The male insect from the female world [Zerg]

Chapter 32

When seeing Professor Claude again, Rong Jing found that he seemed to have regained his composure.

Although he only wore a white vest in winter, he was full of energy, his bronze complexion was shiny, and his strong back muscles were exposed.

Rong Jing hesitated for a while, didn't ask any further questions, and obediently followed Claude with his small schoolbag on his back.

After all, Professor Lorraine is a very strict worm. He used the word "crazy" to describe Claude, which shows that Claude has really fallen into madness.

They come to the laboratory.

Claude turned on the detection instrument and manually adjusted the parameters, turned his head and said, "Xiaojing, winter vacation is coming soon, what are your plans for next semester?"

"Professor Lorraine said that I can prepare to graduate early, is it true?"

Rong Jing took the medicine bottle out of his backpack, removed the original shatter-proof interlayer, and placed it neatly on the table.

"Of course! Xiao Jing, you have selected all the important compulsory courses next semester, and I will take care of the remaining credits."

Claude clapped his hands after he finished speaking heartily, carefully put one of the bottles into the instrument and waited for the result, then leaned down with his hands on the table, carefully looked at the light blue liquid medicine in the transparent bottle, his eyes were bright: "Although This request may be a bit unreasonable...Can you make the super soothing agent again in front of me?"

Rong Jing smiled obediently: "Professor, how can this be unreasonable? I am very happy."

"Don't I know how rare brocade stones are? Xiao Jing, you are easy to be bullied after graduation with such a personality. Hey, I can give you ten times the research grant!" Professor Claude waved his hand.

After all, there is absolutely no professional pharmacist who is short of money in the entire federation.

Their biggest worry is actually that they can't buy the precious materials they need at all.

"...Thank you Professor, I still have a lot of brocade stones here, it's okay."

Rong Jing took out a small box from his backpack, which contained finely cut brocade filaments, stacked layer upon layer like a box of small cotton balls.

Seeing Claude's stunned expression, Rong Jing was slightly taken aback, and didn't directly say that the brocade stone was given to him by the male worm association for free, and he couldn't use it up...

This incident itself seems to be a bit shocking.

Fortunately, Claude quickly recovered, called the robot bug to help him, cleared his throat, and asked, "What's your failure rate when you make super potions?"

Rong Jing paused, and while putting on the goggles, he whispered: "Professor, I have never failed... Of course, it may just be that the base is too small. The amount of potions I made is not too much, and I can't see anything yet."

"That's not right, Xiaojing, you are already the hardest working freshman this year!"

Professor Crowder proudly patted Rongjing's shoulder, laughed and decided secretly to leave all the unreasonable phenomena behind.

Most of the freshmen in the first hospital are still struggling to figure out how to make primary potions.He really can no longer look at Rongjing with common sense.

Facts have proved that the failure rate of Rongjing's potion making is really zero.

The brocade stone floated on the night vine powder, and soon burst into a sapphire-like flame.

The evaluation report given by the testing instrument is also a special grade, and the main ingredients clearly show night vines, cypress nuts and brocade stones.

"Xiao Jing, I have a bold idea," Professor Claude showed unprecedented excitement, he seemed to have thought of something, and said with bright eyes, "If we have all the medicinal materials originally needed for the super soothing agent, then Is it possible for the potion you made... to break through the limit?"

"Join Jinsha Ye?"

This kind of plant is extremely rare in the federal territory, but Rong Jing's emotions were also mobilized by Claude, his black eyes curved, "Professor, if I find Jinsha leaves, I will definitely try it!"

As long as it is possible to be more helpful to Ivan's physical condition, he will try anything.

"By the way, professor, do you think there is a chance that this will happen when I make other medicines? For example, healing medicines, maybe I can directly make special grades after adding black bright stones..."

Rong Jing began to think about how to maximize the use of the existing medicinal resources on hand.

Claude opened his eyes wide: "... makes sense, makes sense!"

So they continued to "plot" in the laboratory for an afternoon.

Although Claude has always maintained a high-intensity state of excitement, he never asked why Rongjing's mental power is so special from the beginning to the end.

He was simply overwhelmed and delighted by the accomplishments of his students.

This made Rong Jing feel at ease.

In fact, even if he asked, Rong Jing couldn't give a clear answer.Because it seems that there are no scientists in the Federation who specialize in the field of crossing.

But Rong Jing knew very well that before he crossed over, the original owner had not successfully evolved A-level spiritual power.

It was Rongjing himself who really endured the high fever stage and then experienced the evolution of spiritual power.

Perhaps it was the time travel itself that brought about a certain degree of qualitative change?

Rong Jing packed his backpack and fell into thought.

He has completely inherited the original owner's memory and spiritual power foundation, but at the same time, he has also retained his own memory... Does this mean that he probably possessed spiritual power originally, and after crossing, he competed with the original owner's spiritual power? What about overlay fusion?

After all, before coming to this world, Ivan was actually able to receive spiritual guidance from him unconsciously.

Perhaps this means that in his previous life, he already had the mental power similar to that of a male, but he himself didn't know it, and he couldn't actively use it.

Rong Jing clenched the strap of his backpack, exhaled, took out a bottle of drink from the free freezer in the laboratory, and took a few sips with his head up.

