Blame him for being too pretty

Song Yuhe's eyes widened in surprise, apparently the bumpkin had never heard of such a miraculous "sacred object" in the countryside.

"really?"

Lian Yan saw his face full of unfamiliar expressions, sneered in his heart, but pretended to be gentle: "Of course."

Song Yuhe was very happy: "Then I can..."

Lian Yan thought he was going to go into the "medical cabin" impatiently, and was scoffing at the attitude of other hillbillies entering the city, when Song Yuhe picked up the toolbox full of water, shook it, and said happily: "Then I can Would you like to take it apart and have a look?"

Lian Yan: "..."

Lian Yan suspected that the thunder just now had stunned his ears, otherwise how could he have heard such an unexpected answer?

"Take it apart, take it apart?"

"Yes, yes." Song Yuhe said, "I want to know how it works, don't worry, I will definitely put it back for you."

Lian Yan's face turned green. Seeing that he was eager to try to dismantle the "medical cabin", he forced a cannibal smile and tried to calmly say: "Your hand is still bleeding, why don't you treat it first."

Song Yuhe was also afraid of pain, looked at his hand that was still bleeding, and nodded: "Thank you, do I need to pay you?"

The corners of Lian Yan's lips twitched: "No, absolutely."

Song Yuhe changed his wet clothes, and was led by Lian Yan to sit in the "medical cabin".

He raised his hand, looking around to find a place to put it, when suddenly there was a weak vibration under his waist, and the seat was slowly lowered, keeping him in a half-lying position.

The bionic man didn't know if the neural network in his head was broken. He always felt that someone was going to assassinate Song Yuhe, and he was very irritable: "This is definitely not a medical cabin. He wants to kill you, so I have to kill him..."

As soon as the words fell, Lian Yan didn't know what button he pressed, Song Yuhe felt his feet flutter for a while, his head tilted slightly, and he closed his eyes.

The glass door of the "Medical Cabin" slowly closed, and two lines of words appeared on it.

"Game in progress..."

"Connecting to the star network live broadcast..."

After three seconds.

"Entered the game "Heart""

"Completed the star network live broadcast"

"Have a nice game"

***

Song Yuhe only felt top-heavy for a while, as if his consciousness had been stripped and then fell back into his body heavily, like countless invisible hands intertwined inside and outside his body.

Soon, he opened his eyes again, but he was no longer inside that strange egg.

"Hane River..."

"Song Yuhe!"

The voice of the bionic person came from his ear, and Song Yuhe rubbed his eyes and sat up. He didn't realize that he had changed land. The first thing he did was to look at his injured hand, and found that the ugly wound on his palm had been turned upside down. Smooth as ever.

"Good!" Song Yuhe said happily, "This is a real medical cabin, my hand is healed!"

Bionic Man: "..."

The bionic man couldn't say a word: "Xiao, you look around before you talk."

Song Yuhe let out a "huh" and obediently raised his head to look around.

This place seems to be a manor, the surroundings are exquisitely furnished, and the owner of the residence is either rich or expensive, and the paintings on the walls are all masterpieces that cannot be bought outside.

The wind and snow were whistling outside the window, and the fireplace beside it was blazing fiercely, illuminating the blanket on the ground in a warm yellow.

Song Yuhe stared around in confusion, raised his hand again, and looked again and again: "My hand is indeed healed."

Bionic Man: "..."

If the bionic man could take human form now, he would definitely roll his eyes.

Song Yuhe has no bad intentions. He was brought up by bionics since he was a child in a sparsely populated backcountry. The most common communication on weekdays is bionic machines. He is so innocent that he is almost stupid.

A month ago, he made a crude locator out of a bunch of tattered parts he collected, and inadvertently sent the location to the nearest place where he could receive a signal.

A teacher from Furnley University happened to pass by. After receiving the signal, he tentatively landed the airship, and then took him away from the countryside where the star network was not connected.

If there were no bionics, he would have been fooled to death by himself.

The model of the bionic man is the earliest A0GE57, and Song Yuhe has been chasing after him since he was a child and calling "57".

