Blame him for being too pretty

After Lu Jing asked this question instinctively, he immediately regretted it.

Song Guanxing's face that was still happy just now turned pale as paper.

Lu Jing hurriedly said, "Brother, I'm sorry, I, I didn't mention this on purpose, I just..."

Maybe Song Yuhe felt too special to him, causing Lu Jing to instinctively want to lean an impossible possibility on him.

But think about it carefully, there are so many people with moles on their ankles in this world, he can't just poke Song Guanxing's scar when he sees a mole.

The carefree coquettishness on Song Guanxing's face has disappeared, and he has no expression on his face, quietly looking at the sycamore tree outside the floor-to-ceiling window, before speaking for a while.

"Speaking of which, the Fuenli Machinery Competition was on vacation for several days, and I promised him to go home, but in the end I refunded the ticket for the competition."

Song Guanxing said softly, "That's why he wanted to come to me..."

Lu Jing was so annoyed. Seeing Song Guanxing's unprecedented depression, he murmured, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Song Guanxing patted his head, forced a smile, "Xiao Zhi does have two moles on his ankles, why do you ask this?"

Lu Jing no longer dared to speculate without evidence, he shook his head: "It's nothing."

Song Guanxing didn't want to ask any more questions, so he changed the subject: "Do you want to participate in this mechanical competition?"

Lu Jing: "I will participate..."

After he finished speaking, his eyes fell on Song Yuhe who was on the paused video, his eyes dimmed, and he added: "Maybe I will participate."

Song Guanxing raised his eyebrows in surprise.

His cousin has been dragged by a group since he was a child, and all the school exams are lazy and stinky, and he still says "ah? I didn't study, and I don't know why I got the first place in the exam." It's hard to be beaten.

Originally thought that he was confident about the mechanical competition, but he didn't expect to hesitate now.

Song Guanxing became interested and asked, "What's the matter? Before you came to Fuenli, you told me that you would win the first prize in the mechanical competition. Why are you not confident now?"

Lu Jing clicked on the video sullenly, continued to watch Song Yuhe repairing the Liuyin stabilizer, and said, "Do you think that a person who can repair all the Liuyin stabilizers participated in the mechanical competition, and the others have a chance of winning?"

Song Guanxing said indifferently: "The mechanical competition is not compared to repairing the stabilizer, but to the bionics made by each individual. You have dealt with bionics since you were young, are you afraid of this?"

Lu Jing's mind was full of the mole on Song Yuhe's ankle, and he didn't have the mind to think about other things at all. He responded vaguely, very perfunctorily.

"No." Lu Jing thought, "I have to find a chance to see his left ankle."

Moles on ankles are very common, but moles on both ankles are rare.

Lu Jing didn't give up, he decided to trust his intuition.

Song Guanxing also knew Lu Jing's lazy temper, so he didn't persuade him much. Anyway, Lu Jing had as many special bionics as he wanted, and there was no shortage of them.

Miraculously, Song Guanxing thought of the child who was obediently looking at him with a rose in his arms.

If his younger brother hadn't had the accident that year, he would probably be about the same age as him now.

She is cute and pretty.

***

The well-behaved and beautiful Song Yuhe took a bite of the rose, tilted his head to taste the taste, and felt that it was a bit bitter and not very palatable.

The rose cake in the dream seems to be made of roses, is it as bitter as this one?

He was thinking wildly in his mind, Bo Qiao raised his hand and knocked on the table, and said calmly: "Look at this."

Song Yuhe quickly came back to his senses, obediently moved the chair forward, lay down on the table and looked over carefully.

A poster of "Mechanical Contest" popped up on Bo Qiao's brain. He raised his hand and dragged the transparent webpage to the table in front of Song Yuhe with his fingers, and clicked on "Sign Up".

"The Mechanical Contest is held every year and is jointly organized by Fu Enli and Song's Machinery Manufacturing. After successful registration, there will be half a month to assemble and design a new bionic human." Bo Qiao explained to him, "The first prize of the competition will be won It is a special bionic human provided by the Song Machinery Headquarters."

