Mars trainee

Outside the window, there was a huge roar.

Xu Luyang, who was doing weight-bearing squats in the gym at home, glanced outside, but didn't pay much attention at the time.

He thought, it might be that some illegal buildings nearby were demolished, and they were blasting.

However, I live in a high-end residential complex with a radius of ten miles. Apart from entertainment and leisure facilities, it is a commercial area. How could there be illegal buildings.

Xu Luyang stood at the window and took a look, and saw a strange-shaped UFO landed on the golf course in his community, smashing the lawn into a giant pit.

A young man walked out of the flying object, and then stood beside the huge pit, looking at everything in front of him blankly.

Soon after, he was taken away by community security.

Xu Luyang didn't take the scene he saw seriously, he just took a photo casually, and then went on to exercise.

The young man who was taken away was arrested and taken to the police station on charges of vandalism of public facilities.

The policeman raised his eyes to look at this outstanding young man with a blank face and asked, "What's your name?"

The young man replied: "Zuo Cheng."

"Show me your ID card."

Zuo Cheng took out an "ID card" and handed it to the policeman in front of him.

The police took a look, and there were these big characters written on this certificate: "Mars Resident Certificate."

He glanced at the normal-looking young man, "Your ID card is forged, right? Return your Martian resident card. Don't tell me you're a Martian."

Zuo Cheng nodded solemnly, "Yes."

The policeman smiled and wondered if the second-year illness of the young people is already so serious?

The policeman raised his voice and said seriously, "I'm telling you young man, this is the police station, don't mess with me, you think you're very idiosyncratic, right? Forging an ID card is a crime."

Zuo Cheng hurriedly explained: "This is the first time I have come to Earth, and I don't know much about your laws here. Please bear with me if I offend you. If possible, can you check my aircraft for me. After it is repaired, I can back home."

The policeman frowned and asked, "The big tin box you said dropped in someone else's neighborhood is your aircraft?"

Zuo Cheng nodded: "Yes, there was an accident and I got out of orbit, so I fell to the earth."

The police felt that he was messing around, patted the table and said, "Confiscated."

Zuo Cheng's expression changed drastically. If the aircraft was really confiscated, then he would not even think about going back. The materials used to make the aircraft are very special and do not exist on earth.

Unexpectedly, such an accident would happen during his mission, Zuo Cheng frowned.

"So how do I get my craft back?" he asked.

The police thought he had broken his brain, so they called the hospital and asked, "Is it a mental hospital? Yes, I'm Team Zhang. I want to ask if there are any vacant beds in your place?"

Afterwards, Zuo Cheng was forcibly taken to a mental hospital.

Fortunately, the sanitation of the mental hospital is fairly clean, and Zuo Cheng found that the people in the mental hospital are much friendlier than those outside.

An old man in a hospital gown greeted him: "Hello, are you new here?"

Zuo Cheng nodded, "Yes."

"Where is your home?" asked the old man.

"Mars." Zuo Cheng replied.

"Me too." The old man excitedly held his hand, "After so many years, I finally found a companion."

To Zuo Cheng's surprise, it turned out that all the people in this academy were his companions, and he seemed to have found an organization, which finally gave him a sense of belonging on this lonely planet.

Zuo Cheng lived in a mental illness for a month before he realized that there seemed to be something wrong with this group of people.He should have returned to his spacecraft earlier, and hurried back to Mars.

At the same time, he found that on Earth, it seems that the average life expectancy of human beings is generally low, and people at the age of 70 are called old people, while on Mars, 70 years old is still a youth.

For example, he is already over 70 this year, and the human lifespan is only in his early 20s when converted to human beings.

The face of human beings is fleeting, and the IQ is not very high. The people in the mental hospital have a higher IQ than the people outside.

Zuo Cheng thought about it, he seemed to be unable to go back for a while anyway, he might as well stay on the earth to observe and observe human beings, write a few pages of logs every day, and kill the boring time in the mental hospital.

After staying in the psychiatric hospital for two months, Zuo Cheng already had a general understanding of human beings.

At this time, someone came to the hospital and promised to take him out of here.

Zuo Cheng felt that it was time to get to know the outside world, so he agreed to this man named Yang Dingfeng.

But Mr. Yang made a condition. It turned out that he liked Zuo Cheng's outstanding appearance and wanted to sign him to debut.

