Don't bother me, I'm super fierce

When Shi Zhou came out of the room again, he had two more keys with blue hang tags in his hand.

Hoon and Kirk were still standing there waiting for him, and when they saw him come out, they waved and greeted him cheerfully, with bright smiles on their faces.

Not far from them passed a limping short man, shuffling slowly, and seemed to have limited mobility.

"Let's go, go to your dormitory." Shi Zhou glanced at the boy.

The dormitory of the bridging class and Shi Zhou's dormitory are not in the same direction, and they are not close to each other, which makes them feel quite a pity.

Along the way, I introduced them to the buildings that passed along the way, and they reached the destination without knowing it.

"I'll take you here first. The college has something to do with me. We'll contact you later." Shi Zhou finally handed them a piece of luggage that he refused to let go.

"Yeah, good bye, we will find you." Kirk and Hu En nodded repeatedly.

Shi Zhou smiled and turned to leave.

Until each other disappeared within the visible range of sight.

Hoon and Kirk glanced at each other quickly, seeing the sadness and shock in each other's eyes at the same time.They stood there for a long time, without picking up luggage, big or small, scattered all over the place, and silently refreshed their optical brains.

Kirk called up the forum post on the optical brain, and didn't dare to take a second look. His voice was crying, and his eyes were sore: "What happened? Why did he suffer so much in the first army?"

Piaohong's posts were full of sarcasm towards Shi Zhou, humiliation with or without swear words.

Just now they keenly caught the words "forum" and other words in the words of that classmate, but who knew that after boarding, they saw such a scene.

Shi Zhou was indifferent and gentle, always wearing a layer of cold light, he was the existence they always wanted to protect.But in the post, they trampled their most cherished things to the ground and abused them aimlessly, treating an inferior product like a comment.

"Don't let him know, let's check it ourselves."

Hu En's face lost his smile and became extremely ugly. When he confronted that short boy just now, he was worried that he didn't know the situation and purposely withdrew his hand, and he was afraid that he would cause trouble for Shi Zhou if he beat him lightly but not hard.

They were in a mess, and they were deeply saddened.

At the other end, Shi Zhou didn't turn to the direction of the college office building, but returned to the place where he met the little man.

Sure enough, the man was still standing there, and Hu En's punch was so skillful that no flesh wounds could be seen, but the pain was unbearable.However, his mind was completely controlled by the optical brain, and he muttered words, full of vicious words such as "die", "slut", "those who have no shame should die" and so on.Taking a closer look at the screen that appeared on the optical brain, it was clearly the background of the forum post and a group chat interface.

"The little bastards have found accomplices, so let them die together, why don't you drag them to the toilet to play."

A pair of warm and jade-like hands lightly pressed on the optical brain on his wrist, blocking his sight.

He was about to yell at him when he turned his head to meet Shi Zhou's emotionless gaze from last time.

He panicked for a moment, but soon calmed down with Shi Zhou's gentle smile.How capable a cowardly person with no background, who was abandoned by the duke's mansion and the prince at the same time, is just someone else's pet.

In the next second, Shi Zhou pulled his hair, kicked him in the knee, and dragged him to the toilet like a rag bag.

Shi Zhou didn't care about them because the behavior of these people didn't affect his life.The swan does not affect its own direction because of the disturbance of the chicks on the ground.But he shouldn't talk about Hoon and Kirk first, and he shouldn't talk about the people he wants to protect.

die together?He is also a lunatic, let's see who picks up the knife and kills the other first.

The toilet's cistern was gradually filling up, and the boy panicked and predicted Shi Zhou's next move, shaking like a sieve and crazily crawling out:

"Shi Zhou, my father is the Minister of Finance, you can't kill me."

Shi Zhou stepped on the back of his hand and rolled.

Click, the sound of a hand bone breaking.

The boy suddenly wailed like a pig.

He picked up the boy, pinched the pain point in his neck, and pressed it straight into the full water.

The icy cold water churns and churns with struggling bubbles, and the people under him struggle frantically to escape, but there is no way to resist Shi Zhou's unmoving strength, like a person pressed by a boulder is impenetrable.

Shi Zhou's expression was calm, as serene as a god and Buddha in a temple, his face was contented, and he didn't care about that person's life or death at all.

