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Braised pork in brown sauce, shredded pork with green peppers, stir-fried cabbage, tomato and egg soup, Meng Buzhong put a few dishes on the table, and took off his apron: "Dad, don't be busy, let's eat first."

"Here we come." Meng Qiao closed his laptop, took off his reading glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, came to the dining room, and sat down at the dining table cheerfully, "Ah, it smells so good!"

Meng Buzhong first served him a bowl of soup: "Dad, I left you a half pot of braised pork in the refrigerator. You should remember to eat it later. It doesn't take much to stir-fry vegetables and make soup. Don't always Ordering takeaway, heavy oil and salt, is not good for your health."

"Hey, it's too troublesome to do it myself. I don't order takeaway. I can eat in the cafeteria." Meng Qiao took a bite of the crispy and tender pork belly, delighted with the aroma, "Mmm! It's delicious! Fat but not greasy!"

"Have you eaten the dishes in our school cafeteria for more than 30 years and still haven't had enough?"

"Of course it's not as delicious as your cooking." Meng Qiao took another piece of meat with chopsticks, "But you have to go to class and you are busy with clubs, and you only come back once a month when you have time to eat or something, as long as you can fill your stomach. I didn't So fastidious."

Meng Buzhong thought for a while: "Dad, why don't I vacate the dormitory and come back to live here."

Meng Qiao shook his head and took a sip of soup: "Don't, living in a university is a necessary life experience. You are busy with your work, and I haven't reached the time for you to take care of me. Besides, I also have to take students to do papers in class. Let's spend time together. I can't even make it up, so don't bother with it."

It's not easy to persuade me even if I heard the words: "Okay, then if you have anything to do, call me, it will be very convenient for me to come back."

"I know, I know."

The old man quickly put down his chopsticks and was half full after eating, and then he was in the mood to chat: "By the way, something happened to the old Zhao's house across the door a few days ago, and it made people laugh and cry."

Meng Buzhong asked while eating: "What's wrong?"

"Old Zhao's little granddaughter, you know, she just had a full moon last week, and she said that she farted at night and burned her diaper."

"Pfft." Meng Buzhong almost spit out a mouthful of rice, "Why, Uncle Zhao's little granddaughter is a supernatural being?"

"Their family also thought so. They took the little girl to the research institute overnight for identification. They even bought an incubator for superhuman babies. After two or three days of tossing around, the test results came out yesterday."

"What result?"

"Non-adaptive mutation."

"Not a supernatural person? What's going on?"

"Old Zhao, that old smoker, was holding his little granddaughter with a cigarette in his hand, and the little girl farted, which just fueled the combustion of the cigarette and burned the diaper."

"Hahahahaha." Meng Buzhong laughed, "Uncle Zhao's oolong is really..."

Meng Qiao was full, and took out a tissue to wipe his mouth: "Actually, I can't blame Lao Zhao and his family for being surprised. It's a big deal for someone to have a supernatural person these days. After all, this is peace I don't know how long the days will last, if we really want to fight, the supernatural beings must be more capable than ordinary people, and after registration, the protection provided by the state will be better."

Hearing this voice, Meng Buzhong understood what the adoptive father meant. He had almost eaten, put down his chopsticks and said, "Dad, I don't plan to register for the time being. My ability...is used to buy vegetables and keep fit. Alright, if it’s really on the battlefield, it probably won’t be of much use.”

Meng Qiao sighed: "I know, you know it yourself. I just want to say, if possible, remember to leave a way out for yourself."

"Dad, what are you worried about?" Meng Buzhong felt that his father was a little weird today, "Will there really be a war?"

"What do you think?" Meng Qiao stood up to clean up the dishes.

"I think, maybe there is still room for change?" Meng Buzhong also helped to clean up together, and put the tableware into the sink, "Dad, do you still remember that you took me to the amusement park not long after you adopted me?"

Meng Qiao turned to get the dish soap: "Well, what's wrong?"

Meng Buzhong said: "I was about seven years old at that time, and I saw a bionic man selling cotton candy in an amusement park. At that time, the bionic man was still the property of human beings, and they were enslaved and treated roughly without any rights. That day You gave me the change and let me buy marshmallows myself, I saw the android working non-stop, with a stiff smile on his face, but obviously tired. Probably because it hasn't been maintained for a long time, she fingers It was broken, and the blue blood dripped on the icing, and the marshmallow she made for me was dyed blue. The shop owner saw her, grabbed her hair and even slapped her several times, scaring the children. And scattered."

Meng Qiao rinsed the foam off the bowl and listened carefully.

Meng Buzhong continued: "But today is much better. Over the years, the bionics have also won a lot of their own rights. They have been enslaved at the beginning, and now they are equal workers. They have life security and basic dignity. They Isn’t it possible to coexist peacefully with humans?”

Hearing this, Meng Qiao laughed and looked at him lovingly: "This is all a self-righteous trick of human beings."

Meng Buzhong was very puzzled: "What do you mean?" The adoptive father is a famous scholar who studies the sociology of omnics. They rarely discuss such issues, but he is willing to listen to his adoptive father's opinion.

