I'm not Yingjie

"Clap."

The person who slipped off the shoulder lost consciousness.

"Lin? Lin! What's wrong with you?!"

……

"This is really..." Spasi stared at the data in front of him, hesitant to speak. He really wanted to use some more positive words to express his feelings, but the words just couldn't come out.

Because he couldn't tell whether it was a "coincidence" or "destiny".

It has been said that the longer a patient with Honkai disease struggles against the disease, the more serum can be extracted after death, so those patients with Honkai disease who have been ill for more than two years are excellent serum providers.

As for the Speaker, he had only been suffering from Honkai disease for a short time. It was only a few months from the time he was infected to his death. The serum that could be extracted was just a drop in the ocean compared to the antidote for Honkai disease that already had tens of thousands of doses.

Even if Spasi had shot the Speaker to death at that time, it would only have advanced his death by a few hours, and the serum produced during this period of time was only a negligible amount.

but……

Spasi was silent, holding the bottle of serum that he had been trying to make for the Honkai disease for countless days and nights.

It was the little bit of serum that condensed in the Speaker's body in the last few hours that became the final step in the qualitative change of the antidote.

If Spasi had chosen revenge at that time, the serum would not have been completed.

"Dr. Spasi, Linta..." At this time, Himiko pushed open the door and rushed in anxiously, while Spasi nodded to her and interrupted her.

"I know. Bring him here."

After Himiko left, Spasi sat next to the man's body, picked up the wine jug and took a sip of the dry and bitter wine.

"Karen... did you see that... I won... The Fifth Branch won..."

Chapter 1 Hello, my name is Lin Qijiu

Hello, my name is Lin Qijiu. If you see this letter, it means I am living a good life and have nothing to do.

As for the reason for writing this letter, it is related to my family and the interpersonal relationship between my parents. The words in brackets are actually "I hate them and want to run away from home." The words in brackets before the brackets are "I didn't see them."

Please allow me to introduce my complicated, horrible, shameful, obscene, unprecedented, earth-shattering, beep————family, and me, the 18-year-old active, youthful, polite, handsome and versatile beautiful boy.

His name is Lin Qijiu, he is eighteen years old, male, and he is a student at Qianyu Academy in Changkong City. He is the school idol and has been at the top of the list of people who most want to date for two consecutive terms. He is also at the top of the popularity rankings for both men and women. His grades have not improved since he entered Qianyu Academy - he has always been the top student in the grade.

It can be said that I am the chosen one. From appearance to cultivation to popularity, I think it is difficult to find someone who can compare with me.

This is not narcissism, it's just telling the truth.

But even though I look perfect, as if God created me in a mirror, I still have some regrets that I can't tell others about.

This regret comes from my family.

If we evaluate my mother on a scale of one to ten, she should be rated eleven. She is beyond the word perfect. There should be an extra word in the dictionary to describe people like her, and that word is her name.

As far as I can remember, she has always been smiling. I have never seen her angry. Even when facing my father, whom I hated so much, she was tender and smiling brightly. Any photo of her could be framed and put in a Paris art museum for the world to admire.

As for her appearance... I believe that whoever meets her will lose interest in other so-called beauties. My handsomeness must be inherited from her.

And she can do everything. If I put the word "all-rounder" on other people, I can always find something that person can't do, but my mother is all-rounder in every aspect, from washing clothes and cooking to manned space flight, she can do everything.

Yes, my mother has been to space, and she still has the sand she collected from the moon and the photos she took at that time.

But don't think she is easy to bully just because of her gentle smile. My mother can make my elementary school teacher who once treated me coldly cry without using any dirty words, and she can also stop a speeding car with one hand with her slender arms without a trace of excess fat or muscle.

Does it sound magical? But I swear everything I wrote is true.

Then you might ask: "You have such a wonderful mother, why do you run away from home?"

Haha... I mentioned a person above. Yes, it was the one who made me feel that he was not worthy of my mother and betrayed the love between him and my mother... my father.

To be honest, you can't tell my mother's age from her appearance. Many times when she and I go out together, people mistake us for siblings. Yet she is still so passionate about her twenty-year love with my father that it is enviable. Almost every day is like Valentine's Day and our wedding anniversary. I can't find any flawless words to describe my admiration for her.

But my bastard father, a dirty guy cut from the crotch of a pig in a mud pit in the countryside, dared to do that...

Humph, wait a moment, let me calm down.

So, let me introduce my father in the same fair tone.

Male, alive.

Okay, this is my father. After my detailed introduction, do you also think that he should not have married my mother?

