Artificial Wizard Growth Log

It took a while before someone connected this name with the gray-haired boy in the front row. Last semester, Xia Zuo's information did not have a surname due to the delay of the household registration management system, and it was finally added this semester.

Speaking of which, Xia Zuo is Li Daolin's adopted son, almost all of them have forgotten.

Because Xia Zuo's own sense of existence is enough for people to ignore any title on him.

Li Daolin has many political opponents in the political arena. Ms. Mary also took advantage of this when she started inciting students in the last semester. After all, almost all the military students of the National University of the Capital are related to the political and military departments. As expected, Xia Zuo not only successfully fought back, but also established a certain power among the students after a semester.

His power is not like that of Pang Kyushu or Elena Hall among the students. The students are eager to get close to him because of his unspeakable charm, and fear him because of his strength and coldness.

Ms. Mary glanced at the perfect and delicate face, said nothing, but raised her hand and patted it.

The three stood up and went out.

"Being a candidate does not mean that you will definitely enter the national flag regiment. As a member of our 19th cosmic infantry squad, if you lose face in group training, I don't mind going to the national flag regiment training camp to bring you back by ear."

Under the envious eyes of other people in the class, the three of them listened to Ms. Mary's frightening threats. Hurt was very serious, Xia Zuo looked as usual, and Pang Jiuzhou raised his head and saluted frivolously .

The three answered in unison.

"Yes, ma'am, I will definitely live up to your great trust."

"get out."

Under Ms. Mary's order, the three of them left the classroom together. Xia Zuo's arm was held by Pang Kyushu. The gray-haired boy looked up at him. Before the sentry could speak, Hurt on the other side snorted.

Pang Jiuzhou acted as if he didn't hear it, "Oh, boy, let's go together."

Xia Zuo: "..."

Obviously we are all going the same way, why should we emphasize walking together?

Hurt, who was walking ahead, was already far ahead. Hearing what Pang Kyushu said, he sneered and said, "Why, Mr. Pang has no confidence in joining the national flag group. Do you want to find an ally?"

Pang Kyushu didn't even deny it, "Yeah, I don't have confidence, so Mr. Hurt who is confident, please go ahead as soon as possible, and don't worry about us weaklings."

Then he ignored the bluish-faced Hutt, and pulled Xia Zuo to change the way.

Along the way, the sentinels are educating Xia Zuo not to get in touch with some sentries who are well-dressed and beastly. Blonde hair is too coquettish. Sentinels with blond hair are all playboys. It is better to have black hair. The Asian man, Gu Jia, is the best choice for a partner. .

Xia Zuo remained silent until he shook off Pang Jiuzhou's hand at the gate of the national flag regiment training camp.

"Mr. Pang," the cyborg suggested sincerely, "you should find a guide to help you adjust the secretion of quasi-human."

Then without waiting for Pang Jiuzhou to refute him, Xia Zuo turned and walked into the training camp.

***

If you don't mention that Pang Jiuzhou has been staring at him with sad and sad eyes during the training, Xia Zuo thinks the training of the national flag regiment is very boring, so boring that he wonders why this kind of training is carried out.

The candidates for the national flag regiment are all juniors. Since all the seniors are interns in the army, the juniors are already the highest in the ranks of university students in the capital, and all the juniors and girls must salute them when they see them. Such a junior The students, such as lining up neatly and walking in unison, have already mastered the basic training without making any mistakes. However, in the national flag group, they still have to carry out this basic training repeatedly.

The artificial man thought, is it possible for him to withdraw now?

Of course it is impossible, if he submits an application for withdrawal, Ms. Mary will be the first to come out to deal with him.

No wonder Xia Zuo wanted to quit, because the training of the national flag regiment had occupied most of his spare time except for class, squeezing the study plan he made himself into a seamless fit.

Which one is more important, the study plan or the opportunity to join the national flag group? Most people think it is the latter, but for Xia Zuo, learning is more important.

Without knowledge, it is abnormal in this society.

Xia Zuo did not allow others to discover his abnormality.

It's a pity that for roommates who live together, those abnormalities are not something he can hide if he wants to.

When he turned on the light screen to watch the teaching video at one o'clock in the middle of the night again, the disheveled Pang Jiuzhou climbed up from the lower bunk and pulled the quilt to cover him with a speechless expression.

"What are you doing?" Xia Zuo's tone was gloomy in the dark night.

"What are you doing?!" Pang Jiuzhou said in a very bad tone, "I should ask this question, what are you doing? Can't you sleep well?"

Xia Zuo, who was under the blanket, was a little ashamed when he heard this, "Did I disturb you?"

Pang Kyushu: "..."

