After binding the defective product system, I became a group favorite

The next morning, Cen Yang stayed in bed habitually, but Shen Heng's biological clock was very punctual. He woke up at seven o'clock. When he opened his eyes, he saw a fluffy head on his chest, an arm and a leg on his waist. , most of Cen Yang rode on him.

Shen Heng groped to slowly move Cen Yang down, but when his hands touched his legs, the tentacles were all slippery, he quickly let go as if he had been scalded, his eyes wandered on the bed for a week, and only then did he discover the position of the corner and the head of the bed Each threw a ball of crumpled fabric, judging from the color, it should be the pajamas that Cen Yang was still wearing when he fell asleep last night.

Shen Heng suddenly remembered that many years ago, when he returned home from a mission, he seemed to have mentioned that when he was chatting with Shen Yanzhi, Cen Yang had a little trouble sleeping at night. I stripped myself...

He slowly took a breath, and stretched out his hand again to move Cen Yang away. Yesterday, Shen Yanzhi told him that he had some matters to hold a short meeting, which was scheduled at 09:30.

Years of training caused some rough skin to touch Cen Yang's pampered soft flesh, as if being thrown into a river heated by the warm spring sun in February. Shen Heng originally moved, but couldn't help it The ground changed to stroking, and the palm moved slowly on Cen Yang's leg.

"Itchy..." Cen Yang made a vague nasal sound and flinched.

Shen Heng withdrew his hand with some regret, "Yangyang, I want to get up."

"So sleepy." Cen Yang didn't know whether he was dreaming or waking up, so he closed his eyes and talked to him.

"Go back to sleep, I'll get up."

Cen Yang stopped talking and hugged him tighter.

Shen Heng had no choice but to lie down as his human mat. Now that he was awake, he couldn't go back to sleep, so he just stared at the ceiling quietly thinking about some things, and at the same time guessed how long this little lazy pig could sleep. when.

Until nine o'clock, Shen Heng felt that his patience in practicing sniping was about to be used up. He finally realized that if there was no external interference, Cen Yang might not wake up.

"Yangyang." Shen Heng pushed him lightly, "I really got up."

Cen Yang whimpered and hid under the quilt, Shen Heng pushed it a few more times, and then he shrank completely, a bit like teasing a mimosa.Shen Heng looked at the quilt ball beside him, randomly guessed where his head was, and kissed it through the quilt, then got up and went to the bathroom outside to wash up.

When Shen Heng finished washing and went downstairs, he was surprised to see Shen Yanzhi still downstairs.

"Father." Shen Heng greeted him.

Shen Yanzhi nodded, and moved his gaze to the back of Shen Heng, "Is Yang Yang still up?"

Shen Heng replied: "Not yet."

After this conversation ended, the father and son looked at each other, and suddenly fell into an awkward silence.

Shen Yanzhi's heart: what should I say?This brat actually went to Yangyang's room!Young people nowadays are really hard to say.Do they have to pay attention to their bodies?Cough, it seems that I am old and unscrupulous, forget it.

Shen Heng thought to himself: Should I explain?

……never mind.

So the two reached a kind of strange but harmonious agreement.

Shen Yanzhi: "Let's go. The border guards of Siren Star issued an alarm yesterday. The Siren is relatively remote and there are not many garrison troops. We still need to check the situation as soon as possible."

Shen Heng said: "Yes."

So the two left the house one after the other.

Cen Yang slept until ten o'clock by himself, woke up and ate something, and then went to Qi Chengze's place with Tang Ruantang. Anyway, if he didn't go, he would be idle, so he might as well learn something.

... Even if you learn it, you may not have a chance to use it.

Cen Yang quickly dismissed the sad thoughts that popped up in his mind from time to time, and gathered his energy to observe the actions of the mech maker in front of him.

Qi Chengze didn't have time to teach him the basics, so he arranged for a mecha maker who was working on a miniature mecha project to take him along. This man was named Lin, a boy with a baby face, who looked to be in his early twenties, but was actually 32.

Still single.

Cen Yang sat across from his lab table, his round eyes were extremely focused, staring at his movements for a moment, staring at the baby-faced forest worker so hard that the screws almost crooked.

The micro-driver of the mech slipped out of Gong Lin's hand for the third time, and he couldn't help but put down the parts. He said something as small as a gnat, but Cen Yang couldn't hear it clearly, so he asked him, "What?"

Lin Gong tried to raise his voice: "You, you are too close to me."

Cen Yang was taken aback, and couldn't help laughing, and moved his stool out while laughing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

As he spoke, he realized that the other party's face was already red, like a red persimmon, and Cen Yang was even more overjoyed, unable to stop laughing.

Lin Gong looked at him with some horror, and raised his fingers to silence: "Don't laugh in the laboratory, Master Qi doesn't like it."

"Ah?" Cen Yang blinked, "What is the rule not to laugh? It doesn't even care about the barracks, right?"

He turned to remember what he had heard last night.I felt sad for a while again. After experiencing that kind of childhood, maybe my mind is a little distorted. It seems that it is not surprising to make such a rule.

Cen Yang pondered in his mind for a while, made up his mind, and continued to concentrate on watching the forest worker's operation, recording something on his computer from time to time.

That night, when Qi Chengze left the studio, he found a miniature mecha on the floor at the entrance of the studio. He frowned slightly, wondering who put the mecha at his door, bent down to pick it up, but found The weight in the hand is wrong, it is light and flimsy, as if there is only a shell.

There is also a rope under the mech, with a note at the end of the rope, which says "Pull".

Qi Chengze tentatively pulled it, and the originally expressionless mech suddenly opened its mouth wide, revealing a stupid smile.

Qi Chengze: "..."

He smiled slightly, and put away that crude "Mecha" cherished.

At this time, Cen Yang was sitting in the car going home, holding another small mecha shell in his hand.On the second day after he came to class, he didn't learn anything else, so he made two toys first, one was used to comfort Qi Chengze who was traumatized, and the other was given to Shen Heng.

It's a little late today, and the lights are already on at home.Cen Yang seemed to be afraid that no one would know that he was back, and as soon as his feet landed on the ground, he yelled that I was back, and ran to the brightly lit house.

The door opened in response, and a tall figure appeared at the door.Even though the light was behind him, Cen Yang recognized him at a glance. He took two steps to run up, jumped up, hung himself on the opponent, and kissed him hard: "What!"

Shen Heng took two steps back, hugged him with one hand, and closed the door with one free hand.

Cen Yang was dissatisfied with the other party's response, and said loudly: "What!"

Shen Heng helplessly kissed his cheek back: "What?"

Cen Yang was satisfied, and handed him the mecha with a smile on his hand: "Pull it."

"What?" Shen Heng carried him to the sofa, let Cen Yang go, studied the little thing for a while, then tugged on the rope underneath, and gently pulled.

The arm of the mecha suddenly raised, showing a nondescript heart.

Shen Heng was both funny and heartwarming: "Thank you."

"I want it too." The sudden voice behind him startled Cen Yang, he turned his head and saw that it was Yang Yimin, and immediately raised his eyebrows angrily: "Whatever you want, I won't do it for you. No, why are you at my house? Why are you here again?"

"I don't care much for what you made." Yang Yimin sneered, then turned his head and acted like a baby to Cen Lang, "Brother, you can make one for me too, it can be compared with many kinds of hearts."

Cen Lang: "..."

Cen Lang didn't want to talk to him.

Yang Yimin said dissatisfied: "I'm going to go out to fight, and if life or death is uncertain, why don't you just ask for a small gift?"

Cen Yang was taken aback: "What war?"

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