57 is probably also used to taking care of him as a cub. Song Yuhe was so stupid that he didn't get angry, and said patiently: "There is obviously something wrong with that 'medical cabin', maybe it's a teleportation device, you'd better be careful."

Song Yuhe obediently said "Oh" twice, and looked around.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor beside, and soon two teenagers came out of the darkness.

Seeing Song Yuhe, the slightly taller one raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "You also came to the party at the invitation of Mr.?"

Song Yuhe asked suspiciously, "Mr. Ying?"

57: "Just say yes."

Song Yuhe changed the subject and quickly said, "Oh, yes!"

The two smiled and stepped forward to introduce themselves.

"My name is Lu Gaocheng, and this is my friend Su Yu."

Song Yuhe said politely: "My name is Song..."

57: "...don't say your real name."

Song Yuhe: "Song Wuqi."

Two people: "..."

The two smiled, and they didn't ask about the pseudonym, and their attitudes were very friendly.

Song Yuhe didn't think too much, and smiled at them.

57 said vigilantly: "These two people should not be good people, I will kill them."

57 didn't know that the wire of the neural network was wrongly connected, and he was trying to kill people by opening and closing his mouth.

Song Yuhe had long been accustomed to the brutality of bionics, and sat beside the two of them, obediently.

He has been facing the paralyzed face of the bionic man since he was a child, and he can't distinguish the complicated meaning behind the human smile.

Where Song Yuhe couldn't see, Lu Gaocheng and Su Yu exchanged glances.

In the game permissions that only they can see, there is a transparent page half-hung in front of them, full of comment barrages.

In the upper left corner, there is a bold blue title.

"The Record of Heart"

There is also a small line of introduction below: [My friend's roommate doesn't know how to play holographic games, so take him to play a game. 】

The bullet screen was brushed quickly.

【Eh?Isn't it brother Lian Yan today? ? 】

【"Heart", is that what I think? 】

[A new little brother?Why do you turn your back to the camera, you want to see your face]

【The voice is so soft】

[Song Wuqi, hahahaha, this sounds like a random game ID, I'm dying of laughter, I'm so careless. 】

【exist?Brother, look at your face. 】

Song Yuhe didn't know anything about this, and looked at the surrounding layout. He was originally sitting on the sofa with his back to the camera, and he could only see his furry head and the small scratches on his neck. Because of the movement of looking around, his head finally turned. Come here and show your face.

Song Yuhe's face has always been a deadly weapon with no blade. Even the teacher at Fuenli University was willing to take him back to Capital Star when he saw him for the first time, because the face couldn't bear to let it be buried in the This backcountry face.

Finally, on the airship, the teacher discovered Song Yuhe's proficiency in bionics, so he was exceptionally hired to Fuenli University.

Beauty knows no boundaries.

Originally, the audience said "Here? Look at the face" was purely a joke, but when the face was really revealed in the camera, the barrage that could have been posted thousands of times a second stopped for three seconds, and then began to frantically.

【Ah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...】

[I always thought that my bionic man had already played with my aesthetic point of view, but I didn't expect...]

[Ah, I'm dead, I'm dead, don't save me. 】

[This person...is he a bionic person? 】

[He's so good-looking, right? 1551, I'll just call him my wife]

For a beautiful person or thing, people's first reaction is to love it. Even if that person has done the most heinous thing, there will always be some people with wrong views who think that they can be more accommodating by looking at that face.

Just showing a face, the traffic in the live broadcast room suddenly soared to a peak, and the rewards and comments continued to increase.

Lu Gaocheng and Lu Gaocheng, who originally designed Song Yuhe to make a fool of themselves, looked a little unsightly. After all, they have been playing games diligently for several years. No matter how superb the show is, they have never met so many fanatical audiences.

And this Song Yuhe only relies on one face...

If it goes on like this, I don't know who will be ashamed.

Song Yuhe didn't know that there was a group of people licking his face vigorously, and after sweeping around, they turned their heads back.

The barrage suddenly wailed, clamoring to see the pretty little brother.