Song Yuhe stared at it blankly for a long time, then "Wow", and happily reached out to grab the transparent page, but he couldn't grab it no matter how hard he grabbed it, so he had to lie on it and read.

"If I get No.1, they can give me a special flow silver stabilizer?!"

"Correct."

Song Yuhe stretched out his finger to poke the "Sign Up" button, but he couldn't do it at all, so he could only raise his head and ask Bo Qiao: "Sir, how do you sign up?"

"ID is required."

Bo Qiao was holding his breath because of Song Guanxing's anger, and he really wanted Song Yuhe, a mechanical genius, to frustrate that Ma Baonan's spirit, and his attitude was unprecedentedly patient.

He flipped through the requirements on the poster: "...as well as manufacturing and assembling bionics, you need to go to the parts factory to select the parts yourself."

As the machinery competition approaches, the prices of parts factories will double.

in short……

"It just takes a lot of money."

Song Yuhe thought for a while, then took out the star coin cash in his backpack, and started counting there.

The money from his part-time job was saved by Bo Huacai who called Qin Xian directly, and sometimes gave him cash directly. A few days ago, Qin Xian withdrew all of it to buy him a Liuyin stabilizer today.

Now I can't buy a stabilizer, so I can only see if I can buy mechanical parts to assemble a bionic man to participate in the competition.

He counted the money seriously, when the glass door was suddenly opened, and Bo Huacai brushed his hair, and walked over with a blank expression.

"Hey, I want wine."

Bo Qiao frowned, took wine from the refrigerator next to her, and was about to hand it to her, when Qin Xian pushed open the door and walked in, wondering, "Why are you ignoring me all of a sudden?"

Bo Huacai sneered, took off her high heels and sat on the chair, said with a sneer, "Isn't Teacher Qin busy? How dare I delay you?"

Bo Qiao put the wine on the table silently, and sat back beside Song Yuhe, intending to watch his own sister's idol drama up close.

"I really had something to do yesterday." Qin Xian explained to her, "Yuhe's ID suddenly came down, and I was in a hurry to get it for him."

Bo Huacai: "Oh!"

Bo Qiao thought to himself, so the two of them failed yesterday.

What a man of steel.

After the straight man of steel finished speaking, he saw Song Yuhe tapping the cash with his little hands.

He hurriedly took out the ID card in his pocket: "Hey baby, the ID is finally available, you can buy an optical brain and bind it to use it."

Song Yuhe counted the money, frowned and thought about it: "I want to save money to participate in the mechanical competition, so I don't want to buy an optical brain first."

Anyway, he usually doesn't need it.

"Mechanical Contest?" Qin Xian looked at the poster of "Mechanical Contest" on the table, "Why do you participate in this? It's too expensive."

Only people with good family background and no shortage of money will participate in this kind of competition.

Song Yuhe explained to him: "They said that the 57's stabilizer is specially made and not for sale. Only those who participate in this competition and get No.1 can have it."

Qin Xian frowned.

specially made?

The price of a special bionic human ten years ago should not be low.

Qin Xian always felt that Song Yuhe didn't look like a child raised in a remote village, and the planet didn't even have a star network, so how did his bionic man come about?

As he pondered, Bo Huacai had already taken out an optical computer from the counter and handed it to Song Yuhe: "This is my last optical computer. If you don't mind it, you can use it first."

Song Yuhe was about to refuse, when Bo Huacai came over and bound him with his ID card.

Seeing his ID photo and ID appearing on the light brain, Song Yuhe thought it was fun, so he thanked him for taking it.

Qin stayed in the store for a while, and took Song Yuhe to the research institute. It is said that a bionic person with a system disorder has a tendency to self-destruct, and plans to study it.

Song Yuhe hugged the rose, and followed obediently.

As soon as the two left, Bo Qiao frowned and asked Bo Huacai, "Do you remember the number of the first bionic person I bought back then?"

"Then who remembers?" Bo Huacai was still staring at Qin Xian's back through the glass, biting the ice cubes in the wine, creaking and answering casually, "Where's your receipt for buying the android?"