No, there is no man in this world who can match my mother. Even if there is, he is only comparable in appearance... Never mind, I'll talk about it later.

In short, despite my mother's gentleness in life and passion in love, my father actually... cheated.

That guy who is as bad as chicken shit and worse than chicken shit actually... cheated on his wife.

It's unbelievable. Not to mention that his mother is always in high spirits as if she is going to have a second child and goes to bed at two or three in the morning. She changes the sheets and quilts and cleans the room every morning. Their married life is like a machine gun with no cooldown, no need to change bullets and no overheating. Yet, he still has extra interest in attacking other people.

Just look at his habit of wearing an abstract mask 24 hours a day like a disfigured person, and there is still anyone willing to have an extramarital affair with him?

Please, this is not the so-called era where the heart is more important than the appearance. If I wasn't more handsome than those young boys who had plastic surgery, would I be so popular in school?

But no matter how hard it is for me to accept it, it is a fact that he cheated on me.

The incident dates back to a year ago, when I had been in Qianyu Academy for a full year. That day, as an outstanding student representative, I had to go on stage to give a speech to the freshmen, so I got up earlier than usual, ate my mother's loving breakfast, and hurriedly left home.

After arriving at school, I actually forgot the suit I was going to wear on stage that day at home, so I hurried back home. After calculating the time, I thought I should have just enough time, so I had no intention of borrowing or renting it from others.

After I opened the door with my key, I found that my mother had gone out. It was nothing. She had many good friends, some... I don’t know how to describe them now, the uncles and aunts who were also related to the affair, so it was common for her to go out and play with them.

But I heard some noise in my parents' room, and I thought it was my father, but when I passed by the door after getting the clothes, the door was opened.

I still can't believe my eyes.

A "perfect" stood there.

I don't even know whether I should call Him a human being. His temperament and appearance are so extraordinary that he doesn't seem like a living person. He is the person I mentioned who is comparable to my mother in appearance.

His long hair and thin nightgown, half revealing his figure, gave me a great shock.

Then I realized something.

He was wearing his father's nightgown and appeared in his father's room after his mother left, and his father's shoes were still at the door, which meant that he was also in that room.

This kind of thing does not require a famous detective to deduce. Even the old lady with only two teeth selling melons at the village entrance can guess what happened.

The most important thing is that He actually recognized me. After seeing me, He nodded without any shyness and said to me in a pleasant voice: "Qi Jiu, don't forget to take things next time."

Then, in front of me, He walked back into the room and locked the door.

I walked up to the podium in a daze that day, read the manuscript with numerous mistakes, and got only 50% more votes than another student representative on the freshman welcome board. It was a complete failure.

When I think back on it later, that person… He had an Adam’s apple.

In other words, that person was... a man? ! ! !

My father cheated on his wife, and the person he cheated on was a man.

Although that person was indeed more of a neutral toughness than a feminine one, and it didn’t matter whether he was a man or not in terms of appearance, he was actually in that room with a man when his mother was not around…

It's really exciting... Oh no, it's chills.

Later, I never saw that person again. Maybe he became more vigilant after I found out, or maybe he broke up with my father. When I confronted my father in private, he remained silent. In short, I couldn't find any evidence of my father's infidelity, so naturally I couldn't tell my mother about it. I was afraid that my mother would be deceived more deeply by him, and even hate me for "lying."

Huh? Have I written so much already? I'll write the rest tomorrow. The date of my departure will be... ten days from now.

Chapter 2: What Happened in the Relationship Circle

Hello, my name is Lin Qijiu. Continuing from what I said last time, my father cheated on his wife, and the person he cheated on him with is a man, which I cannot accept.

However, running away from home just because of this incident seemed like too much for me to bear. If it was just a fleeting glimpse that day, I could have stayed at home and waited for an opportunity to find evidence of my father's infidelity.

The real problem occurred half a year after that incident, when another accident occurred.

A thief who manipulates the world at will once said: "If a thief is an artist who steals treasures with superb skills and creativity, then a detective is a person who only follows the thief and nitpicks. At best, he is just a critic."

After I personally experienced the role of "detective", I found that this sentence is extremely correct.

All cheaters are experts in this area, they are real thieves.

It was the Golden Week holiday, so I didn't go out to buy porn and meet vampires, but my parents took me to a party with their friends.

Last time I mentioned that my mother has a group of friends that are hard to describe. This statement is actually not quite accurate. After all, my father is also the best friend of this group of people.

These people are at least a generation older than me. The youngest one looks like a primary school student, but she is actually almost ten years older than me. When I see her, I have to call her "Auntie".

