Blame him for being too pretty

Bo Qiao has been on the front line of eating melons all year round. Whether it is the top actor, actress, or queen, or the [-]th line of coffee, as long as there are melons, there are footprints left by his trumpet, so that he is the first to hear the names of celebrities. The response was "Is there a melon?".

However, because of the death of the #楚先生# club, Mr. Bo hasn't wandered in the melon fields for many days.

This time he fell ill, he was in a daze with fever, and in his dream, he was sitting in the endless melon field, eating here and there, he could even take a bite of raw melon eggs, and he was satisfied.

Early the next morning, the alarm bell rang.

Bo Qiao's fever had subsided, and he sat up sleepily to reach the optical brain on the bedside table.

It's just that he glanced in bewilderment, and found a figure lying motionless on the floor next to his bed, and the alarm clock of the light brain was flashing red, illuminating the dim room like a murder scene.

Bo Qiao was startled awake immediately, frightened and flicked on the light, and cautiously glanced at the ground.

It was Song Yuhe.

Only then did Bo Qiao swallow the heart that had reached his throat, and he stared at Song Yuhe who was lying on the ground sound asleep, and was about to wake him up to ask what was going on, when he suddenly saw the table next to him. There is also half a sliced ​​watermelon on top.

Bo Qiao: "???"

Song Yuhe was stabbed by the light and closed his eyes tightly, turned over laijiji, and muttered vaguely: "I have to sleep again..."

Because of the movement of his turning over, the thing he had been holding tightly in his arms was exposed.

It's a cantaloupe.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao had no memory of what happened last night, and couldn't understand why Song Yuhe was lying in his room with two melons.

The alarm bell rang there for a long time, and Bo Qiao didn't get back to press it, and finally woke up the sleepy Song Yuhe.

He rubbed his eyes and got up from the ground, saw Bo Qiao sitting on the bed looking at him with a complicated face, and muttered, "Morning, sir."

——He slept on such a hard floor all night and didn't feel back pain, which was obvious because he was used to sleeping on it.

Bo Qiao took a deep breath, turned off the alarm, and waited for a long time before asking calmly, "Why are you sleeping here?"

Still sleeping on the ground?

Song Yuhe ran all day yesterday, and in the middle of the night, Bo Qiao made a fuss to go out to buy melons. When he came back, his eyelids kept fighting, and he fell asleep after staring dazedly.

He didn't have enough sleep, he looked dazed, he yawned for a while, and then he responded with a slow "oh", and answered the question: "I'm sorry, I was too sleepy, I couldn't hold back and fell asleep. "

Bo Qiao was deeply lucky: "Then these two melons?"

Song Yuhe yawned again and again, with tears streaming down his eyelashes, he said vaguely: "Mr. said he wanted to eat melon last night, so I went to buy it."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao probably knew what kind of hypocrisy it was for her to burn out, so it was rare for her to say with a guilty conscience, "Cough, I... I'm sorry."

Song Yuhe shook his head, his body was swaying from side to side, as if he wanted to fall asleep again.

Bo Qiao looked at the time: "It's only after seven o'clock, you should go to sleep for a while."

Song Yuhe opened his eyes suddenly: "It's past seven o'clock? I...I'm going to fix something."

After speaking, he staggered up and went outside to wash up.

Bo Qiao felt very guilty, picked up the cantaloupe on the ground, and looked down at the label that hadn't been torn off.

The price is quite expensive, and the time is more than two o'clock in the morning.

Bao Qiao froze for a moment.

There is no fruit shop next to the villa where they live, and Bo Qiao usually orders daily fruit to be delivered to the door.

Bo Qiao vaguely had a bad premonition, frowned and searched for the store ID on the label, only to find that it was a fruit shop six kilometers away.

Bo Qiao: "..."

He came out of the room with a complicated face. Song Yuhe was about to wash up, but he was probably too sleepy. Toothbrush with freshly squeezed toothpaste.

Bo Qiao was about to go over to support him, lest he fall himself, the light brain on Song Yuhe's wrist shook suddenly, he stood up straight again with a jerk, and mechanically began to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Bo Qiao leaned on the cabinet beside him and watched Song Yuhe washing his face sleepily, and couldn't hold back, and asked, "Did your research institute let you go so early?"

"No." Song Yuhe fell into a dazed sleep, and he answered whatever was asked, "I accepted the order to repair machinery, and today I have to go to more than a dozen places to repair things."

Bo Qiao frowned even tighter: "Isn't this done by the interns of the research institute? How could they assign it to you?"

Song Yuhe: "I asked for it myself, and I will get a share for repairing things."

"That shouldn't give you so much."

More than a dozen orders, people must run away stupid?

Song Yuhe still said: "If you have money, you can get it."

Bo Qiao said dissatisfiedly: "You know how to repair that stabilizer, and your research institute hasn't assigned you any other... work that can make money faster?"

