Blame him for being too pretty

Song Yuhe returned to the dormitory with a bunch of things in his arms, looked at the time, and expressed his confusion: "Didn't I just play in that Mr. Qiao's world for a while? Why did it show up for a day?"

57 was silent for a long time, and said, "You slept for too long."

Song Yuhe had been yawning all the time when he was repairing the bionic man on duty, and fell into a deep sleep at the end of the game. Lian Yan didn't wake him up, and after he got up, he ran with Qin Xian all day, and there was a faint sky outside. blacken.

Lian Yan was not in the dormitory, Song Yuhe didn't think much about it, after putting down the things, he shook his head like a cat, untied the hair band and put it on the table.

The "rubber band" that is tied up is a soft wire. It has probably been used for a long time, and some old parts have peeled off.

Song Yuhe changed into warm yellow pajamas, sat down at the table with loose long hair and began to dismantle the machine that Qin Xian bought for him - the little bear pajamas were also bought by Qin Xian, very cute.

The bionic man on his wrist has been untied and placed in a small box aside, Song Yuhe specially took a piece of soft cloth to cushion it, as if he was afraid that it would collapse to 57.

The mechanical parts of those gadgets are not complicated, and Song Yuhe figured it out before twelve o'clock. He put away his things, took a shower and lay on the bed.

Song Yuhe fell asleep quickly, but after squinting his eyes for a while, he began to feel drowsy.

57 said: "Sleep."

Song Yuhe muttered drowsily, "Hug me."

57 seemed to laugh, and repeated in a softer voice: "Go to sleep."

Song Yuhe's hand caressing the bionic man dropped slightly, and landed on the soft bed, breathing evenly after a while.

In his sleep, he felt drowsy as if he had returned to his childhood.

In the scent of roses, someone gently stroked his face with warm hands, and the sound was like a breeze.

"Like it?"

Song Yuhe stared blankly at the face that seemed to be shrouded in clouds, tried hard to distinguish the appearance but could only see a lock of black hair hanging on his shoulders.

He opened his lips to shout something, but he couldn't remember who this person was at all, so he could only reach out in vain, trying to get a hug.

Seeming to be stepping on empty steps under his feet, Song Yuhe felt as if he rolled around a few times in embarrassment, and opened his eyes again, in front of him was the bionic man who looked at him indifferently.

The android uttered the repeated lines dumbly.

"Want to hug you."

The little Song Yuhe sat on the ground, looked up at the tall bionic man, and instinctively opened his hands, wanting it to hug him.

The bionic man was indifferent, his inorganic eyes were all indifferent.

Song Yuhe shook his short arms, and the child's soft voice seemed to melt everything.

"You give me a hug."

The sound of wind and rain resounded in my ears, and the sound of mechanical gears became slow, as if it would stop in the next second.

Suddenly a hug hugged him gently.

***

Song Yuhe felt warm all over, and opened his eyes in a daze.

It's already dawn.

The rain that had rained all day yesterday had stopped, the curtains were not drawn, and the warm sunlight came in directly, and the whole mattress smelled of warm sunshine.

57 said: "Morning, get up and go to class."

Song Yuhe is very obedient, even if he is sleepy and staring, he doesn't stay in bed, obediently gets up, washes and changes clothes, and goes to class with a book in his arms.

On the way, Song Yuhe discussed with 57: "Don't read your lines today, I'm afraid the teacher will kick me out and punish me."

57 said angrily, "He wants to harm you?"

"No, as long as you don't read the lines, he won't scold me."

57's tone was full of impatience: "I can't control it again."

The conversation between the bionic man and Song Yuhe is often done through the brain wave communication function, and all conversations can be completed in the brain without making a sound on weekdays, but the disorder caused by the damage of the bionic man's nervous system cannot be controlled by anyone.

Song Yuhe didn't force others, he was very optimistic, thinking that he would be scolded at worst.

After leaving the dormitory building, Song Yuhe was asking where the road to Teaching Building 57 was. When he looked up, he found that everyone on the road seemed to be looking at him, with curiosity and surprise in their eyes, and whispering in groups from time to time.

Song Yuhe didn't know why, so he pulled his hair.

57 said vigilantly: "They seem to want to harm you, son, we'd better act first."

Song Yuhe was about to comfort him, but the braid at the back of his head was pulled again, and before Song Yuhe could react, a hand had already wrapped him around from behind.

Song Yuhe turned around in doubt.