"Put it on the android."

Bo Huacai shrugged: "There is no other way."

Bo Qiao frowned, thinking too much, he doubted more and more whether the bionic number in his memory was the one Song Yuhe said.

He thought about it for a long time, and vaguely remembered what the company that made bionic humans seemed to be called, but it had gone bankrupt a few years ago and was annexed by the Song Corporation.

If you want to know the custom serial number of the bionic man...

I have to go to Song Guanxing again.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao was expressionless, and immediately dismissed the idea.

Forget it, number love is what it is.

***

Fearless University Research Institute.

Song Yuhe stared at the bionic man locked in the explosion-proof glass cabinet, and asked the senior who recorded the data: "Has his program been checked?"

The pronunciation of "he" and "it" in Interstellar Common Language is somewhat different. When Song Yuhe called a pile of iron "he", the senior frowned, unable to understand what Song Yuhe meant.

Is it true that bionics are human beings?

No matter how human-like the bionics look, they are still just cold data and parts.

For example, no matter how hard the sweeping robot is, humans will not pity it for doing too much and let it rest.

Song Yuhe didn't wait for an answer, and looked up at him strangely: "Senior?"

The senior suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and flipped through the information in his hand: "The program has been tested, and it has been maliciously implanted with a self-destruct program."

He deliberately pronounced the sound of "it" very strongly.

Song Yuhe didn't care about his secret rivalry, and asked seriously: "Is someone going to use bionics to take revenge on society?"

The senior was amused: "You even know the word 'revenge on society'?"

In the entire research institute, everyone knows that Song Yuhe is a genius who only knows about "mechanical" and "bionic man", and he often secretly laughs secretly at all kinds of stupid questions he asks because of his ignorance of common sense.

For ordinary people, genius is both enviable and enviable.

It is precisely because of this jealousy that they seek a sense of superiority in other places.

Song Yuhe didn't hear his sarcasm, nodded: "I know."

57 talked to him when he was a child.

No one in the entire research institute has studied bionics that can explode themselves. The huge research room is full of people. Song Yuhe doesn't like the excitement, so he just looked at it and left.

He didn't want to go back to the dormitory to see Lian Yan's face again, but he had nowhere to go, so he had to go back to the dormitory with Hua in his arms.

57 was furious all the way: "When you go back, you will kill him and throw him down the stairs. Remember to lock the door this time."

Song Yuhe responded one after another, wondering if he took it to heart.

Back in 501, Song Yuhe opened the door, the bed on the left had been made neatly, and a person was sitting at the table quietly watching a video.

Hearing the sound of the door, the man turned around, but it was Lu Jing.

Song Yuhe looked at him in surprise: "Why are you here?"

"I have changed dormitories with Lian Yan." Lu Jing bit the yogurt straw and greeted him, "Did you go to the research institute to see the bionic man who was about to explode?"

"Well, I saw you."

"Self-explosion program." Lu Jing leaned back in his chair and said lazily, "I've studied bionics for so many years, but I never knew what Liuyin exploded like, tsk, I don't know who is so wicked Implanting this kind of program in it is also a waste of time."

Song Yuhe put the flowers on the table, added some water, and said casually, "It's very beautiful."

Lu Jing: "Huh?"

"Liuyin explodes very nicely." Song Yuhe repeated, as if unconsciously answering, "It's like..."

Having said that, he froze for a moment, pinching the small kettle and tilting his head.

He suddenly forgot what the Liuyin explosion looked like.

Seeing Song Yuhe start to take off his shoes thoughtfully, Lu Jing cheered up, pretended to be talking to him, and sneaked a look at Song Yuhe's left ankle.

The ankle is relatively sensitive. If a stranger looks at the ankle without saying anything, it is not too much to report a warning for sexual harassment.

Lu Jing also had this awareness, so he didn't dare to ask directly, only dared to sneak a glance.

Song Yuhe took off his shoes.

Lu Jing was ecstatic.

then……

Saw feet in bear socks.

Lu Jing: "..."

