Blame him for being too pretty

Bo Qiao remained expressionless: "You've got the wrong person."

Song Yuhe stared at his face thoughtfully.

As the person in charge of Pucun, Bo Qiao has experienced countless big scenes, even meeting with the general leader of the galaxy did not make him restless like now. He frowned, and was afraid that his signature child-eating expression would make Song Yuhe more Lenovo had no choice but to force myself to work hard to be pleasing to the eye.

57 pondered: "Well, this expression is more familiar now."

Song Yuhe: "Yes, yes, I think so too."

Song Yuhe's gaze became more explicit.

Bo Qiao was terrified by what he saw, and tried to maintain her majesty, looking down at him indifferently, her eyes filled with impatience of "what are you looking at?"

Anyone who saw Bo Qiao's calm and self-imposing expression would have looked away in fright, but Song Yuhe had experienced the baptism of Mr. Qiao's expression. , take the time to look at his face.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao was about to vomit blood, and turned away angrily.

He glanced at the stop sign out of the corner of his eye, and found that there were still four or five stops to go, so he had to endure it.

After getting off the light rail, he must have stayed away from this plague god!

He had already agreed to the invitation from Griffin School of Medicine, and it would be embarrassing to backtrack, so Bo Qiao could only try his best to avoid Song Yuhe during his stay in Fuenli.

He was thinking about countless plans when Song Yuhe suddenly said "ah" and said, "Mr. Qiao."

Bo Qiao: "???"

At that moment, it seemed that slow motion was playing in front of Bao Qiao's eyes, and his thoughts almost flew to the sky.

He recognized me? !

How did you recognize it, why did you recognize it?

What would he do if he knew who I was?Will my identity be exposed on StarNet?

Or threaten to blackmail me?

Is 5000 million enough?

Another 5000 million?

Is that enough?Almost done.

Don't talk too much, lion.

Obviously, the air conditioner in the light rail was fully turned on, but Bo Qiao was in a daze to arrange a big show by himself, which scared him into a sweat.

Before he came back to his senses, he saw Song Yuhe spread his five fingers, pawing on the glass door like a child, looking curiously at the huge billboard not far away.

——The billboard was probably for the purpose of gaining popularity. It drew an emoji of Mr. Qiao giving a thumbs up and put it on the side.

Bo Qiao: "..."

The speed of the light rail was fast, and the billboard passed by quickly. Bo Qiao was gnashing his teeth, trying to remember the name of the brand and sue him for infringement, but in the blink of an eye, the light rail drove into the tunnel.

Bo Qiao's face turned green with anger.

Song Yuhe looked away from the outside, tilted his head to think for a long time, and murmured: "Mr. Qiao, um..."

He was about to look at Bo Qiao when he was suddenly covered by a mint-scented coat.

Song Yuhe's thoughts were immediately scattered, he forgot what he was thinking just now, he pulled his eyes out, and looked at Bao Qiao suspiciously.

Bao Qiao pretended to be calm and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, lowered his eyes and said lightly: "Isn't it cold? Put it on."

Song Yuhe was flattered.

Since Song Yuhe came to Fu'enli, everyone he met was full of kindness to him, even Lian Yan who designed to frame him also pretended to be gentle.

Although he was slow, he could still feel that Mr. Bo Qiao hated and rejected him extremely.

Song Yuhe didn't understand until the warm coat fell on him.

It turns out that Mr. Bo Qiao is a slow cook.

Song Yuhe was weak, so he didn't refuse. He obediently put on a coat that was one size too big. The cuffs were a bit long, and half of his slender fingers were covered.

Without blinking his eyes, he sent a good person card: "Thank you, Mr. Bo Qiao is really a good person."

Bo Qiao didn't say anything, she didn't want to be a good person.

Probably Bo Qiao gave him the coat, Song Yuhe became more courageous, pointed to the light rail card in Bo Qiao's hand, and said, "When you get off the bus, if you don't want this, can you give it to me?"

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao gritted her teeth and squeezed out a word: "Okay."

