Humans collapse into slag

Knowing that Liao Yuning was not in good condition, Lin Qi drove his friend back to the dormitory in a speeding car that night, and warned the latter to take a good rest before leaving.

Liao Yuning bid farewell to Lin Qi and went upstairs alone. Because of the annoying ghost living next door, he will not be in a good mood on the way back to the dormitory.

Fortunately, I entered the dormitory smoothly that day, and nothing disturbed Liao Yuning on the way.

After taking a shower, Liao Yuning changed into light short-sleeved home clothes, walked through the bedroom and opened the door to the balcony.

The student apartments of the Imperial Military Academy are hundreds of years old buildings. Although the interior has been repaired, the exterior of the building is very classical. There is a small semi-circular balcony of less than two square meters, and a black iron fence around it. Practical, but beautiful.

It was almost late at night, and the star river in the night sky was shining brightly. Among the innumerable stars, the golden Digi star was particularly conspicuous. It was the center of the political power of the empire.

After blowing the wind for a while, Liao Yuning slowly retreated into the room, turned off the lights, and sat down on the carpet at the door.

After each gravity training, the discomfort in the body will last for a long time, so now he is exhausted.Originally, he could recover quickly by using the treatment cabin, but in order to improve the matching rate of gene repair, Liao Yuning has always insisted on natural recovery.

The balcony door was not closed, and the cool night breeze entered the room. From the current position, you can see a corner of the night sky. Liao Yuning leaned against the wall, staring at the golden star, which was the place he most yearned for when he was a child.

Slowly bending his knees and wrapping his arms together, Liao Yuning shrunk himself into a small ball.

Aning, what do you want to be when you grow up?

I want to be God of War!

Good Aning, then you have to work harder.

Well, I'll try.

I don’t know when it started, Liao Yuning’s ideal is to “become a great hero like Liao Xingshen”. This idea is rooted in his heart. For this goal, Liao Yuning gave up games and play since he was a child, and gave up his mother’s warm embrace. He studies and trains hard every day, trying to make himself a qualified heir to the God of War.

Maybe it's because he has ideals in his heart, or maybe it's because the life he lived at the beginning of the memory, the young Liao Yuning didn't find it so hard.

Good job, Aning, you are the descendant of God of War and the hope of the family.

Ah Ning, go with mom, you can have another life.

Aning, don't push yourself too hard.

Eight-year-old Liao Yuning stood on the endless galaxy, and a long aisle stretched under his feet, sinking into the endless darkness.

The vast and deep space is very cold and silent.

I love you, suddenly a voice said.

who is it?

The heart tightened suddenly, Liao Yuning opened his eyes suddenly

He found himself curled up on the carpet at the door, and the night wind poured into his thin clothes, making his whole body cold.

His hands and feet were a little numb, Liao Yuning got up and closed the balcony door, returned to his bed, pulled up the quilt to cover his body, but he was still cold.

There is no room brain in the dormitory, so you have to control the temperature by yourself. Liao Yuning didn't want to move, so he endured it for a while, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, it was already dawn, and Liao Yuning felt his head was full of lead, swelling and hurting.

Knowing that he was sick, Liao Yuning found the communicator from the bedside, originally wanted to contact Lin Qi, but thought that the other party might have classes at this time, so he changed his mind.

Turning on the portable smart brain, Liao Yuning applied for an outpatient consultation at the college medical center.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Liao Yuning struggled to get up to open the door. Outside the door was a one-meter-tall cylindrical robot with the logo of the college's medical center printed on it.

"Student Liao Yuning, I applied for a basic outpatient visit through the student health system 15 minutes ago."

"Yes."

The robot flashed a light, "Please point your face at the red projection frame, and place your right index finger on the blood sampling port."

Liao Yuning was originally standing leaning against the door frame, but now he had to adjust his posture according to the requirements of the robot.

"Please hold for 30 seconds."

30 seconds, so long, Liao Yuning thought in a daze, at this time there was a faint sound of opening the door next door, and he was too slow to react what it meant.

"The sampling has been completed, and the inspection results will be available in 3 minutes. Please wait patiently."

3 minutes, how long will it take?One hundred...eighty seconds?

Feeling that he could no longer maintain a standing position, Liao Yuning backed away slowly, trying to lean back against the door frame, when suddenly his feet staggered, and a whirl of heaven and earth struck.

"Ning Ning!"

Someone yelled, and then Liao Yuning was embraced into an embrace, firm and powerful, calm and hot.

I hate it, Liao Yuning thought, he doesn't like the heat, he likes the feeling of being cold, lonely, and helpless, because that's what he is most familiar with.

I don't know how long it took, the lost mind came back, and Liao Yuning found that he was being embraced by someone, the button on the man's uniform was still sticking to his face, and he stretched out his hand to push him away, but the other party tightened his embrace instead.

"Senior Mu, please let me go."

Liao Yuning made a request, but Mu Rong ignored it, because he finally embraced his sweetheart whom he had admired for many years, and Young Master Mu was falling into uncontrollable ecstasy.