The struggle gradually subsided, and the water surface was about to calm down.Shi Zhou let go, kicked him against the wall, and kicked out the excess water in his abdomen along the way.

The boy leaked water from his mouth, nose, and eyes, and his saliva and snot were mixed together so disgusting, but he desperately wiped his face and panted, like a dead fish turning white.

Shi Zhou squatted in front of him, still looking cool and clean, just like the beautiful boy Adonis walking out of an oil painting, with red lips, black hair, and blue eyes.

The feeling of being on the verge of death reappeared and strangled the boy's mind. He couldn't make a sound, he could only growl in fear.

"Is it fun?" Shi Zhou asked calmly, pure doubts seemed to be just playing a game.

The boy rolled his eyes and cried desperately shaking his head.

"Since you want to play, then let me accompany you." Shi Zhou handed him a piece of paper, and the white paper towel stuck to the man's mouth and quickly rotted into scraps of paper after absorbing moisture.

"It's your fault that you want to touch my friends. I'll accompany you if you want to play, but if you dare to touch them..."

Shi Zhou lowered his head, his eyes flickered with the ruthless and cruel eyes of wild beasts hunting, without any trace of humanity, like a pale god of death holding a scythe.

"I'll collect the body for you, understand?"

The boy's lips trembled uncontrollably. He wanted to open his mouth to answer the question, but found that he was too scared to make a sound. His pupils clearly showed Zhou's cold eyes looking at the dead man, and suddenly a kind of fear spread.

What exactly did Shi Zhou experience?

***************

The days seem to return to the surface calm.

It is certainly not empty talk that Green said that he would take Shi Zhou to check his body. After sorting out the urgent matters at hand, he couldn't wait to put Shi Zhou on the table.

If Shi Zhou's spiritual power can be cured, then with the synaesthesia between him and the mecha, the empire will produce the most outstanding military talents besides Si Lin.What's more, Zhou Yixin happened to have great enthusiasm for joining the army.

At the right time and place, there is only harmony between people.

Green contacted the best hospital in the empire to ask Shi Zhou to conduct a complete set of examinations, hoping to get a satisfactory result for everyone.

Leading Zhou Qu is his guardian.

Si Lin was carrying Shi Zhou's schoolbag in one hand, and his rolled up shirt revealed a thin section of his forearm, walking ahead with a calm posture.And Shi Zhou followed behind dejectedly, dragging his steps reluctantly, looking very much like a kid who didn't pass the exam.

He especially hates hospitals. Anyone who has been in the same environment for a long time will turn his eyes white when he opens his eyes, and the smell of disinfectant in his nose will also produce a feeling of disgust.For so many years in reality, he felt that it was a miracle that he was not crazy.

He was in a bad mood, although he didn't want to vent his anger on others, he could only be faintly angry in his heart, but it was inevitable that he exuded a low air pressure, staring at Si Lin in front of him depressedly, hoping to convey his reluctance.

If the empire also had awards for the top ten inspirational people in the country, then Si Lin would definitely be on the list.

He is really too much of a model worker, he appears and disappears almost every day, even in the desert of Pakistan in the morning to encircle the Zerg, in the afternoon he can appear in the imperial capital Ginza to deal with military documents, and in the evening he can come to the chief army to give instructions.Judging from Shi Zhou's judgment alone, the empire's arrangements for him are too overkill, and there are some things that don't require Si Lin to come forward.

For example, after he finished class, he could not help but take his schoolbag and take him to the hospital.

"Children, don't lose your temper." Si Lin's voice could be heard hoarse, intoxicated and gentle.

Shi Zhou hummed softly in dissatisfaction: "How old are you? Call me a child."

Si Lin paused for a long time: "I forgot."

Shi Zhou was a little stunned, not understanding what he meant, and thought that Si Lin might be some thousand-year-old monster.

"Don't think about it." Si Lin seemed to know what he was thinking, and interrupted his whimsical thoughts, "I simply forgot."

Shi Zhou nodded and let it go, he didn't take it to heart.

The doctor who received the consultation is said to be Krell, the most famous expert on the brain level of the empire. Before he came, Green shared with him about the countless successful cases in Krell's hands, hoping to stimulate Shi Zhou's understanding of life. Enthusiasm, don't always have an indifferent expression of "There is no hope for tomorrow, everyone, wash up and sleep, and the world will be destroyed when you wake up".

