Artificial Wizard Growth Log

From the opened door, someone's extremely happy voice came out.

Pang Kyushu.

Xia Zuo, who immediately recognized who was in the room, couldn't help but stop. Professor An, who had been talking with him, didn't pay attention to him. The man was half helpless and half indulgent, and shouted to the room: "Hey, hey, these days you put My food reserves are all gone."

Pang Jiuzhou came out of the house, "Anyway, you'll buy it again soon...huh?"

When he saw Xia Zuo standing behind Professor An, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and joked after a while: "The ghost is still there, little boy."

... Who in the end is lingering.

Xia Zuo endured the slander, "...the intersection of the two of us is not frequent, Mr. Pang, you used the wrong adjective."

The sentinel was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and found that he and Xia Zuo did not meet frequently these days, even in terms of classmates in the same class and dormitory, the frequency of meeting was so low that it was unimaginable.

But why did he feel like he only met the little boy in a second.

"Oh," Professor An clapped his hands as if he couldn't see the flashing sparks between the two, "It seems that I don't need to introduce you to each other."

The corner of Pang Jiuzhou's mouth twitched, and he withdrew his defensive posture, squinting at Professor An.

"I clearly told you about this little boy."

"Yeah," Professor An nodded, "every day, I come and go to the boy, it makes my ears callous."

"... Teacher An, your uncle!"

Professor An, who successfully blackmailed Pang Jiuzhou, turned his head and smiled at Xia Zuo, "Look, he's shy."

Xia Zuo scanned his blushing face and agreed with Professor An's opinion.

"Yes."

"...your sister."

The two-character modal particle sounded helpless and powerless. Professor An pulled Xia Zuo into the room and said to him, "You sit down first, and I'll go see what good things are left after that guy cleaned up my refrigerator."

Hearing this, Xia Zuo, who sat down, stared at Pang Jiuzhou who had finished sweeping away the good food for three seconds, and looked back after the other party felt quite pressured.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah good luck

Professor An's voice came from the kitchen, Pang Jiuzhou sighed, picked a chair farthest from Xia Zuo and dragged it away, folded his hands on the back of the chair, put his chin on his arms, and sat upside down on the chair.

While shaking the chair, he responded lazily: "Uncle An, that sea crab is still alive, how could I just eat it, anyway, I have to wait until you finish cooking before sweeping it up."

"Squeezing the labor of the elders, I'm ashamed to say it." Teacher An came out of the kitchen with three cups on a tray, "Based on what you said just now, I can already send you to the confinement room in the name of disrespecting the teacher."

Pang Jiuzhou immediately sat up straight to show that he was very obedient, "No way, Mr. An, don't talk nonsense."

"At this time, I'm called teacher again, not uncle."

In the conversation between the older man and the younger man, it was almost impossible for other people to intervene. Xia Zuo watched silently from the side, subconsciously searching his memory bank.

The first keyword retrieved is family.

No, no, apart from the fact that they are both Asian, there is not much similarity between the two in the fine outline of their bones.

The keyword retrieved again is friend.

...is this a friend?

The artificial man fell into his own thinking for a while, until Professor An put a cup in front of him.

The white liquid in the transparent glass exudes a warm and fragrant smell, Xia Zuo was taken aback for a moment, and reached out to pick up the teacup.

"Uncle An," Pang Jiuzhou waved his hand, "Even if you give the little boy milk, he won't be able to grow any taller."

"Hey, Mr. Xia Zuo looks very small, I thought he was still in the development stage." Professor An said in surprise.

Holding the cup, staring at the milk rippling along the side of the cup, Xia Zuo suddenly said: "I am 19 years old."

"Then it doesn't matter, boys can still grow long before the age of 20."

"You mean him?" Pang Jiuzhou sneered.

After a long while, he said again: "However, it's good to drink more milk. You are so small, and I am worried that people will say that I bully the weak when I compete with you."

Professor An added to him with a smile, "Mr. Xia Zuo, the focus of what he said just now is only the first sentence."

Pang Jiuzhou: "... Teacher An, what are you doing!"

"Hahahaha I became angry from embarrassment."

Hearing the two laughing and cursing, Xia Zuo took a sip of milk.

Hmm, it's warm.

Professor An said that the treat is a real treat.

I don't know how a small teacher at a school like him can collect so many precious ingredients from the entire Federation. If this problem is ignored, this meal can be described as a feast for the guest of honor.

Top-quality ingredients are not worth tens of thousands of federal coins for nothing.

Xia Zuo, who didn't know how much he ate for this meal, put down his chopsticks in satisfaction an hour later, and the other two people in the room looked at him in amazement.

"I just didn't think of it..."

"Since ancient times, the strongest big stomach kings have never been fat people, but those small people with petite bodies. This has been an iron law for thousands of years."

"Hey, uncle, where do you get this iron law from..."

Pang Jiuzhou held his forehead and sighed.

