I am in love with the planet

In the following week, Yuan Lingjun experienced the long-lost school life at Eric Academy.

He himself is a student of science and engineering, and his hands-on ability is very good. He adapted to the elementary course he chose within a few days, and was often praised by the teacher as a typical example of an outstanding student.

"Look at this part polished by the former classmate by hand. The arc is round and the turning is exquisite. It can be compared to a machine tool!"

"Look at the robot joint designed by the former classmate. This spherical joint is very representative. I remember that a five-star master's robot adopted this structure a few years ago."

"Look at the appearance of the robot hand-painted by the original classmate. It is not an exaggeration to say that this female image surpasses the modeling of most household robot manufacturers. It is so beautiful and temperamental. It is the goddess of my dreams!"

"You should learn more from your former classmates!"

"Wow!"

A group of little carrot heads who had just entered school looked at Yuan Lingjun with admiration.

They whispered underneath—

"This is the senior who wants to participate in the interschool robot league?"

"He looked as if he was sure."

"Of course, I'm not sure that I can be praised so much by Teacher Memphis and still be qualified to represent our Eric Academy in the competition?"

"Well, that's right." The little radishheads came to a conclusion: "The senior must be hiding his secrets. He has such a high professional level and even came to the basic class. I guess he is trying to consolidate the foundation."

They nodded politely, and under the encouragement of the outstanding seniors, they became more energetic in doing the questions.

Fortunately, Yuan Lingjun doesn't have mind-reading skills, so he can't see what his classmates are thinking, otherwise he would probably deny Sanlian——

I'm not.

I do not have.

You think too much.

However, he had no such opportunity.

Campus life just passed another day without any surprises.

Yuan Lingjun was about to pack up his things and go home. By the way, he asked about the income of the Jingwei Circus, when suddenly a red-faced student stopped him halfway.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

"Are you the former classmate in the next class?"

The students in front of them were tall and burly. Although they were only eighteen or nineteen years old, they filled half of the corridor by themselves.

Behind him, a group of students wearing the same school uniform and wearing the badge of "Class Two, Grade Three" poked their heads and eagerly watched.

Yuan Lingjun sighed.

Here it comes, he thought to himself, the school bullying in every youth novel is finally here.

Should he take the Shuangwen route and slap his face directly?Or should we take the route of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, humiliating in public → suppressing anger → accumulating thick hair → changing face → making a debut → domineering counterattack → slapping the face?

The latter seems a little too complicated.

Yuan Lingjun stood at the same spot with his schoolbag in his hand, and then wondered whether to hit him head-on or backwards, whether to hit straight to the point or round the corner.

In the end, he lowered his head and said to Yuanyuan: "Oh, it's so annoying, let's forget it."

The most important thing is to study hard, what are you fussing about with these kids?

Yuan Lingjun turned his footsteps, turned around 180 degrees, and prepared to go down the stairs on the other side of the corridor.

"...Did you know? It's nothing more than being told by the teacher every day, 'Look at the former classmate in the next class'. It's because of you that our homework increased by [-]% this week!"

The teenagers are still sincerely explaining their love for the "former classmate in the next class".

This kind of envy, jealousy and hatred for "other people's children" has existed since ancient times, so it is not surprising.

He spoke passionately, Yuan Lingjun nodded unexpectedly, replied "You're right", turned around and was about to leave, the young man froze in place.

"You, what are you doing?"

"Go home and do your homework." Yuan Lingjun replied.

teenager:"……"

I have said so much, do you still only focus on homework?

He was angry from the gallbladder, and his chest was filled with enthusiasm, and he said to a group of classmates behind him: "Yuan, Yuan, although you made our after-school homework [-]% more, I still like you very much." , the robot 'Nie Xiaoqian' you designed is so beautiful! Please agree to date me!"

Yuan Lingjun: "..."

His footsteps paused, and a slight suspicion rose in his heart.

So am I doing something wrong?

This is not a script of campus bullying, but a campus puppy love.

What's going on in kids' heads these days? ? ?

"grumble!"

Before he could make a sound, the little yellow chicken in his arms exploded first.

Yuanyuan puffed up her feathers and fluttered her wings, wanting to duel with the teenager in front of her.

Yuan Lingjun didn't catch any of them, so he flew in front of the teenager, flapping his little wings, fanning the teenager's face left and right, like an electric fan that was only turned on at the highest level, a fighting cock brand.

"..."

The teenager took a lot of effort to grab the little yellow chicken from his face, and was a little dazed when he met its angry eyes.

A slender hand spread out in front of him, and carried the fried-haired little yellow chicken over.

Yuan Lingjun stroked his hair casually, and glanced at the teenager's badge.

"Thank you very much for your liking, Student Root."

The teenager blushed a little, and then he heard the male god's ruthless voice: "But I only want to study in my heart, sorry."

"Whoa."

An innocent young heart fell to the ground and shattered into petals of glass shards.

"I, can I be friends with you?"

Root took a deep breath, looked at Yuan Lingjun's face, and shouted with courage.