Lu Jing was expressionless: "It's a hot day, why are you still wearing socks?"

"I'm cold." Song Yuhe was in a good mood without having to spend time with Lian Yan who stole his bionic man. When Lu Jing asked him what he said, he explained seriously, "Wear socks to keep warm."

The corners of Lu Jing's lips twitched, and soon he lifted his spirits, and said, "Hey, you smell like silver all over your body, go take a bath, brother will take you out to eat delicious food."

Lu Jing would always take him to eat delicious food, but Song Yuhe didn't have any desire for food, so he said slowly, "But I don't want to go out."

Lu Jing rubbed him: "Then you have to take a bath, can't you smell that smell?"

Song Yuhe was poking at the optical brain fumblingly, and Bo Huacai cleared all the historical records of the optical brain, leaving only the communication IDs of her, Bao Qiao, and Qin Xian. He accidentally clicked on something, and a strange screen popped up.

Song Yuhe didn't care, raised his hand and sniffed left and right, and it really smelled bad, so he had no choice but to take out his pajamas from the cabinet, took his socks, and obediently went to the bathroom.

Lu Jing: "..."

So what, you don't take off your socks in the room?

Lu Jing was very disappointed, and seemed to want to rush forward to take off his socks.

Song Yuhe went into the bathroom, closed the door behind him, first put the bionic man on the table where he could see it at a glance, thought for a while, and put the optical brain on it.

He took off his socks, took off his coat, and began to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Unbeknownst to him, Guangnao is trying to make a video call with the person whose ID is "Bo Sanqiao".

At Griffin University, Bo Qiao, who was drinking coffee and eating melons in the indulging atrium, looked at the communication ID without a note, thinking it was a staff member who bought a research institute for him, so he clicked on it.

There was a sound of water, and a cocked head appeared on the screen, and it looked like it was still in the bathroom.

Bo Qiao: "????"

Bo Qiao almost thought that he had clicked on some weird website by mistake, and was about to close it at the speed of light, when a familiar voice came from his ear.

Song Yuhe is singing.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao's face turned green.

The light brain was placed a little high, at the same level as the eyes. After Song Yuhe brushed his teeth and raised his head, he directly gave Bo Qiao a face-smacking camera beautification crit.

——He didn't even realize that he turned on the video and was about to unbutton his clothes and take a shower.

Bo Qiao was almost pissed off by Song Yuhe's rough nerves, and was about to scold him, but his eyes fell on a strange place in the camera.

The optical brain was placed at an angle, and it was shot down from a high place, just in time to shoot the door of the bathroom.

At the bottom of the bathroom door was a shutter-type vent, and something resembling a camera was quietly glowing red.

Bo Qiao got angry immediately, and said sharply, "Song Yuhe!!!"

Song Yuhe, who was earnestly unbuttoning his shirt, was startled by the sudden voice, and looked around in bewilderment: "Who?!"

Lu Jing, who was lying on the ground and could see the position of his ankle through the vent, was also startled by the sound, hurriedly put away his optical brain, and slipped away on tiptoe.

Song Yuhe was so frightened that his hair exploded, he opened the door in a daze, poked his head out and asked Lu Jing, "Did you call me?"

Lu Jing felt very guilty, and said awkwardly, "No, no."

Song Yuhe returned to the bathroom suspiciously, looked left and right, and found Bao Qiao's face on the optical brain.

He let out an "ah", held up the optical brain and looked around: "Sir? How do you call me?"

Bo Qiao's face was gloomy: "You wait there, don't take a bath."

Song Yuhe was full of doubts, but he rarely questioned others, so he nodded: "Okay."

Bo Qiao hung up the communication with a sullen face, and rushed to Fu'enli without stopping.

As a teacher of the people and a domineering president, Bo Qiao has no tolerance for such beasts and scum!

In room 501, Song Yuhe was really obedient, with some toothpaste on his lips, he sat obediently on the bed and waited for Bao Qiao to come.

Lu Jing on the opposite side was full of pain: "My boy, why are you putting on your socks again?"