Anything worth five yuan can be regarded as a treasure.

Bo Qiao began to wonder if this person would charge 500 for the hush money even if he recognized his identity.

After a while, Furnley University arrived.

It wasn't until the light rail arrived that Bo Qiao's torment on pins and needles finally ended.

Bo Huacai was already waiting for them at the door of "Bo Ke", and greeted them with smiles when they saw the two coming one after the other.

"Here it is."

Bo Qiao's face was green, and he threw the bag in his hand to her, and opened the door silently, intending to enter the store to calm down the fearful mood along the way.

It's just that as soon as he opened the door, he was choked by the smell in the room, and retreated with an ugly face.

Bo Huacai was rubbing Song Yuhe's head to thank him, and raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw this: "What's wrong? I turned on the ventilation."

Bo Qiao said coldly, "It still smells like silver."

Bo Huacai muttered, "Dog nose, you."

Bo Qiao's rejection of bionics was almost deep in his bones, he frowned and said, "I'll go to Griffin to report first, and I'll treat you to dinner in a few days."

"So anxious? We haven't seen each other for a long time, why don't we have a meal together to catch up?" Bo Huacai said.

Bo Qiao didn't want to talk about the past, so he turned around and left.

He was tall and imposing, but his back seemed to be being chased by a ghost, and he fled in embarrassment.

It was the first time for Bo Huacai to see him acting so cowardly, and immediately burst out laughing, thinking that this was a good show.

***

The arrival of Bo Qiao did not change Song Yuhe's life in the slightest.

He still skips class every day to come to "Bo Ke" to repair androids to make money, and when he has nothing to do, he goes shopping with Qin Xian to see the world.

The bionic man that Bo Huacai specially picked up was seriously damaged, and the Liuyin stabilizer was specially made by the factory, which took Song Yuhe a lot of effort.

The bionic person seemed to belong to some important person, and the repair fee was fully paid. On the day of paying the money, Bo Huacai didn't even look at it, and directly handed the cash to Song Yuhe.

Song Yuhe took it in doubt: "Mine?"

Bo Huacai: "That's right, I didn't participate in this repair, of course it's all yours."

Song Yuhe's mind was a little bit crazy: "But you said before, what are the divisions."

Bo Huacai laughed loudly, and patted Song Yuhe's head: "You can take it if it's yours. Besides, this bionic man was sent to me for repair because of you."

Song Yuhe was at a loss: "Ah? Me? Why?"

Bo Huacai knew that he didn't have an optical brain yet, so he clicked on the communication and urged Qin Xian, without further explanation, he said, "Look, is there enough for you to buy a Liuyin stabilizer for your bionic person?"

Hearing this, Song Yuhe hurriedly sat down and nodded, and found that it was enough, he looked up at Bo Huacai in surprise.

"You deserve it, let Qin Xian accompany you to buy a Liuyin stabilizer this weekend." Bo Huacai thought for a while, "Well, but there should be no separate ones on the market, you may need to go to the factory to choose. "

Song Yuhe nodded like a pounding garlic: "Yeah!"

With enough money, Song Yuhe was happy for a long time, talking to 57 on the way back to school.

"I suspect that the reason why you cannot transform into a human form is not because of a problem with the neural network. It may be that the gimbal is too old!" Song Yuhe jumped up happily, "When I buy the gimbal and replace it for you, do you just want to change it for you?" Can you transform into a human form?!"

57 hesitated, and said, "The original stabilizer doesn't seem to be damaged."

Song Yuhe said: "Try it, when you become a human, you can hug me."

Song Yuhe began to think about the future, and felt a little sad when he thought about it: "I haven't seen you for a long time."

57 didn't speak.

Song Yuhe was muttering, just as he walked to the school gate, he saw Qin Xian walking over with a list, and caught a glimpse of him beckoning.

"Hey boy, it's just in time for you to come. I've got an order for you."

Song Yuhe walked over suspiciously: "Ah? What list?"