He couldn't tell that he was secretly peeping at Xia Zuo all the time in the lower bunk, could he?He doesn't want to be taken as an idiot.

But facing Xia Zuo whose tone softened, he couldn't brazenly say that you really disturbed me. The light screen was still flickering faintly on one side. Can't help but draw.

These days in the same dormitory, he finally understood how far Xia Zuo had worked so hard.

Others might be amazed by the achievements of the gray-haired boy, but Pang Jiuzhou felt that it was hard work.

It was really hard for Xia Zuo to work so hard.

He put his hand on the cotton quilt, and the sense of touch amplified by his mental power allowed him to touch Xia Zuo's breath under the quilt. He knew that Xia Zuo must be waiting for him to speak with wide green eyes at this time, looking obedient and quiet.

Through a layer of quilt, the sentinel gently stroked the artificial man.

"Don't worry about your studies," Xia Zuo heard him say, "Leave it to me to find a solution."

The voice was so gentle that Xia Zuo, who had been up late for a long time, fell asleep feeling those hands through the quilt.

the next day.

Xia Zuo was expressionless.

"Is this your way?"

Pang Jiuzhou, who was opposite him, raised his eyebrows, with a cigarette in his mouth, and spread his hands with a bit of a cheap expression.

"no?"

They had just finished the national flag training at night, and they were sweating in the library, sitting at a table, surrounded by people who avoided them.

Xia Zuo lowered his voice, "What do you mean by tutoring me?"

"What do you mean?" Pang Jiuzhou said carelessly, "I don't need you to spend money, let alone the class, look at the whole school, who has better grades than me?"

Before Xia Zuo could speak, he quickly added, "I don't talk about practice, I only talk about theory."

Xia Zuo choked for a moment and could only nod his head.

He could not refute this.

Pang Jiuzhou went on to say: "With your learning ability, the teaching video can't keep up with your progress at all. I think you slowed down specifically...Are you sure you don't need the guidance of a learning god?"

Claiming to be a god of learning, Pang Kyushu's face was so thick-skinned, but Xia Zuo felt... still unable to refute.

He is still confused.

The books in front of the two of them had already been spread out, and the preparations before the lecture were all done. Xia Zuo stared at the square letters on the book, was speechless for a while, and then spoke in a low voice.

"We...are competitors."

I don’t want to be just your competitor. Pang Jiuzhou didn’t say this. He smiled and turned on the jamming program so that the eavesdroppers around him couldn’t hear them. Then he said, “Even if I tutor you, we It's also an opponent."

It is an accident to develop other feelings during the tutoring process.

Pang Kyushu's idea was very good.

Xia Zuo, who was not entangled, moved quickly. He moved the chair and sat down next to Pang Jiuzhou, while pointing to the knowledge points that he didn't understand in the book. There was nothing he couldn't explain.

I don't usually see this person working hard, why is he so good?

Xia Zuo had this thought in his mind.

The two stayed in the library for an hour, and quickly finished a book. Next, they had to do questions to consolidate their knowledge. Xia Zuo listed the formula calculations on the light screen, a little absent-minded.

Pang Jiuzhou was flipping through a novel, occasionally glanced at Xia Zuo's calculation process, and immediately noticed his distraction.

"wrong."

"Ah."

The Light Path Pen in Xia Zuo's hand paused, deleted the previous formula, and restarted the calculation.

The library is quiet. It is almost closing time, and the students have almost left. Two or three robots rolled out to clean up the waste paper left by the students on the desks or the snack bags sneaked in.

The large brush protruding from the bottom of the robot's feet brushed the floor, making a repetitive monotonous small noise.

These movements were blocked by the silence jamming program.

This desk in the corner is like a small safe haven for two lonely people.

The artificial man felt that at this quiet moment, there seemed to be something surging in his heart, floating and accumulating, clamoring and quieting, making him want to speak, but he didn't want to say anything.

The pen in his hand has been stopped for a long time, no writing appears on the light screen, and even the portable smart phone is silent.

Xia Zuo realized that although he stopped writing, Pang Jiuzhou did not remind him to distract himself.

Sitting in his position, he could feel the focused gazes of the people around him, hot and straight, like particle beams trying to pierce through the target.

He wanted to see Pang Jiuzhou's expression at this time, but his muscles were stiff like carbon polymers, completely unaffected by his brain.

He felt that once he turned his head and looked at Pang Kyushu, something would become the past and he would never return to the original point.

Broken porcelain bottles can never be repaired, and the feelings paid can never be taken back.

It is not between people and people. Once you step over that dividing line, there is no way back.

It wasn't until the soft female voice came out from the loudspeaker, urging the middle school students in the library to leave for the third time, that he felt Pang Kyushu pat him on the shoulder affectionately.

"gone back."

"……it is good."