Blame him for being too pretty

The popularity of #乔先生# is still soaring.

The culprit, Song Yuhe, didn't know anything about it, and was fiddled with the rain shelter with his head buried.

Qin Xian was holding an umbrella without a rain shield, and turned half of the umbrella in the direction of Song Yuhe, half of his body was wet.

"Yuhe." Seeing that he was playing seriously, Qin Xian said, "Have you come up with anything?"

The two had already left the gate of Furnley University. Because of the heavy rain, the road was empty, except for a few branches soaked in stagnant water, which were picked up by patrolling robots after a while.

Song Yuhe tilted his head, looked at the dismantled parts in his palm, raised his head and said, "The research is done."

Qin Xian raised his eyebrows and didn't care.

A rain shelter, not so much complicated machinery.

Song Yuhe's hands, which looked like a young master from a rich family, quickly put the parts back together according to his memory. His speed was so fast that Qin Xian just took a look at the road, and a bunch of parts had been assembled back to their original shape.

Qin Xian blinked, suspecting that he had misread.

Song Yuhe stood on tiptoe and pressed the rain protector on the umbrella, tapped lightly with his slender fingertips, a series of sounds of mechanical operation came, and the rain protector started instantly, blowing the rain that drenched Qin Xian's shoulders straight sweep away.

Qin Xian: "..."

Qin Xian looked at Song Yuhe in disbelief.

Putting a bunch of parts back together at such a fast speed, what kind of little monster did he pick up?

Before Qin Xian asked in detail, they arrived at the place they were going to.

It was a store called "Bo Ke", just across the road from Furnley University. The name was literary and artistic, and the decoration was also very stylish. In fact, it was responsible for repairing machinery, selling bionic human models, and dealing with iron lumps. .

It's just that Furnley University is most famous for its bionic machinery major, but all the students who can be admitted to this school will repair their own machinery more or less, which leads to the deserted business of this store, and it seems that it is not far from closing the store.

Qin Xian wiped the water from his face, suppressed his excitement, and planned to get out the inspection report first.

He pushed open the thick glass door, turned sideways to let Song Yuhe in, and then put away the umbrella.

The glass door opened, and the doorbell rang.

The glass door has excellent sound insulation. As soon as the door was opened, a woman's voice drifted over from inside.

"...It's hard not to make people laugh. Did I persuade you back then? I wish I had your passport taken away and you went anyway. Now that the black history has been uncovered, who is to blame?"

Song Yuhe looked up suspiciously.

Half of the machines for sale were placed in the huge store. On the high chair with the back of the front desk sat a beautiful woman in gorgeous clothes, holding a cigarette between her fingers, as if she was talking on the phone. .

Hearing the ringing of the bell, the woman turned her head and her eyes fell on Song Yuhe, her smile seemed to deepen.

"I won't talk to you anymore, you can settle this matter yourself."

After she said something, she pressed the communicator off and threw it away, her movements were indescribably chic.

Qin Xian was impatient, so he asked directly after saying hello, "Hua Cai, where is your scrapped bionic?"

Bo Huacai pinched out the cigarette that had just been lit, turned on the ventilation, and said casually, "Here, what's behind."

Qin Xian hurriedly pulled Song Yuhe and rushed over, and set up the video recorder by the way, intending to capture the sacred moment when the Liuyin stabilizer was repaired in all directions without dead ends.

Song Yuhe didn't think there was anything sacred. After finding the bionic man, he skillfully beat it with tools.

As soon as he touched the bionic machine, there was no expression on his childish little face, which looked serious and serious, and also strangely cute.

Qin Xian circled around him excitedly.

While repairing, Song Yuhe talked to 57 in his mind: "There are so many unfamiliar things here, I really want to tear them down."

57 couldn't hold back, and asked him: "Why do you always think about tearing things apart? It's not fun."

Song Yuhe's fingers paused, and it took a long time before he said sullenly: "I have disassembled so many parts of the bionic man, but I can't fix you. I can only see if there is any other way."

57 choked.

Seeing that he was silent, Song Yuhe pinched the screw with his fingertips sullenly, his fingertips turned slightly white: "Are you disliking me for being stupid again?"

57:"……"

The watch on his wrist glowed red.

