The Prodigal Son Reborn

The one-month holiday has passed by like a flash.

In the blink of an eye, the first day of registration for the new semester came. Xia Mo packed her bags early, said goodbye to her father Yuzhang, and returned to his and Randall's student apartment.

Before the other three arrived, Xia Mo took the initiative to fetch water and wiped the living room carefully.

After sweating profusely, Randall, Chen Qie, and Zhang Li appeared at the same time. At the end of Xia Xia, he quickly checked the time. It was 11:00, and it was exactly as promised.

I haven't seen him for a month. Chen Qi seems to have darkened a lot, and his body has become stronger and stronger. It is still cold when he is breastfeeding, so he is only wearing a thin long-sleeved shirt and jeans. No matter how you look at it, you are envious.

Zhang Li was not tanned, but there was an extra scar on his neck.

This made Xia Mo feel strange. It stands to reason that among the two, Chen Qie was the one who was shopping at the front line. Why did Zhang Li get a scar instead?

He didn't have the nerve to ask, but after a few more glances, Zhang Li was keenly aware of his gaze, and then asked with a particularly weird smile, "Do you think I'm more manly, too?"

Xia Mo was so frightened that she quickly looked away, not daring to look at him anymore, she lowered her head and focused on cleaning the table.

Randall glanced at Zhang Li indifferently, Zhang Li shrugged and returned to his bedroom.

Randall took the veil from Xia Mo's hand, "These things can be handed over to the cleaning robot."

"Aren't I bored?" Xia Mo smiled nonchalantly, and rubbed his hands after cleaning up the sewage and handkerchiefs, "It's almost lunch time, let's take a rest and go to the cafeteria at twelve o'clock ?”

"it is good."

Randall sat on the sofa, looking down at current events.

Xia Mo walked around the living room and noticed that the doors of Chen Qie and Zhang Li's rooms were tightly closed, so she went to Randall's side and whispered, "Laurent hasn't shown up for half a month, he What happened after going back that day? The strong medicine in the tea is very heavy, he will definitely be affected..."

Randall turned his head to look at him, "Curious?"

"Of course. He designed us so many times, and finally we designed him once, but we don't know the final result. How boring."

Randall turned off the optical brain, "Everyone in the Cabinet Office is a staunch supporter of Locke, and we have no way to get news from them."

"makes sense……"

At twelve o'clock at noon, the four of them, together with Lance and Wu Zhe, went to the cafeteria for dinner.

There are not many people in the cafeteria, and a large number of seats are vacant.

At the end of summer, they consciously sat in a corner, eating and reviewing their training results during the holiday.

Wu Zhe basically has nothing to say, after all, at his level, it is completely meaningless to prove his strength through research and other research.

Zhang Li put down the spoon unhurriedly, folded his hands on his knees, "I didn't do anything, I just came up with a few random ideas during the actual combat drills of the army, and in the end I accidentally let the red team win a big victory. "

The corner of Xia Mo's mouth twitched, why did he always feel that the way Zhang Li said this was particularly unworthy of a beating?

Everyone turned their attention to Chen Qie.

Zhang Li said for him: "This guy is now a fourth-level mecha fighter, but he still lacks a mecha that he can take advantage of." He said, and he glanced at Xia Mo meaningfully.

Scalp tingling in late summer.

He suddenly heard that he still has an identity in the team, and that is the exclusive mech maker.

God!

So far, how many unfinished items are on his mech manufacturing schedule?Randall, Chen Qie also have their own humanoid mechs, plus a miniature spaceship? !

After Wu Zhe, Zhang Li, and Chen Qie finished speaking, Lance coughed impatiently to attract everyone's attention, "I have now passed the theoretical examination for senior field medical practitioners, and the practical examination is in the middle of this month."

"Wow! That's amazing!" Mo Xia excitedly patted him on the shoulder.

Lance's body was tilted when he was photographed. He glared at Xia Mo and quickly sat up straight.

After everyone took turns congratulating Lance, their eyes naturally shifted to Xia Mo.

At the end of Xia Xia hurriedly reported the situation truthfully: "I basically spent this holiday in the private mecha maker competition, but..." He scratched his head in embarrassment, "My level is still elementary."

