Blame him for being too pretty

mole?

Song Yuhe tugged at the bear ears on his little bear's socks.

He always thought that the red spot on his ankle was a mole, but today the doctor said it was a silver splash, so he was not so sure.

【ID549141: What color】

Lu Jing was also confused. Aren't moles usually black? Could there be other colors?

[Mirror: Black...color? 】

【ID549141: Then I don't have it】

Lu Jing was dazed for a while, then hurried back.

[Mirror: Then what color do you have? 】

【ID549141: Red】

Lu Jing frowned at this [red], hesitated for a long time, and then carefully typed a line.

[Mirror: Then...cough, can you take a photo for me? 】

[ID549141: OK]

After Song Yuhe returned, he began to explore the function of taking pictures.

But Bo Huacai's previous optical brain was eliminated because the program was too slow to respond. Song Yuhe poked the picture that seemed to be a camera for a long time, but there was no response.

【ID549141: Wait】

After Song Yuhe finished posting, he pulled his fluffy slippers and ran out of the room.

Bo Qiao's room was next to him, Song Yuhe ran to the door lightly, followed the gap to see that the light in the room was still on, raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.

"Sir? Sir."

Soon, an impatient voice came from inside: "What's the matter?"

Song Yuhe opened the door, poked his head in, and said in a low voice, "Sir, may I ask, where is the photo-taking function of the optical brain?"

Bo Qiao was sitting in front of the table and was reading the documents with his eyes on. The translucent screen in front of him was full of densely packed words. He sighed silently when he heard the words, made a mark where he saw it, and gestured towards Song Yuhe. Let's do it.

Song Yuhe hurriedly ran over.

Bo Qiao took his optical computer and began to find the function of taking pictures for him.

Song Yuhe stood beside him, looking down at Bo Qiao's slender five fingers smoothly pointing back and forth on the translucent page, and his eyes fell on Bo Qiao's face again.

Because of Bao Qiao's head down posture, from Song Yuhe's angle, he could see the indifferent and stern eyebrows under the glasses.

Song Yuhe hadn't seen many people since he was a child. Every time the impoverished people in Mofenfen saw tattered bionics, they would throw objects at them with disgust and tell them to go away.

Song Yuhe was always smashed, and his whole body hurt, even if the bionics protected him, he would cry in pain.

It is precisely because he has received too little kindness since he was a child, Song Yuhe attaches great importance to every bit of unreasonable kindness.

——Even if this person has plans for him, he only feels happy.

At this moment, Song Yuhe reacted abruptly.

It turned out that he had already lived with a man he didn't know very well.

——The term "cohabitation" was something he heard someone say during the Qixi Festival.

Song Yuhe was just thinking about it, when Bo Qiao raised his lowered eyes slowly, and gave him a cold look.

"Do you understand?"

Song Yuhe was shocked for a moment, and said obediently: "I don't understand."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao glanced at him, not as angry as before.

He has already figured out the character of this child, what to say, let's admit it, it's very serious.

Bo Qiao turned on the camera mode for him: "What do you want to shoot, I'll help you."

Song Yuhe sat on the blanket, pulled off his socks, revealing the red mole: "Slap your ankle."

Bo Qiao: "???"

Bo Qiao frowned: "Why did you shoot this all of a sudden?"

Song Yuhe would not lie, and answered truthfully: "Lu Jing wants to see it."

Bo Qiao originally wanted to take a picture of him, but when he heard this sentence, he was taken aback, and his brows frowned even tighter: "Lu Jing? Just that sneak shot...the one who lives with you?"

"Uh-huh."

"He wants you to pat your ankle?"

"Hmm."

Bo Qiao lowered his face, turned off the photo mode with a blank expression, and just happened to have a few messages from the light brain, which popped up at the top.

Lu Jing probably waited for a long time and sent it to him carefully.

[Mirror: Good boy, are you ready to shoot? 】

[Mirror: Just take a picture]

[Mirror: Yuhe, are you still there? 】

Bo Qiao put the optical brain upside down on the table, and made a crisp "click".

Song Yuhe didn't know what happened, he grabbed the edge of the sock and looked at Bo Qiao, urging him to "shoot".

Bo Qiao has been listening to Bo Huacai and Qin Xian call this child "good boy". At first, he thought this title was sticky and greasy for a boy, and it was very pretentious. After all, he was not a child of eight or nine years old.

But now, looking at his curious face, Bo Qiao rubbed between his brows with a headache.

Really like a well-behaved human cub.

Hundreds of pages of densely packed documents didn't make him feel uncomfortable, but Song Yuhe's look could make him have a splitting headache.