Lu Jing didn't have a perverted habit of peeking at people taking a bath. He just wanted to see Song Yuhe's ankles while brushing his teeth and washing his face, but he was forcibly interrupted before he could see his toes with the help of the optical brain camera.

Song Yuhe still said the same thing: "I'm cold."

He is indeed very cold, even in summer, his feet are icy cold.

Lu Jing sighed and thought, "Why don't I ask him directly, it's okay to look at his ankles, what's the point of making such a detour? It's okay not to ask directly, anyway, since we live together now, he always has a chance to show his ankles. "

He was thinking wildly, when the door of the room was suddenly pushed open heavily, and Bo Qiao walked in with a cold expression, his eyes fixed on the "obscene beast" Lu Jing.

Song Yuhe hurriedly stood up: "Sir."

Bo Qiao stepped forward quickly, and stretched out his hand towards Lu Jing: "Brain, give it to me."

Lu Jing was taken aback by his momentum, frowned and said, "You are?"

Bo Qiao said with a sullen face, "Give me the video you took just now."

Lu Jing was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He stood up awkwardly: "Just now... I, I didn't."

"Nothing?!" Bo Qiao sternly said, "If I hadn't found out, would you have planned to secretly take pictures of others?"

Lu Jing: "..."

Lu Jing was stunned by this scapegoat: "I, I really didn't."

He didn't know how to defend himself, so he could only say "no" aggrieved.

It was the first time Lu Jing had suffered such unfair injustice since he was a child, and his plain face turned red.

Seeing Bo Qiao reluctantly looking at the suspect, Lu Jing took a deep breath and thought, "Forget it, just ask."

Lu Jing was thinking this way, and was about to speak when someone knocked twice on the door beside him, and then poked out a head.

It's Song Guanxing.

"Xiao Jing, why did you move here..." Before Song Guanxing finished speaking, he met six eyes staring straight at him.

Song Guanxing: "..."

Seeing Bo Qiao, Song Guanxing's quarrelsome heart was about to move again, he opened the door with a smile and walked in: "Oh, it's so lively, what are you talking about, count me in."

Lu Jing choked back the words "I just want to see if there is a mole on his ankle", and almost choked himself to death.

Lu Jing even felt that he who was always staring at Song Yuhe's ankle seemed to be possessed by a ghost.

Back then, the terrorists who hijacked the airship took revenge on the society, and fell into space with a section of the airship cabin, leaving no bones left.

After so many years, if he suddenly pointed at a living person and said that he might be Xiao Zhi, no matter how good-tempered Song Guanxing was, he would have to beat him up.

and……

After a while, it will be the anniversary of the child's death.

At this time of year, Song Guanxing would become extraordinarily silent.

Lu Jing didn't want to give him unfounded hopes, otherwise his hopes would fail, which would make him even more desperate, so he could only hold his breath and dare not bring up the matter of his ankle.

Seeing that Lu Jing still knew Song Guanxing, Bo Qiao sneered and said, "It really means that the whole family doesn't come into the house."

Seeing that something seemed wrong, Song Guanxing asked strangely, "What's going on?"

Lu Jing turned on the optical computer silently, and zoomed in on the video library for them to see.

It was full of recorded videos of Song Yuhe playing "Heart", and there were no obscene videos.

Bo Qiao frowned, he was not mistaken.

But when Song Yuhe tiptoed to watch the video with his cover, Bo Qiao turned pale, coughed dryly, and said sullenly, "Don't do this kind of thing again in the future."

Lu Jing was so aggrieved that he almost spit out his breath, but with Song Guanxing around, he couldn't say anything more, so he could only swallow it silently.

"Ah."

Song Guanxing and Song Yuhe looked confused, and said in unison: "What are you doing?"

Bo Qiao didn't want to say more, she turned her head to Song Yuhe and said, "Pack up your things."

Song Yuhe said in confusion, "Huh?"

Bo Qiao looked at Lu Jing and Song Guanxing coldly: "Go live at my place."

Song Yuhe was at peace with the situation, anyway, he could live anywhere, so he didn't ask any more questions, and obediently went to pack his things.

