the one who lives in my body

In the end, the matter was naturally resolved, although I don't know what method the princess family used, what Xie Dongrong said to the policemen.

Anyway, I was safe and sound, and when I arrived at school the next day, all the ill intentions others had cast on me were gone.

At the same time, a bad reputation about the head of the Ning family gradually spread.

The photo of the rose being thrown into the trash can was provided to Xie Dongrong by me, and then for some reason, it spread quietly on Maodian's forum.

Overnight, the whole incident was reversed, my mother became the victim instantly, and I was the legendary tough boy who dropped out of school and beat the rich and powerful for the honor of his mother.

Simply put, I am famous.

From that day on, almost everyone knew about me at school, and many people soon knew that I had a close relationship with Xie Dongrong. This kind of news was the last thing Xie Dongrong wanted to spread, but after that incident , but he didn't say anything, as if he acquiesced.

I think this is one of the proofs that he cares about me, of course, it doesn't mean that his attitude towards me will change.

Now let's talk about myself.

Facts have proved that my decision to move out of Namin was not wrong. The old man was indeed a master of armor, but he offended an aristocratic family because of his too hard temper back then, and finally failed to become famous.

He was able to have his current job thanks to his friendship with the doctor back then.

That's right, it's the "doctor" I often see at Xie Dongrong's house.

He should be regarded as a descendant of the doctor. Although the doctor appreciates him, he has nothing to do with his situation. In addition, he is naturally unwilling to bow his head to others. The kindness of other people's charity is often an insult to him.

In the end, he only accepted the job brought by the doctor that had nothing to do with mecha.

"My things don't need anyone to help them shine." These are the old man's original words. Of course, I think this is also the reason why he looks down on me.

In his eyes, my friendship with An Hexuan, Xie Dongrong and others is for my own future development needs.

Although he always gives me cold faces, the thick skin I have honed on Xie Dongrong these years is not for nothing. Since the day I started working at the base, I have deliberately taken the parts bag to assemble in front of him every day. , and occasionally show him the finished product.

He can't say a single nice word, and sometimes I wonder if he'll never say anything other than "stupid, leave me alone, hot dick" to describe me.

Of course, I was also confused. If it weren't for An Guo and Xie Dongrong's praise from time to time, I don't think I would be able to cheer up for a long time.

That's right, Xie Dongrong would praise me from time to time in terms of mech armor.

I found that he seems to be interested in mechs, and he also seems to like what I make.

Of course, liking what I do is not the same as liking me, I know that.

Sometimes I wonder if I should assemble a small mecha specially for Xie Dongrong as a gift for him.

But then I stopped thinking about it, and reason told me that the mech might be the only pure thing between me and him without any emotion.

If you don't want Xie Dongrong to hate you even more, I advise you not to do this.

And An Guo's liking for these gadgets is only from the children's praise, but just relying on these, I can cheer up.

Until one day, when I was habitually sitting in front of the cage of Pan Shi (the Amut man) and assembled it attentively, the voice of the old man came from behind.

He said: "There is more than aura, but not enough technology."

I looked back at him and said tentatively, "I've tried my best to use what I learned in school..."

He sneered: "What is taught in the Maodian are all tricks to mislead the younger generation."

In this way, we started talking. It was the first time I talked to him about mechs, and it was also the first time that he took over my semi-finished product from me.

I saw the mottled fine wounds on his fingertips, and knew that these were the marks left by the armor on his hands.

I could also see the rare tenderness on his face as he gazed at the instruments.

I think his love for armor is beyond my comparability.

The old man is indeed a genius. In his eyes, my level can only be regarded as a rotten tree waiting to be carved.

I did learn a lot under him.

Occasionally, An Hexuan would also come to play in this alien breeding room, and he was the only one.

Looking at his eyes, I thought, maybe in his eyes, these alien plants and animals are not as indifferent as I thought before.

He has a childlike care for them.

The kind of caring that I will take a look occasionally when I think of it, and I will be happy every time I see it.

I like to assemble armor in front of Panshi's cage. Once, when I came to my senses, An Hexuan had been standing in front of me for a long time.

It's not that I didn't know he was coming, but I thought he was observing the rock and had nothing to do with me.

But for the first time, he pointed to something in my hand and asked, "Can you show me the finished product?"

There is nothing to hide about this, I took him into the breeding room inside, it was just coming to the weekend, and I put all the finished products I made this week into various strange poses, and put them on my back. on the table.

An Hexuan glanced at it, and said, "What do you say? It feels a little cool."

Then he picked up the one I was most satisfied with and asked me, "Can I take it back and have a look?"