Zhou Hehe sneered at this moment.

Claire looks respectable, with gray beard and hair, deep and gentle eyes.Different from Green's iron-blooded military temperament that is hard to hide despite his kindness, Krell shows a refined and easy-going literati demeanor. Rao Shi Zhou, who doesn't like to give people face, will subconsciously become more well-behaved in front of him.

"Here we are." Krell greeted Si Lin familiarly, "I brought a child with me."

With a sullen face and reluctance, he let the machine equipment connect to his brain and body. The expression on Shi Zhou's face became more and more stinky, his clenched fists became tighter and tighter, his whole body was stretched into a bowstring, and his efforts surged like a tide. Come the bad memories of confrontation, forcing myself not to break free from these machines.

A slender and warm hand was placed on his back, continuously transmitting heat through a layer of fabric, silently soothing all his irritability.

"It'll be fine right now."

Shi Zhou blinked, his brows were still furrowed, but they relaxed a lot visibly with the naked eye.

The inspection report was issued soon, and Si Lin was replaced by Si Lin sitting in front of Krell to talk to him.

Claire babbled about the results, with a slightly imperceptible sigh in his tone:

"There is a blockage around the nervousness. The current technology can't completely cure him for the time being. We can only use equipment to help him relieve it. Moreover, this student's mental state seems to be a little bit bad. His mood fluctuates greatly, and his cerebral cortex is too active. "

Shi Zhou was sitting by the window with his head propped up and his hands on his hands, gently fiddled with the leaves of the mimosa with great interest, as if he was listening to other people's affairs.

Si Lin looked away: "How much can the treatment recover?"

Claire pondered for a moment: "We will do our best."

The corridors of the hospital are connected to the garden for people to relax. The singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers add a bit of liveliness and fun.However, it was early winter, the weather was cold, and there were not many people, so it seemed a little deserted, and the two of them strolled leisurely one after the other.

Si Lin stood still suddenly, turned around and said comfortingly: "You can still go to the army, don't worry."

When chatting with the old principal back then, Shi Zhoudun flattered himself and insisted that he valued the army and his determination to serve the empire, and insisted that Qingshan would not relax and prepare to be locked up with the army. Obviously, Si Lin simply took these words seriously.

Shi Zhou was originally immersed in his own thoughts, so he didn't speak. It seemed that he was very sad to be misunderstood by Si Lin.

"Can I go to Blade Shadow?" He reacted for a while and began to joke, "Guardian, give me a back door?"

When he spoke, he unintentionally bent his eyes and smiled, adding fragments of stars to the gray-gray-blue color.

Si Lin seemed to be caught in an extremely tangled psychological struggle. He didn't answer for a long time, his brows were deep, and the hand stuffed in his coat pocket seemed to touch the Rubik's Cube. He clicked and made up his mind: "Yes."

"Ah?" Shi Zhou was joking, and suddenly panicked, "What?"

"I said you can come, you are welcome." Si Lin repeated patiently.

Shi Zhou saw a ghost, and at the same time pinched the skin on the back of Si Lin's hand even more fascinated: "Are you Si Lin?"

The man of integrity agrees to a deal for nothing.

When Shi Zhou looked up at the sky, the sun was still in the east, and it was impossible to come out from the west.

Si Lin put his hand behind his back, with a gentle expression on his face: "I'm serious."

Shi Zhou's tenacity and talent are rare in the world. Even if his mental power is restricted, he can reach heights that others cannot reach in other respects. A fallen genius is also a genius. As far as Yu Gong is concerned, Blade Shadow welcomes him as a matter of course.As for personal...

"Si Lin, is it hot? Why are your ears red?" Shi Zhou wondered at Si Lin's sudden erratic gaze, and asked with concern.

Si Lin shook his head, and quickly returned to that otherworldly look.

"I've been too busy recently, I'll continue to point out your mecha when I'm free."

Shi Zhou didn't care: "It's okay, the teachers in the college are very good, you can go about your work."

Si Lin exhaled lightly, and corrected seriously: "The teachers in the courtyard are not as good as me."

Can make you proud.

Shi Zhou nodded amusedly: "Yes, yes, thank you, my lord marshal, for being willing to come and give me advice. I am very honored, and I will definitely wait for you."

Si Lin seemed to feel embarrassed, and his voice was much lower: "That's not necessary."