Lu Jing lazily embraced his shoulders, glanced at the people around Song Yuhe who couldn't move, and asked with a half-smile, "What are you looking at? Don't you need to go to class?"

Lu Jing is a man of the day at Furnley University, and no one dared to offend him. A few students who got close and planned to see the legendary #宋五七# laughed dryly and hurried away.

After a while, as the class bell rang, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.

Song Yuhe was about to run to class in a daze, but Lu Jing grabbed his pigtails.

57 was furious: "I killed him!!!"

"What are you going to do?" Lu Jing yawned lazily, "The teacher asked us to go to the research institute."

Song Yuhe: "Huh? What about the class?"

Lu Jing was finally willing to let him go, clasped his hands behind his head, and walked forward lazily: "You don't understand those classes, and I don't need to listen to them. What are you going to do? It's a waste of time."

Song Yuhe thought about it, and felt that what he said made sense.

He didn't want to be scolded either, so he followed Lu Jing to the research institute without any psychological burden.

Early in the morning, people came and went from the research institute, and when Lu Jing led Song Yuhe past, everyone swept their X-ray-like eyes around Song Yuhe.

#乔先生#’s No. [-] Galaxy popularity has gone through another night of fermentation. Everyone in the research institute carefully watched the video of Song Yuhe’s repair of the stabilizer no less than ten times, and some people even stayed up all night.

At this time, everyone's eyes are not as disgusted and disdainful as before, but with suspicion and excitement, and some people have a little fanaticism in their eyes.

Lu Jing leaned forward and whispered to Song Yuhe quietly: "Their eyes look like they want to eat you."

Song Yuhe retreated back, finally couldn't hold back, and whispered, "Why are you always so close to me?"

Lu Jing's behavior with him completely exceeded the boundaries that strangers should have - when he first met Teacher Qin, Qin Xian would not take the initiative to get so close to him.

"I said it, I think you are very familiar..." Lu Jing's lazy ending was extremely long, and he seemed to be falling asleep. "My cousin's surname is also Song, and your surname is also Song. What a coincidence."

Song Yuhe doesn't understand, there are probably tens of millions of people with the surname Song in the entire galaxy, why does the same surname feel familiar?

Does this young master know everyone so well?

Lu Jing didn't say much, and dragged him to find Qin Xian.

Qin Xian has just received Song Yuhe's approval report, and it usually takes half a month for official personnel to get the report, but Song Yuhe is really special, not only because of his unique skill of being able to repair the Liuyin stabilizer, but also because of his The control over all the machines is jaw-dropping, and the approval was stamped overnight.

Seeing Song Yuhe approaching, Qin Xian was very excited, and came up to report the approval to him, yelling "Yuhe" and "Good boy", almost tearing up.

Song Yuhe didn't understand the difference between a full-time employee and an intern, holding the approval report with a confused face.

Qin Xian tried his best to explain to him in an understandable way: "It's a regular employee, and you will be paid!"

Song Yuhe's eyes lit up: "20 a month?!"

Qin Xian: "..."

Qin Xian choked for a moment, and said tactfully, "Cub, maybe there aren't that many."

Song Yuhe let out an "oh" and said, "Yesterday that sister asked me to tell you that she wanted me to work in that store."

"Hua Cai?" Qin Xian was taken aback, "What do you do part-time work? The teacher will pay you the tuition fee, and the salary of the research institute is enough for your daily expenses."

Song Yuhe explained to him: "I want to save money to replace parts for 57, it's very expensive."

He frowned and counted for Qin Xian with his fingers, such as silver stabilizers, sensors, lost silver, a bunch of messy expenses, very expensive.

Qin Xian frowned, and knew that he had always treasured that bionic man named 57, and that no one else could touch him. Even if he accidentally touched it, that always well-behaved kitten would probably stretch out his paws and scratch it to bleed.

"All right." Qin Xian said, "I'll discuss it with her later."

Song Yuhe: "Yeah!"

Lu Jing yawned, unable to understand the meaning of part-time job, and raised his hand to interrupt Qin Xian: "Teacher, I'm here, can I go?"

Qin Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "Which way to go? I discussed it with the dean. This year's intern quota is yours."

Lu Jing: "..."

Lu Jing's bored face turned green all the time: "I didn't say I wanted to be serious..."

"You submitted an application for a place in the research institute before, and I have already approved it." Qin Xian said with a smile, "Congratulations."

Lu Jing had a dead fish-eye expression of "Do you think I'm happy?", probably trying to kill himself who had submitted the application form before.

