Extra 4

Ever since his brother had exposed his online identity, besides his daily routine of throwing the rabbit doll, Mianmian had also acquired several sets of test papers.

Due to his physical condition in his past life, he had spent no more than three years attending school from childhood to adulthood. Most of the time, he could only take online classes at home, barely finishing his university courses before he turned eighteen.

But what he had studied were not military academy courses.

At 9:30 PM, the lights in the military academy’s kindergarten dormitory had already been turned off.

In the dimly lit room, Mianmian sat at the children’s desk, studying by lamplight. After a short while, he began to doze off, his consciousness drifting away in a moment of inattention.

He didn’t know how many times his head had almost hit the desk. He put down his pencil and pinched the bridge of his nose with his chubby little hand.

“A child’s body is really not up to the task.”

In the past, being sick was being sick, but when he was in a good state, as long as he didn’t engage in strenuous exercise, he was no different from a normal person. But now, this four-year-old body was too weak. He would get sleepy at the drop of a hat and could sleep for twenty hours a day, completely beyond his conscious control.

“Mian, Mianmian—”

A voice came from the small bed. He turned his head to look.

Cola was lying on his back in a star shape, his round little belly rising and falling. A round belly button peeked out from under the hem of his pajamas.

“I, I can still eat—” In his sleep, Cola scratched his belly, turned over and hugged the blanket, and continued to sleep.

“He kicked off the blanket again.”

Mianmian walked over, wanting to cover him with the blanket, but found that he was not tall enough, far from it.

The bed was forty centimeters high. He weighed his options for half a second and decided to take the small steps on the side to get up.

The temperature was pleasant at this time of year, and only a thin blanket was needed for sleeping at night.

Part of the thin blanket was being pressed down by Cola, and another part was being held in his arms.

Mianmian pulled hard, but couldn’t pull it out, and ended up sitting on the bed with a plop.

Although Cola was small, he was particularly sturdy from a young age. With his strength, it was obvious that he couldn’t move him.

Mianmian walked to the foot of the bed, pulled the corner of the blanket over to cover him, and heard a piglet-like snore, feeling incredibly envious.

Little cubs are so carefree and happy.

The next day was Friday. After class in the afternoon, Mianmian closed his Introduction to Military Affairs, which had the four fancy cartoon characters for “Children’s Picture Book” written on the cover.

“Mianmian-zi, is your brother coming to pick you up today?” the little beta in the panda-embroidered jacket at the front desk turned around and asked him.

“Probably,” Mianmian said, packing his schoolbag unhurriedly.

Recently, his father had been so busy that he was often nowhere to be seen. His brother would also occasionally go on expeditions with his father. His dad’s illness had not been completely cured, and he needed to lie in a hibernation pod to recuperate for half of every month.

When they were all unavailable, Old Qian or Professor Qin would come.

It was the same no matter who came to pick him up. To him, they were all family.

The little beta: “Your father is so amazing. I saw him on the internet yesterday!”

His deskmate, a little omega, put on his schoolbag and said seriously, “I think Mianmian’s brother is more amazing. He’s very good-looking. When I grow up, I want to marry him!”

The little beta had a question mark on his forehead. “By then, he’ll have turned into an old man and died.”

Mianmian: “…………”

Children speak without malice.

He couldn’t help but think of what his brother looked like at thirty-three. He didn’t know about other things, but the number of people who came to his brother to act as matchmakers was countless.

At that time, he couldn’t understand why his brother never got married. In his opinion, the omegas introduced were all very outstanding, and there was even a young master from a noble family among them.

It wasn’t until Yu-ge appeared before him that a voice in his heart said—is this the one? The perfect partner who can truly match his brother.

After packing his schoolbag, Mianmian turned around to put it on.

The schoolbag was not heavy, but for his body, it was a considerable burden.

I’ll just treat it as daily weight-bearing training.

Before he could put it on, the schoolbag was snatched away.

“Mianmian, let’s go.” Cola wore his schoolbag on his front, with two schoolbags hanging on his body, one in front and one behind. He didn’t feel the weight at all.

Mianmian chased after him. “I’ll carry it myself.”

He didn’t have the face to let a four-year-old cub carry his schoolbag for him.

Cola turned his head to look at him, his chubby face wrinkled. “If you carry it yourself, you’ll fall again.”

Mianmian: “…”

At the school gate, the vast majority of parents had already left with their children.