57 Numbly thought, here we go again.

Sure enough, Song Yuhe's frustration was very proficient, and he didn't even change his lines from childhood to adulthood.

"I know you put a lot of thought into raising me, and I understand the reason why crows and crows feed back, but I'm just stupid. I can't even remember my real name, and I don't know where my home is. Way to fix your neural network."

57:"……"

57's ears are callused, and he can't wait to scrap it on the spot.

Song Yuhe continued: "But the neural network is really difficult to repair. The textbook said that the neural network of the bionic person is damaged, just like a human brain is dead..."

57 was probably annoyed by his nagging, the red light made another chaotic sound, and the neural network became disordered again, and he uttered a stick reading chant.

"No matter how warm the fire is, it can't warm the cold and hard silver."

Qin Xian: "..."

Bo Huacai: "..."

"Look." Song Yuhe said, "every time your system is out of order, they will look at me with strange eyes when you play your lines. If you can't fix you, the teacher won't let me go to class. .”

Song Yuhe talked a lot when he was frustrated, he seemed to want to prove that he really worked hard and stopped being lazy, and if no one stopped him, he could chatter like Xianglin's wife for a long time.

57 couldn't take it anymore, and said weakly: "Cub, I was wrong, just take it apart."

Song Yuhe: "I am for you."

57 said: "Well, well, it's for me. Ancestor, please continue to dismantle it."

Only then did Song Xiaozu get rid of his frustration, and happily continued the demolition.

Bo Huacai's robot is much easier to repair than the bionics in the game and on duty. Song Yuhe almost didn't expend too much effort and repaired it easily.

Qin Xian was holding the video recorder, his face was numb, and it took him a long time to say with tears in his eyes, "The director must give me an extra week for this year's vacation!"

Song Yuhe: "Huh?"

Qin Xian coughed dryly, Qin Xian wanted to laugh but also wanted to hold back, so as not to show his undignified side in front of the child, he tried his best to show a Mr. Qiao smile: "I mean, in the future, we, Yuhe, can repair whatever we want , there is no need to open a license."

Song Yuhe's eyes lit up: "Really?! Thank you teacher!"

After finishing speaking, he took Qin Xian's hand and ran to the store shelf, pointing to the pile of gadgets he had never seen before, his eyes were full of little stars: "Then this, this, this, I can do all of these tear it down?"

Qin Xian: "..."

The corners of Qin Xian's cannibal smile twitched slightly.

Bo Huacai was drinking ice water from a glass. She leaned on the table and looked at them with a half-smile.

Qin Xian knew that Song Yuhe seldom communicated with people all year round and lacked sophistication, but he was unwilling to backtrack in front of his children, so he glanced at the machines that Song Yuhe ordered one by one, calculated the price hastily, gritted his teeth slightly, and said: " Good! Disassemble."

Song Yuhe: "Wow!"

When he is happy, he likes to circle around others, so Qin Xian's eyes are turning around mosquito coils.

Bo Huacai clicked on the light computer screen at the side, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Teacher Qin, for your generosity, 17 star coins, please pay."

Qin Xian: "..."

Qin Xian met Song Yuhe's bulingbuling eyes, swallowed a mouthful of old blood secretly, and settled the bill by turning on the light brain.

Song Yuhe was overjoyed, he had already taken down the thing he liked, sat on the ground and began to dismantle it.

The first thing he dismantled was the sunlight harvesting machine. After turning on the switch, a ray of sunlight stored in the light harvester lightly shot out from the exit and sprinkled on his face.

The sunlight was too close, illuminating half of his face like translucent warm jade, and even the pupils reflected a clear light.

Like a fine and beautiful bionic person.

Bo Huacai was amazed to see it. Those facial expressions videos on Xindao Xinghe are not as shocking as watching real people.

Qin Xian imported the files from the video recorder into the optical brain, and said to Bo Huacai, "I'm going back to hand in Yuhe's maintenance report, and I'll treat you to dinner in a few days."

Bo Huacai glanced at him, put his elbows on the table, and said lazily, "Go ahead, tell me what?"

Qin Xian didn't hear Bo Huacai's duplicity, so he nodded, "Yuhe, we're leaving."

Song Yuhe said, "I'll take another one apart."

Qin Xian felt a little helpless.

Bo Huacai glared at him, seeing that he was indifferent, and said coldly: "He is not willing to go with you, so you can go on your own. Why, put him here with me, and you are still worried that I will eat him?"

