Cannon Fodder is Not In the Service Area

Far away on the planet Silena, Lucy, who was already in fourth grade, was lying on her desk bored, listening to the teacher's lectures with great breath. For mecha students with a strong atmosphere of war, such a boring history of cosmic culture is really boring.

Looking around, the students in the large lecture hall were like harvested rice, falling one after another. I don’t know what the teacher on the podium was thinking, but he was able to lecture to a classroom full of students lying down and killed, and he could still talk. You have to enjoy it so much and entertain yourself from time to time. Sure enough... Silena Academy is full of talents, whether students or teachers...

I took a look at Zhi Nao in idle boredom and found that someone who had always been offline in the past two months was finally online. I was so shocked that I woke up immediately. I lost all my sleep. I quickly sent a message with my fingers, "Xiaomeng, you are finally online." came back!"

After Su Jiameng sent Gu Ningxuan away in the morning, she went to sleep in her cage. When she woke up again, she was woken up by two buns, and her chest was so tight. If the body hadn't judged these two little guys as harmless and didn't subconsciously attack them, it might have been possible to teach them a lesson.

"Mom, mom, mom, mom -" the brat Huaifeng was so excited that he let out the fatal "nine combos of mom", while placing an increasingly heavy weight on her... The chest would feel tight, and it was this kid who did it.

Regarding this situation, she could only helplessly roll her eyes to the sky and secretly thought, this child really hates her!

Compared with Huaifeng, who has been a naughty child for several years, Huaixi has become more and more stable. Of course, if this boy did not sit on her lap so innocently, she thinks she would be more satisfied and happy. He raised his hand and patted Huaifeng's butt firmly, and said angrily, "Xiaofeng is really bad. He hasn't been beaten for three days. Have you forgotten the feeling of being beaten?"

"TV dramas say that spanking means kissing and scolding means love. Sure enough, my mother still loves Xiaofeng very much." The naughty boy Su Huaifeng said with a smile on his face, "Of course, although this is a sign of love for Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng feels like this It is better to have less 'love' that goes against the trend of the times. Mom, let's change the way and kiss on the cheek? Xiaofeng doesn't mind your saliva..."

"I mind you kid!" Su Jiameng felt that it was indeed the wrong decision to go home. Huaifeng was becoming more and more glib. Couldn't Su Mo and Chang Xi let him watch less bloody romantic dramas? Look at her Xiaofeng, the longer he grows, the more crooked he is!

"Bah--" Huaifeng lowered his head and gave her a loud bang on the cheek, then put his arms around her neck and said, "Mom, don't be angry, Xiaofeng hasn't seen you for a long time...have you slept enough? , if not, Xiaofeng will give you a warm bed..."

Su Jiameng endured it again and again. Just when she wanted to grab the naughty child in front of her and put it on her knees to care for his butt, a certain naughty child was lifted up by his brother by his collar. He could no longer oppress Su Jiameng. , "Xiao Feng, stop making trouble!"

The day's life officially kicked off with the interruption of two buns. Although the first meal of the day was lunch, it could not diminish the two buns' excitement. Seeing them keep talking about the interesting things they met when they were in school, Su Jiameng was extremely happy and loved such a quiet and worry-free life... Unfortunately, reality is not forgiving.

"Mom, is that knife for Xiaofeng?" After talking for a long time, a noisy naughty child with a thirsty mouth asked excitedly and nervously, "It's just a gift on the bedside. I didn't expect that there was something inside. He pretends to be a knife, but it’s still real!”

In the past, you could only play with model knives, and even if they were real knives, they were not edged. When he woke up in the morning, he didn't have time to feel sad that his mother didn't come back on time. His eyes were attracted by the two gifts placed on the bedside.

Each gift has two boxes, a small cube and a long strip. Inside the cube was the familiar Clay Ore, which he always strung into a necklace and hung around his neck. Their mother repeatedly warned them not to reveal the existence of their thoughts, and the two brothers obeyed her orders obediently. They hid them very well and did not let others see anything wrong.

The long box was wrapped in a wooden knife box, and inside the knife box was an extremely beautiful horizontal knife. He tried to pick it up, but the blade was extremely heavy, the blade was sharp, and the intent of the blade spread, making it impossible to take his eyes away.

"Well, do you still like it?" Both knives were made by masters of the cultivation plane. They came from the same lineage as the "Xihe" in her hand, and they were extremely lethal. Although the two children are young, the people in their family are all hidden militants. The education the two children received since childhood also tended to be fierce and fierce. This has caused them to get used to this atmosphere since they were young, and they will attack anything that can cause harm. I have an inexplicable fondness for weapons. Because of Su Jiameng's influence, they have a special preference for "Heng Dao".

"I like it!" the two children said in unison, excitement and anticipation shining on their little faces.

But Su Jiameng's next words made them particularly frustrated, "If you like it, train hard and work hard. Both knives are made of special materials and are very heavy. If you are not strong enough, you won't even be able to pick them up. Let alone fighting with them. And the two knives are too sharp. Don’t pull out the scabbard without my permission!"