"Yuhe." Bo Qiao planned to reason with him, "A good boy can't just show his ankles to others."

In fact, the ankle is sensitive and considered sensitive, and it is usually only a part similar to the elbow, but Lu Jing has a criminal record, and Bao Qiao just read those few messages, and has already begun to imitate the wretched Lu Jing. In front of the light brain, Sihashiha was waiting to see the picture of the beautiful ankle of the boy.

Song Yuhe seemed to understand but half understood: "Oh."

Bo Qiao picked up the optical brain and manipulated something before returning it to him, and said, "If this person asks you for a photo again, no matter which part is taken, you will block him."

Song Yuhe took it and said obediently, "Okay."

Bo Qiao was very satisfied with his well-behaved, and said, "Go to bed."

Song Yuhe nodded, got up and left.

Lu Jing was terribly anxious, but he didn't dare to rush too fast, as if he was an old crook who wanted to prpr someone's ankle.

He kicked his legs anxiously in the dormitory for a long time before waiting for Song Yuhe's news.

With a beep, Lu Jing jumped up from the bed, rushed to the optical brain in a hurry, and clicked on the new news.

[If you do this again, I will call the police: I can't take pictures of you]

Lu Jing: "???"

Lu Jing saw that the nickname from the default identity ID [ID549141] changed to [I will call the police if you do this again], and replied the message with a confused face.

[Mirror: Yuhe, what is your ID? 】

[If you do this again, I will call the police: What ID? 】

Lu Lens was in extreme pain, so he had no choice but to ignore this, and asked again: [Why can't you shoot? 】

[If you do this again, I will call the police: Mr. said that you can't just show people's ankles]

Lu Jing: "..."

Lu Jing looked at Song Yuhe's reply with a mask of pain on his face, wondering if I was talking to a child with a strict tutor?

But soon, he held his head with difficulty, thinking tremblingly.

Song Yuhe... seems to be the mind of a child.

【I'll call the police if you do this again: I'm going to bed, are you okay?】

Lu Jing Xianyu lay paralyzed on the bed, poking the screen numbly.

【Mirror: Are you going to the research institute tomorrow? It seems that the participating students of Nanhuai University are coming and they are going to visit the research institute】

[If you do this again, I will call the police: go]

[Mirror: ... go to sleep. 】

Seeing that there was no response from there, Lu Jing lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a long time, before reacting quickly.

No, why should you be disappointed because you can't see the photo? Didn't Song Yuhe already say that he has a mole on his ankle?

The red mole may be a common mole variation, right?

Thinking of this, Lu Jing cheered up again as if he had been pumped, and turned on his optical brain to search the star network.

Type "Can a normal mole turn into a red mole?"

"It used to be a black mole, but now it's a red mole"

"Mole red mole"

Soon, there will be a bunch of answers below.

"The red mole is due to the proliferation of blood vessels, which is related to metabolism."

"There are also cases where black moles turn into red moles. It is a mutation disease. For details, you can go to the hospital for consultation."

"The mole turned red, it may be a terminal illness like Hera syndrome, it is recommended to prepare for the funeral"

Lu Jing: "..."

Even terminal illnesses have come out, it seems that the search is not reliable at all.

Lu Jing lay back again, feeling that he was just looking for trouble for nothing, wouldn't it be good to continue to be his own god of salty fish?

Is it not good? !

He asked himself, closed his eyes gently, and recalled Song Guanxing's expression when he mentioned Song Liuzhi.

Xianyu turned around again, vowing to seize this opportunity to track down to the end.

Song Yuhe didn't know that Lu Jing was still thinking about his ankle, he lay on the bed and looked at the reflection of the tree outside the window on the ceiling.

He slept very comfortably here yesterday, but today he couldn't sleep no matter what.

Song Yuhe caressed the bionic man, curled his body into a small ball, and shouted in a daze, "57."

57: "Huh? What's the matter, can't sleep?"

"Hmm." Song Yuhe said blankly, "Today's bionic man...is he being manipulated?"

57 smiled and said, "Which bionic person has not been manipulated by human programs?"

Song Yuhe said, "What about you?"

57 was taken aback.

"When I was studying your program code when I was a child, I saw a picture in it." Song Yuhe closed his eyes and said softly, "I saw that you were obviously in standby mode, but when I was from high to high, I saw a picture in it." When I fell from a high place, you still forcibly activated the program and caught me together with the group of bionics."

57 fell silent.

"Were you manipulated at that time?"

57 was silent for a long time, so long that Song Yuhe thought he couldn't hear an answer, so he opened his mouth: "The specially customized bionics always have some special functions, such as being able to protect human beings in times of danger."