Why did he take the joking words seriously again? Shi Zhou just wanted to tease him, but what Si Lin said next interrupted him.

"I just want to help you."

Shi Zhou's heart seemed to be poured with a scoop of warm lemonade suddenly, it was sore and sweet.

As Si Lin said, physical problems will not affect his entry into the army, let alone disrupt his daily training plan. After saying goodbye to Si Lin, after a hasty meal, Shi Zhou sneaks into the training room as usual.

Shi Zhou has been stuck at the level of a C-level mecha for a long time, unable to break through. Although he occasionally suffers setbacks, he is more aware of his physical condition and does what he can.

Input commands, stimulate mental power, and feel pain.Day after day, he is numbly familiar with the same operation thousands of times, until it goes deep into his bones and engraves one after another necessary reflexes like eating and sleeping.

It’s not that he hasn’t envied other people’s innate high starting point, and sometimes he even secretly thinks of comparing it—“It’s not as good as me at the beginning”, but the past and the future are separated, and he can cling to the present without thinking about it, without indulging in it. The regret of gaining and losing.

There is a large floor-to-ceiling mirror in the training room, which is convenient for the trainees to observe whether their movements are in place.Shi Zhou used this to correct the most perfect posture bit by bit.

The appearance of the Jijun's mecha is slightly different. The first army's trial mecha is not as thick and cold. It is more like a young man who has just entered the battlefield but can't hide his greenness. Even the black shell looks at Biji The army has a more brisk feeling.

It is rare for the system to find a melodious and lively ditty and play it in the consciousness.

A figure was reflected in the mirror, standing there for a long, long time.

Shi Zhou was obsessed with practice and didn't realize it, so the system whispered a reminder: [Zhou Zhou, someone is here. 】!

The mech turned around suspiciously, and happened to bump into Lance.Shi Zhou hesitated, and finally chose to maintain trivial politeness, disarm the device and talk with real people.

Lance is calm, elegant, and gentle. It is rare for him to be so embarrassed and tired. When he came down, there was a flash of water in his eyes, and his eyes were red: "Ah Zhou."

Nothing else.

He carefully traced the gentle outline under Shi Zhou's lamp, his pale face like new snow, and his soft and thin lips like cherry blossoms.As far as the line of sight is concerned, it is inevitable to sweep over Shi Zhou's dark long sleeves.

He went back and inquired a lot.

He heard that Shi Zhou had borrowed his identity to join the Ji Army.

He heard that even though Shi Zhou could wear ordinary casual clothes, he never wore short sleeves again.

He heard how painful Shi Zhou was.

He sent people to catch the former personnel in the laboratory, regardless of the possibility of tearing up with Anda, forced to ask about the situation of Shi Zhou at that time, completely distorted his gentle and amiable face, and let his anger attack his heart.

But after thinking about it further, that person bit his tongue and committed suicide.

Lance had a sense of absurdity, when the dignified prince of the empire was so helpless, all the arrows were pointing at...

"Lance."

Shi Zhou's reply brought back Lance's messy thoughts.

He looked at Shi Zhou happily.

To be honest, Shi Zhou's attitude towards Lance is somewhere between love and hate. I have admired his character and knowledge, complained about his constant emotional cuts and chaos, and I can't let go of his helplessness back then. .But in the end, it is his personal emotions in different situations, just like he cannot force whether the moon he saw today is round or not, nor can he demand that Lance must save him or be able to save him.

Since he neither loves nor hates, he is just a stranger who has no acquaintance.

Although Lance certainly didn't want him to think so.

After Shi Zhou called him, he turned his head and activated the mecha again. The sword in his hand drew a short arc from the bottom up, and stopped in front of Lance. The tip of the sword flashed a sharp cold light:

"Compare."

Lance was taken aback.

Shi Zhou's mechs were all taught by him, and he didn't think that Shi Zhou Youqing was better than Lan because of his ability, not to mention that Shi Zhou's current situation was not as good as before.

He shook his head bitterly: "I don't want to hurt you."

Shi Zhou was not surprised that Lance would say such a thing. To be honest, in a competition of comprehensive abilities, how could the talents piled up by the empire for the prince be a joke that could be easily defeated.Lance completely beat him from mental strength equipment to actual combat experience, but Shi Zhou recently received Si Lin's guidance, and he felt that there were faint signs of enlightenment in combat skills, and the free sparring personnel sent to his door should not be in vain.

