I am in love with the planet

Silent all night.

The next day.

Yuan Lingjun changed his clothes early in the morning.

He was wearing the most common white shirt and jeans in the DeWolf Star Academy area, and put the same style of school uniform on the little yellow chicken, and then stuffed it into his pocket, saying goodbye to Jingwei.

"I will go to class!"

"Go." Jingwei waved his wings to bid him farewell.

The second generation of peasants stayed up all night last night, using the brain in the room to search for information, and compiled a whole set of circus programs. Now they are excited, their eyes are very bright.

"You have to be careful of the robot city management." Yuan Lingjun warned.

"Don't worry," Jingwei waved his wings, "Why are you so wordy, can't I use your card to apply for a performance venue in advance?"

Seeing that she really had a plan, Yuan Lingjun closed the door, and before leaving, he muttered, "Who am I doing this for?"

Although the rented apartment is a bit expensive, it is located in the transportation hub area, so it is very convenient whether you want to go to the West District, East District, South District, or North District.

Yuan Lingjun got on the bus and arrived at the gate of University City in a short while.

"South...west...turn left at the next intersection." Guo'er guided him in his pocket.

"Okay, here it is."

In front of me, the nine golden characters of "Eric Secondary Mechanical College" hang high above the door, and many young students come and go in and out of it. Just looking at it, I feel a burst of youthful vitality.

"I really miss school life." Yuan Lingjun sighed, "I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to go to middle school for further study at my age."

Guo Er poked his head out of his pocket and looked up at him puzzledly: "With all due respect, the entry age for secondary colleges is 16 years old, and the schooling period is eight years. More than half of the students here are older than you. There is nothing to miss."

Yuan Lingjun: "..."

He stretched out his index finger and poked Guo'er on the head: "Don't spoil the atmosphere like this. If you do this again, I will call you a cold little prince."

Guoer: "..."

It tilted its head, feeling that the human mind is really elusive.

To be honest, neither will work.

"If you find a visitor, please show your valid ID."

As the students walked to the gate, a guard robot stopped Yuan Lingjun with a red light in his eyes.

The students around turned their heads slightly in surprise, and looked at this very good-looking peer while walking away while whispering.

Stared at by their novelty, probing, and doubtful eyes, Yuan Lingjun felt like a monkey in a zoo.

"..."

Embarrassed by his guess, he took it out of his pocket and handed it to the robot.

"Drip, an unregistered robot has been detected, level: unknown, energy field: level A, comprehensive level: unknown."

The red light in the robot guard's eyes shot up, he opened his palm, and stretched out the laser barrel. At the same time, the guards standing on both sides of it took half a step forward at the same time, forming an offensive and defensive formation.

Yuanyuan, who was pointed at by three gun barrels at the same time: "Ji???"

It was only then that Yuan Lingjun realized that he had made a mistake, and that it was Yuanyuan who was brought in front of the guard, so he cautiously withdrew his hand.

"Sorry, I got it wrong."

"Click."

The next moment, the barrels of the three guards turned, all pointing at Yuan Lingjun.

Yuan Lingjun: "..."

"Let me out quickly."

Guo'er saw this scene in Yuan Lingjun's pocket, and anxiously thumped his little arms and legs, and crawled out of it.

It climbed up along Yuan Lingjun's clothes, and stared at the guard, a string of QR codes appeared in the two electronic eyes.

"drop."

The droid guard dutifully scanned it.

"Certificate number: 30020103058238, verification passed."

It scanned again.

"Wait!" Guo'er lifted the cake skirt.

"..."

A red laser flashed across the code engraved on the inside of the dress.

"Robot number SL-5201 detected, type: civilian companion robot, allowed to pass."

The gun was aimed at the little yellow chicken again.

Guo'er's eyes flickered, and he looked back at Yuan Lingjun.

Yuan Lingjun looked at the string of subtitles across its eyes, and subconsciously read along.

"This robot is a semi-finished product that I am making to participate in the inter-school robot competition, and I haven't had time to file it yet."

"..."

Pointing a gun at Yuanyuan's robot and turning its head sideways, its eyes gleamed, as if it was in contact with someone.

"Alert lifted."

After a while, it took half a step back and retracted the laser gun in its hand, as if nothing had happened.

But Yuan Lingke never dared to think so.

He froze in place for a moment, until an old and kind male voice came from the robot: "Come in." Then he entered the school gate under Guo Er's signal.

Then, Yuan Lingjun saw that the students who had visited him as if they were monkeys changed to look like martyrs in a blink of an eye.

"what happened?"

After dawdling for a while, a baby-faced youth walked up to him with a smile, "Student, are you going to participate in this year's inter-school robot competition?"

Yuan Lingjun recalled the character design he had made up for himself, and he bit the bullet and agreed.

"Correct."

"It's actually true?"

There was a small exclamation and a sigh of relief from the crowd.

The baby-faced youth patted Yuan Lingjun on the shoulder with complicated eyes: "Come on."

He left these two heavy words, and then left full of regret.

Yuan Lingjun:? ? ?

·

"The spirit is commendable, the spirit is commendable!"

Although he was a borrower who used a temporary class certificate, Eric Academy did not treat him differently, but sent an experienced teacher to assist Yuan Lingjun in choosing courses.

Yuan Lingjun took a look at the teacher's badge, which had the word "Lin En" written on it.

Looking at the basic courses that Yuan Lingjun checked, Teacher Lin En's expression became more and more complicated.

"Student, I don't know which type of robot competition you are going to participate in?"