Covering his eyes with his hands, the sentinel stimulated the optic nerves with mental power, and the trembling sensation spread from his eyeballs, and he secretly looked at Xia Zuo's abdomen through the gap between his fingers.

Unbelievably, after being stuffed into half of the food on the table by the host, the lower abdomen turned out to be flat, not even a bit bulged.

Xia Zuo, who used the nanomotor hidden in his body to digest food, wiped his mouth and thanked him according to etiquette.

"thanks for treatment."

"Uh, as long as you like it..." As the host and chef, Professor An was still in shock.

"I like it very much."

Sternly speaking according to the demonstration in the social handbook that Li Chaoge sent him, Pang Jiuzhou and Professor An looked at each other, both dumbfounded.

It's really cute that the little boy looks cute occasionally, the young sentinel thought.

...Wait, such a dangerous thought, stop now!

The dining table was handed over to the robot, and the three of them returned to the living room.

Professor An called out the light screen, "I'll send you the courseware and notes...what's your id?"

Xia Zuo reported a series of numbers, and Professor An sent an email, but Pang Jiuzhou found out a cigarette from somewhere and was looking for a lighter all over the house, and raised his head upon hearing this.

"So you also came to learn from Uncle An?"

Before Xia Zuo answered, Professor An had already interjected, "Xia Zuo is just taking my courses."

"Your course that teaches advanced mathematics in the name of war studies?"

"Mathematics is very important. It is the foundation of modern science. If Kyushu must learn strategic command from me, it must have a good foundation in mathematics."

Xia Zuo was confirming the receipt with the terminal, when he heard the conversation between the two, he couldn't help but raise his head.

"Strategic command?"

Not "Mathematics and Computing on the Battlefield"?

and……

"Do cosmic infantry need to learn courses in this area?"

"No need." Pang Jiuzhou answered him almost immediately.

Then the sentinel felt that it was not appropriate for him to answer him with only three words, so he added an explanation, "It's just that I am personally interested in this aspect, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Oh."

"Why, is Xia Zuo also interested in the art of computing?" Professor An asked expectantly.

"I……"

Xia Zuo just said a word, but was interrupted by Professor An's long speech, "Actually, strategic command is the same as doing a calculation problem. You fill in the known conditions in the formula, and the result is that most people may not understand, but I I feel that the space infantry, as the front-line unit of the battle, should have some understanding of these anyway.”

"Stop," he finally found a lighter, lit a cigarette, and in front of the school teacher, Pang Jiuzhou, who violated school discipline and rules, spit out a smoke ring before interrupting, "It's true that you need to understand strategy, but don't confuse calculation problems with strategic command."

"Oh," Professor An narrowed his eyes, "Mr. Pang, do you have any opinions on my theory?"

"Teacher, your theory is really unreliable."

A pair of teachers and students began to argue immediately, and Xia Zuo, who was sitting on the side, squinted his eyes, and finally found out where the sense of disobedience in Professor An was.

When confronting Pang Jiuzhou just now, the aura erupted by the middle-aged man at that moment made the man-made people tremble a little.

It seemed that standing in front of him was not a gentle university professor, but thousands of troops.

The android boy stepped back subconsciously, leaning his back against the sofa.

He didn't know that Professor An was observing him at the moment.

Oops, he looks like a dull and good boy, but I didn't expect him to be so sensitive.

Anyway, not like an unawakened one.

There is also the sense of disobedience that fills the body, as if I have seen it before...

Recalling some bad memories, Professor An narrowed his eyes. At this moment, the look in his eyes was not at all like that of a civilian teacher in a military academy.

It took him a long time to recover from his fugue, only to find that the room was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling, and Pang Jiuzhou and Xia Zuo had been staring at him for a long time.

"Ah, I'm sorry," Professor An smiled apologetically, "I accidentally thought of something else."

Then he asked a little strangely: "Why did you get in front of Xia Zuo, Jiuzhou?"

Because the way you look at the little boy is a little weird...

Wait is not right.

Yes, what is he doing in front of the little boy?

Why did the body move over automatically? !

Pang Jiuzhou stiffly returned to his original position, Xia Zuo stood up and bowed, "Thank you teacher."

"Ah, no need..."

Xia Zuo raised his head and asked seriously: "In the future, if I don't understand anything about strategic command, can I ask you for advice?"

Professor An was stunned.

In those emerald green eyes, there was an unmistakable seriousness and firmness.

It's a good boy, the man confirmed again.

Then he suppressed those dark memories.

"Of course, otherwise what is the use of the teacher."

***

After Xia Zuo left, Pang Jiuzhou continued to stay in Professor An's dormitory.

"You don't usually come on Saturdays, do you? I give you classes on Sunday nights. What's the matter with you?"

The young sentinel sat on the sofa and threw the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray.

"Actually, I came today to ask the teacher something."

"Oh?"

"Hmm... something about the guide."