Blame him for being too pretty

Song Yuhe was so frightened by the sudden closing sound that his hands trembled, and a screw rolled out of his hand.

He took a few steps forward and was bending over to pick it up when the door that had just been closed was opened again.

When she looked up, there was Bo Qiao's condescending and numb handsome face.

Song Yuhe picked up the screw and looked at him in surprise.

The sound of the door also startled the whole class, seeing Bo Qiao walking in with no expression on his face, he hurriedly said hello.

"Hello, Teacher Bo."

Bo Qiao tried her best to be pleasant: "Well - when will this projector be repaired?"

Fix it and go.

Bo Qiao was already afraid of Song Yuhe's lingering spirit, and even wondered if this person had magical powers, otherwise why would he try to avoid him, but always bump into him unintentionally?

Bo Qiao thought blankly: "It's terrible."

Could it be that he was specially sent by Song Guanxing to torture him on purpose?

Reminiscing that both of them have the surname Song, and that this pretty little girl's facial features are somewhat similar to that damned Song Guanxing, Bo Qiao feels more and more that this idea is very credible, and looks at Song Yuhe with vigilance.

Song Yuhe didn't pay attention to Bo Qiao's familiar cannibal expression, and walked back to install the last screw.

"It's ready."

After speaking, he turned on the switch, and the holographic projection that flashed back last time was projected on the podium in front of him without warning—it was a dissected holographic body.

Song Yuhe was not frightened by the sudden body, and skillfully picked up the maintenance sheet, stamped it with the stamp hanging around his neck [Repaired], and handed it to Bo Qiao for his signature.

Bo Qiao wished that he would leave as soon as possible, so she took it and signed her name in a fluttering manner.

Song Yuhe checked it again, nodded, and began to tidy up the tools on the table.

Bo Qiao was worried that he would stare at her like he was on the light rail, but finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Just leave.

go now.

never see again.

At this moment, the get out of class bell rang suddenly.

The next class was holographic anatomy class, and Bo Qiao didn't bother to watch Song Yuhe packing up tools there, turned around and slipped out, planning to have another cup of coffee to calm down the shock.

Fortunately, this Song man left after repairing the machine, otherwise it would not be a matter that can be solved with a cup of coffee.

Song Yuhe didn't know that someone was frightened by him, his face was a little pale, with bushy eyelashes hanging down, he skillfully stuffed a bunch of tools into the box, his bony fingers seemed to be dancing on the keys, as if flicking the sun.

As soon as Teacher Bo left, the students in the class immediately let themselves go, and a group of people flocked to the podium.Talking to Song Yuhe in a hurry.

"Is your name Song Yuhe? You are good at repairing machinery, just fiddle with it twice like this!"

"Yes, yes, this thing is always broken, one card after another, it's annoying."

Song Yuhe looked at them curiously.

Lu Jing told him before that Furnley University and Griffin School of Medicine are incompatible. Once, a senior from Gryffindor University criticized Furnley University, saying that they are repairmen who can only fiddle with parts, mocking them wantonly.

One of the two schools is dealing with the cold iron bumps day and night, and the other is dealing with the warm human body, and they can't understand each other's romance at all.

Lu Jing also scared him at the time, saying that Griffin's people were terrible, and if he was left alone outside the school, he would definitely be bullied.

Song Yuhe didn't know that it was Lu Jing's conspiracy to abduct him to hang out with him, so he half understood it.

When he came to Griffin this time, he thought he would be bullied and embarrassing, 57 was ready to be furious and slaughtered - after all, when he was repairing things, everyone's eyes shot him up and down like X-rays .

Unexpectedly, they were unexpectedly friendly.

Song Yuhe was flattered and answered their questions one by one.

"My name is Song Yuhe."

"If it's repaired, it won't break, and it won't get stuck."

This group of students became even more energetic, and they yelled "Yuhe" and "Yuhe" after only a few words.

"Is Yuhe going to repair other things?"

Song Yuhe replied: "I won't repair it anymore."

The boy who came to the front excitedly suggested: "Then, do you want to listen to a class here?"

Song Yuhe was taken aback for a moment, several question marks appeared in his head.

Attend a class?

"Yes, yes." Someone hurriedly echoed, "Our teacher Bo's lectures are humorous, easy to understand, and won't make people get up to answer questions, and there are few homework after class. He is simply a model teacher."

Song Yuhe hadn't attended a few classes, so he said "Oh" in a ignorant way: "But I'm studying bionic machinery."

On the forum a few days ago, the students of Fu Enli and Griffin were still fighting for hundreds of floors on the "correlation between bionic mechanical parts and human organs", cursing "Bionic machinery is crumbs! Cold mechanical parts can Is it the same as a romantic human body?!", forcing the administrator to come out and delete the post.

