wouldn’t understand because you’re not of this race.”

The male zerg, who had always been troubled by his weight, immediately frowned.

He even gave Xia Baiyuan a raise.

But Xia Baiyuan politely declined: “Thank you, but honestly, I’m just helping out a friend. He broke his leg and needs to rest for a month, but he doesn’t want to give this job to anyone else, so he let me take the spot for now.”

“Oh,” he suddenly realized, “You don’t have to worry about your salary being too low, he’s already compensated me for the difference.”

After saying that, he showed a standard business smile.

…

He had always been puzzled until one day he saw his colleague’s performance.

The colleague rolled up his sleeves, showing the deep scars on his arms to the male zerg. The scars were very old, but still horrifying.

Probably no one had ever listened to his past, the female zerg opened up, talking about the pain of those years, still showing his misery.

“Poor fellow…” The male zerg looked at him gently, his face full of pity. “It’s all in the past, there won’t be any male zergs here to harm you anymore. What a poor zerg.”

A glint of satisfaction flashed in the male zerg’s eyes, reminding Xia Baiyuan of those… vultures feasting on a corpse.

He suddenly realized that he had never shown excessive gratitude to this person, nor did he ever feel the need to show weakness and complain. Precisely because of this, the male zerg couldn’t earn the sense of superiority and the sense of accomplishment that came from being a great person from him.

It was nothing but hypocrisy.

———-

Xia Baiyuan stared blankly at Lu Xi.

Lu Xi raised his eyes, gazing deeply into Xia Baiyuan’s eyes. “I’m not angry, I just feel guilty. It’s just… a feeling of guilt from one fortunate person towards another unfortunate person.”

…

Lu Xi’s head drooped—drooped—

He was tall and graceful, always dignified, but at this moment he bowed his head and leaned against the back of the chair, showing a weak and hesitant expression.

Such a posture was not attractive, it was weak and discouraging, but Xia Baiyuan looked at him, his eyes becoming brighter.

He couldn’t fully understand what Lu Xi was saying, it was all too unfamiliar to him.

But there was something important hidden, like a gem hidden in the mist, even though he couldn’t find it now, he knew it must be an extremely beautiful treasure.

Xia Baiyuan’s adam’s apple moved up and down.

He felt his heart skip a beat heavily.

He reached out, his slightly sweaty palm touching Lu Xi’s wrist, then gripping tightly.

Lu Xi instinctively raised his head, a hint of confusion passing through his eyes.

“Why do you think you’re lucky?” Xia Baiyuan asked subconsciously.

Lu Xi subconsciously replied, “Because I’m a male zerg.”

“You’ve never been treated as a male zerg,” Xia Baiyuan pointed out, “before that, you were always treated as a disabled female zerg.”

Lu Xi opened his mouth, “But, now I am.”

Xia Baiyuan smiled, “Are you referring to being forced to move by the female zergs and being ironically ‘lucky’ today?”

Lu Xi: “…”

“So don’t feel guilty, there’s no need to feel guilty,” Xia Baiyuan’s voice was as solid as a rock, “you’ve never used this identity to satisfy your own desires in the past, and you won’t now or in the future, right?”

Lu Xi opened his mouth and grabbed Xia Baiyuan’s sleeve.

It was like a reassurance, but also like a promise, more like a warning to himself. Lu Xi said, “I won’t.”

He couldn’t change the world.

He just wanted not to be changed by the world.

At least he still had Xia Baiyuan.

———-

Xia Baiyuan looked at him steadily, and after a long time, he chuckled softly, “If we’re talking about luck, then there is indeed one thing that can be called lucky.”

Lu Xi looked at him puzzledly. “What?”

Xia Baiyuan leaned down and kissed his ear gently. “The luckiest thing is that we met before you turned back into a male zerg.”

If Lu Xi had been a male zerg at first, then Xia Baiyuan would have refused his invitation outright.

He disliked trouble, and what often came with male zergs was enormous trouble.

Fate played a joke on Lu Xi, but it pushed him towards Xia Baiyuan.

