After graduation, Mu Yu joined the Third Army under Ruan Mingchu, spending his days on the front lines, a situation even more serious than his addiction to games.
In response, Ruan Mingchu conducted extensive research and, in conjunction with the suggestions of various psychologists, proposed the establishment of a "mandatory vacation" system.
In peacetime, once someone has been fighting on the front lines for ten consecutive months, they must take a two-week leave in the rear.
This measure is beneficial to the physical and mental health and long-term development of soldiers, and it has been promoted in the military despite strong opposition from some combat fanatics.
Once the system was implemented, Mu Yu was packed up and taken back to the Imperial Star by Ruan Mingchu.
When this matter was first brought up, Mu Yu was unhappy for a while.
Mu Yu also learned to use data to speak. He made a timeline of Ruan Mingchu's past actions, printed it out, and threw it in Ruan Mingchu's face.
Ruan Mingchu took a closer look at the watch and exclaimed, "Good heavens! For N consecutive years, except for necessary trips back to the Imperial Star, I've worked year-round without a break, and sometimes I even go without sleep for N consecutive days!"
Ruan Mingchu rubbed her stiff face and cleared her throat: "So now things have changed, haven't they? I'll take a vacation with you."
Mu Yu snorted, "You've been living like this for the past thirty years, while I'm not even thirty yet. To be fair, I should wait until I'm thirty before I take a vacation."
Her little mouth was really good at talking, and her smug little face made Ruan Mingchu's heart itch. To be fair, though...
Ruan Mingchu held Mu Yu's head and pulled him into her arms, then kissed his soft red lips, instantly enveloping Mu Yu with her snowy pheromones.
Mu Yu struggled: "You have no martial ethics!"
Ruan Mingchu gently bit her red lips, her fingers caressing Mu Yu's sensitive waist. The battle on the bed couldn't continue without martial arts principles.
The final result was undoubtedly that Mu Yu conceded defeat, because Ruan Mingchu accused him in a wronged manner, and Mu Yu suddenly realized that he seemed to have really neglected Ruan Mingchu.
Mu Yu decided to be a virtuous fish for about ten days during her vacation on the Imperial Star!
Although he was on the front lines, Mu Yu did not neglect his cooking skills. He often studied how to make the unpalatable star beast meat taste good, and it can be said that his cooking skills have improved even more.
They let Qingyao, who came to see his son and daughter-in-law, stay at their house and not leave. Every day before mealtime, he would take his chopsticks and tap his bowl: "Fish, I'm hungry, I need food."
Since he had to do it anyway, Mu Yu always made a huge batch, more than enough.
They ate and drank lavishly for five or six days.
One early morning, Mu Yu woke up from a nightmare.
He suddenly sat up, breathing heavily.
Ruan Mingchu quickly sat up and gently stroked Mu Yu's back.
Five minutes later, Mu Yu recovered.
His voice was a little hoarse, and there was still lingering fear in it: "I had a terrible nightmare."
“Dreams and reality are opposites,” Ruan Mingchu comforted him. He didn’t ask Mu Yu what he dreamed about; if he was scared, he could just forget about it.
Mu Yu told him on her own initiative, in a very serious tone: "I dreamed that my eight-pack abs turned into one."
Ruan Mingchu paused in his stroking of his back, recalling the soft touch of his hand from the previous night, and fell silent.
Perhaps this isn't a dream...
Mu Yu lay down again. "Go back to sleep, it's only four o'clock."
Ruan Mingchu breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps he would have to face the harsh reality when dawn broke, but at least he was in a good mood for now, which was a win.
Not long after, Ruan Mingchu heard Mu Yu let out a miserable scream, "Where are my abs?!"
In just a few days, his abs have become one piece.
Mu Yu poked his soft belly in disbelief, and each poke left a dent.
Good heavens, what on earth is going on?
Ruan Mingchu silently pinched the corner of the quilt and covered herself with it.
The next second, Mu Yu ruthlessly snatched the blanket away, leaving most of it on the ground.
Mu Yu cast a complicated gaze at Ruan Mingchu, who turned over so that she was facing up, her eyes closed and her face serene.
“Ha,” Mu Yu sneered.
After a good night's sleep, Qingyao, who had brought Ruanhuang and a rice bowl to eat, discovered that the delicious dishes were gone, replaced by bland and tasteless plain nutrient solution.
Qingyao glanced at Ruan Mingchu, who was happily slurping down the nutrient solution, and then at Ruan Huang, who was silently accepting the nutrient solution for breakfast, before throwing down his chopsticks.
It's hard to go from luxury to simplicity!
Mu Yu, dressed in loose and comfortable sportswear, walked downstairs with his back straight and headed straight for the training room without looking to the side.
That expressionless little face clearly showed she was angry.
Why are you angry?
Qingyao snatched Ruan Mingchu's nutrient solution and placed it on the table, demanding, "Tell me, what did you do to offend Xiaoyu?"
They actually managed to ruin his breakfast; it's simply unforgivable.