The students who contributed a lot of scolding to the high-rise post said at this moment without blinking: "Bionic mechanical parts and human organs are not separated. The class taught by our teacher Bo is also very good for bionic machinery." useful!"

As soon as the words came out, the others looked at the student strangely.

The boy glanced at them, and everyone immediately agreed.

"Yes, yes, just take a class."

"If there is another problem with this holographic projector, Yuhe can also repair it on the spot, so I don't have to make another trip."

"Yes, yes, it makes sense!"

Song Yuhe was dragged to an empty seat in the second row by a group of people with a dazed expression on his face, and was also stuffed with a book.

No matter what happens, 57 always thinks of the worst. Stimulated by the unreasonable enthusiasm of this group of people, he said coldly, "They won't want to dissect you, will they? Then I'll kill them first!"

Song Yuhe: "..."

Why does it feel like 57's persecution paranoia is getting worse?

After a while, the class bell rang, and Bao Qiao, who successfully drank a cup of coffee and completely suppressed the shock, tentatively opened a crack in the door.

Very well, the podium is empty.

Bo Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, then opened the door wide, and walked in with a relaxed pace.

He casually walked to the podium, opened the book with lowered eyes, and turned on the holographic projector, intending to continue the lecture.

It's just that Bo Qiao had just finished this series of actions, and he vaguely felt a strange gaze falling on him.

He frowned and glanced up, looking straight at Song Yuhe who was staring at him in the middle of the second row.

Bo Qiao: "???"

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao's gentle and refined scholarly temperament completely dissipated, and he switched to the ruthless killer almost in seconds. He looked at Song Yuhe coldly, with "Why haven't you left yet?" written all over his face.

It was only when he saw the expressions on the faces of all the students in the class that "they don't care about the humorous teacher Bo's class, they only want to appreciate the beauty", and he suddenly understood.

——Song Yuhe's beautiful and inhumane face is enough to make these restless young girls want to keep him longer.

Bo Qiao didn't chase Song Yuhe out either.

After all, someone has just finished repairing the machinery, so what's the difference between driving someone's children away directly and crossing the river to demolish the bridge?

Bo Qiao looked coldly at the group of students staring straight at Song Yuhe, thinking that since they were so restless, they should do more homework.

After a while, the students who were still happy to stay with Song Yuhe for a class together suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

Their "humorous" teacher Bo was stimulated by something, and his teaching style was completely different from before!

It is neither humorous nor easy to understand, and often makes people stand up to answer questions, and there are more homework after class than ever before.

All the students collapsed with "Mr. Bo, what's wrong with you, Mr. Bo! What kind of stimulation did you get?!"

Bo Qiao was indifferent and ruthless, completely ignoring their mournful expressions. After the lecture, amidst the screams and wailing, Shi Shiran put away the textbook and left.

Song Yuhe: "..."

Everyone's enthusiasm was suppressed by countless homework after class, and they could no longer be restless. Even Song Yuhe just said hello when he left, not as enthusiastic as before.

Song Yuhe left with lingering fear.

"It's a bit scary." Song Yuhe and 57 said, "I didn't even understand what this class was talking about, so I don't need to do homework after class, right?"

57 said: "You don't go to school here, what homework do you do?"

Song Yuhe thought the same, he was stupid in class.

He was leaving the teaching building with a toolbox when he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind.

"Song Yuhe."

Song Yuhe looked back, and Bo Qiao was standing behind, looking at him indifferently.

He changed into silver-rimmed glasses with chains, which made his demeanor look more elegant and cool. He stepped on the sunlight on the ground and walked slowly, as if he was walking on a red carpet.

There are four big characters all over the body-pretending to be like the wind.

"gentlemen."

When Song Yuhe saw the coat on his body, he finally remembered something, and said obediently: "Thank you for your coat last time, I've already washed it, and I'll bring it to you next time."

Bo Qiao maintained a decent expression, nodded casually, gave him a pile of homework assigned, and said indifferently: "This is the homework for this class."

Song Yuhe: "???"

Song Yuhe took it with a blank face: "Huh? Mine?"

But he is not Gryffindor's student.

"Yes." Bo Qiao looked like a wolf with a big tail, an image of an unfathomable scholar, "All the students I have taught have to do their homework. Since you came to listen, you just want to learn something, right?"

Song Yuhe nodded in a daze: "That's right...?"

"Very good." Bo Qiao said, "After finishing these homework, I will give it to me together with the coat next time we meet."

57 was furious: "It's just my IQ! How could he do it?! Is he mocking you? I killed this dog man!!"

