I heard I'm the big villain

"Gu Ying, you really don't want to be too happy! You can skip the entire military training if you lose your leg," Xin Zhui shouted loudly and pushed the door open, carrying a thermos in his hand, "Here, the love meal."

He looked like he had just come off the training ground, his sweat stained the front and back of his shirt in a large swath, and he was followed by an attacker who followed suit.

Gu Ying opened the thermos pot suspiciously: "Can you still cook?"

Xin Zhui said: "Of course, you don't know. In the past, the second skill was hospitalized, and I trained it for him... Hey, why don't you put it aside, don't you have a taste?"

Before he finished speaking, the door of the ward was pushed open again, and he saw Gu Yingjia's first-generation opportunist walking in with a dinner plate, with four dishes and one soup on it, all delicious in color, fragrance and taste.

"A Shu was poisoned to death by you." Gu Ying once again moved the thermos pot that Xin Zhuixiang shamelessly put on the small table. Unidentified creatures are moving, and it smells more like overnight swill.

"I'm wronged, this is an ancestral formula, it's specially used to treat broken legs...Damn it! What kind of fairy food is this?" Xin Zhui sniffled so hard that he almost dripped his saliva into Gu Ying's job bowl, " Aren't you the high math teacher you bought, and you can cook??"

As we all know, contractors often only specialize in one aspect. For example, attacker-type contractors cannot download defense-type or medical-type program tutorials, nor can they learn to wash and cook.Messenger is the only one that can take care of multiple functions in one machine, and because the functions are too complicated, each function cannot be too fine, so rich heavenly beings usually buy several different models of Qie to use together.

Of course the envoy can cook, but the taste is only limited to edible, which is completely incomparable with the culinary five-star chef. As for Xin Zhui's offensive type - let it fry the kitchen is a good hand.

"Downloaded a set of cooking programs," Gu Ying shrugged, "It may be that the first generation machine has many loopholes."

"This is too lucky, let me try," Xin Zhui ignored the laser-like gaze of the first-generation machine next to him—of course he might not have noticed—he snatched the fried stickleback with his bare hands, swallowed it in two or three bites, and his eyes suddenly It turned into a light bulb, "Damn! This skill is almost catching up with the second skill!"

Gu Ying clicked his tongue, obviously very dissatisfied that his stickleback was taken away.

"You are also unlucky. You can have a mental attack every time you take a walk." Xin Zhui continued to covet other food indifferently, "but fortunately, the police have closed the case. The person surnamed Fang has a history of mental illness and has nothing to do with you." No."

After chasing away most of the lunch, Gu Ying looked at the robot standing beside the bed as a sculpture: "How did you tamper with the records of other contractors?"

To be honest, the best outcome that Gu Ying imagined before he fell into a coma was that the central chip of the controller was destroyed, and then he was interrogated by the police, and finally tricked by his superb acting skills. After all, the instructions he gave were too vague, and he didn't even tell him. Grumpy robot "handles" something.But the facts far exceeded his expectations. Not only did the controller not record the video of their fight, but it also changed its testimony to frame its master, which really made Gu Ying unbelievable.

How could it be possible for Lin Yishu to say that that guy is now my younger brother? He had no choice but to fool around: "The calculation override function can temporarily tamper with the program."

Gu Ying nodded ponderingly. With the heaven-defying combat calculations, the body that can touch the spiritual body, and the unlimited multi-program download restrictions, plus the "calculation coverage" that can even deceive the contractor, he even doubts himself. Did you buy the latest ace model invented by the research institute by mistake: "What other functions did you not tell me?"

"Would you like to check all the functions?" Lin Yishu quickly programmed a flickering Daquan interface, densely packed with 53 pages, including things like hugging Gu Ying to the bathroom, enough for him to read for a while.

As for the true full functionality?If there are too many, I can turn people into robots, and there is a world-destroying demon king in my body, and I am also a guest professor at the research institute... Speaking of this, Lin Yishu suddenly remembered that he had improved the calculation of the virus detector. With only 100 energy left, and rushing to rescue Gu Ying at lightning speed, now there is only a few energy in the energy box, which may fall to the ground and shut down at any time.

It's time to use the Institute's free energy boxes.