Zhang Li raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect his progress to be so slow.

"He can make advanced mechs," Randall added.

Everyone's eyes widened immediately.

"No, no, that was just an accident." Xia Mo quickly explained: "Because the internal structure of the shield is relatively simple..."

Lance couldn't control him so much. When he heard that he could make advanced mechs, he jumped up immediately, staring at Xia Mo with glowing eyes, and almost wrote the words "Give it to my emperor's nephew" on his face!

Xia Mo smiled awkwardly.

In fact, he also hopes to have a baby with Randall as soon as possible, so as to make up for his guilt about the last child.However, after going through many things, his thinking is somewhat close to that of Randall. The situation is unstable, and he still has too many things to do. If a child appears at this time, it will indeed hinder many things to a certain extent .So the emperor's nephew or something, let's push it back for a while.

Randall patted Lance on the shoulder, and Lance looked at him pleadingly.

Randall's expression remained unchanged, and he said softly, "Be obedient."

"Brother Huang... Didn't you agree to wait for him to become..."

"Lance."

Randall emphasized his tone a little, and Langston buried himself in his meal in a fit of anger.

Zhang Li and Chen Qi didn't know about the emperor's nephew, so they were very puzzled by Lance's reaction and Randall's attitude.

Xia Mo is the person who knows this matter best, but now he obviously can't make a promise to Lance, he can only say: "Your Highness Lance, there is a reason why His Highness Randall thinks so. Participating in mecha combat, the lower level has a lot of benefits."

"What's the benefit? Is it true that people with low ranks will be merciful?"

"Of course not." Xia Mo explained with a good temper: "I have been studying the rules of mech fighting a few days ago. Mecha fighting is classified by grade, and the top three in the mecha manufacturing competition of the same grade will be Arrange battles at corresponding stages according to your own level. That is to say, if I am a junior mecha builder, then the person I am fighting against must also be a junior mech fighter. Do you think I may win the game with a junior mech fighter more, Or is it more likely to win the competition with an intermediate mecha fighter?"

Lance thought for a while, "Your analysis...is right."

"Besides, the status of a junior mecha maker is also conducive to gaining a greater degree of interest and support. Don't forget that after the mecha combat competition, there will be a 3D jungle survival challenge across grades. At that time, the school will definitely consider it. To match strengths and weaknesses, team coordination. If my level is low, the school is very likely to arrange a master like Chen Junyu into our team."

"That's right!" Lance thought it through thoroughly, "That's right! I grant you permission to maintain your current level for the time being!"

"Thank you Your Highness for your permission."

After lunch, Xia Mo and Lance parted ways and went back to the dormitory for a nap.

Lying on the not-so-soft single bed at the end of Xia, Randall's bed as hard as a iron plate appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel agitated.

In the projection, Randall is leaning against the head of the bed, his shirt is half unbuttoned, and his sexy collarbone is looming.

Xia Mo swallowed a mouthful of saliva and whispered, "It's so tempting."

Randall has excellent hearing. When he heard what he said, he just smiled slightly, "Don't you want to go to the club at two o'clock in the afternoon? Why don't you rest?"

"Suddenly I miss you and want to talk to you." Mo Xia turned over and lay on the bed, looking at Randall intently, his eyes were very gentle and full of affection.

"We were only 10 minutes apart."

"Don't I think you can't?"

"I can't ask for it."

Xia Mo let out a "poof" laugh, "Why didn't I think you were so cute before?"

"Beauty is in the eyes of beholder?"

"You're still a beauty just because you're so big and so rough!"

"Lu Bu?"

"I can't see that you have learned the ancient earth culture well."

Randall was also lying on the bed, imitating his appearance and turning his body sideways, "Sleep like this?"

"Turn on the light brain?"

"Correct."

"Okay! This is a good way!" Mo Xia excitedly adjusted the angle of the optical brain to ensure that he could fully appear in Randall's interface, "Let's go to sleep!"

"good afternoon."

"good afternoon!"

Xia Mo closed his eyes, not knowing if it was because he felt Randall beside him, but he fell asleep in less than 10 minutes.