This Cannon Fodder wants to Escape[BL]

Arc [1.2]

The short summer break wasn't very lengthy, and lessons went on as usual. Elo applied for homeschooling since he did not want to attend school. This choice favored his parents more than he did, and he still does.

"Young master, the instructor will arrive at 10 a.m.; you must prepare," his butler said respectfully.

Elo replied, reclining in bed slowly, "Please prepared the room on the second floor."

"Yes, young master," the butler said as he walked out and shut the door quietly.

"Mhmm," Elo says, pulling his blanket closer to him and falling asleep.

20 minutes later

His butler reminded him, "Young master, the instructor has arrived," and he just stood there waiting for his young master to respond.

Elo, who was attempting to get more sleep, said, "Lead him to the room and get my bath ready."

"Certainly, young master."

Elo got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, thinking, 'I hate morning,' before taking off his clothes and taking a bath.

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Elo dressed up and went to the study room to face his instructor.

He gives Elo a quick smile and says, "Good morning, Mr. Heirloom."

"Good morning, have a seat. I hope that coming here is not a bother for you, Mr. Cain," Elo said while smiling out of respect for the elder, nothing more, nothing less.

"It's an honor to be your instructor, Mr. Heirloom," Elo simply waved his hand and sat down while viewing the prepared lesson based on his most recent school performance.

"Isn't the lesson too easy?" Elo wondered as he looked at his instructor.

"Mr. Cain, if I say so, isn't this lesson inappropriate for my level?" Elo asked calmly, waiting for the teacher to respond.

"Mr. Heirloom, all of these materials I prepared were based on your school performance," Mr. Cain explained as she handed him the school report.

Elo ought to read the report and stop him in his tracks. The only word that comes to mind is "idiot." The previous owner of the body came in third to last place with a perfect score of zero in five or six subjects.

Elo sighs heavily but remains silent throughout the lesson.

Mr. Cain just stared at the kid in front of him with wide eyes in shock, "I want to finish this as soon as possible; how many hours do I need to finish these lessons?"

Elo notices Mr. Cain's silence and calls out.

Suddenly awakening to reality, Cain snaps out of his reverie. "The initial time to complete these lessons was a week and a half-the initial time to complete these lessons was a week and a half-that's the fastest time in my record, Mr. Heirloom," Cain said, and just look at the thoughtful Elo.

Elo filled the blank page with formulas and explanations, saying, "I need 5-6 hours, Mr. Cain. While I finish these, you can treat yourself at home, and Hance will guide you."

Cain doesn't budge or divert his attention from Elo, not out of disrespect or because he declines his offer, but rather because the amazing sight in his face is more fascinating than the surrounding area.

Elo only concentrates on responding to queries that seem like a piece of cake to him.

1 and a half later

Elo extends his arm and requests water. Hance had already brought it to Elo, along with some snacks and dessert that he enjoyed from his previous meal.

Cain, who was still in a daze after Elo handed him the paper, began to draw some conclusions. "What do you think of the lesson you just answered?" Cain asked Elo.

'Either the school does not pay attention to Elo or Elo does not take his studies seriously while he is in school,' Cain thought.

"Unchallenging," Elo said as he paused in his eating.

"As expected," Cain smiled.

Cain bows and departs, saying, "I'm not going to stay longer, Mr. Heirloom, and I'll prepare the lessons appropriate for your level." Elo simply kept staring at his instructor's back until his presence was no longer detected.

Elo began to continue his dessert and sleep afterward.

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"Young Master, your dinner is ready," Hance said. Elo was still asleep when he woke up and just nodded.

How can you not find that endearing with his dark ash gray hair, those lovely smoky gray eyes that at first glance make you think they are blue with a fleck of gold and brown that is even more dazzling in sight, and his rosy lips and cheeks, not to mention his slender body, his pale snow-like skin, and the delicate manner? Hance grinned at the scene. He cannot deny the beauty-yes, beauty is the appropriate word-of his young master.

Hance is a 20-year-old foreigner from City A with shoulder-length raven hair, green eyes with an upturned brow, and a lean physique. His work personality is very professional, and he seems to be a harmless person. However, appearances can be deceiving, and he has been working for the Heirloom family for three years. At first glance, you might think he's a famous person or a model.

He was assigned to the youngest son of the heirloom family a few weeks ago, and rumors about the hidden youngest son of the Heirloom family have been circulating in City H. They claimed that the youngest has a hideous appearance that is too shameful to be revealed to the public; others claimed that the youngest is too terminally ill to be revealed; and still others claimed that the youngest is too unfavored, in contrast to the twins of Heirloom, who are excellent in any field and have been superior since they were children, whether academic, physical, or practical; they are always at the top of the chain.

Rumors are always a double-edged sword: they can either leak a fact or lead you astray with lies. Hance wishes to sever the throats of those ungrateful rats who spread those rumors. Fortunately, his young master did not hear those words. He verified and witnessed the affectionate relationship between the parents and son, as well as his master's incomparable beauty, and he was a genius. Hance could only clench his fist in frustration.

"Hance, prepare my bath," Elo commands, and Hance snaps.

"Yes, young master," Hance replied, knowing that his young master was far too valuable for such filthy gossip.

Elo is still in his bath, staring out the windows at the night sky. "When I was in the laboratory, this scenery was a dream for me." Elo can only speculate: what if he refuses to participate in the experiment? Can his fate be altered?

A/N: Hello, Homies! Although this chapter is too brief, bear with me.