"Of course." Yuan Lingjun glanced at him, nodded and said with the idea of ​​cultivating talents for his alma mater: "But I don't like to make friends with people who are not good at study. If you can pass the next weekly exam With a score of 60, we are casual acquaintances; with a score of 70, we are friends who can talk; with a score of 80, we can go shopping together; with a score of 90, we can invite you to my house as a guest..."

"What about 100 points?" Root blushed and asked expectantly.

Yuan Lingjun glanced at him, shook his head, and said noblely and coldly: "Don't think about it, it's useless at your level."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Following his footsteps, the students in the corridor automatically parted ways, like Moses parting the sea, expressing their admiration for the god of learning with admiring eyes.

The little yellow chicken in his arms stood up, rubbed Yuan Lingjun's chin with his orange beak, and whispered, "When we get back, let's do the questions together, I will definitely get a hundred points!"

"it is good."

Until the figure in the white shirt disappeared from sight, Root was still staring blankly there.

Just when his classmates wanted to move this poor child whose first love was broken back to the classroom, he squeezed his fist.

"He's really handsome, aloof, and charismatic!"

"I originally just wanted to get close to him so that I could watch the 3D modeling of 'Nie Xiaoqian' up close in the future. Now I have decided that I want to be good friends with 90 points of my former classmate!"

He vowed to return to the classroom, and later, holding a large stack of exercise books, he rushed out like a calf.

"You, what are you doing?" Root's friend asked cautiously.

"Study!" Root replied righteously: "If I can't finish these exercises today, what qualifications do I have to be friends with my former classmates?"

friend:"……"

The expression on his face is complicated, and the emotions in his heart are even more complicated.

you've changed.

You betrayed our friendship.

Yesterday you agreed to like Nie Xiaoqian together, but today you have switched to the former classmate's camp by yourself.

traitor!

……

"Ha ha."

Standing at the window of the principal's office, facing the corridor on the first floor where the farce took place, the principal of "Eric Academy" wiped his sweat and smiled awkwardly.

"Actually... these students are not usually like this, they are generally very obedient." He defended the students.

"I heard that Yuan Lingjun drew a female robot a few days ago and named it 'Nie Xiaoqian'. Not long after, he made a 3D model of Nie Xiaoqian, and even designed an independent personality and story background for her. The word spread throughout the school day. Many students liked this robot very much, including some teachers, so..."

So did they block people in public after class, pretend to be in a relationship shamelessly, and actually covet other people's design drawings?

The principal himself felt unable to speak.

The man who was also standing in front of the window smiled kindly.

"I understand." His gray hair was neatly tied back, revealing a pair of wise silver-gray eyes: "Everyone has a time when they are young, and when they are my age, they will miss the recklessness and impulsiveness." age of youth."

His voice was very gentle, like the trembling of a cello, but there was a hint of discordant electronic sound in the ending.

"Mr. Angel." The principal said respectfully, "You come out this time, over to the clock tower..."

"It's okay." There was a trace of laughter in Angel's eyes: "I'm just dealing with some private matters, and they can't control me."

His eyes moved, from the students holding a stack of exercise books in the corridor, to Yuan Lingjun who walked out of the teaching building and was asking and answering questions with the little yellow chicken in his arms.

"Interesting." He took another look at the little yellow chicken, as if recalling something from the past.

"Simon."

After a while, when Yuan Lingjun's back disappeared outside the school gate, Angel told the principal, "Make arrangements. Tomorrow I will be the personal tutor of this former classmate and guide him to participate in the inter-school robot competition."

"what?"

The principal was so startled that he almost bit his own tongue.

My own teacher, the only six-star master in the Clock Tower, and the greatest treasure of Star Devourf, Master Angor, secretly peeped at a young man from an alien in the principal's office. International Robot Contest? ? ?

No one dares to write like that in a novel!

——Is this the teacher's illegitimate child?Or the teacher's little lover?

The principal's thinking couldn't help wandering to the edge of gossip.

No, don't think that way, it's so disrespectful.

The old man who has been in charge of the school for hundreds of years stabilized his emotions and asked himself again——

Is this the teacher's old tree blooming?Or a pear tree pressed crabapple?

Still not good, too polite.

should say--

Do I want multiple Junior Brothers?Or do you want more than one teacher?

Just when Mr. Principal was confused and logically unclear, Master Angel turned his head from the window and said softly "Huh?", with a slight doubt on his face.

The principal immediately slapped away all the messy thoughts in his head, as if he had returned to those days when he was severely taught by the teacher.

"I, I'll do it now!"

He stood upright, sat behind his desk with hands and feet, and sent a message to Yuan Lingjun's class certificate.

"Please wait in classroom N17 before 10:1201 tomorrow. The college will assign a private instructor to communicate with candidates about the inter-school robot competition before the competition."

"Ding--"

In the rented private apartment, Guo Er's eyes flickered.

It walked out of Yuan Lingjun's tailor-made small villa, and walked in front of Yuan Lingjun who was squatting and painting the doll's house.

"There is new information." Guo'er said.