Lu Xi blinked his eyes as if he had suddenly regained his spirit and returned to his usual self.

He struggled to sit up, “Wait, this posture is not very decent.”

Xia Baiyuan paused for a moment.

“No, stay here.”

Lu Xi: “Huh? Wha—”

“Wait!! This is the chair!!”

“And then?”

“…”

“Quiet, it’s still daytime.”

Lu Xi struggled, “You also know it’s daytime—”

Xia Baiyuan chuckled and pulled him back, “So be quiet.”

Lu Xi: “Don’t you know I’m drunk?”

Xia Baiyuan looked surprised, “Then how come you can still stand up?”

Lu Xi: “…”

Spring returned to the earth, and it was the season of rebirth.

The window was slightly open, letting in a breeze with a hint of warmth.

The pages of the book on the table rustled as they were flipped, and the coat was casually draped over the back of the chair.

With the movement of the coat, a white flower popped out from the folds, exuding a delicate floral fragrance.

It was a wildflower inadvertently brought along by Lu Xi, with only five small petals, but now it was in full bloom.

———-

[Three thousand years later.]

It had been some time since the male zerg Lu Xi came to this world.

He gradually got the hang of some things in this world, and Lu Mo and Ling would have him do some odd jobs.

Lu Xi would go and collect the newspapers delivered daily.

It was unbelievable that newspapers still existed in this age.

But… how should I put it, it was more like a public foundation of the kingdom. Even though the number of newspaper subscribers was decreasing, the newspapers were always in the red financially, but they would never disappear.

Ling subscribed to the daily news, saying it was really useful for rolling cigarettes.

Lu Mo: “… I thought you were going to set an example as the Legion Commander.”

“Oh,” Ling shrugged, “I’ve never had that kind of thing.”

Lu Mo shook the newspaper and said, “I’ll lower my expectations of you in the future.”

Ling grinned and leaned over, snatching the newspaper from Lu Mo’s hand. “Look at me, look at me.”

Lu Xi covered his eyes, blushing, and picked up another newspaper, walking away.

He had to finish reading it before Ling used it all up.

Today’s news seemed significant, as if a miraculous relic had been discovered on a remote planet.

The things found inside shocked the experts, and it was said that each one taken out could astonish the entire zerg race.

Lu Xi didn’t understand much about this, so he didn’t feel too moved by it. He just glanced briefly at what was unearthed.

“’The Fallen Eagle’ can be said to be one of the most influential poetry collections in zerg history. Whether from the historical facts it records or its literary value, it can be called a poetry collection that stands out throughout the ages. But unfortunately, we have yet to determine the author of ‘The Fallen Eagle’, and even more unfortunately, after three thousand years of wandering, only one in ten copies of this poetry collection remains.”

“And in this relic, we unexpectedly discovered a complete collection of ‘The Fallen Eagle’ poems, with the collection being very intact, and every word on it is clearly visible.”

“What’s most exciting is who the author of ‘The Fallen Eagle’ actually is, a longstanding issue in literary history, finally has an answer. It is neither the commonly believed Lun Sa nor the most mentioned in folklore, Luo Siqian, but an author we’ve never heard of — Lance.”

“But there are still many surprising things about this poetry collection. For example, the handwriting used to transcribe it is remarkably similar to that of the master Fei Sang, who disappeared without a trace in his later years. No one knows where he went, but he unexpectedly has a connection with ‘The Fallen Eagle’.”

“Regardless, there are still many surprises waiting for us to discover in this relic. For example, the long-lost paintings of the famous painter Mo Liang, believe that after excavation, they will fill in a large part of the blanks in the history of the zerg race.”

The newspaper extravagantly used a whole page to report on this matter, accompanied by many photos. Among these photos, one stood out.

It was the title page of “The Fallen Eagle,” with a beautiful line of text written on it.

“Dedicated to my younger brother, Eric, who always dispels my sorrows.”

Lu Xi closed the book and rubbed his chin.

He had never heard of this poem, maybe it was still some time away from his era.

But he kind of wanted to read it.