It was snowing heavily outside, and it was slightly cold in the hall.

Song Yuhe dawdled for a while, but still couldn't hold back, and walked towards the fireplace with bare feet, sitting comfortably cross-legged on the blanket on the ground, watching the jumping flames, like a cat basking in the sun, eyes squinted.

He was sitting with his back facing the camera, his back was lazy, and his white shirt set off his slender waist. Just a back view made the barrage scream "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Lu Gaocheng watched coldly, and tapped the sweeping robot next to him that had stopped running.

Song Yuhe hugged his knees and leaned his snow-white toes to the fireplace, revealing his ankle with a red mole.

Even if he is in an unfamiliar place, Song Yuhe is not nervous, all he cares about is his own momentary enjoyment and satisfaction, so that when he can go out, how to go out, whether he will go out, it is not within the scope of his thinking at all .

57 called him: "Cub?"

Song Yuhe let out a comfortable "Huh?", sniffed his nose lightly, and muttered in a low voice, "Why does this blanket smell like a bionic person?"

The bionic man is made of Liuyin as a whole, and the smell is very weak. I don't know how his dog's nose smells it.

57 was about to persuade him, but saw him hum a doubtful sound with the end sound, as if he found something interesting, he bent his knees and crawled forward.

He has a slender waist and long legs. Because of his slow-moving posture, he can vaguely see half of the waistline under the white shirt, which is slightly bulging under the warm light of the fireplace, like a translucent warm jade.

It's like a well-lit painting.

Everyone's eyes followed Song Yuhe slowly forward, and for a while, no one sent a barrage.

The place Song Yuhe was going to was not far away, and it was too troublesome to stand up and then squat down, so he just knelt and climbed two steps forward, and he arrived at the side of the sweeping robot that was still spinning in place just now.

He sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at it curiously. He didn't dare to stretch out his paws to pat the iron lump that had stopped running until the robot vacuum stopped. He was probably afraid that it would spin around like a spinning top again. Withdrew his paw timidly.

After observing the "top" for a while without intending to turn it around again, he touched it twice with confidence, and was shocked by the smooth feel.

"What is this? It's so slippery." Song Yuhe said in amazement, as if stroking a small animal, "I heard in the book that some people would buy electronic pets, is this it?"

57:"……"

Lu Gaocheng and Su Yu: "..."

audience:"……"

For a moment, he was shocked by this sentence and didn't know how to react.

Song Yuhe didn't know what other people thought of him at all. After observing for a long time, he felt that this thing was probably a stool, so he tried to sit on the robot vacuum cleaner and even put his feet on it.

He was sitting comfortably when the sweeping robot that had stopped running did not know that the switch was touched, and suddenly began to rush forward.

Song Yuhe was startled, he was thrown out because of an unsteady center of gravity, and sat down on the ground.

The sweeping robot was probably set up in an area, and before it ran out of the living room, it stopped moving after a few dawdling sweeps.

The country bumpkin Song Yuhe felt the shock, and ran forward to pat him in astonishment.

"How can the stool run?"

Lu Gaocheng and Su Yu were startled by these words, and looked at each other in blank dismay. They probably didn't expect Song Yuhe's real person to be stupider than the rumors.

The two of them turned their attention to the live broadcast page in front of them at the same time.

Sure enough, the barrage was like a chameleon, moving in one direction after a while, just now it was still licking, and now it was mocking again.

[emmm, this...]

【For a while, I couldn't tell whether he was acting stupid on purpose or really stupid...】

[No way... He really doesn't even know what a sweeping robot is? 】

[prprprpr, being stupid looks good too! 】

[There should be a limit to ignorance. The star network was popularized hundreds of years ago. People who have never even connected to the Internet are no different from ancient dragons. 】

[This is... the real beautiful idiot? 】

Lu Gaocheng hooked the corners of his lips.

Sure enough, it was time to choose games related to bionic machines, and it was best to completely ruin this beautiful idiot who only grabs other people's places in the bionic machine industry.

Seeing things get worse, will those teachers at Furnley University continue to protect him blindly.