The waist is so thin, a little thinner than I thought, and at the same time very light, the movement of pushing people is soft, making people feel itchy.

"Senior Mu!" Finding that the other party was indifferent, Liao Yuning had no choice but to put his elbows against Mu Rong's chest, and raised his voice: "Let go!"

It is said that Liao Yuning is beautiful, mainly because of his exquisite facial features, especially the large eyes, and the tails of the eyes are slightly raised. If there is not a pair of straight eyebrows pressing down, it will appear a bit too feminine.

Knowing his own appearance characteristics, Liao Yuning is very serious in front of people, even when he smiles, he is very reserved, so Mu Rong in the past felt that Liao Yuning was too fake.

Because of the fever, Liao Yuning's cheeks were flushed, and because of anger, his eyes were wide open, and there was a thin layer of mist in them. All of them combined had a kind of fragile and awe-inspiring beauty, which made Mu Dashao lose his mind. , bowed his head and took a deep breath on Liao Yuning's neck.

Liao Yuning was frightened and angry, and said: "Mu Rong!"

The junior who was furious even omitted the "senior" and started calling him by his first name. The senior, who was full of charming thoughts, realized what he had done, and let go of his hand as quickly as it was hot.

Liao Yuning backed away immediately when he was free, his back straight and full of vigilance and vigilance.

"Ning Ning..." Mu Rong licked his lips, he didn't know how to defend himself, just now his morality and conscience were eaten by dogs, so he did such Meng Lang's behavior.

"Ningning, don't be afraid... I'm just worried about you."

Liao Yuning said coldly: "No need!"

"Dick—acute upper respiratory virus infection, moderate symptoms, can be treated with medication."

During the confrontation between the two sides, the small robot in the medical center finished its work. After announcing the diagnosis, the robot popped out a small drawer with an orange medicine box inside, "Please take the medicine according to the instructions on the box and rest. If symptoms do not significantly improve after one day, the medical center needs to be re-contacted."

Liao Yuning picked up the medicine box and returned to the room, closing the door with a bang.

Mu Rong stood there blankly, and after a long while, he looked down at his raised hands, made an embracing gesture, then folded his palms in front of him, sniffed the remaining breath on them, with a sweet and sad expression .

Originally, today was the day for Mu Rong's graduation defense, but Liao Yuning was ill, and he was not in the mood to care about that at all.Back in the dormitory next door, Mu Rong woke up his artificial intelligence, "Junuo, go see how Ningning is doing, be careful not to disturb him."

The small white spherical robot flew up from the desk, drew an arc and flew out of the window, and the real-time video came soon.Judging from the light screen, the window next door is closed, and the balcony door is also closed, but there is a gap between the curtains.

The little robot adjusted the angle, and the picture began to skip over the dark blue sheets and quilt, a hand resting on the quilt appeared, and then a white wrist.

Because of the angle, Liao Yuning's face did not appear in the camera, so Mu Rong stared at the opponent's hand for a long time.

Mu Rong himself has been injured and entered the treatment cabin, but he has never suffered from this kind of virus infection. Originally, in his cognition, it was a problem that only people with weak bodies would encounter.

In his previous life, Liao Yuning was regarded by Mu Rong as a potential opponent, which was already a high evaluation for him, that is to say, in his impression, Liao Yuning was very powerful.

Recalling how weak and powerless the body he hugged just now, Mu Rong's heart suddenly twisted, and his chest began to ache.

I don’t know if he has taken medicine, drank water, is he hungry, and if he needs help... I want to take care of him, let him sleep peacefully in my arms, and want to see him get better little by little with my own eyes , to restore a fresh and vibrant look.

But no, Mu Rong knew that if he knocked on the door, Liao Yuning would definitely not open it, and if he broke the door lock and forced his way in, it would make the other party even more angry.

After walking around the room anxiously for a few times, Mu Rong suddenly had an idea. He opened his brain and entered the college's student information database, and found out Lin Qi's communication number.

Lin Qi, who had just finished class and hadn't walked out of the classroom, found that his communicator rang, showing that it was an audio call request from an unfamiliar number.

Lin Qi opened it casually, "Hi, hello."

"Lin Qi, I'm Mu Rong."

Lin Qi suspected that he had heard it wrong, "Mu, senior Mu?"

"Ning Ning is sick, I am very worried about him." The voice on the other end of the communicator said: "It is an acute upper respiratory tract virus infection, accompanied by fever symptoms."

Aning is sick?

How did Mu Rong know?

Why would he think of contacting me?

There were a lot of questions, Lin Qi was stunned for two or three seconds.

"He is weak now, and he may not have had breakfast." Mu Rong narrated his worries, "So can you go and see him? Please!"

"Okay, I'll go now." Lin Qi quickly agreed, and he came back to his senses after the call was over. Liao Yuning is his good friend, so why is it Mu Rong's turn to ask for help?