If this is really the case... then in fact, he has not experienced his own, real third evolution of spiritual power!

"No way, no way..."

Rong Jing resisted the wildly growing speculation in his heart, said goodbye to Professor Claude, and closed the door of the suspension car as quickly as possible.

He turned on the autopilot, wrapped his fingers around the end of his hair in a daze for a while, and suddenly laughed lightly.

Apart from medicine, his mental power basically has only one use left.

Blessed is the female monarch of her own family.

Military hospital.

When there was not much war in the Federation, this place was more like a heavily guarded prison for criminals who needed medical treatment.

At the door of each room, at least two soldiers will be responsible for guarding with guns, and the guards will change every six hours, with strict discipline.

With a serious expression on his face, Anthony moved a chair to the side of the bed after wiping it clean repeatedly.He saluted Ivan respectfully, then left the ward lightly, and closed the door firmly.

Ivan nodded lightly to Anthony, lifted his clothes and sat down.

Today he wore that space cashmere scarf again, and from time to time he twirled the soft tail and rubbed it lightly.

Of course, this doesn't affect anything.The moment the military guard saw the marshal, he couldn't help but tense up and stood upright.

He looked down at Zwei Werner in front of the bed, and didn't speak for a long time, as if admiring a beautiful scenery.

This old guy, now he can only breathe out but not breathe in, and the oxygen tube runs down his nasal cavity to keep him alive.His thin body was wrapped in heavy gauze, but it couldn't cover the mottled blood clots that ooze frequently. It was still as thin as a dead leaf. Even the handcuffs had to be the thinnest one, and they were hung loosely on the bed frame.

To this day, Zewe's perception is still keen.

He opened his dry eyelids with difficulty, revealing those two eyeballs that were as cloudy as inferior plastic: "You...cough cough, how are you?"

"Tell me about the fourth prince." Ivan said calmly without talking nonsense.

Zewei smiled weakly, and said hoarsely, "Let me die."

"Please believe in the medical level of the Federation." Ivan played with the little heart on the scarf, "Does the burn hurt? Don't worry, we will let you continue to be like this, alive and kicking."

Zewei is not qualified to enter the full immersion treatment chamber, and probably won't be in the future.

"Heh..." Zewei moved his wrist, "You can't catch him because you don't know anything about him."

"Even if you don't say anything, His Highness Leia will continue to cooperate with us," mentioned Wuming, Ivan tapped the armrest of the chair, "The Delta Galaxy is smaller than you imagined."

Zewe forced a dry laugh out of his cracked chimney throat.

"Ha, Leia is the only female with a brain in the imperial family! I thought he looked crazy and could be used better than his stupid brother. Unexpectedly, ahem... he is not stupid."

Zewe's laughter grew louder and sounded like scratching at a rusty screen with a fingernail.

Ivan frowned slightly: "Zewei, I can't understand your persistence."

Today's Federation has already passed its infancy, and it is a big tree that is gradually taking root in the sky, and its technological level and armed strength are also changing with each passing day.

Even with the use of a few imperial princes, it is impossible for Zewei to subvert anything.Occasional small water splashes, just smooth them out.

"I can't understand why you give up such a deep-rooted hatred so easily," Zewei gasped and struggled to sit up, "Ivan Devitt, tell me! How did your female father die? of?"

The monitor instantly issued a rapid alarm sound.

Ivan lowered his eyes and pressed the off button, calmly said: "Abandoned by the male."

"Then you still can't understand what we have done? What is the federal marshal, what is the Zerg God of War...Dewitt, you have been domesticated, and you have been domesticated perfectly." There was sarcasm in Zewei's eyes, and he wrinkled his lips and opened a long stretch arc.

"Zewei, you are very good at packaging your indiscriminate malice in a high-sounding way." Ivan was expressionless, and his deep green eyes did not show the slightest wave. "But, just like there is a huge difference between you and me, Same goes for the males."

This kind of inferior provocation and bewitchment has no effect on Ivan.

Perhaps the fourth prince was once innocent.

As a female in the palace, she is destined to experience huge gaps and misfortunes, and almost all sources of information are cut off by the powerful... If he is really stupid enough to know nothing and help the evil, Ivan can still understand.

But Zevi Werner is very clear about the secrets of the imperial nobles.

Fortunately, he once had a wise enough male father.

The previous head of the Werner family must have known about the fact that males were kept in captivity.He's a male, a total victim.

But not only did he not retaliate, but he also resolutely sought a chance for the family to redeem themselves.

Why did the male worm die in depression before the Federation won?Where did his heart disease come from?This is not only related to the situation of the imperial male, it is also likely to be inseparable from Zewei.

An existence like Zewei is the least qualified to regard the suffering of female insects as a reason to do evil.

Ivan stood up, patted the non-existent dust on the scarf, and turned on the monitor again.

He should have given up on having a conversation with Zewi long ago.

"My hero has given me a second life, and I am deeply honored. And you... continue to enjoy the 'deep-rooted hatred'."

The door of the ward slowly closed behind him.

Ivan hooked his lips imperceptibly, and stroked the red string on his wrist.

He suddenly wanted to go home and discuss with Rong Jing whether he could be further domesticated.

The author has something to say:

One more thing to add, all the medicinal materials and plants in the article are all my nonsense!I often think of names until my head is bald