The breeder of the mechanical age

When the two found a mid-priced hotel, it was already dark. Because the Mecha Military Academy was about to start enrolling students, the number of tourists on the island in the sea increased greatly. What is the status of Hua Guo?

Song Ying carried the suitcase and followed Song Shi, looking around critically from time to time, "Can't we change?"

Song Shi rolled his eyes at him directly, "Master, we don't have any extra money." As he walked, Song Ying, who looked like a nobleman, was standing on his stomach.

"Can't you have a few thousand li more in your card?" Song Ying narrowed his eyes and said.

"It might not be my money, maybe someone else made a wrong call." Song Shi thought of his card being extra two thousand li out of thin air, which could be called pie in the sky. It was decided to appease Song Ying's picky temperament, otherwise the other party really thought that the extra money could be spent indiscriminately.

Song Ying squinted at Song Shi whose eyes were bent into crescent moons, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, he suddenly felt itchy, and couldn't help touching the cute appearance of this money-greedy cat, which made Song Shi unable to dodge .

Holding the crystal card, Song Shi saw that their room No. 13 was right in front, trotted a few steps, moved the crystal card on the transparent LCD beside the door and swiped it, and the electronic door opened with a beep.

It was a small guest room with nothing extra, Song Shi walked in with satisfaction, motioned Song Ying to put the suitcase there, and made the only bed in the center by himself, "Okay, I'll take a shower first. "After Song Shi made the bed, he took out some clothes from the suitcase and said to Song Ying.

"Me too." Song Ying also took the clothes.

"Hey, the bathroom is so crowded, you wait." Song Shi pushed Song Ying out, but the bathroom was really too small, and Song Ying's tall figure couldn't accommodate it at all.

"It's not very crowded." Song Ying pouted and said, then squinted his eyes and peeked at the bathroom site behind Song Shi, and couldn't help but secretly annoyed, "Okay, you go first." As he spoke, he walked out on his own .

Song Shi was really relieved that Song Ying, a man like an iron tower, was missing from the small bathroom. He touched his slightly red cheeks, why did he suddenly think of that just now!My God, Song Shi, oh Song Shi, you are not satisfied with your desires.

After closing the door, Song Shi thought a little angrily. He had to say that what Song Ying said on the train just now had some influence on him.

Is he crooked?No way?Song Shi put hot water in the bathtub, took off his clothes, and thought, although I have seen some "action movies" between men and women, I feel a little bit, can't it just be crooked?Song Shi was thinking wildly with uncertainty.

Shaking his head, Song Shi stepped into the bathtub, the hot water made him feel so comfortable, he couldn't help squinting his eyes and moaning comfortably.

The door was suddenly knocked twice, and Song Ying's voice came from outside.

"I'm going to the toilet."

"Wait a minute." Song Shi held his forehead helplessly. After all, he was a robot, so why did he just eat, drink, and mess with everything?Or is it only his Song Ying who is a bit special? After coming out of the hot water, Song Shi simply wrapped a bath towel around him and opened the door. Song Ying's somewhat stern face suddenly magnified in front of Song Shi. I couldn't help but let him take a step back, "Why?"

Song Ying narrowed his eyes, and a dark light flashed. In this second, he looked at the person in front of him, and he always summed it up, very delicious.

"It's okay, you continue." Song Ying said as he walked to the toilet on the side, and the sound of the belt chain being opened came. Song Shi stood aside in embarrassment, while Song Ying over there Said, "The water is getting cold."

That means, why are you still staying here and not going in to wash? Song Shi's embarrassment disappeared in Song Ying's cold eyes, and he was a little surprised that he was awkward.

Walking over in small steps, while Song Ying was turning around, he immediately threw the towel and quickly entered the bathtub. The warm hot water pressed against his skin, which was very comfortable, but Song Shi always felt that someone was going to the bathroom next to him. Strangely, even the familiar sound of water made him feel embarrassed.

After Song Ying finally went out, Song Shi breathed a sigh of relief, washed him hastily, and then lay down on the bed. Song Ying cast a glance at him, and went in with a change of clothes.

There was a sudden silence, and Song Shi couldn't help but think of the registration point for the Mecha Military Academy. The physique needs to be D-level, the mecha level 25, the advanced level of mechanical popularization, and the age is under 23. Among these conditions, the only one that Song Shi agrees with is the last one. , he is only [-] years old, shouldn't he be lucky, smiled wryly, and continued to think about the previous conditions. Regarding the physical level, he has never taken the test. He didn't have a mech before, and the test was useless. As for the sixth level of mecha, this is very difficult for him. The mecha level is divided into eight levels. Song Shi has never passed the test. Song Shi understands the last mech popularization. It includes a lot of mechanical knowledge and belongs to the basics. As for the course, as long as he works hard, Song Shi believes that he can still learn it.

But it would be wishful thinking for him to obtain those certificates within two days!

With a broken face, Song Shi buried himself in the quilt and groaned in pain.

The quilt was pulled away, and Song Shi was crying. Seeing Song Ying with wet hair, he wanted to get under the bed. Suddenly he straightened up and pushed Song Ying, "Why don't you dry your hair?"

Song Ying touched her wet hair, frowned, and looked a little cute, "It will dry automatically."

"Heh..." Song Shi laughed a few times, sighed, took the dry towel beside him resignedly, turned Song Ying's body around, and leaned against him, while Song Shi knelt on Song Ying's lap Behind him, help him brush his hair.

"The point." Song Ying said.

"Ah?" Song Shi didn't hear clearly for a moment, he bent his head, and looked sideways at Song Ying.

"Focus on it." Song Ying narrated, the strength made his back go weak, and he wanted to lean on Song Shi's body.

Song Shi smiled, it seemed that he enjoyed serving this old man, he aggravated his hands, and messed up Song Ying's short, hard black hair, and a lot of short hair covered Song Ying's forehead and eyes. Covering some of the sharpness for him, it seems that the whole person has softened a lot.

"Okay." Song Shi threw the towel on the nearby chair, and stroked Song Ying's hair with one hand to soften it.

"Not yet." Song Ying looked at the towel that was thrown away, a little upset, and handed over a dry one, "Wipe again."

Song Shi held the dry towel in his hand speechlessly, "It's all dry, what else do you need to wipe?" After a long while, Song Shi decided to give in, under those stubborn and overly determined eyes, he gave in, naturally he didn't need towels or anything like that, He could see that Song Ying liked the way he was massaging, so he directly ravaged that heavy head.