Qin Xian said: "The research institute is not busy now, and you don't have to go here every day."

Hearing these words, the lazy Lu Jing finally looked a little better.

But before he could heave a sigh of relief, Qin Xian pointed to Song Yuhe and added: "Yuhe doesn't know much about the specific details of the institute's bionic machinery. I heard that you are the same counselor and live close to each other. , take him with you when you have time."

Lu Jing: "..."

Lu Jing was expressionless: "Teacher, I'm an intern with distinguished VIP staff, do you think it's suitable?"

Qin Xian nodded: "It's suitable."

Lu Jing: "..."

Lu Jing turned to look at Song Yuhe.

Song Yuhe probably knew who to ask for things he didn't understand in the future, so he rolled his eyes at him, as beautiful as if they were shining.

Lu Jing was silent for a long time, then suddenly showed a lazy smile, and tugged at Song Yuhe's braid: "It's not impossible - call me to listen to my brother first."

Qin Xian frowned in dissatisfaction. He couldn't understand Lu Jing's intentional embarrassment for Song Yuhe.

But before Qin Xian could stop him, Song Yuhe called him crisply: "Brother."

Qin Xian: "..."

Lu Jing: "..."

Lu Jing didn't expect him to scream as soon as he said it, and his face turned red inexplicably, coughed dryly, and muttered softly: "You are really flexible."

Song Yuhe took this as a compliment and smiled even better.

***

After getting Song Yuhe's approval report, Qin Xian finally had time to come to Bo Huacai to discuss the child's work outside.

When he first arrived at the "Bo Ke" store, Bo Huacai was making a holographic video with someone.

Bo Huacai's dress doesn't look like a bionic machine repairer at all. She is beautiful and self-aware. Every outfit is tasteful and complements her temperament. Qin Xian has known her for so long, and has hardly seen her wearing the same clothes.

Today, Bo Huacai wore a high-definition red dress, as if she could go to the red carpet at any time. She crossed her legs and put on her lipstick in front of the mirror.

On the chair opposite her, a man in a suit jacket was holding coffee and frowning. Because it was a holographic video, his body was composed of countless data, which looked a little unreal and whitish, like a layer of soft light filter. mirror.

Even if it's just an illusory data shadow, Qin Xian can clearly sense the strength and indifference of this person, which cannot be ignored.

Seeing Qin Xian approaching, the man glanced at him, lifted his thin lips, his eyes seemed to show a cold edge, and said to Bo Huacai lightly: "This is the steel straight you mentioned..."

Bo Huacai was still applying lipstick, her expression didn't move, she pursed her lips, and said three words vaguely: "Mr. Qiao."

The man immediately fell silent.

Qin Xian apologized, "Did I bother you?"

"It's okay." Bo Huacai finally fixed her lipstick, twirling her fingers around the curly hair on her shoulders, and said with a smile, "Sit down for a while, I'll finish the business with him first."

Qin Xian nodded, and walked to the shelf not far away to pass the time by looking at the new arrivals, but his eyes always unconsciously glanced there along the gap of the shelf.

"Why did you remember to come and see me?" Bo Huacai said casually while arranging her hair in front of the mirror, "I'm next to Furnley University, and there are bionic machines everywhere. My shop still sells and repairs machines, so don't be afraid. That silvery smell makes you vomit again?"

As soon as Bo Qiao put the coffee down, he said coldly: "Greenfein School of Medicine sent me an invitation a few days ago, asking me to teach there for a period of time, and I have already agreed."

Bo Huacai let out a "huh": "They also sent you invitations a few years ago, but I remember you rejected them all."

Bo Qiao: "The research and development of the targeted drug INC-647, which has been busy with Hera syndrome, has now come to an end."

Bo Huacai smiled, "Oh, but are you sure you're here to teach, not to escape death?"

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Huacai sighed, and said, "You know that Furnley University and Griffin School of Medicine are only one street away?"

"know."

"Then you still..." Bo Huacai seemed to have remembered something, and looked at Bao Qiao with a little pity in his eyes, "Qiao, why don't you tell me the details of #乔先生#?"

Bo Qiao's face turned green, and she flatly refused: "I don't want to hear it."

Thanks to the goddamn Song Guanxing, he has heard enough of the three words #乔先生#, not only the emoji, but now this entry is also considered a kind of spiritual pollution for him.

Bo Qiao was not interested in chatting, and said coldly, "I'll be there next week."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the communication neatly.