"Oh..." The two buns drooped their heads in disappointment. The two stupid hairs in different directions were slightly downward, looking very pitiful.

While the mother and son were talking, Su Jiameng's brain received an additional message, which was sent by Lucy. Looking at her words, Su Jiameng smiled and replied, "Well, I just came back yesterday. What are you doing now? Are you still in class?"

"Yeah, it's just class. Not to mention how boring it is. The cultural history of the universe taught by the teacher is so boring that it can be used as a lullaby. Taking his class and falling asleep for the last time is simply more powerful than sleeping pills or medicine." Lucy complained. After that I couldn't stop.

The cultural history of the universe? Su Jiameng searched for relevant memories in her mind, and came up blank. However, as soon as she heard the name, she knew how boring it was, and it was hard for someone as cheerful as Lucy to suffer there, "By the way, why don't you guys, K3 bosses?" Online?"

"They went out to take a practical task class. It will take more than half a month to come back. During this period, they are not allowed to use the Internet." Lucy held her chin in boredom. If K3 and the others were not away, she would not be so idle. " By the way, since you are back, please continue to update that novel, once every two or three months, you are really getting better at procrastinating!"

Su Jiameng's "The Chaotic Life of Major General Su" has been serialized for five years, and is often updated every one or two months after starting a mission. However, she is also kind, and the number of words she updates each time is quite large, ranging from tens to hundreds of thousands.

However, the ups and downs of Su Jiameng's second life, how can it be described so simply?

So far, the plot has only carried out her bamboo horse into the rescue room to rescue. His wife and children were crying and crying outside.

In short, Su Jiameng stops the plot at a point where it cannot go up or down, making people feel itchy but cannot see the next part and cannot get relief. At present, in addition to basic plot discussions, her book review area contains countless reminders for updates.

In fact, she was able to keep reading this novel until now, and it was also thanks to Lucy's reminders to update it every now and then, otherwise she would have given up long ago. If you don’t have time to train or do tasks, how can you calm down and relive the hardships of your previous life?

"Lucy, your resentment is so heavy... If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten..." Su Jiameng scratched her head. She had no other intention in writing this novel. It was purely "writing a diary" to vent her anger. Maybe she would wait for her own death. Finally, there are still people who can remember the stories that happened during that period.

Before starting the task, the author sent a contract message from the backend. Su Jiameng thought it was novel and signed the contract. She got a recommendation that was said to be quite good. Although the first-person writing is very unpleasant, the "plot" at that time can be regarded as "getting better", and it also attracted a group of readers who like to read military novels, and they were also the most die-hard supporters at the beginning.

Because the update frequency is too deceptive, this book has never been on the shelves... I think even the editor has forgotten that she is a person. After signing the contract, I received a total of two small recommendations, and the book became famous within a certain range. Then it relied solely on the love and publicity of this group of readers to slowly develop and persist until now...

Well, although she doesn’t dare to say how good her writing is, she dares to pat her chest and say that her novel is “naturally made” due to her master’s ability, plot control, and characterization. Because they are all translated into words word for word based on real people and real events, the plot rhythm, characters, environmental background, and the most depressing elements of the sadistic protagonist are all very real.

Some readers who know something about the military have asked her in the book review section if she is an industry insider. Otherwise, how could she know so well? Even Lucy asked her privately... Su Jiameng remained silent on this.

Because it had been so long, Su Jiameng simply gave readers a benefit and posted all the things she had written but not posted last time and the results of the entire afternoon at once. Of course, this is both a benefit and a curse. With nearly 300,000 words, it tells the story of the heroine "I" and a commander who went from being disgusted with each other to a tacit understanding of cooperation. The two experienced life and death for three years, and the continuous war still did not stop.

The reader thought that this slightly naughty commander was the male protagonist, but unexpectedly, the story changed at the end. Three years later, the commander was seconded as a firefighter and was attacked by a special type of Zerg. As a result, he was gradually devoured by the Zerg, and finally the commander was dying. Guan Yixin begged for death to the "me" who rushed over...and then died at the hands of the heroine.

Damn it! The perfect commander who could laugh and joke while arranging troops, and drive a mecha to fool people's faces when he was gone. He didn't have to worry about paperwork, and he was also very familiar with repairs and chores. He died just like that!

After reading the latest update, Lucy silently gave Su Jiameng a bloody kitchen knife expression, "Xiaomeng, let's go to the mecha fighting arena to talk about life! See you at the mecha fighting arena after school!"

Su Jiameng was dumbfounded, is he so cruel? Just as she was laughing, she noticed a warmth coming from her neck... was it... a jade pendant?

As nogo children's shoes said, when working in a hospital, you can look down on life and death, but you cannot ignore it.

Precisely because we know that life is fragile, we should cherish it even more, cherish everyone around us, every touch... I really hope that one day, Shiitake Mushroom can walk around and see the different scenery in the outside world, those simple joys and touches...