Song Yuhe opened his eyes and sat up abruptly, unwilling to believe the answer: "I don't believe it."

He has always believed that bionics have the ability to move independently, but because they are trapped in a densely packed program that seems to be a net, they will be driven by humans.

57 laughed and said, "Yuhe, the bionic is just a humanoid machine composed of a bunch of parts, no matter how human it is, it will never become a human being."

Song Yuhe lay back under the quilt in a muffled voice, muttering softly, "I don't believe it."

57 asked him back: "Today, that bionic almost injured you, do you still believe that all bionics are good?"

If 57 had asked this question before, Song Yuhe would definitely have said "yes", but before he could say that, he recalled Bo Qiao's pale face when he was splashed by flowing silver. I can't say it.

Song Yuhe's world is very simple, with good and bad.

He trusts androids and ignores humans.

Today, it was the bionics who put him in danger, and humans saved him.

Song Yuhe covered his head and said sullenly, "I don't know, I have a headache."

57 sighed and said, "Sleep."

Song Yuhe whispered, "You give me a hug."

He would say this sentence every day before falling asleep, and 57 was used to it.

He waited patiently, and after a while Song Yuhe fell into a deep sleep.

There were still tree shadows blown by the night wind on the ceiling, back and forth, like monsters with claws and claws, covering the wide bed, as if they wanted to drag him into the deep mud.

***

Song Yuhe had a nightmare all night, so that when he woke up in the morning, his whole body was limp, as if he was exhausted from running all night.

He didn't draw the curtains last night, and was awakened by the sun this morning. The smell of breakfast came from outside, and Song Yuhe walked out sleepily with his slippers on.

Bo Qiao was drinking coffee while watching the news on his brain, and was taken aback when he heard the door was opened, and later realized that he was going to live alone in his house.

Bo Qiao put on the glasses and said calmly, "What do you want to eat?"

Song Yuhe: "Anything is fine."

He is not picky about what he eats, as long as he can fill his stomach.

Bo Qiao pushed the sandwich that he hadn't moved his chopsticks over, and continued to watch the news.

Because of the ubiquitous #乔先生早早.jpg# on the Starnet, Bo Qiao hasn’t been on the normal internet for a long time, and even the Starnet is opened in [Youth Mode], filtering out a bunch of strange things, and can only watch regular ones news.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Song Yuhe regained his senses, looked at Bo Qiao's right hand hanging aside, guilt struck again, and he began to show his loyalty again, saying that he could do anything.

Bo Qiao responded perfunctorily a few times.

In the entertainment news section recommended next to the news, there is a [Actor Shenglin Appears in Furnley University Filming After Coming Out of the Closet]. Unable to watch.

Bo Qiao endured and endured, but he still didn't turn off the youth mode. He thought about the progress of his full class and research room today, and he probably didn't have any extra time to line up for a team to sign something in the next half month.

After Song Yuhe took a bite of the sandwich, he happily lifted it up and praised him, and after taking a bite of the sandwich, Bo Qiao looked at him for a while, and suddenly had an idea.

"Yuhe." Bo Qiao asked him reservedly like a wolf with a big tail, "Is there any class today?"

"There are classes, but I don't go to them."

Bo Qiao raised her eyebrows: "Why don't you go to class?"

Song Yuhe said truthfully: "I don't understand."

Bo Qiao: "Didn't you understand my class before?"

Song Yuhe said: "That's because the teacher taught well."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao had taught many students, but it was the first time that he was ashamed to be praised so bluntly.

He coughed dryly, thinking that the teacher of the bionic machinery class at Furnley University might not be able to teach this little mechanical genius, and he didn't force him to go to class. He coughed dryly and asked, "Do you know Sheng Lin?"

Song Yuhe shook his head.

Bo Qiao found Sheng Lin's photo, enlarged it for Song Yuhe to see: "This person."

Song Yuhezai carefully distinguished for a while, saying that he remembered, and then.

"Today he is filming at your school." Bo Qiao said, "If you see him, ask him for an autograph."

If it was someone else, Bo Qiao wouldn't ask someone to ask for an autograph for him,

After all, in the eyes of others, Bo Qiao is still a domineering president who claims to control the economic lifeline of the entire galaxy. If people know that he has the attribute of jumping up and down to eat melons, will he lose face as a domineering president?

I don't know if it's because of Song Yuhe's death habit because of Bo Qiao, or because of Song Yuhe's temperament that he has already lost his fearless image, so he just asked Song Yuhe to ask for his autograph.

He has been in charge of Pucun for so many years, and he has never used his identity to pursue stars in private, let alone asked special assistants or assistants to help him ask for autographs. He has always obtained a room full of celebrity autographs and peripherals by relying on his hardworking hands and disguise skills of masks and glasses. .