Song Yuhe: "..."

Bo Qiao, a dog man, gently hooked his lips.

After getting along with Bo Huacai twice and Bo Huacai's narration, Bo Qiao probably understood that this child was not immature due to his young age, but a one-sided brain, and he was only proficient in bionic machinery, and didn't understand anything else.

It's like a genius disease.

This kind of person who is only interested in bionic mechanical geniuses can't even understand the questions of these assignments.

In short, he can never finish these homework, and the agreed "next time meeting" can be postponed endlessly.

Bo Qiao's abacus was rattling.

This wave is mainly anti-client, and it is especially good to advance as retreat.

Song Yuhe didn't know that this person was able to design such a sinister situation just to avoid him, so he nodded ruthlessly, hugging the warm homework that had just been printed: "Okay."

It was the first time that Bo Qiao was really kind to him: "Go."

Song Yuhe nodded, and left with a pile of homework.

Bo Qiao watched the slender figure leave in the warm sunshine, the chain on the glasses swayed slightly, as if smiling slightly with downcast eyes.

***

Along the way, 57 scolded that dog man surnamed Bo, thinking that he was deliberately satirizing his cub's IQ.

Song Yuhe's brows were about to frown into bean eyebrows, as he walked, he looked at the homework that he couldn't even understand the questions.

Before returning to Furnley University, a person suddenly rushed over from behind and yanked his pigtail skillfully.

Song Yuhe knew it was Lu Jing without looking back.

Lu Jing smiled and hugged his shoulders, and said, "I've found out, my brother's company sells a lot of custom-made bionics, and some Liuyin stabilizers are broken and have to be returned to the factory for scrapping. Now the stabilizers can The news about Xiu has spread throughout the galaxy, and many people plan to ask you to repair bionics. Cub, you are going to get rich."

Song Yuhe had already saved enough money for 57 to exchange for the silver stabilizer, and he was not that urgent about the money, so he just responded flatly and said, "Okay."

Lu Jing raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

Song Yuhe showed him the homework: "Do the homework."

"Good guy." Lu Jing glanced at him casually, and whistled, "You don't even want to take the bionic machine class, so you go to Griffin to do your homework?"

Song Yuhe didn't know why he was just going to repair something, but was dragged into class by Mimi, and had to do homework after class. He frowned and said, "I don't know how to do it."

If you can't finish it, you can't return the thin Qiao coat.

Lu Jing pulled him to a side garden table and sat down, crossed his legs and said lazily, "I'll show you."

Song Yuhe gave him the homework.

Lu Jing is worthy of being the number one academic god in the school year. He raised his eyebrows slightly after reading it once, and he was full of Versailles when he opened his mouth: "It's very simple, bionic machines and human organs are not separated. You are so fond of bionic machines. Understood, why wouldn’t you do it?”

Song Yuhe frowned: "Where is it simple?"

Lu Jing took out a pen and twirled it a few times on his five fingers, and saw Song Yuhe "wow" in satisfaction. one instead.

"Well, look, do you understand?"

Song Yuhe took a look, his expression changed, and he looked at Lu Jing in astonishment.

He actually understood those questions that seemed to be written in heaven!

Lu Jing asked, "Isn't it simple?"

Song Yuhe: "It's very simple!"

Song Yuhe looked at Lu Jing with admiration in his eyes.

Lu Jing, who has always been indifferent to other people's opinions, was a little flustered by his eyes that seemed to have special effects, and felt that countless spotlights were constantly flickering towards him.

"Let's go." Lu Jing changed his usual lazy temperament and wanted to lie down on the spot, and he was in a rare mood, "Brother will help you with your homework, and I guarantee that you can hand in these homework in the evening."

Song Yuhe was very happy, and Diandian followed his brother to do homework.

Bo Qiao thought he had won the game, so after class, he went to "Bo Ke" to find Bo Huacai in a rare mood.

Bo Huacai raised her eyebrows slightly when she saw his younger brother swept away the previous depression and irritability: "What's wrong, so happy?"

Bo Qiao hooked his lips, revealing a rare smile.

"Get out of trouble."

Bo Huacai didn't understand how his inscrutable and pretentious expression came about, and she didn't bother to ask, so she put a box on the table in front of him.

"Your courier."

Bo Qiao: "Mine?"

He just came to Fuenli for a few days, how could someone send him a courier?

Bo Qiao thought it was the special assistant who sent him something important, so he took it and glanced at it casually.

"Mail Address: Song Guanxing, Headquarters of Xinghe Building, Nanhuai

Recipient: Mr. Joe. "

Bo Qiao: "..."