Mianmian looked left and right, but didn’t see his brother.

“My brother is late again!” Cola puffed up his cheeks. “He’s always late. He doesn’t love me at all.”

Those two must have gone on a mission, right? Mianmian thought.

He wasn’t sure about Yu-ge, but as for his brother, as long as he was free, he would definitely come to pick him up.

He vaguely saw an adult in military uniform walking towards them from the corner of his eye. Mianmian turned his head to look, and his eyes lit up.

“Father.”

Cola couldn’t help but look in his direction, his unhappy face immediately filled with a smile.

“Uncle!”

Rong Guang walked over quickly. Although there was a smile on his face, a hint of murderous aura still lingered in his eyes.

“Son!”

Mianmian and Cola were picked up at the same time.

Rong Guang was covered in sweat, his appearance showing unconcealable fatigue. He looked like he hadn’t had a good rest in a long time.

“Did you just come back from an expedition?” Mianmian took out a handkerchief embroidered with a bunny from his jacket pocket to wipe his sweat.

Rong Guang had never enjoyed such treatment before and was simply overwhelmed with favor.

With Rong Shi, he had only ever gotten the cold shoulder.

“Good observation skills.” Rong Guang enjoyed his son’s sweat-wiping service while walking towards the parking lot. “Your brother had something urgent to attend to in the Imperial Capital Star, so I happened to have some free time and came to pick you up to go home.”

Just happened to have some free time? Mianmian looked at his appearance. No matter how he looked at it, he didn’t seem to have free time.

However, he didn’t expose him.

Cola patted Rong Guang’s shoulder and said aggrievedly, “Uncle, do you know where my old brother went?”

“Your brother also went back to the Imperial Capital Star. Do you miss him that much?” Rong Guang smiled and put the two little beans into the car. “He should be back tomorrow or the day after.”

“I don’t miss him at all!” Cola sat down on the child seat with a plop, his arms crossed and eyebrows raised, a cold smile on his lips. “He only has eyes for his wife, not for me, his younger brother.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he received a flick on the forehead from Mianmian as a warning.

Cola clutched his forehead, feeling extremely wronged. “Mianmian, it hurts.”

“Don’t imitate Yu-ge’s expressions and actions,” Mianmian said perfunctorily, rubbing it for him a couple of times. “It’s not cute at all.”

“Oh—” Seeing him withdraw his hand, Cola stretched his neck over. “It still hurts. It needs a kiss to get better.”

Mianmian: “…”

I’ve never seen such an alpha cub who loves to act spoiled.

He’s quite cute.

Rong Guang set the navigation route for automatic driving and looked at the back seat through the rearview mirror, amused.

With Cola’s indestructible head, it should be Mianmian’s hand that hurts, right?

After ten minutes of high-speed flight, the hover car slowly landed in a small garden building.

The building was not tall, only three stories, but it occupied a large area with two large yards in the front and back, filled with flowers and plants.

It was just that the arrangement of the flowers and plants was like the owner’s personality, carefree and growing wildly.

This was just built last year.

Both children were studying at the Academy Star, and Ah Ruo also needed to receive early drug treatment here, so Rong Guang had the higher-ups approve a piece of land for him and settled down.

Although the family couldn’t have dinner together every day for now, one day they would be able to.

After arriving home, Cola pulled Mianmian to the backyard.

There was an area that Rong Shi had sectioned off, with children’s fitness equipment. The empty space on the side could be used for various ball sports. It was a small paradise exclusively for Mianmian and Cola.

“Mianmian, what should we play today?” Cola asked.

Mianmian looked up at a certain room upstairs, turned around, and walked towards the door. “Table tennis, I’ll go see Dad first.”

Cola chased after him. “Then I’ll go too!”

This week happened to be his dad’s hibernation time. Mianmian clung to the protective cover and looked for a moment. He still couldn’t believe that his brother had really changed the outcome.

In his past life, he had never seen his father, and the dad he saw was also always in a state of hibernation.

In his heart, his brother was his only family.

But this life was different. Both his father and dad were still here.

Their family finally seemed like a normal family.

After dinner, Rong Guang insisted on playing with them, but communications kept coming one after another, unstoppable.

In the end, he was driven away by Mianmian.

Rong Guang turned back every three steps, looking quite wronged, which made Mianmian laugh.

Cola sat in a pile of parts, engrossed in assembling mecha models, unable to extricate himself.