——With so many autographs around, there is only one Sheng Lin missing.

It seems that this year is expected to get signatures from all the stars in the entertainment industry.

Bo Qiao expressed his satisfaction.

Song Yuhe agreed without even thinking about it, and didn't even question why he wanted someone to sign it.

After 07:30, Bo Qiao went to Grinfen, and Song Yuhe strolled to Fuenli University with his schoolbag on his back.

It was still early, and there were relatively few people at the gate of Fuenli University. As soon as Song Yuhe walked in, he saw Lu Jing who was leaning on the railing and yawning lazily not far away.

Lu Jing is a very lazy salty fish. Unless there is something he is interested in, he won't sleep until eight o'clock and won't get up. He can't wait to weld himself on the bed.

Today is strange.

Song Yuhe walked over suspiciously: "Why are you so early today?"

Lu Jing yawned one after another, and before seeing Song Yuhe had time to get excited, he choked on one yawn, and almost dislocated his jaw.

He raised his hand and closed his chin, wiped away his tears, and said sleepily, "Good morning, let's go to the research institute together."

"Yeah." Song Yuhe nodded, "Did you not sleep well?"

Seeing that Song Yuhe was still the same as usual, not angry at the "sneaky" behavior of himself and the "old pervert" who asked for photos of his ankles, Lu Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and walked side by side with him with a lazy smile. hospital to go.

"Is that person who you are?" Lu Jing quietly probed the enemy.

Song Yuhe said: "Good man!"

Lu Jing said sourly, "Boy, you don't even know how sinister the society is now. The more refined and refined a person is, the less they are by nature. Have you ever heard of the word gentle scum?"

Song Yuhe looked at him suspiciously: "I don't remember this word being in the dictionary."

Lu Jing searched in his brain for a long time, and sent him a "Dictionary of Internet Buzzwords".

Song Yuhe put it away with a shocked expression of "gaining knowledge", and started to read it.

The corridor in the institute that was bombed yesterday has been cleaned today without leaving any traces.

Lu Jing and Song Yuhe walked in. For some reason, it seemed that people from the research institute looked at Song Yuhe very strangely today.

Of course, the way they look at Song Yuhe every day is very strange. From the beginning of "Yaoshou, the dean is really dizzy, and even disturbed a beautiful idiot who didn't even know the words to the research institute", Later, "Can he really repair the Liuyin stabilizer with his small body?".

There were disdain, disgust, jealousy, and unwillingness in those eyes, but they were not like what they are now, and they were full of things that Lu Jing couldn't understand.

It's like...unbelievable, like watching a rare animal that strayed into the downtown area.

Even if those eyes were not on him, Lu Jing felt very uncomfortable.

Song Yuhe was not affected at all, and was still reading the book seriously, as if he was looking for what "gentle beast" meant.

He reads very fast, with his finger pointing on the screen, he clicks on the next page in almost three seconds, which makes people wonder if he really read the words clearly.

Lu Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and dragged Song Yuhe, who was not looking at the road, to the research room assigned to them.

On the way, Lu Jing finally figured out how those eyes came from.

Because of what Song Yuhe said yesterday - "He is dead".

Song Yuhe's attitude towards bionics has always been talked about in the research institute. After all, in Interstellar Common Language, the difference between "he" and "it" can still be heard.

Song Yuhe always referred to the bionic person as "he", and when communicating with the bionic person, he didn't have the slightest condescension and contempt for the machine. He completely treated the bionic person as a human being.

Although Lu Jing would not regard bionics as real human beings, he has dealt with bionics since he was a child, and he has long stopped treating them as cold machines. He faintly heard the mocking voice behind him, and he frowned uncomfortably, but he couldn't say anything. What.

Forget it, Song Yuhe doesn't care, and don't cause trouble for him.

Lu Jing was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Song Yuhe who was walking in front suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Lu Jing laughed, ready to grab his braid.

Song Yuhe turned his head abruptly, and gave him a fierce look: "You...don't curse!"

Lu Jing: "..."

Lu Jing: "What?"

He took a step forward, and when he saw Song Yuhe's screen was stopped at the explanation entry of "Gentle Beast", he immediately choked.

Song Yuhe glared at him fiercely as if he was protecting his cub.

Lu Jing had no choice but to say dryly, "I'm sorry."

Song Yuhe was very easy to coax, and immediately forgave him.

Lu Jing: "..."

It's so easy to coax, this kind of temper will suffer sooner or later.

While the two were talking, they turned a corner and bumped into a group of people who were not from their school.

