Zerg: The female warrior's male master is acting strangely!

Taking the opportunity, Manjushri pulled Lin Zhuoran aside and comforted him in a low voice, "It shouldn't be. If you have a mental disorder, those little female insects wouldn't feel comfortable because of your approach."

"Think about it, when those little insects cling to you and won't let go, isn't it because you're a male?"

"They can sense far more than we imagine," he said, patting Lin Zhuoran on the shoulder and pressing his palm against it. He added, "The ring not responding might be for other reasons. Don't scare yourself."

Manjushri's words made sense, but Lin Zhuoran was still somewhat downcast.

Lin Zhuoran took the two rings off his fingers, rubbed his fingertips against the silvery-white rings, and then put them in his pocket. "I hope so."

He turned his head and looked at the layers of food in the insulated box, then at the backs of Yu Xia and Xi Erqi who were bending over and carefully checking the test strips. Immediately, he suppressed those messy thoughts for the time being.

Maybe we can try other methods when we get back tonight; there will always be a way.

After a short while, once the large amount of spiritual energy in the kitchen had dissipated, the air returned to its clear state.

Many staff members received the message from Sirchi and rushed to the scene.

They worked together, with one insect opening the insulated box, another using a spoon to scoop the food into the standard portions onto the plates, and the third responsible for closing the lid and stacking the food into the cart. Their movements were quick and orderly, as if they had rehearsed countless times.

On the other side, Manjushri and Lin Zhuoran returned to the little insect's house. As soon as they opened the door, a chorus of "ee-ya ee-ya" sounds filled the room.

Several sharp-eyed female insects were the first to spot them. They immediately crawled over from the mat, their tails sticking out, and grabbed Lin Zhuoran's trouser leg with their little hands. They looked up at him and made indistinct "ya ah ya ah" sounds.

Seeing this, the other little ones also turned around, like a small tide that had smelled something. Some even climbed down from the zookeeper's arms and rushed towards them.

Manjushri squatted down and caught two of them, while Lin Zhuoran was also grabbed by three or four legs, causing him to lose his balance and take two steps back. In the end, he simply sat cross-legged on the ground, letting those enthusiastic little dumplings climb onto his knees and shoulders.

A tiny insect poked its head out from his back and curiously tugged at his ear. Lin Zhuoran turned his head to dodge, but the insect giggled as if it had discovered a new toy, drooling onto a small patch of his collar.

Lin Zhuoran looked down at the little guy in his arms who was clinging to his clothes and wouldn't let go, and then looked at the little balls of flesh on his legs that were trying to climb up. Suddenly, he felt that the heavy things in his heart had lightened a bit.

He thought that the reason was probably because he hadn't learned how to release his mental energy yet, rather than because of a mental energy barrier.

Otherwise, why would these little guys stick to him so tightly?

He reached out and caught a baby insect that was about to slip off his knee, making it sit still, then lowered his head and rubbed his nose against the insect's forehead.

The little insect paused for a moment, then opened its toothless mouth and let out a "woof" at him, its warm little hands grabbing the end of his hair.

Seeing that his brother was in a much better mood, Manjushri breathed a sigh of relief.

At lunchtime this time, the little insects drank milk as usual. The caretakers quickly prepared the bottles and let the little ones hold them and suckle noisily. Their eyes were half-closed, clearly they were sleepy, but their mouths were still working diligently.

Due to a shortage of caretakers, the task of feeding the two male insects with porridge had to be postponed until the afternoon, when the group of seven, eight, and nine-year-old female insects would come home from school and help with the feeding.

After the baby insects, who are a few months old, have eaten and drunk their fill, we will then feed the older ones. This will also make it easier to conduct targeted tests on their mental thresholds during their next physical examination.

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After receiving the message from the male master, Holoyen, after feeling sorry for the male master's hard work, envying the little bug cub for being able to eat the male master's cooking, and constantly harassing the male master with his quantum computer, successfully secured his own perk for tonight under the pretext that "the male master is too tired and needs a massage".

He didn't even smile when he turned off the computer screen; the whole insect was in such a good mood that it seemed like it had already realized some delicious and brilliant idea.

A few seconds later, Herroyen, as always, effortlessly jumped out the window and flew to Sylland's office—the window had been pushed loosely by him and opened with a flick of his wrist. He stepped onto the windowsill with one foot and leaped inside as nimbly as a bird returning to its nest.

As always, Sirland didn't wait for him and went straight to his desk to eat when it was time.

Today, ten dishes were laid out on the table, steaming hot, with a bowl of soup beside them. But this time, something different was the presence of a new set of bowls and chopsticks, clearly placed there specifically to await someone's arrival.

After landing, Heroion immediately ignored the lonely bowl and chopsticks as if he were blind, and instead reached out to snatch the chopsticks that Sirland was using. He also picked up a mouthful of delicious meatball and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it with relish and even making a "hmm" sound to indicate his satisfaction.

When Silland saw his chopsticks being snatched away by his unfilial son, his hand paused in mid-air for a moment, and his face instantly showed a speechless expression that said, "Could you be any more shameless?"

"..."

However, this time Herroyen didn't go too far. At least he didn't take away Sirland's box of rice. Instead, he reached for a new box, opened the lid, and obediently started eating.

This meal went much more smoothly than the last one. At least Sirland didn't get so angry with his rebellious son that he threw down his chopsticks several times. Although the atmosphere at the table wasn't exactly lively, it could at least be described as "harmonious."

The two insects ate their own food, and only occasionally, when their chopsticks met above the dishes, would Herroyen quickly snatch Silland's food, earning a glare in return.

Finally, at the end of the meal, Holoyern, unusually, did a good deed and ladled a bowl of soup for Sirland and placed it beside him.

Sirland glanced at the bowl of soup, without saying "thank you," but after taking a couple of sips, his complexion was noticeably more relaxed than before.

But by night, it's difficult to maintain "harmony".

With Holoy not home, the house was unusually quiet. Wen Shu, who needed to stay at the orphanage for two hours longer than usual, had messaged Holoy beforehand to say he wouldn't be coming home for dinner and that they didn't need to wait for him.

When Heroion received the message, he had just finished showering and his hair was still wet. He stared at the line of text on his personal terminal for a few seconds. Although he was a little disappointed, he thought again—at least his female father was still there, so he wouldn't have to eat alone at an empty dining table.

So, his attention naturally shifted to Silland once again.