Ruan Mingchu shrugged: "His abs have become one big muscle. I think it's because he eats too much and too well and doesn't exercise enough."
Qingyao was shocked: "Does that mean he won't cook until he gets his abs back?"
Nguyen Minh Thu gave an affirmative answer.
Unable to accept the disparity, Qingyao slumped into a chair, utterly exhausted.
"That's not right," Qingyao jumped up again, "How could eight-pack abs turn into one in just two days?"
Ruan Mingchu was also puzzled, as he ate even more than Mu Yu, yet he still had eight-pack abs.
Qingyao suddenly slammed his fist into his palm, revealing great excitement, "Could it be that he's pregnant?"
Ruan Mingchu looked puzzled: What?
Pushing aside his troublesome, silly son, Qingyao rushed into the training room and dragged Mu Yu to the hospital.
Mu Yu also felt that his abs had disappeared strangely, but it would be too embarrassing to see a doctor for this. However, Qing Yao dragged him there, not that he wanted to go on his own.
But to his utter surprise, Qingyao took him to the gynecology department.
The Royal Hospital naturally didn't require him to register for a department. Before Mu Yu could even react, his shirt was ripped off and he was stuffed into a cylindrical examination room.
Ruan Minh Thu and Ruan Hoang, who had caught up, happened to see the examination results: two very small fish eggs were growing in a place that had been reclaimed later.
Fishball seemed to know that someone was watching them, and it even bounced slightly.
When Mu Yu came out of the examination room, he saw three big men huddled in front of a screen, watching something.
He also heard Qingyao's puzzled voice: "That's not right, looking at the pattern and color, it looks like it's almost ripe?"
What's ripe? Mu Yu curiously leaned closer, and before he knew it, a three-dimensional, colorful image of two eggs hit him right in the heart.
For some reason, he developed a liking for the two eggs.
When Mu Yu realized that this was the culprit behind his fused abdominal muscles, he surprisingly lost his temper.
Mermaids are truly amazing; you should know that the normal physiological probability of an Alpha getting pregnant is zero.
Seeing Mu Yu happily accept the truth, Ruan Mingchu felt relieved.
However, another problem arose: how would the fish eggs come out? They couldn't very well have a C-section, could they?
Ruan Minh Thu specifically sought advice from his father, the emperor.
Rarely, Ruan Mingchu saw a blush creep up his father's fair face.
Ruan Huang said, "He came out on his own."
Ruan Mingchu blinked. "Nothing else needs to be done?"
Ruan Huang hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Suddenly an egg appeared next to me, and I didn't feel anything at all, so I probably didn't have to do anything.
Ruan Mingchu still felt uneasy.
He then went to the library to look for books related to survival, borrowing anything related to survival, regardless of species.
When Mu Yu and Qing Yao returned home with the book about the semi-floating vehicle, they were in the kitchen, busy with something.
As soon as he got close, he heard the bubbling sound of boiling water. Curious, Ruan Mingchu went closer and saw the two fish eggs he had just seen in the virtual image lying in a deep pot, submerged in water, along with some other unidentified plants.
Below, flames licked the bottom of the pot, transferring heat.
Ruan Mingchu almost choked on his breath. He heard his own voice trembling slightly: "What are you doing?"
Qingyao casually replied, "Boiled eggs?"
Ruan Mingchu felt a little dizzy: "What kind of eggs should I boil?"
"What other eggs could it be? Fish eggs, of course, your child."
Ruan Mingchu felt even more dizzy.
It was Mu Yu who noticed Ruan Mingchu's odd behavior. After a moment's thought, he realized Ruan Mingchu was mistaken and immediately burst into laughter: "Because fish eggs need a high-temperature environment to incubate."
Qingyao also realized: "It's all because you were useless. You didn't let Mu Yu grow an insulated bag. Fish eggs need to be in an environment above 100 degrees Celsius to hatch."
Ruan Mingchu rubbed his temples; he was really scared to death.
Wait a minute, when were the fish eggs laid? How were they laid? Was Mu Yu affected?
Ruan Mingchu asked too many questions, and Qingyao was too lazy to answer them. What a fake father-son relationship!
Mu Yu explained to him one by one: "Our child is exceptionally gifted. He learned spatial skills while still in the egg and managed to escape on his own."
As he was walking, two eggs suddenly appeared in his hands. Mu Yu was so surprised that he almost instinctively threw them away.
Ruan Mingchu felt it was too fantastical.
His gaze fell on two fish eggs, which flipped over in the water in response.
He then looked at Mu Yu: "Didn't you feel anything before?"
Mu Yu blinked his innocent big eyes: "No." He just feels stuffed every day from eating so much...
Ruan Mingchu asked Qingyao, "What about Mu Yu's health?"
Qingyao: "No problem."
Mu Yu chuckled and lifted the hem of his shirt: "Look, my abs are back, though they're still a bit light. They'll be fully back after I train for a couple of days."
Ruan Mingchu abruptly pulled Mu Yu's clothes down, "There are other people here."