Lu Jing frowned: "He...he is a boarding student, how can he go out and live?"

Bo Qiao looked at him with a half-smile, "Don't you know the reason?" was written all over his face.

Song Guanxing was still looking at Song Yuhe subconsciously, and forgot to help his cousin fight for a while.

Knowing that Song Guanxing and Lu Jing knew each other, Bo Qiao, who had been bullied for so many years, even if he said he won a teenage child, gave him the joy of winning back for the first time.

Song Yuhe didn't have many things, so he packed them up and put them in his schoolbag before they disappeared.

Bo Qiao cast a mocking look at Lu Jing, and walked away holding Song Yuhe's rose.

After the two left, Song Guanxing turned his gaze back and frowned at Lu Jing: "What's the matter? Did you take pictures of others?"

"Woo." Gao Leng's laziness and demeanor collapsed completely, he lay on the bed, buried his face in the pillow, with a look of hopelessness, and a muffled voice came, "Let me die... ..."

Song Guanxing sat on the bed and patted him: "You and brother, tell the truth, why did Bo Qiao check your optical brain just now, that kid still has toothpaste foam on his mouth, you really wouldn't be caught taking pictures of him while he was taking a bath right?"

Lu Jing kicked his legs straight: "Just treat me as a pervert!"

Song Yuhe must have regarded him as a pervert too.

Thinking of this, Lu Jing's face was full of despair, and he wanted to rush downstairs to explain.

But looking at the way that man looked at him, I'm afraid he won't let him approach Song Yuhe again.

What to do? What to do?

Lu Jing was suffering, when a thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

No, they are the same counselor, the class is sometimes repeated, and they are still in the same research institute, so there are many opportunities to explain.

Thinking of this, Lu Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Guanxing took a deep breath, and looked at his well-behaved cousin in disbelief: "You...you you..."

Lu Jing's face was so dead that he was not afraid of boiling water, so he was numb.

Just when Song Guanxing was about to scold him, the optical brain on his wrist sent a regular alarm every six hours.

"You wait for me." Song Guanxing pointed at him and rolled his eyes angrily. While talking about the family's misfortune, he opened a communication with the note "Rose Beauty".

Soon, the opposite side is connected.

"Shut up."

"Mom." Song Guanxing's voice, which was still cursing just now, suddenly softened eight tunes, "How are you feeling today? Are the roses at home in bloom?"

The rose beauty smiled softly: "I'm in a good mood, the rose is blooming."

Song Guanxing said with a smile: "When I go back, I will find you another mutated rose."

"Okay."

Seeing Song Guanxing carefully coaxing his mother to be happy, Lu Jing patted his face on the pillow again sadly.

***

After Bo Qiao took Song Yuhe out of Fu'enli, his impulse subsided and he immediately regretted it.

He, he, he... How did he bring Song Yuhe to his residence? !

Obviously, I just want to go and escort the person who took the sneak shot to the police station. Why did the matter develop to this point?

He was very annoyed, but Song Yuhe didn't know anything about it. With his schoolbag on his back, he hopped and asked Bo Qiao: "Sir, how long can I stay with you? I want to pay you for the room... huh? The rent?"

"No need." Bo Qiao gritted his steel teeth to pieces, and forcefully squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

Song Yuhe was polite to him: "Will it bother you?"

Bo Qiao thought I'd forget if you bothered me to death.

But Bo Qiao is a mature and stable adult, now that the matter has been settled, he didn't do anything to contradict his promise because of his awkwardness, so he brought Song Yuhe home and gave him the second bedroom.

Song Yuhe couldn't be happier.

Bo Qiao made an agreement with him for three chapters.

Androids cannot be taken home.

Androids cannot be taken home.

Androids cannot be taken home.

Song Yuhe thought he was so delicate, but since he lived in someone else's house, he had no reason to pick and choose, so he nodded in agreement.

Only then did Bo Qiao heave a sigh of relief, and added: "After returning from the research institute, I have to take a bath after smelling of silver."