Song Yuhe instinctively gave way to them. Lu Jing originally wanted Dao to express the way of hospitality at Furnley University, but just as he withdrew, someone from the group laughed.

The young master Lu Jing had never been laughed like that before, and immediately looked up a little unhappy, intending to see that the arrogant grandson was laughing.

Just looking up, he frowned directly.

That group of students was Nanhuai Star who came to Furnli to compete. The leader was a boy with dyed red hair and a string of mechanical earrings on his ears, which made people worry that his earlobes would be ripped off.

He was handsome and a bit ruffian, and looked at Lu Jing with a smile: "Hey, isn't this young master Lu Jing? Long time no see."

Hearing these words, Lu Jing's expression darkened instantly, and he said coldly, "Zhou Xuan, please speak humanly."

"I'm speaking human words well, don't you understand?" Zhou Zhouxuan's degree of beating was comparable to that of Song Guanxing, and the students next to him were still laughing and echoing him, which seemed even more hateful.

Lu Jing ignored him.

Zhou Xuan's family also makes mechanical bionics, but he is dominated by the Song family everywhere, and he hasn't turned over in these years.

He didn't dare to provoke Song Guanxing, but Lu Jing, whose family was not so well off, had no scruples.

Lu Jing gave him a cold look, and pulled Song Yuhe, who didn't know why, to leave.

But Zhou Xuan was not willing to let them go, and with a look, the other students blocked the entire corridor and blocked the way.

Lu Jing frowned, he really couldn't understand why Zhou Xuan was so bold, dare to be so presumptuous in someone else's school?

Song Yuhe still didn't understand what happened, and looked curiously at the pile of earrings on Zhou Xuan's ear.

Zhou Xuan accidentally saw him, his pupils shrank slightly.

He pretended to be nonchalant and looked Song Yuhe up and down, and then said with a smile: "I heard that the young master of the Song family also goes to school in Fu'enli. Could this be Song Liuzhi..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Jing suddenly raised his head, his eyes turned hard, and he looked at Zhou Xuan almost with hatred.

Zhou Zhou raised his eyebrows: "Why, do you want to fight? Don't forget, Young Master Lu, if you fight in school, you will be disqualified from the mechanical competition."

Lu Jing was too lazy to confront them head-on, so he pulled Song Yuhe back.

After only taking two steps, something suddenly hit Lu Jing's neck unexpectedly from behind, and directly wiped a bloodstain on his snow-white neck.

Lu Jing let out a "huh" and covered his neck, his palms were covered in blood.

Zhou Xuan smiled and apologized: "Sorry, my hand slipped."

Lu Jing took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

The people behind laughed.

Lu Jing was expressionless, all he knew was to drag Song Yuhe out.

Everyone envied him for having a good cousin, saying that he was on the big ship of the Song family, and as long as he could please him, he would have a bright future in the bionic machinery industry.

But only Lu Jing knew that he could gain countless honors with the power of the Song family, but he couldn't use the Song family as a capital for domineering just because of a little personal grievance.

After all, his surname is Lu.

His surname is not Song.

The burning pain in his neck seemed to be mocking him, Lu Jing gritted his teeth, and when he was about to walk out of the corridor, his hands suddenly became empty.

Lu Jing was a little dazed, and only heard a series of hurried footsteps behind him. He just turned his head and saw the scene in front of him, his pupils narrowed slightly.

Song Yuhe, who was not even up to his nose, turned his back to Lu Jing, threw his schoolbag, and ran towards the crowd of a dozen people with a light figure. He was obviously thin, but in Lu Jing's eyes, There is a kind of momentum that one man is in charge of the other.

With Lu Jing's dazed effort, Song Yuhe rushed over like a broken bamboo, with one hand in each hand, and a series of bang bang sounds.

Just a face-to-face meeting, most of the group of five-year-old and three-year-old teenagers fell down.

Lu Jing: "???"

Lu Jing stayed where he was.

Song Yuhe captured the thief first and captured the king first, with a small face expressionless, he pressed the red-haired Zhou Xuan hard to the ground, his five fingers with distinct joints formed claws, and tightly strangled Zhou Xuan's neck.

"You!" Zhou Xuan's smiling face finally disappeared, and he said ruthlessly, "Do you want to be disqualified from the mechanical contest... Ugh!"

Song Yuhe covered his mouth, pressed down on him and looked at him condescendingly, the light shot down from the top of his head, giving his indistinguishable face an inexplicably sinister coldness.

Song Yuhe leaned down slightly, staring at Zhou Xuan's widening eyes, with a naive and cruel indifference on his face, he spoke softly, with a clean and soft voice.

"do not like you."