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After taking a shower, Shen Fan threw himself on the bed like a bag.

He looked sideways at the pile of unopened books on the table, and the fire in his heart began to rise to the top of his head.

What bullshit, what bullshit talk, and you want him to change his ways.

Do you really think you are the savior?

Humph……

It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous.

Shen Fan turned over in anger, pinched the pillow, and beat it several times as if he was angry.

Looking at the ceiling, I began to doubt life.

Is it wrong to go to Ark?

That’s right, you can’t get Bright Eyes if you don’t go.

What was wrong was meeting Lin Jue.

Is it wrong to go to ASHES to pick up something?

That's right, those scum deserved a lesson.

What was wrong was meeting Lin Jue.

……

Why did this bitch happen to see it?

Now, this bitch doesn't know what to do with him.

He probably regarded him as some kind of delinquent boy.

I hang out with men every day and sell my butt.

Now he dares to use chicken feathers as arrows, give him a little favor, and let people say such things to him.

In summary, Shen Fan was right, this piece of shit was really annoying.

Shen Fan sat up,

After rummaging through the drawer, I found a pair of rusty scissors.

With two knives, he cut off the red nylon rope on the book that the dog brought.

I found another pencil with the eraser head off and started flipping through the book and reading the catalog.

Shen Fan told himself that since it was already like this, let it be like this.

What's the use of explaining it? People will believe it after you explain it?

No one can care what other people think.

It's better to treat him as a fart and then go about your business.

……

There was a "pop" sound, and the pencil tip was broken due to excessive force.

Shen Fan threw away the pen and the book with half of his name written on it, crossed his arms and took a deep breath.

He understands the truth, but he is just angry...

Unable to write his name, Shen Fan first picked up the admissions brochure and read it.

There are a bunch of fancy arrows and pictures on the brochure, but the words are printed very small, which looks hard on the eyes.

Shen Fan read each sentence silently in front of the dim desk lamp.

There are special recruitment directories for many universities, including three in Yong'an District.

Shen Fan didn't want to go too far, otherwise he might not be able to see Wang Yong a few times a year.

Among the three schools, there is only one that specializes in special recruitment and uses both mecha and AI.

So in fact, Shen Fan only needs to pay attention to this school.

Yong'an District University of Science and Technology.

Shen Fan read it again and recalled it, as if he had heard it somewhere.

After thinking about it more carefully, he remembered that his former royal mecha repairman came from this school.

This man's name is He Jian. When he first came to him, he was a newly graduated college student.

Before he joined the military group, he maintained the mechas himself. However, as his position rose, he felt powerless, so he hired mecha maintainers.

He Jian looks handsome, talks little, works quickly and rigorously, and is obsessed with mechas.

Mingmu's original body was able to do it only because of his help.

The more Shen Fan got in touch with him, the more he felt that this young man was a rare talent.

Being a mere mecha repairman is too wasteful.

Later, he even thought about promoting him or recommending him to become a teacher in school, but He Jian refused.

Then I followed him silently for six years.

Thinking of this, Shen Fan sighed,

It's been three years, and I don't know where this person has gone or who he works for as a mecha maintainer.

Shen Fan was still immersed in memories, and then he planned to turn over and take a closer look at the specific admissions requirements of this school.

As a result, with a bang, the light went out.

It was dark inside.

"Miss Zhu" at the window on the second floor began to spit out fragrance again.

"Who the hell used the hair dryer again? It heated up so fast! I didn't know it would trip? I've blown out the fuses several times this month. If I find out, be careful to raise your rent!!"

Shen Fan dug his ears and thought, forget it, it's already so late, I can't sleep anymore.

We'll talk about other things tomorrow.

He lay back on the bed and turned over again, feeling that something was missing.

Then he opened the cupboard in the dark and took out the balled-up suit jacket inside.

Put it in front of your nose and smell it.

Sure enough, it still has the same old taste to help you sleep.

Forget-worn grass, forget-worn grass...

If only I could really forget my worries.

Shen Fan closed his eyes tiredly.

……

"Ah, Ah..."

Linjue seemed to have a remote reaction under Shen Fan's kind "consolation" from the dog.

He sneezed twice in a row.

Linjue sat up and looked at the time, it was already 11pm.

When there is no war, he usually wakes up at six o'clock and goes to bed at ten o'clock.

At this point, it should have entered deep sleep.

However, he took a look at the physical data on his brain.

The column for body temperature is marked in red.

38.3°

He has a fever.

Linjue frowned, guessing that his body really hadn't recovered this time, or that he was not accustomed to Blue Star's acclimatization.

He had to get up and call the landline in his room.

"Well, it's me," the other end of the phone called Major General respectfully, and Linjue continued, "Bring me some fever-reducing medicine. I have some fever. The other symptoms are headache, stuffy nose, and no cough. Well, I don't need a doctor. If If the fever doesn’t go away tomorrow, I will go to the hospital by myself.”

Linjue hung up the phone and waited for a moment before someone delivered medicine to his door.

He poured a glass of warm water and sat on the sofa to take the medicine.

His physical fitness has always been very good and he rarely gets sick.

The few memories of illness still remain in my memory when I first went to "Shen Fan".

At that time, he was not able to adapt to the climate of Feng Yuxing.

I started having a fever on the first day I went there.

And because I was afraid of being pushed back by "Shen Fan", I didn't dare to speak out.

As a result, I fainted from the fever in the middle of the night.

If "Shen Fan" hadn't gotten up to look at him in the middle of the night and noticed something was wrong, his brain would have been burned out by now.

"Shen Fan" fed him medicine and stayed with him all night.

Although "Shen Fan" was also in a hurry at that time.

I fed him a full stomach of ice water and was told by the family doctor.

Now that Lin Jue thought about it, the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.

At that time, "Shen Fan" lowered his head to "listen to the instructions", quietly explaining that he had a foster child at home, and holding a pen to record the dosage of antipyretics.

His profile in home clothes is so gentle...

Who would have thought that he was the all-powerful "god of murder"?

Before Lin Jue came, he was already prepared to be harshly educated and even beaten severely.

But "Shen Fan" was not like that.

Instead, he pays great attention to his health and has someone prepare nutritious meals and custom-made clothes for him.

Discuss with him the school he will transfer to, whether to live on campus or go to day school.

At that time, Linjue realized that not all children would be "educated" like he once did.

You can also make friends with adults and talk about the truth.

After he got better, "Shen Fan" began to urge him to run.

Maybe he also listened to the family doctor's advice in order to strengthen his physique.

Thinking about it now, "Shen Fan" made a lot of changes and efforts for him.

Linjue recovered from his nostalgic thoughts and found that he had sweated a lot.

The effect of the drug has come out.

He stood up and went to the cloakroom to change into a set of pajamas.

When I opened the drawer, I saw white bow ties neatly arranged inside.

Maybe it was because he didn't take it out of his trouser pocket when he changed clothes last time.

It has been washed and ironed by the cleaner.

He returned to his upright appearance when he first saw him.

Humph……

Why should a boy like that be called Shen Fan? It really brings down the class of this name.