"It's the help list from the Griffin School next door." Qin Xian gave him the maintenance list, and said, "There are other schools too, but I'm afraid you won't be able to touch it because it's too far away. Gryffindor is very close, just one street away. "

Song Yuhe took it half-understood: "Doesn't their school learn bionic machines?"

Qin Xian: "They are medical students. They don't study this. They usually don't bother to find a repairman. They will also find students from our school to repair machinery for them to practice their hands."

Song Yuhe nodded: "Oh yes, just go directly."

"Yes, it should be that their holographic projector is broken, and it seems to be in urgent need."

Song Yuhe put away the list: "Okay, I'll go now."

***

At Gryffindor University, which is only one road away from Fuenli, Bo Qiao is sitting in the atrium with a cup of coffee.

Because the holographic projector in the classroom was damaged, this class could not be held, and the students were already in self-study.

Because #乔先生# is still fermenting on Xingwang, Bo Qiao couldn’t play with the optical brain, so he had to buy a bunch of psychology books to read. He read it in the middle of the night last night. At this time, he was so sleepy that he already had the second cup of coffee in his hand. .

While drinking coffee, he scanned the atrium.

As far as he knows, the atrium is a place where teachers or students often chat.

Sure enough, Bo Qiao just sat with his slender legs crossed for a while, and two male students had already arrived in the back seat.

When they first arrived, they were discussing about not being punished everywhere. Bo Qiao listened patiently for a while, and found out that they were talking about three students of Furnley University being punished.

The reason is to frame classmates and deliberately discredit the school.

Bo Qiao became interested, took a sip of coffee gracefully, his eyelids drooped, and was about to continue listening when he heard one of the boys say his name.

"...Of course it's Song Yuhe!"

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao almost spit out a mouthful of coffee, struggling to maintain his immobile elegance, his face instantly sank.

Why is it such a life-threatening name again?

The two boys started to eat melons, and they made no concessions to the girls, with small mouths.

"Then it's pretty. With a braid, it's even more beautiful than our school's school belle."

"Lu Gaocheng and the others came up with the bad idea of ​​live broadcasting "Heart" because they were jealous of my old... Song Yuhe, just to make Song Yuhe embarrassing."

"Hey, it's too poisonous, no wonder he was punished by the school."

Bo Qiao originally only wanted to force himself to eat that brat's melon to relieve his hatred, but unexpectedly, he ate another boomerang that was hard to swallow.

As soon as he heard "Heart", he had an ominous premonition, and as expected, the two soon chatted with great interest #比先生#.

Mr. Qiao Benqiao: "..."

It's been a week, and #乔先生# is still popular, and it's more than enough to give him three trophies.

Mr. Bo Qiao immediately slipped away with his coffee.

It's really unlucky, why can I hear that kid's name everywhere?

It's haunting and annoying.

But soon Teacher Bo explained himself.

——It’s just to hear the name, and there is no need to meet, so just pretend that you didn’t hear it.

Bo Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, drank the coffee in a good mood, put the cup back, and found a message from a student.

[Mr. Bo, the person who repairs the holographic projector is here. 】

Bo Qiao switched off the communication, got up and went to the classroom.

While in the corridor, Bo Qiao accidentally looked in through the window, and found that thirty or forty people in a class were not in the mood for self-study at all, their eyes were fixed on the podium, and those in the last few rows even stretched their necks Look, eyes are full of "Let me be healthy let me be healthy!"

Bao Qiao frowned slightly.

Is this fun to watch?

He will not be sleepy when he mentions this.

Bo Qiao quickened his pace a little, and paused when he reached the front door, before opening the door pretending to be indifferent.

On the podium, Song Yuhe was fiddling with the holographic projector, and the sunlight came in from the window, making his facial features beautiful and delicate.

Because the wind from opening the door slightly brushed a lock of black hair that was not tied up next to his ear, Song Yuhe concentrated on repairing things, probably because his ears were itchy, and he raised his hand casually, showing his slender but beautiful hair. The strong forearm hung the lock of slightly long black hair behind the ear, so as not to get in the way.

All the people in the class, men and women, unconsciously looked at him.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao slammed the door shut again.