Meng Qiao put the washed dishes on the shelf: "The conflict between bionics and humans will not be eased because of humans' understanding of bionics. No matter whether humans recognize them as life, or grant their rights, From the moment the Big Three lost their absolute control over omnics, the peace was over."

Meng Buzhong digested this point of view in silence.

"I know you are a pacifist." Meng Qiao dried his hands, "Let's put it this way, the social relationship between humans and bionics is now in a state of balance, but this state of balance will not last long. Humans have supernatural beings, The technology of bionics is also constantly self-evolving. In the history of mankind, there has never been a precedent for long-term coexistence with "threats". Bionics are created by humans, and their logic is similar to that of humans.

"So, there must be one side that will take the lead in launching the war."

After the meal, Meng Qiao went to take a nap, and Meng Buzhong went back to his room, and took out a large toolbox from the cabinet.

Open the lock, and there are some parts, tools, weights and two dumbbells neatly placed inside.

Meng Buzhong took out a crimson mulberry wood scale beam from it. The scale hook, weight and lifting rope were all ready—he equipped the scale hook with a stretchable metal wire to extend the reach; Pentagram-shaped cast iron, with a sensor corresponding to his ability placed in the center of the cast iron; the lifting rope is made of nanomaterials for experiments that he begged from his instructor, which is extremely tough.

Today he wants to test the weight he can control, and set the "star" scale.

What his adoptive father said just now gave him some other considerations.

This kind of peace with minor frictions has lasted for 30 years, and in the eyes of the public, it seems that it is still developing in a better direction.He originally thought that war should be a very distant thing, at least he would never see it in his life.

But what the adoptive father said today was obviously not a whim, he probably had a premonition of something and was intentionally reminding him.

As a supernatural being, no matter whether he chooses to register or join the government army in the end, he must be fully prepared, as his adoptive father said, to leave a way out for himself.

The weights are loaded in pieces, suspended from wires on the scale hook.According to the weight he could control, Meng Buzhong painted the stars on the Sangzhe wood scale beam with gold lacquer.

He closed his eyes, feeling every ounce of weight wandering in his consciousness.

After marking the stars, Meng Buzhong put down the 1.2-meter-long beam, took a deep breath, and raised his left hand.

A dumbbell in the toolbox rises into the air with his gesture.

Ten catties.

Then the left hand remains still, and the right hand is raised.

The other dumbbell trembled, and it also flew into the air, but it was obviously not as stable as the previous one, and it hung wobbly in the air.

Twenty catties.

The hands are reversed, and Meng Buzhong controls the rise and fall of the two dumbbells from the air.

After a dozen back and forth, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Twenty catties is the limit weight he can control with both hands.Below this weight, he can freely adjust the gravity of the object to achieve the desired effect.

The beam is his auxiliary tool and...assault weapon.

Feeling that the brain was slightly swollen, and the muscles of the arms were also a little sore, Meng Buzhong stopped practicing.

He gently lowered the two dumbbells and put away his toolbox.

Wiping the sweat off his head, Meng Buzhong leaned back on the chair, thinking: I'm still too weak, when will I get a fitness card and practice lifting weights.

Meng Buzhong stayed at home for a day and a half, and returned to school on Sunday afternoon.

Professor Meng lives in the teacher's apartment allocated by the school, which is very close to the school and can be reached within 10 minutes on foot.Meng Buzhong put his hands in the pockets of the hooded sweater, listened to the music with headphones on, and walked leisurely with his head buried in his head.

He kicked a small stone under his feet and rolled to the side of the road.

At this time, a pair of white sneakers suddenly appeared in the field of vision, blocking him.

Meng Buzhong raised his head subconsciously.

On the top are two tubes of long legs in jeans, um, they are really long.Then there is a khaki windbreaker and a black T-shirt. Is that the outline of the chest muscles?The Adam's apple is quite sexy, and the jaw line is also good.The lips looked a little cold and hard, the bridge of the nose was straight, and the eyes... gray-blue?Are you a foreigner?

This man was half a head taller than Meng Buzhong, wearing a peaked cap with the brim pressed down very low, and gray and white hair hanging down his temples.

He looked at Meng Buzhong expressionlessly, without any hint in his gray-blue pupils.

Meng Buzhong: "..."

The two stared at each other face to face for three seconds. Before Meng Buzhong could react, the man suddenly handed him a small white rectangular card.

Meng Buzhong: "???"

He instinctively reached out and caught the card.

Having achieved his goal, the man turned around and left, with an indifferent arc drawn across the hem of his windbreaker.

Seeing this inexplicable person gradually walk away, Meng Buzhong froze in place.He looked at the small card in his hand. On the white paper was a series of mobile phone numbers, and - room 3301 of Haicheng Hotel.

Meng Buzhong: "!!!"

Who are you handsome?

Are there still such hookups these days?

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1. Non-heavy (zhong, four tones) exam questions:

Why did the man in the peaked cap give us a small card? ()

A. Make an appointment to eat B. Make an appointment to talk about something C. Make an appointment to watch the moon and stars D. Make an appointment to fire a gun