AWITTGABAGIWOBAFOAP Chapter 13

Chapter 13: The Little Pervert’s Delusions – Wan Used to Like Touching Here…

Chapter 13: The Little Pervert’s Delusions – Wan Used to Like Touching Here…

Song Ningwan looked at Pulan. “Yes, my child is called Allen.”

Pulan lowered her head in thought, and finally pursed her lips and asked, “Although it’s presumptuous, Mr., would you be willing to tell me where he went missing?”

“Lower Trash District, train station.”

That was a mixed and chaotic intersection, where many with unknown identities and unclear goals gathered, doing shady deeds.

“Mr., I understand.” Pulan nodded, showing a practiced demeanor despite her young age.

“Heal your injuries. If you encounter any problems, you can seek help from the military in the name of Commander Yuri.” To Song Ningwan’s surprise, Yuri not only controlled the Lower Trash District legion but was also the Upper Trash District legion commander.

This factory belonged to the military and was usually used to store sundries, with no important secrets.

For the sake of Jian Dashao, Yuri lent the factory to Song Ningwan to take in homeless children.

With the protection of the legion, it could be considered temporarily safe.

In fact, Song Ningwan saved these children not only to find Allen but also to do something absurd.

The lost communicator had already been set with a self-destruct program. Even if it were repaired, all accounts and content inside would be cleared.

In other words, S had disappeared from the forum.

This matter wasn’t a big deal, after all, it was just a streamer.

But it wasn’t small either, as it meant that the Lower Trash District would lose an SSS-class expert.

At this moment, no one was busier than the Lower Trash District Director, who had to deal with the information bombardment from netizens and handle the public relations crisis.

Although S’s account cancellation was expected, after all, he was the rumored cold-blooded and tyrannical Mr. Bi Lin.

At first, he cautiously tried to please him, thinking that Bi Lin wanted to annex the Lower Trash District.

So he tried to compromise in every way, even if it meant fighting to the death to maintain the last dignity of the Lower Trash District.

But unexpectedly, Bi Lin Jian was different from the rumors.

His humorous, amiable, and rigorous teaching attitude made people suspect that Bi Lin was fake.

After all, only Allen’s identity verification couldn’t prove this point.

But in the second live broadcast, S actually knew how to interpret Crimson Thorns, admired Ka’lier, and had wilderness-like knowledge. Who else could it be but Bi Lin?

Apart from the Lower Trash District Director and the live broadcast backstage staff, no one knew about this.

The elderly man took off his reading glasses and rubbed his forehead, vaguely hearing a “dong, dong, dong” knocking sound in his dizzy state.

The door was violently broken open.

“Commander Yuri, it’s not polite to break into a private residence,” the Lower Trash District Director said, putting his glasses back on. The lenses reflected a dim light, concealing the emotions in his eyes.

Everyone thought that high officials must be extravagant, but this residence was elegant, simple, and had a rather austere style.

“Is that so?” Yuri raised his hand and waved, and the soldiers automatically retreated. The door behind him was closed, and he leaned back on the sofa with practiced ease.

“You know why I’m here.”

The Lower Trash District Director ignored him, opened the documents on the table, and lowered his head to work.

Time passed by, and Yuri didn’t urge him, but waited patiently until the old man closed the last document.

Although scientific research wasn’t as prosperous as in the Ancient Earth Era, most people chose to use the network and communicators to process documents and draw blueprints.

But the Lower Trash District Director insisted on hand-drawing and recording on paper, which was too old-fashioned and rigid.

The warm light shone on his wrinkled forehead, and Yuri noticed something and suddenly spoke, “Who exactly is S?”

“This is the user’s privacy, Commander should know. Moreover, that’s an A-class Mechanical Engineer from the Main City District.” The Lower Trash District Director stood up, picked up the kettle, poured a glass of nutrient solution, and drank it to soothe the day’s fatigue.

“Main City District?” Yuri put away his casual attitude and carefully considered the words, “I want to know his real-name authentication. Although it violates the convention, I’ll bear all the responsibility.”

“You don’t want to know who S really is. Alright, Commander, I’m getting old and my eyesight is failing, I really should rest early. If there’s nothing else, please leave.”

Yuri naturally understood such a clear intention to see him off. Seeing the old man’s hunched back, he couldn’t help but laugh, “I’ve always been unscrupulous, and I won’t give up until I achieve my goals. Maybe it’s time to replace the Lower Trash District Director.”

“Commander can’t threaten me because the A-class Mechanical Engineer has already left the Lower Trash District and canceled his account.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the fake smile froze on his face, the mask of pretense crumbled, and Yuri lost his composure and suddenly stood up.

He walked over with a face of disbelief, “What?!”

Impossible, he had completely blockaded the Lower Trash District and checked everyone’s identity background and social contacts. He was extremely sure that no one who fit the description of an A-class Mechanical Engineer had left.

S was definitely still in the Lower Trash District.

As for why he canceled his account, everything was still unknown.

“If you don’t show me the real-name authentication, then tonight, the entire Lower Trash District will not have peace.” Yuri let out a maniacal laugh, and the humiliation he had suppressed for so long burst out, mixed with rampancy and madness.

The Lower Trash District Director sighed, “It’s not good for either district if this matter gets out of hand. If you insist on seeing it, then so be it.”