Yuan Lingjun didn't even know what this inter-school robot competition was. He only knew that he might have been tricked by Guoer, but the situation was already like this, so he could only go one way to the dark.

So, according to Guo'er's reminder in his pocket, Yuan Lingjun smiled and replied with confidence: "Robot beauty contest."

Teacher Lynn: "..."

He looked at the little yellow chicken lying in Yuan Lingjun's arms, then at Guoer wearing a cake skirt, and smiled politely: "Ha ha."

After filling in the course selection form into the system, and handing over the automatically generated class schedule to Yuan Lingjun, Lin En patted him on the shoulder sighingly: "Come on, Yuan classmate."

"Our Eric Academy has not won a medal in the inter-school robot competition for 50 consecutive years, not even in the top ten, so there are only three people who signed up this year and you, the school will definitely do its best to train you and teach you , to help you get a good ranking!"

"...Thank you."

Yuan Lingjun felt that the burden on his shoulders was a bit heavy, "I will work hard."

"You... just try your best, don't force it."

Shaking his head, Teacher Lin En's vicissitudes of the back disappeared outside the classroom.

Alas, looking at the aesthetics of this new classmate, this year is another year when their Eric Academy was rubbed against the ground by all the colleagues in the education field.

But what can he say?

It can only be said that the courage of young people is commendable!

……

In the empty classroom, Yuan Lingjun and Guo'er looked at each other.

"Tell me honestly, what is the inter-school robot competition?"

"It's just..." Guo'er patted his head: "It's just an ordinary competition. If you get a place in several events in a row, and if you reach a certain point in points, you can get the opportunity to go to the Central Galaxy for further study."

"..."

Thinking about how many sets of "300 Years of School Examination and 100 Years of Simulation" that Captain Parrot forced the crew to do in order to get admitted to the Central Star Higher School, you will know how precious this quota of special students equivalent to early admission is.

"Don't worry, you have no chance." Guo'er patted the back of Yuan Lingjun's hand and comforted him.

Yuan Lingjun: "..."

"I can't thank you enough."

"No thanks." Guo'er waved his little hand, sat on his arm and straightened the cake skirt: "What can I thank you for? What's the relationship between us?"

"The main reason for you to sign up for this competition is that participating students can borrow books in the school for free, get the right to use the laboratory first, and get private guidance from teachers after class. The benefits are great."

"Too……"

Yuan Lingjun rested his chin, and gradually calmed down.

Isn't it just losing someone on the field once, with so many benefits to gain, what is it to lose face?

What's more, it doesn't necessarily mean that you will be ashamed.

Yuan Lingjun looked at his little yellow chicken, no matter how cute it looked, when the time came to dress it up as roast chicken, grilled chicken, gourd chicken, it must be full of color and flavor...

He imagined the scene, "gudong" swallowed.

I heard that the judges of the inter-school robot competition are divided into two parts: expert judges and public judges, and each audience has the right to vote.

——No, Yuan Lingjun thought to himself, he felt that he would not lose.

·

"Mr. Principal."

After dealing with Yuan Lingjun's course selection matters, the teacher walked through the long corridor and knocked on the door of the principal's office.

"Oh, it's Lynn."

The headmaster's voice was gentle, the same as the voice from the guard robot before.

Looking at the old man with gray hair and half of his body replaced by metal, Lynn bowed his head respectfully.

"Is the child's work done?"

"Yes," Lin En said helplessly, "The original classmate wants to sign up for this year's robot beauty contest, but his robot..."

"Young people," the headmaster smiled indifferently, "you are very energetic, so let's go to the arena to learn more."

Teacher Lin En frowned again, which made him look a bit beyond his age: "Jon, the chief of the sixth grade of the Mech Manufacturing Department, was also poached by Depero School. Mr. Principal, if this continues..."

The headmaster's face was not as heavy as his.

"Lynn, as long as there are students, Eric Academy will not disappear from this planet."

"...Sorry, I was impatient." Lynn lowered his head, but suddenly saw a brass spherical model resembling a clock tower light up on the principal's desk.

"Mr. Principal!"

He pointed at the model, with excitement in his tone that he didn't even notice.

The headmaster reached for the miniature clock tower, and watched the lines on it light up one by one. Then, the center of the sphere flashed with light, and a gentle male voice sounded from it.

"Simon, did a strange robot enter the academy this morning?"

"Yes, yes teacher."

The headmaster recalled Yuan Lingjun and his little yellow chicken, and quickly replied, secretly surprised, not knowing what happened, but even his teachers came to ask questions from the clock tower.

"SL-5201."

Fingers tapped on the table, making metal-like crashing sounds.

A door in the clock tower that had been closed for several years was pushed open by someone, and dust fell from the door.

"This is a robot I designed and built myself."

The speaker stood at the door for a while, turning the small model of the clock tower around his neck. Then, as if he had cleared his mind, he walked step by step towards the spiral in the center of the clock tower in the eyes of the passing craftsmen looking at God. Walk up the steps.

"Please treat this guest who owns SL-5201 well," the tall, gray-haired man in half-worn work clothes said to his disciple, "I have some news about my old friend and I want to ask him."

Light shone through the crack in the once-closed door, illuminating a photo on the wall.

In the photo, the boy who was exactly the same as the gray-haired man was wearing the "No.2" silver medal, staring at the Elf star girl standing on the top of the podium with a stinky face.

And the girl with pointed ears, wearing a long white dress, and clenched a fist with one hand, as if she wanted to give her old fist to the unconvinced defeated general, has a picture of Mr. Edel's grandma Zuzuzu, that is, Lu Ms. Si, or Ms. Sadako's face is exactly the same.