"Ok!"

Bo Qiao thought about it, and he was most picky about bionics, and he didn't have too many requirements for others.

"By the way." Bo Qiao put the rose down, and turned to ask him, "Do you still remember what your bionic man looked like?"

"Remember!"

How could Song Yuhe forget 57's appearance, immediately took out the paper from his school bag, and stamped facial features on the paper in a decent way, it seemed that he wanted to draw a portrait.

Bo Qiao thought to himself that the posture of the painting is quite similar to that.

He looked over expectantly.

3 minute later.

Bo Qiao looked at the black lines of those ghostly drawn symbols, and said expressionlessly: "Are you drawing the internal parts circuit of the bionic human?"

Song Yuhe: "..."

Song Yuhe said dryly, "57 just...just looks like this."

Bo Qiao always heard those students say that Song Yuhe was a beautiful idiot. At first he didn't understand whether it was a compliment or a curse, until now...

Bo Qiao resisted, and scolded him in a low voice: "Idiot."

Song Yuhe was stunned for a moment, hearing that it was a curse word, he carefully held the painting in his arms to prevent him from looking at it, and murmured: "Yes, I'm sorry."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao was really convinced, and sat on a chair beside him, for the first time, he was curious about him.

"Where did you grow up?"

"Mo Fenfen."

A question mark popped up in Bo Qiao's mind. He turned on his optical brain and searched the galaxy map for a long time before he found this "Mofenfen" on the most remote planet in Fuenli.

There is a mobile wormhole in the star field there, and it is difficult for the star network to cover it, no wonder it looks like it has never seen anything.

"Where are your parents?"

Song Yuhe shook the bionic man in his hand: "Here - they are all 57."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao felt that she was the fool who wanted to have a serious chat with him.

He rubbed the center of his eyebrows and said with a complicated expression, "I mean the biological parents."

Song Yuhe put his hand down and shook his head in confusion: "I don't know...I don't remember."

"Don't remember?" Bo Qiao was puzzled, "Is it because I was too young to remember at that time or my brain..."

Cough, there is a problem.

Song Yuhe rubbed his head: "I seem to have hit it? I don't remember anything."

Bo Qiao University majored in medicine, and knew a little bit about medical treatment. Seeing his appearance, he must have suffered a brain injury. A normal person would not be able to behave like this.

He is obedient and crazy, with a bit of innocent innocence.

"That bionic man..." Bo Qiao tentatively asked again, "Are you really remembering his number correctly?"

"No." Song Yuhe shook his head resolutely, "I have read the number 57 countless times in those ten years."

Bo Qiao was taken aback for a moment, for some reason this sentence felt inexplicably sad.

As Song Yuhe said, he lowered his head sadly: "I... recently I dreamed of some scenes. In a big rose garden, that person said he wanted to make rose cake for me, and he also wanted to see my brother. .”

Bo Qiao frowned.

rose cake?elder brother?

"Do you know who that person is?"

Song Yuhe: "It seems to be..."

As he spoke, his brows became more and more frowned, and his face was soon covered in cold sweat, and he held his head in his arms after a while, looking a little painful.

Bo Qiao was frightened, and quickly supported him, patted his back lightly to comfort him: "It's okay, if you can't think about it, don't think about it."

Song Yuhe gasped for breath, and it took him a long time to recover.

Bo Qiao didn't dare to ask him anything else.

Originally taking Song Yuhe over, Bo Qiao also wanted to figure out why the bionic man suspected of being himself was in the hands of a child, but seeing Song Yuhe mentioning the previous incident gave him a headache, so he had to stop talking about it for the time being.

For things like amnesia, you still have to go to a regular hospital.

Song Yuhe's recovery ability is very strong, 57 comforted him a few words, and he jumped up and down immediately.

In the evening, when Bo Qiao went to class, Song Yuhe heard that the research institute was going to stop the program by the bionic man who blew up the program, so he also rushed over.

Bo Qiao's residence is very close to the two universities, and Song Yuhe is only a 10-minute walk away, but before he entered the research institute, he saw that today's Fu Enli University is crowded with people, which seems to be more lively than yesterday's Valentine's Day.