"Don't worry, you won't be responsible if you lose."

Lance sighed with a wry smile: I wish you could hold me accountable.

After choosing a mecha with the same level as Shi Zhou to land, Lance took a deep breath and pressed the start button hesitantly.

The mecha on the opposite side jumped up and rushed straight. Lance subconsciously guarded his empty door and changed his footsteps.

I was dodged.

It was a pity when Shi Zhou saw this, he thought that a sneak attack could narrow the gap between the two sides, but fortunately he was thick-skinned enough to assume a decisive battle stance.

Lance smiled slightly, dispelling a lot of his gloom.

Shi Zhou has a kind of magical power, calm and calm until Mount Tai collapses in front of him without changing his color. It is commonly known as thick-skinned and dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water.When they were studying together, it was obvious that everyone was cramming together, but Shi Zhou always gave people the illusion that he could do everything. In fact, he was the slowest reader and the latest progress among all the people. After staying up all night, he sighed quietly, "I just People who know that the review is endless".

A pile of colorful little things flashed through my mind and quickly faded, and the corners of Lance's lips finally curled down again.

The sword net is intertwined with dense silver network traces, and the light and shadow are criss-crossed. The special particle beam saber is hidden in the sword light and it is difficult to distinguish.

Hitting the wrist position of the mecha, sensing the slight deviation of the driver makes the body and the mecha respond in a cyclical manner.

Shi Zhou's long sword dropped from his hand.

Lance was about to stop, so as not to injure Shi Zhou again.

Unexpectedly, a clear and decisive shout came from Zhou Jijia to block his movements:

"Come again!"

Shi Zhou's mech added enough firepower to rush straight to the opponent without hesitation in an outrageous posture, but for a moment, without attacking, he stepped on the opponent's knee and used his strength like a light swallow to turn around in the air to catch the long sword that had not yet landed , At the same time, the strength of the kick made the opponent stagger and find it difficult to stabilize his balance.

Turn around, fly kick, chop down.

The afterimage has not disappeared, but the real body has arrived.

one strike!

defeat!

The mecha is so condescending, it is still the voice of a teenager, calmly stating, but it seems to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers:

"you lose."

Lance disarmed the equipment indifferently, raised his eyes tremblingly, and looked over the shoulder of the mecha. The dazzling white light made his eyes foggy, and he covered his face with his hands in the sound of extremely light and slow breathing. I laughed out loud:

If Shi Zhou could defeat him with his current mental strength, what about the past?What was it like in the past?

After losing a game, he didn't feel the frustration of losing.

What the hell did he do?Look what a fool he did?He indirectly broke the wings of an eagle, and his self-righteous affection and protection allowed him to blindly ruin the great future of the person he liked.

Shi Zhou jumped off the mecha, staggered a few steps to stabilize himself, although his hair was soaked in sweat, and his whole body was covered with the tide like the sea breeze, but he was obviously very happy.

In fact, on the whole, he couldn't beat Lance, but he happened to seize the opponent's loopholes and even counterattacked. If he really fought, the loser must be himself.

But Shi Zhou is very happy. If he can't beat now, it doesn't mean he won't win in the future. A little progress is enough for him, after all, the initial conditions are there.

From a distance, Lance saw Shi Zhou's thin figure under the light and eyes full of smile and vitality, as if he wanted to run away suddenly and lost all the courage to talk to Shi Zhou.

Before coming, he thought that Shi Zhou would have hatred, resentment, and resentment. He thought that a few words of comfort and long-term atonement could win Shi Zhou's heart.But it never occurred to him that he didn't need it at all.This boy is already so strong that he doesn't need any charity, his own help is even an insult to him.

Whether it is giving charcoal in the snow, or icing on the cake, he is just an outsider.

A guilty and timid outsider.

"Fengliang, let's go back." Shi Zhou looked at Lance, there was nothing to talk about.Turning around and continuing the same training, he regarded him as air and didn't look at him again.

Lance has always been proud. Since he was a child, everyone he likes must be respectfully held in front of him. He is used to squandering, and he pretends to be conceited.

There was a water stain across his face.

No matter how much you confess your sins, you can't get back that person's look:

Can't catch up, ever.