In the next few days, Gu Ying was resting in the school hospital, and Lin Yishu took advantage of the cooking break to sneak out of the school.Like other Tianqi people, he projected a pair of dark brown pupils on himself, and tiptoed to the energy box store.

When he came to the door of the store, Lin Yishu hesitated again.

There must be a record of the use of the electronic key at the research institute, and when the time comes to compare it with the surveillance camera in the store, Professor Dabu's vest must be worn out.It doesn’t matter if it’s running errands for Professor Dabu, the appearance of the first-generation surgical machine must be clearly recorded, and he went out with a brown eyeball on his face, wouldn’t he have “Virus Contractor” written on his face?It's even more impossible with the original eyes. If they find Gu Ying, they will really not be able to tell clearly.

Lin Yishu looked at his bright red warning sign of "3 abilities", and was so worried that he was about to pick out all the small advertisements in the alley.

Suddenly, a few heavy panting came from far and near, and a figure rushed into the alley, and came face to face with Lin Yishu who was circling around in place.Lin Yishu snorted, he knew this person.

Seeing that he recognized him, the man first sighed annoyedly, then hurriedly made a "shush" gesture, and pointed out of the alley at the same time.

Lin Yishu nodded knowingly, and kindly changed places with him, completely blocking him with his tall body.After a while, a group of screaming female fans ran past the alley. That's right, Lin Yishu knew this person—the little star who sang in the Holographic Square that day, and happened to meet No. 213 at that time It's a pity that the traces of the Tianqi people were not caught.

"I know you, I remember your name is...Feng, what kind of crane is Feng?"

The man who escaped the catastrophe opened his mouth wide, laughed awkwardly and said, "Zhonghe, Feng Zhonghe. Thank you for helping me avoid them."

This man was indeed handsome, with Danfeng eyes and high nose bridge, skin as white as porcelain, clear features, and a pair of blue eyeballs shining like gems.The standard idol style, if Lin Yishu hadn't heard him sing that day, he would have thought he was a little boy who relied on his good looks.

"It's okay." It's unlucky for such a pitiful four-digit fan to be bumped into by chance, "But why did you run away? Isn't it better to accumulate popularity by signing autographs and taking pictures?"

Feng Zhonghe scratched his head and spread his hands, revealing the big logo of a famous brand shirt on his chest: "I didn't wear the clothes sponsored by the advertiser today, and if I was photographed and saw it, I would have to pay liquidated damages."

Lin Yishu was dumbfounded: "Is there such an overlord clause?"

Feng Zhonghe was also very helpless: "Who told me to be a Jiuliu singer."

He spoke humorously, without the airs of a little star in his words, Lin Yishu fell in love with this sunny boy without a few words: "I have heard you sing, it is very nice, you will definitely be famous in the future. "

"That's a good word from you." Feng Zhonghe looked around, and the crazy little fans on the street had disappeared. He put on his hat and mask, and was about to leave.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Lin Yishu's mind, and he stretched out his hand to stop Feng Zhonghe who was about to sprint for [-] meters, smiling a little weirdly because of his mechanical face: "Brother, I'll help you once, and you can do me a favor too?"

Feng Zhonghe: "Huh? I didn't bring a pen."

Ten minutes later, the singer Jiuliu came back to the alley, holding a dark blue energy box in his hand: "Fortunately, it is not a disgrace." He looked at Lin Yishu with a strange look, and looked up and down: "Mr. Professor? You?"

Lin Yishu quickly waved his hand: "How could it be me? I just run errands for the professor. My ex-girlfriend works in that store, so I'm afraid I'd go in standing up and come out lying down."

Feng Zhonghe covered his mouth and laughed twice, and then asked casually: "The professors at MIT are very powerful. I heard from them that they are the core programmers of the researcher. Where will you send someone to run errands? You must be a professor. By the way, what's your name brother?"

"My name is Lin Yi...Lin Yi, elegant Yi. I'm really running errands, and the professor doesn't like me at this level."

Feng Zhonghe smiled and said that Lin Yishu was too modest, and left his personal contact information, saying that he would definitely treat him to dinner next time he changed his clothes.Enthusiastically, Lin Yishu wondered if this handsome boy was gay, and his iron face was too handsome?