He took out an old communicator from his coat pocket and clumsily clicked on it with his index finger, finally opening a link.

“S’s real-name authentication, I hope you don’t regret it after seeing it.”

Yuri caught it. In his life, he had been a dog and had been praised and flattered. It could be said that he could be flexible and adapt to circumstances.

What else could make him regret it?

The light shone into Yuri’s narrow eyes, and for a moment, the unknown made him ecstatic.

I’m going to catch you, S.

…

[Master, 1000 kilometers remaining, about to arrive at the Trash District]

Inside the mecha’s rest area,

The silver bodysuit shimmered, accentuating the beautiful curves of his figure. Ka’lier opened his bright red eyes, bewitchingly alluring.

[According to the positioning, proceed to the Lower Trash District?]

“You better arrive as soon as I wake up, otherwise, I will personally tear your parts apart.” Ka’lier said leisurely, he was a little bored, playing with his hair.

Wan used to like touching here…

The little pervert didn’t know what he was fantasizing about, his face flushed, his whole body burning.

“Wan…” Ka’lier squinted, his expression pleased, slowly opening his collar, and reaching out to press something on his waist.

Di–

A mechanical sound activated, and the simulated skin was lifted, revealing that it wasn’t flesh and blood inside!

Ka’lier’s clumsy movements made his spine tremble, and his mechanical heart would always be forced to sleep when there wasn’t enough energy.

It had to be restarted and activated with a Mechanical Engineer’s Connect Spirit.

So he was absolutely certain that Song Ningwan must be awake, otherwise, in the long river of the future, the mechanical heart would stop beating for billions of years, decaying in loneliness.

Thinking of Wan, Ka’lier quickly cooled the heat in his heart, lying on the bed with dilated pupils.

“Teacher…”

I miss Wan so much! I miss him so much!!! I’m going crazy!

I want Wan’s hot blood…

Ka’lier suddenly released his spiritual sea, scanning across the Trash District for thousands of miles, and stopped at the border of the Upper Trash District.

Where is Wan?

Now there wasn’t enough energy, he could only see a super blurry terrain and building outlines, like a person with extreme nearsightedness looking at a landscape.

But any slight disturbance could be captured by his ears.

“My son, Allen, has blond curly hair and is very beautiful. You must find him.”

“Oh? There are still fish that slipped through the net?” Ka’lier believed that he hadn’t heard wrong. He was sure that the blond boy described by the stranger was Allen.

But beautiful…

Heh, only Ka’lier was the teacher’s most beautiful creation, how dare those trash use that word?!

“Damn it…”

He had been planning to go to the Lower Trash District first to deal with Allen Jian, and then go to the Upper Trash District to settle things with the Jian family.

But the sudden appearance of the stranger greatly increased his interest.

Son?

Well then, let their father and son reunite in hell.

“Position, Upper Trash District border.” Ka’lier retracted his spiritual sea, looked down at his attire, his figure was perfect, every muscle line was just right, his waist dimples were deep, and his legs were straight and slender.

But how could trash who are about to die be worthy of looking at him!

[Re-positioning for you, expected arrival at noon tomorrow.]

Ka’lier opened the closet. Apart from high-tech protective suits, there were suits and white shirts.

No, too old-fashioned, he hated this kind of proper formal wear, and ran away every time he had to wear it at important occasions.

Thinking of this, Ka’lier wanted to tear the suit to pieces, but whenever he recalled Song Ningwan deliberately throwing himself into his teacher’s arms before every important speech when he wore these formal clothes on stage, messing up the well-pressed suit, making it wrinkled, he would become uncontrollably excited.

[Warning! The front is an accident-prone area, it is not recommended for Eternal Night to pass through, otherwise, it will cause a large-scale collapse.]

[Please stop the mechanical movement in time!]

Ka’lier certainly knew that humans lived underground in wasteland, and the boundless sky above was fake.

[Stop failed, Eternal Night will start self-preservation mode, stall and descend!]

[Please be prepared!]

Rumbling–

The mecha in the high sky descended rapidly, streaking across the sky like a meteor.

“What’s that light?”

A child couldn’t help but stick out his head, curiously.

Pulan looked out the window. She thought it was gunfire and closed her eyes subconsciously.

But she heard a gentle voice beside her, “A shooting star, make a wish, it will come true.”

“Mr.!” The children cheered.

Workers carried in several heavy boxes. Song Ningwan instructed them to put them down and heard that sentence.

What is light.

He turned his head and saw a shooting star streaking across the night sky, shining brightly.

He didn’t expect to see a shooting star in the Underground City. Well, that’s impossible.

It was very likely the gunfire from a war somewhere, but to comfort the children, it was necessary to give them a sweet treat.

Sure enough, the naive children said their wishes, such as wanting to eat their fill, or wanting to live, and not wanting to return to the deathmatch arena.

These simple wishes were in line with the present. After all, cherishing the moment and living for the present was what the children should do.

Only Pulan closed her eyes, her light yellow hair tied up, her hands folded in front of her chest, not speaking.

Pumi on the side also spoke out, “Brother hopes that Pulan is happy, healthy, and safe every day.”

Song Ningwan walked up to Pulan, and the girl opened her eyes instantly.

“What’s your wish?”