Qin Xian: "Ah, that's not what I meant."

Bo Huacai: "Then hurry up and get out."

Qin Xian was scolded so badly, she didn't know why she was angry again, but seeing that Song Yuhe was tearing it down seriously, it might take a long time to tear down that pile of things, so she had to squat down and touch his head, and said a few words, Then hurriedly followed an umbrella belonging to Bo Huacai and slipped away.

Bo Huacai walked to the door, looked at his back as he left in a hurry, and cursed in a low voice: "Idiot."

Song Yuhe always heard someone calling him an idiot at school, and he was very sensitive to these two words, so he raised his head in confusion: "Ah? I'm sorry."

Bo Huacai: "..."

Bo Huacai laughed, and pulled a stool to sit beside him: "I'm not talking about you, why do I apologize? Is this thing fun?"

Song Yuhe nodded, his eyes seemed to be more dazzling than the sun: "It's fun."

"That's good." Bo Huacai brushed the curly hair hanging from her shoulders, and said lightly, "Bionic machines are so romantic. If only my younger brother could like machines like you."

Song Yuhe said in surprise: "Someone hates machines?"

Bo Huacai: "Yeah, he is very delicate, and he can vomit for a long time when he smells the silver."

Song Yuhe was taken aback: "It's too delicate."

Bo Huacai couldn't help laughing again when she saw the unpretentious expression on his face. She tapped the watch on Song Yuhe's wrist: "Is this your bionic?"

Song Yuhe nodded.

"The model number should be A0GE57, which was made ten years ago." Bo Huacai raised an eyebrow, "This one is about to reach its maximum wear-and-tear period, can it still be used?"

Song Yuhe didn't understand this: "Depletion period?"

Bo Huacai said: "Well, in about ten years, the Liuyin Stabilizer will gradually stagnate. Is it impossible for it to become a human now?"

Song Yuhe hurriedly nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "It's been a long time ago that I can't change people."

Bo Huacai saw that Song Yuhe attached great importance to this bionic man, and asked, "Do you want to change it?"

Song Yuhe covered the bionic man on his wrist, his beautiful eyes curled up unconsciously.

"He's my most important person."

Bo Huacai was slightly taken aback when he heard this "person", but didn't say much: "Since you can repair the Liuyin stabilizer, you can consider buying a new stabilizer for him, so that it can last longer."

Song Yuhe tilted his head: "New? Need money?"

"Correct."

"How many?"

Bo Huacai pointed to the lighting device in his hand: "It's about ten of these."

Song Yuhe looked at the price on the daylighting device - 28888.

Ten out of 28888.

Song Yuhe: "..."

Song Yuhe was shocked by the sky-high price.

Selling him would not be worth the money.

Seeing his cowardly look, 57 said angrily, "What are you afraid of? Don't you know how to repair Liuyin stabilizers? If you rely on this as a living, you will definitely be able to save enough...before I scrap it."

Song Yuhe thought for a while: "That's right."

He rekindled his hope: "I want to work hard to make money and change the stabilizer for 57."

Bo Huacai liked him more and more, and forced a smile: "Yuhe."

"Uh-huh?"

"I was just talking about the price of the Liuyin stabilizer, the sensors of the limbs, and a bunch of other messy parts that need to be replaced."

Bo Huacai looked at Song Yuhe's expression that seemed to be going into a daze, and said the last sentence cruelly: "Do you know the total price of the lighting devices?"

Song Yuhe: "..."

Song Yuhe has always wanted to repair 57's damaged neural network, but never thought that other parts of the bionic man also have a shelf life.

Bo Huacai suggested with a smile: "If you are really short of money, why don't you come to my place to work part-time?"

"Part-time job?" These two words are very novel to the bumpkin Song Yuhe, "What is that?"

"It's work." Bo Huacai probably saw that the child's brain is not very good, and explained patiently, "Help me fix things, and I'll pay you."

Song Yuhe's eyes lit up: "Can I earn 20 yuan in half a year?"

Bo Huacai carefully evaluated his store that was about to close down, and said, "Dreams may come sooner."

Song Yuhe was not discouraged either, it was better to make money than to wait for 57 to be scrapped, so he simply nodded: "Okay."