Zuo Cheng was simple-minded and didn't know what debut was. After hearing what he said, he simply thought that after going out, he could earn money by relying on his face, as if it was a way to get rich once and for all, so he agreed to him.

Yang Dingfeng took Zuo Cheng back in his car, and found that this young man, except for his bad brain, everything else was quite normal.

He himself thought it was absurd that he even signed an artist of unknown origin in a mental hospital, but judging from his years of experience in the entertainment industry, if this young man can make his debut, he will definitely become a big hit.

First of all, he has a face that God rewards for food. His good looks are that kind of feeling that he doesn't eat the fireworks of the world.

Zuo Cheng's lips are thin, his facial features are three-dimensional and profound, and the inner corners of his eyes are a little narrow and long, which makes him look slightly world-weary, which sets off his desolate temperament, which is a good-looking type.

Moreover, Zuo Cheng is a piece of clean white paper, because he has a bad mind and can't think of anything else. From his clear eyes, it can be seen that his mind is transparent and simple. Judging from his appearance, he is indeed It is a malleable talent.

Yang Dingfeng brought Zuo Cheng back to the company, and found that the young man was not only bad-minded, but also a gangster.

"Did you grow up so old that you didn't even have a household registration?" Yang Dingfeng asked.

Zuo Cheng shook his head, "I don't have a household registration on Earth, but I only have a Mars resident certificate."

From the moment he realized it, he insisted that he was from Mars, and no one could convince him. Yang Dingfeng simply gave up and obeyed his statement, "Then you are living on the earth now, and I will give you an ID card. How big is it?"

Generally, older artists will write their age younger on their ID cards.

"72 is old."

As soon as Zuo Cheng said this, Yang Dingfeng was almost choked up, he didn't expect him to be quite humorous, this young man looked to be 20 years old at most.

"Okay, then I'll give you the age of 19." Yang Dingfeng made his own decision.

Zuo Cheng frowned, thinking that the calculation method of the age of people on Earth and Mars is indeed different, but he didn't say anything.

"Don't you rent a house here? If you don't have a place to live, you can live in the company dormitory temporarily." Yang Dingfeng said.

"I don't have any money." Zuo Cheng said, "It would be best to have a place to live for free."

Hearing that Yang Dingfeng brought back a newcomer, everyone was very curious. The company's dormitory conditions are not bad, usually two people share a room.

The one in the same dormitory as Zuo Cheng is a boy named Fu Chaoxi.

Fu Chaoxi had just returned from dancing practice, sweating from the heat, wearing only ripped jeans and a big vest, when he saw his new roommate, he jumped over happily like a steaming steamed bun.

"Hello, hello, my name is Fu Chaoxi, you can call me Xixi." Fu Chaoxi turned his head and asked, "Where's your luggage? Haven't you brought it here yet?"

Fu Chaoxi looked at the boy in front of him, and felt that although he was quite young, his eyes were a little mature.

"My name is Zuo Cheng, you can... Forget it, you can call me Zuo Cheng." Zuo Cheng said, "I have no luggage, and Manager Yang bought the clothes for me."

He was only wearing a simple white T-shirt, but he was also surprisingly good-looking.

The boy's skeleton is well-grown, neat and distinct, as tall and straight as a young white poplar in winter.

Fu Chaoxi patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, you can wear my clothes in the future."

Zuo Cheng glanced at him, the clothes on his body were big and loose, one could even see the abdominal muscles through the cuffs of the vest.

Zuo Cheng shook his head, "No, thank you."

Fu Chaoxi looked down at his clothes.

Fu Chaoxi: Why did I hear a hint of dislike in his tone?

At night, Zuo Cheng sat on the bed in the dormitory and began to seriously write his earth observation log:

"On the 61st day on the earth, the temperature was 36 degrees 2, the humidity was dry, and the north latitude was 39"26' to 41"03'. I came to an entertainment company from a mental hospital, and everything on the earth was still the same. It was fine. It is impossible to get the aircraft back for the time being. Fortunately, I learned a trick in the mental hospital. An uncle told me that as long as you stand on the highest place of the roof with an iron pot on your head, you can summon Martian companions and send them a message. Distress signal. I plan to try this method tomorrow.”