Song Yuhe was not interested in the excitement, he just wanted to dismantle the bionic man, pushed through the crowd and went to the research institute, he heard a couple of ears on the way, as if a star was coming to Fuenli to film a movie.

star?

Song Yuhe was very curious about the search system of Optical Brain, so he just took this opportunity to click on the search bar, and tried to enter the word [star].

The optical brain has probably been used for a long time, and after searching, it flashed twice before it was displayed.

"star

Gender: All.Male.Female

Region: Furnli. Nanhuai Star. The Ninth Line. More"

The top traffic stars recommended by the first row:

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Name: Mr. Joe

Song Yuhe: "???"

Song Yuhe was stunned for a long time, and immediately patted the bionic man, shouting: "57! 57, look, Mr. Qiao is not, he is not from another world, he is in this world!"

57:"???"

Song Yuhe seemed to have discovered a new continent, and was amazed all the way to the research room.

"It seems that the 'medical cabin' is not something that leads to another world. I'll go back and ask the sir."

The bionic man in the research room is already in standby mode, lying on the operating table with eyes closed, the "heart" shell on the chest has been opened, and the Liuyin stabilizer is vaguely running.

According to his seniority, it wasn't Song Yuhe's turn to dismantle it. There were two circles around the console, so he could only hold the rose pendant hanging on the computer and tiptoe to look inside.

The self-destruction of this special bionic person should not be a virus program of the neural network, but rather some strange driving parts implanted.

Song Yuhe watched on tiptoe, while Lu Jing's voice came from the side.

"Tsk, with so many people around, aren't you afraid that this bionic man will suddenly explode?"

Song Yuhe answered him: "They put the bionic man on standby, and no program will activate it."

Lu Jing raised his eyebrows: "What if the part inside will force the program to explode if it is touched?"

Song Yuhe thought about it seriously: "It seems to be right."

Seeing that Song Yuhe talked to him without any repulsion, Lu Jing was secretly happy, and he planned to explain the filming to him after making a fuss.

"Yuhe, where do you live now? Can you come back and live?"

Song Yuhe shook his head: "Sir let me live there."

Lu Jing said quietly, "But it should be more convenient at school."

Song Yuhe thought about it seriously.

Lu Jing saw that there was something going on, so he quickly took the opportunity to say, "Let me explain to you about today's matter."

Song Yuhe: "What's the matter?"

Just as Lu Jing was about to explain the explanation he had been brewing for a long time, there was a sudden commotion in the research room.

Someone said: "It self-detonation program started?!"

"! What did you encounter?!"

"It didn't touch anything! It suddenly..."

Qin was watching not far away, and said calmly when he saw the situation: "First open the explosion-proof glass cabinet of the bionic man, don't let it..."

Before he finished speaking, the bionic man on standby suddenly jumped up from the console, and even rushed out of the crowd.

Song Yuhe reacted quickly. When no one in the research room was catching up with the bionic man who was about to explode, he broke free from Lu Jing's hand, and hurried forward.

As soon as the bionic man walked to the corridor of the research room, he was directly restrained by him two or three times.

Song Yuhe's movements were smooth and smooth, with a chic and neat posture. When the security personnel from the research institute arrived, he was already kneeling on the ground with one knee, and the other knee was pressed against the bionic man's waist and abdomen, firmly restraining the bionic man's expressionless struggle An act of wanting to escape.

The security guards turned pale with fright. There were a large number of students gathered outside because of the star. If this bionic man was allowed to go out and blow himself up successfully, the consequences would be disastrous.

The dean rushed over immediately, and ordered coldly after seeing the situation: "Destroy it."

Song Yuhe tightly controlled the struggling hand of the bionic man, and the other free hand cleanly removed the shell of the head, and as expected, he found a blood-red button on the parts of the neural network.

He instinctively reached out to pull that button off, as long as this was disassembled, the bionic man would not seek his own death and activate some kind of self-explosion system.

But Song Yu