Bo Huacai thought it was no wonder Qin Xian liked to touch the child's head. With such a cute look, she wanted to stretch out her devil's claws and rub it.

Bo Huacai gave a dry cough, resisted the urge, and said, "Go back and discuss with your teacher. Although my shop has a small number of customers, it is often filled with big orders that ordinary students can't repair. If you are lucky, you can't make money." Less."

Song Yuhe nodded seriously: "Okay."

He was not in the mood to unpack things, so he packed up the things Qin Xian bought for him, and said obediently, "Thank you sister, goodbye."

Bo Huacai said goodbye with a smile, thinking that this was much cuter than his bad-tempered younger brother.

Watching Song Yuhe push open the door, hold up the umbrella and leave, Bo Huacai sat back on the chair and continued to scan the galaxy.

The most popular news is still #比先生#, and the hottest news in real time has once again boosted the popularity.

I don't know which wicked person did it, but bought the LED display screen opposite the Pucun Building, and played Mr. Qiao's horrible acting skills in the game in a loop.

[If you don’t get drunk, don’t return: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I can’t stop laughing, the [-] or [-]-storey LED screens are usually advertised for high-end luxury goods, and it’s still a scene of Nanhuai Star, but now Mr. Qiao’s cannibalizing face Putting it on suddenly hahahahaha, what a different effect]

【Wind Erosion: #李先生##顶流##下交影帝##that man#】

[Clattering: Hahaha, I am Qiao Shihong!I don't know who did the whole thing?Hahahahaha]

[Wangchuan Qiushui: I heard that the opposite side of Pucun is the headquarters of the Song Corporation. It should be quite expensive to contract the right to use the LED screen. Hahaha, it is quite expensive. 】

Satisfied, Bo Huacai took a few screenshots, clicked on a window remarking [Bo Sanqiao], and sent the pictures over.

[Sister: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha?In order to cheat you, he is really willing to pay. 】

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao cut off the window angrily.

The Pucun Group has a big family and a big business, and those in power have to be full of power. In addition, Bo Qiao loves the satisfaction of watching the world from a high position. There are half-circle floor-to-ceiling windows in the entire CEO's office, ensuring that he can see Nanhuai when he looks up. The stars are brightly lit.

But now, the curtains in the office are all drawn, making it airtight like a birdcage.

With a sullen face, Bo Qiao opened Song Guanxing's account.

Song Guanxing quickly connected, with a smile in his voice.

"Hey, Mr. Joe, first of all, congratulations on your upcoming second trophy from Galaxy..."

Bo Qiao said coldly: "Song Guanxing, you are almost done, is it interesting?"

"That's interesting." Song Guanxing grinned, "Now is the era of traffic, Mr. Qiao, do you know how many advertisers are coming to you to endorse you? With your popularity, if you show up, you will definitely be a top streamer. .”

Bo Qiao almost crushed the communication, and said indifferently: "Feng Shui turns, you are not afraid that one day, you will also fall into my hands?"

Song Guanxing groaned: "Then wait until I fall into your hands. I'll just have to feel good now."

Bo Qiao: "..."

After Song Guanxing finished his harsh words, he seemed to cover his voice and said something, and he said after a while: "My mother is looking for me, so let's stop talking. Come on, Mr. Qiao, I have spent hundreds of millions on hot search and marketing. Make sure you get the trophy and get soft hands."

"..." Bo Qiao, "Ma Baonan! Get out—"

Song Guanxing laughed loudly, and left in a cool manner.

Bo Qiao rubbed his eyebrows, the news on the communication list never stopped, he slid down twice, startled.

——I don't know if it was done by Song Guanxing, but half of the friends' profile pictures in Bo Sanqiao's communication list have been replaced with [Mr. Qiao is stupid. jpg].

Bo Qiao didn't believe in evil, so after masking the word #乔先生#, he planned to eat Shenglin's melons to cover up his scars, but he didn't expect that magical emoji to penetrate almost everywhere, everywhere.

Bo Qiao slumped on the chair with black lines all over his body for a long time, and was forced to collapse by Song Guanxing, the boy of his mother, and finally clicked on the search page with a sinking face.

type:

"Social death what to do"

"Recruit a research team and develop a time machine"

"Which planet is more suitable for retirement?"

"Order Airboat Tickets"