If it was someone else, I would definitely refuse, but his relationship with me is actually pretty good. He is often the lubricant between me and Xie Dongrong, so I didn’t hesitate much. I let him take it away and told him, Be sure to get it back before the weekend.

Then until Monday next week, he didn't bring it back to me. Even if I deliberately mentioned this matter when I visited Xie Dongrong's dormitory, he would scratch his head and say something like he forgot.

Xie Dongrong was naturally also present.

After listening to our conversation, he just frowned, as if he was not very happy, but I didn't know what he was thinking. After leaving the door, he asked me: "Does An Hexuan often go to your work place?"

I said yes, the expression on his face didn't change, and he hummed in a neutral manner. Since the day he started to be taller than me, he has become more and more unpredictable when facing me. Sometimes I even hope that he can be like me. It's the same as before, even a few words of sarcasm are fine, but obviously, time cannot be turned back.

Then, it was on Wednesday of that week that An Hexuan walked up to me again and said, "My father wants to see you." It's not a good thing, but it's not necessarily a bad thing.

That day was the first time I actually saw Wang.

Wang is the kind of handsome man with a deep face, both in appearance and aura, he is somewhat similar to the eldest prince, but because of the precipitation of the years, the shock he brings to people and the majesty radiating from the whole body are also different. Naturally, there are much more than the First Prince.

It's hard to imagine that someone with this face would be a libertine sowing seeds everywhere.

It would be a lie to say that I am not excited, at first I thought he saw my work and appreciated me quite a bit, and I felt a little joyful in my heart, who knew that his first sentence was: "You are Shen Yi's son, right? .”

My heart sank, the last thing I want in this life is to hear my mother's name from this kind of man, it may bring a lot of misfortune, and... with his identity, if anything happens, I am destined not to do it beat him.

"Yes." With the best self-cultivation in my life, I smiled at him, but couldn't say anything else.

I'm afraid, I'm really a little scared, I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I might be called a brother with An Hexuan and Sun Yuze, although I also think that my mother probably won't have that much charm, but just guessing like this, Just enough to make my hands and feet cold.

"We are getting along well with Dongrong and Hexuan." As he said that, he smiled. At this moment, I saw the uncertainty of a violent king from his face. Although he tried his best to keep calm, his hands trembled involuntarily. Come.

"Yes, it's not bad." I couldn't say anything else wise.

"Am I that scary?" Sitting on the sofa on the other side, he smiled at me kindly. I knew that maybe he chose the reception room to make me relax, so that I didn't have to look up at him, but sure enough, I think the top and bottom positions are more calming for me.

"No, I just can't figure out why His Majesty suddenly wants to see me, and I feel a little uneasy." I raised my head, looked directly at him, and tried to smile.

"I won't eat you." He spread his hands slightly, "You are young, and the armor is also well done. I played with the one in He Xuan's hand and found it very interesting."

Only then did I smile sincerely, "I'm a little apprehensive, but I'm really happy. If Your Majesty likes it, I can give it to you."

Then he said: "I heard that because of your mother, you beat half of Ning Xingxian's face to purple."

I had a little difficulty breathing, and instantly thought of countless possibilities for him to bring up this topic, but before I could open my mouth, he gave me the answer: "If I want to date your mother, will you punch me too? "

He smiled and looked straight at me, like a cunning old demon, waiting for the struggle of his prey.

The muscles at the masseter muscle were so tight that they became sore, but in the end I didn't have the courage to really bite down. After a long while, I heard myself laughing like self-deprecating, and said, "Your Majesty is too serious, how dare I."

As if hearing a satisfying joke, the next moment, he laughed out heartily. The hahaha voice was like a spell, which made me feel that I was almost isolated from this world.

Until he patted me on the shoulder and told me: "Very good, young man with a future."

He sent me away.

I don't want to think about what he means, I haven't been home for a week, and I don't know how my mother's situation is.

But what's the use of me going back now?

Sitting in front of Rock's cage and assembling mechs here, I'm used to it.

Rock in the cage has gotten used to me for some time, and when I sit in front of him, he will look at my hand reflexively.

But this time I don't have any mech parts in my hands.

I just sat there looking at the appearance of the rock, in a daze.

Until my gaze gradually followed Panshi's body upwards, finally, I met his golden pupils.

This seemed to be the first time I actually met his eyes, and I believe that over the years, I have formed a delicate friendship with him, although we have never communicated.

An Guo also said that although I came last, I have the best relationship with Panshi.

At first I didn't know why.

Now, looking at him, I seem to gradually understand.

When the door opened, I thought it was the old man or An Guo who came back.

It turned out to be An Hexuan.

And behind him, walking slowly without looking sideways, was Xie Dongrong who had never been here since he left Namin.

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