After the cannon fodder became a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Xuanqing repeatedly disassembled the robot and packed it back to the factory for repair. Yan Ruiwen has been watching all this silently. Although he didn't ask, Xuanqing knew that he had a lot of questions.

Xuan Qing told him: "You are considered lucky. At least you can practice martial arts to strengthen your body, and you can play cool games at ordinary times. You know that several people who chose the 21st century spent their entire lives studying, and some of them died of overwork after studying. When they woke up, they found that they were actually playing "Sims". After decades of reading for nothing, they jointly protested to the government and almost caused a riot. In the end, the government had no way to arrange a history teacher for them and gave them comfort money. Calm down, because of this incident, 'Samsara' was almost turned off."

Yan Ruiwen didn't understand the following paragraph for a long time, so he heard the first half of the sentence clearly, and lowered his head to stare at his palm.

"My martial arts?"

"Nope," Xuan Qing told him, "You don't know how to fly over walls, you can't kill people, and you don't have Yishui's younger brother. You have only me by your side now, accept your fate."

Yan Ruiwen's long eyelashes trembled, and suddenly he clenched his fist and punched the wall vigorously.

— buzz buzz! ! !

The alarms sounded in all directions at the same time, Xuan Qing shivered in shock, and quickly cut off the security system.

"Do you want to call the police?!"

Yan Ruiwen ignored Xuan Qing, stood there and said to himself: "Sure enough, it's gone, not even a wall can go through..."

"I think your skull is pierced. Only ion cannon can penetrate the walls of my house!"

Xuan Qing viciously grabbed his red and swollen right hand, swept it lightly with a home medical device, and sprayed a film of medicine worriedly before releasing it.

Yan Ruiwen's attention was immediately attracted by the restored right hand, and he raised it above his head to stare.

"You bandaged me before, but it's a pity that it didn't heal so quickly. If..."

before?

Xuan Qing pricked up his ears, but he stopped in the middle of speaking and cupped his fists at Xuan Qing.

"Thank you."

Xuan Qing replied with a dull face: "You're welcome, strong man."

Seeing that the expression on his face finally turned bright, Xuan Qing triumphantly put away the medical instrument and raised his hand.

"Don't pretend to understand after the soil is exposed, you know, my house is not a thatched cottage."

Yan Ruiwen frowned: "Mad?"

Xuan Qing thought that he didn't understand the word, so he took the initiative to explain: "It's just a bumpkin, a bumpkin."

He said, "I know."

"Then why ask?" Xuan Qing turned his face away, "By the way, I can call you this, but you must never call someone else."

"why?"

"Of course because geographical discrimination is against the law."

Yan Ruiwen stretched out his long arms and grabbed Xuan Qing's collar from behind, obviously displeased: "You discriminate against me?"

Xuan Qing shrunk his neck, and belatedly remembered that Yan Ruiwen was close to 1.9 meters tall, and his physique was comparable to an athlete. If he smashed the wall with great strength, he could set off a third-level alarm. Others are wall-dongs, but he is like a chick.

Xuan Qing sneered and said, "Just kidding."

He stared at Xuan Qing with those dark, deep eyes for five seconds, until Xuan Qing was in cold sweat, slowly let go of his hand, and opened his mouth.

"Ha ha."

"..."

Seeing that Xuan Qing didn't respond, the corners of his mouth widened a bit.

"Hahaha."

Xuan Qing took a step back abruptly.

"I warn you, today's society is ruled by law, killing people is against the law."

Yan Ruiwen tilted his head strangely: "I'm responding to your joke."

"……as long as you are happy."

Yan Ruiwen looked at Xuanqing, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Actually, your joke is very boring, I am not happy."

"..."

Xuan Qing didn't know how to respond, so he could only laugh dryly.

Yan Ruiwen's eyes flashed, and he said, "I have never killed anyone."

Xuanqing immediately exposed him: "You just said lightly about such a bloody thing as disembowelment."

"I didn't do it."

"……as long as you are happy."

Xuan Qing had no intention of entangled with him whether he did it himself or instructed others.

"Anyway, it's all fake. Even if you really killed someone, it's all over. Generally, people who come out of 'Sims' call themselves 'new students'."

Yan Ruiwen raised his eyes and looked at Xuanqing fixedly: "Have you ever been 'new student'?"

"I?"

Xuan Qing scratched his cheeks, trying to recall the past.

"There should be, but the staff is going to erase that part of the memory, after all, it may affect the work."

Yan Ruiwen raised his brows, and then quickly calmed down, as if he was suppressing some emotions, and it took a long while before he replied softly with a "hmm".

Xuan Qing said: "Why did you ask me, what was the past you were talking about?"

He replied with two words: "Noisy."

"..."

Xuanqing must throw him out tonight and let him be with the road cleaning robot!