Most of them are not married, so they love and care for me, the only younger generation in their circle, and treat me as their own child. Some taught me knowledge, some taught me Chinese martial arts, some cultivated my aesthetic sense, and some... taught me how to cook.

Like my mother, they were talented people in various fields, so I respected and loved them before that incident.

until that day.

I don't remember exactly what happened, but I vaguely remember a man with red hair dragging people around to get them drunk, and when I sobered up a little, I saw the private room was littered with corpses and the smell of alcohol was overwhelming.

But I found that two people were missing among those who were sleeping soundly.

You all know without me telling you that this is my father, the weird guy who wears a mask even when drinking.

The other is my aunt whom I have always respected and even a little afraid of.

She is the one who taught me knowledge. From childhood to adulthood, I have learned all kinds of advanced knowledge beyond my age level in her laboratory. Eighty percent of the reason I can get the first place in my grade without any pressure is thanks to this aunt.

But even though I was one of the smartest and most talented people of my age, she was still not satisfied with me. I heard from my mother that my aunt had already obtained a doctorate degree when she was my age, and participated in the highest-level knowledge seminar in Mu Continent and published a paper in front of experts from all over the world. That's why she was not satisfied with the fact that I was just going to high school step by step and not even skipping a grade.

The main reason why I was afraid of this aunt, besides the fact that she was very beautiful but always reminded me of a snake spitting out its tongue, was that she was very strict and harsh to me. I believe that you also have both respect and fear for one of your teachers. She was the first such character in my life.

In my impression, this aunt had a very good relationship with my mother. My mother would always go to the laboratory to play with her. However, she was not so close to my father. Whenever they met, she would always start the conversation with a sarcastic sentence and laugh at him without any hesitation.

Later I found out that I was wrong. The most widely known concept of tsundere came from Asuka from EVA decades ago. In an era when tsundere is no longer popular, I forgot that there are real tsunderes in the three-dimensional world as well.

After I sobered up, I found that the two of them were gone. I had a bad feeling in my heart, staggered to the window, and saw a scene that I will never forget in my life.

The beautiful green-haired aunt carried my father into the taxi, then as if she sensed my gaze, she raised her head and smiled coldly at me, then closed the car door and left.

My father didn't come home that night.

A man and a woman, one of whom is married, spend a night together and the man does not come home. What does this mean?

My God, even the most vulgar novels nowadays can’t write such a plot!

Afterwards, I couldn't help but question my father about what happened between him and my aunt that night, but the only response I got was his usual cold gaze. After seeming to think about it for a while, he told me that it was nothing, just some academic issues.

Academic?

Did they study quantum mechanics all night? What a joke!

I asked the aunt again, and she said the same thing, and even watched my reaction with interest.

I had no choice but to ask other uncles and aunts for help, but what was waiting for me was the pre-planned lines!

They worked together to keep my mother in the dark.

Later, I gradually realized that my father was having more and more secret affairs with several of the beautiful aunts. Being quite sensitive to girls' admiring eyes, it was naturally not difficult for me to detect what was contained in their eyes when they looked at my father, which made me even more furious.

So I once questioned the aunt who taught me swordsmanship. She usually had the aura of a fierce swordsman, but when I asked her this question, she suddenly avoided my gaze and became a different person, hesitating.

So, I am sure that this group of people are working together to make fun of my mother.

I am really powerless facing these people alone. I am already talented enough, but my mother is trapped in an information cocoon. As long as they don't reveal any flaws, I have no chance of winning.

So I chose to run away from home as a way to protest to my father, and to use this letter and my determination to make my mother realize the truth.

But before that, I have to do one thing, and that is to teach my father a lesson!

Humph, although I am dissatisfied with the harm done to my mother by my uncles and aunts, what they taught me is indeed genuine, especially the aunt who taught me martial arts. When she taught me martial arts, she said that it is only used to strengthen the body and not to be competitive. I have always kept it in mind.

My mother told me privately that with the martial arts my aunt taught me, I can now beat ten people by myself, but my father, who is always gloomy, would never be able to beat ten people.

I'm not being competitive, I'm just venting my anger for myself and my mother!

Before I leave, I'm going to tear off his mask!

In addition to these preparations, I also have a helper...

Oh no, my mother is knocking on the door to call me to eat. I have to finish the rest before I leave.

Chapter 3: No one knows his son better than his father?

The handsome young man came to the rooftop in silence. His clear eyes had lost their former confidence, leaving only inexplicable dullness and disbelief.

"Lin Qijiu! Lin Qijiu? What are you doing standing here? Feeling the noise of the wind?"