Seeing him restore a model with hundreds of parts to its original state, Mianmian had to sigh that the childhood of a mecha genius was indeed different from that of an ordinary person.

Mianmian played with him for a while, then went to review his lessons at seven o’clock sharp.

“Mianmian, I’m thirsty.”

His sleeve was tugged. Mianmian looked up from his test paper and saw that it was already nine o’clock.

“You sit here obediently, I’ll go get you a drink.” He put down his pen, led Cola to sit on the small sofa, and went out of the room himself.

Passing by the study, he saw through the crack in the door that his father was having a holographic conference with several people.

He’s so busy.

Mianmian tiptoed past, afraid of disturbing his father.

In the room—

“Sir, your son just tiptoed past,” a beta officer said with a serious face.

“He’s curled up like a little mouse, so cute,” another alpha officer said.

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

Rong Guang’s gaze swept over, and the others straightened their backs, their relaxed expressions immediately retracting.

“He clearly looks like a little rabbit.” Rong Guang smiled, happily saving the video of his son tiptoeing past. “You don’t know, he wiped my sweat with a small handkerchief today. My old father’s heart melted. There’s no cuter cub in this world than my child, right? This gentle personality is completely inherited from my wife—”

The other officers: “…”

Here he goes again, the show-off-your-kid maniac is performing again. Not only showing off his kid but also showing off his love. Is he going to let people live?!

In the middle of the night, a black hover car landed silently in the yard.

The next day at dawn, Mianmian woke up from his sleep and vaguely heard his brother and Yu-ge’s voices outside.

He got out of bed barefoot, ran over to open the French window, and peered down through the gap in the balcony.

They were sparring in the backyard.

Rong Shi dodged Song Yu’s knee strike to the side and quickly raised his hand to block his sweeping leg. “Good technique, but not enough force. Again.”

Song Yu quickly retracted his leg, spun around, and delivered another sweeping kick. “I’m holding back, and you’re complaining I’m not strong enough. Don’t cry if I hit you too hard.”

Rong Shi chuckled lightly. “Stop fantasizing all day.”

Song Yu quickened his attack speed, delivering one killing move after another, giving his opponent no chance to breathe.

If Rong Shi made even a slight mistake, he would likely be beaten into a pulp by the series of moves.

“So amazing,” Mianmian watched, stunned.

If one day his skills were half as good as his brother’s, he would wake up laughing in his sleep.

The two sparring downstairs heard the sound, stopped, and looked up.

Rong Shi waved at him. “You’re awake? Come down and exercise.”

Song Yu opened his arms to him and said with a smile, “Come, little bunny, come to brother’s arms.”

“Coming!” Mianmian immediately went back to change his clothes, and on the way, patted Cola’s belly. “Little pig, get up.”

Cola was sound asleep, and he touched the place where he was patted, slurring, “I’m not a little pig—”

Ten minutes later, Song Yu was sitting under a parasol in the backyard drinking water, watching Rong Shi lead the two little beans on laps around the yard.

After one lap, Mianmian was already almost out of breath.

Rong Shi slowed down and taught him how to change his breathing and adjust it.

Cola followed behind in a daze, running two steps and then starting to doze off. Every time he was about to trip, he would wake up a little, then get sleepy again after running two more steps.

Mianmian was closely following his brother, preoccupied with himself, and had no time to care for Cola behind him.

Seeing the little cub who had fallen on the lawn ahead from a distance and hadn’t gotten up for a long time, Mianmian was afraid he had hurt himself and couldn’t help but speed up.

Rong Shi, who saw this: “…”

Didn’t you just say you couldn’t run anymore?

“Cola?” Mianmian pushed the Cola on the ground, but there was no response.

Leaning closer to listen, oh, he was snoring. Then it was fine.

Cola woke up in a daze, scratched his butt, smacked his lips, and finally remembered he was still running laps. He was about to get up and continue running.

But as soon as he looked up, he saw Mianmian’s enlarged face.

He reacted for a moment, his mouth flattened, and golden beans immediately fell from his eye sockets.

“Mianmian, it hurts.”

Mianmian: “…”

Rong Shi: “…”

I really shouldn’t have brought this little wolf cub home.

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Author’s note:

Cola: Where I fall, I’ll just lie there and sleep.

Mianmian: Is the ground comfortable?

Cola: Especially fragrant. [Hands on hips]

Mianmian: …