Song Yuhe nodded: "It's divided, but I don't know how to do that. They still have to write papers."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Looking at Song Yuhe's kind, I'm afraid he doesn't have the temperament to cooperate with others.

Bo Qiao rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, wanted to persuade him to rest first but didn't know how to say it, he could only watch Song Yuhe like a small spinning top, turn away after washing up without even eating.

Song Yuhe had only slept for three or four hours, and as soon as he went out, he felt that his feet were fluttering, and he floated to the research institute as if he was sleepwalking.

Qin is now circling around the entrance of the research institute, seeing him approaching from a distance, and immediately shouted to him happily: "My dear boy! There is good news!"

Song Yuhe "floated" over, with bubbles popping from his head, he said in a daze, "Ah? Good news?"

"Yes, yes!" Qin Xian said happily, "Someone anonymously funded the mechanical competition, and they will give you a special place by name."

Song Yuhe slept until his eyelids were fighting, and he let out a dry "oh".

Qin Xian thought that he didn't understand what it meant, so he grabbed his shoulder and shook it: "It means that you can participate in the mechanical competition! Yuhe, are you happy?!"

Song Yuhe perfunctory him without emotion: "I'm so happy."

Qin Xian recovered from the ecstasy, looked at his sleepy eyes, and asked in confusion, "Why didn't you sleep well? You have to go for a physical examination next week. You can't be in this state."

Song Yuhe shook his head, forcing himself to stay awake: "Medical examination?"

"Yes, the mechanical competition requires a physical examination, and the competition is very strict. Everyone is registered with a DNA number."

Song Yuhe asked confusedly: "What is DNA?"

Before Qin Xian could answer, Song Yuhe's braid was pinched. Lu Jing lazily embraced him from behind, and said with a smile, "You can participate in the mechanical competition if you have been demerited. Yes, Xiaoyuhe, luck! really not bad."

Song Yuhe seemed to understand but half understood: "Yes, my luck has always been very good."

Qin Xian was very excited and dragged him into the research institute to discuss other matters.

Lu Jing stood at the door and looked at Song Yuhe's back in silence for a long time, then suddenly laughed.

In the past, Lu Jing had tried many times to sneak up on Song Yuhe's hair for DNA comparison with his brother, but finally gave up.

In the interstellar law, the act of taking someone else's DNA without permission is considered genetic theft and requires legal liability.

It is even more troublesome to do a paternity test secretly without one party knowing. Lu Jing's test is double the infringement if both parties do not know.

But the DNA registration for participating in the mechanical competition is different, it is legal and reasonable, as long as you can get Song Yuhe's DNA number...

The troubles that had troubled Lu Jing for so many days finally had a solution. He was in a good mood and entered the research institute humming a song.

With such kung fu, Qin Xian had already asked Song Yuhe, who was in a daze, to fill out the competition form.

Seeing that Song Yuhe was trapped like this, Qin Xian unceremoniously rejected all his dozen or so orders for today, leaving only one.

Song Yuhe was lying on the operating table, so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes and was still grabbing his own optical brain, and said vaguely: "I...I still want to make money."

"You've lost money." Qin Xian slapped him on the head angrily, "I've already applied to the research institute for the money for the mechanical competition, so you don't have to pay it yourself."

Song Yuhe looked at him in confusion: "Ah? Why?"

Sitting opposite him, Qin Xian said earnestly: "Yuhe, in the first three mechanical competitions, our Fur Enli won consecutively. Last year, we still won by a narrow margin. Nanhuai Star has a dark horse with an extremely unique brain. Maybe we will win the championship, but the student who won the first place has graduated in June this year. We originally placed our hopes on you and Lu Jing. Who knew that you were punished and Lu Jing was too lazy to participate, which almost made us feel helpless. People can go. You know what I mean?"

Song Yuhe shook his head: "I don't quite understand."

Qin Xian was about to explain to him in detail, when Lu Jing came up grumblingly: "Anyway, you can get the first place this time, and you don't need to think about anything else."

Song Yuhe is very confident about this: "I will definitely be the first!"

Qin Xian didn't waste his time: "It's all up to you, boy, tell the teacher what you need, don't force yourself."

Song Yuhe nodded.

Qin Xian asked again: "What theme are you going to make?"

Song Yuhe didn't feel sleepy when he mentioned this, he raised his hand and said proudly: "I want to be a bionic human as powerful as 57! One who can act autonomously!"

Qin Xian: "..."

Lu Jing: "..."

How can a bionic person have the ability to act autonomously?

The two stayed where they were, looking at each other.

After staring wide-eyed and small-eyed for a long time, Qin Xian discussed with Lu Jing: "Can you really not consider participating in the mechanical competition?"

Lu Jing: "..."

Song Yuhe said unhappily, "Teacher."

He was sleepy and seemed to be acting coquettishly when he spoke, Qin Xian immediately surrendered, and said helplessly, "Okay, you can mess with it yourself."

This special quota of anonymous sponsorship users must be named to Song Yuhe, even if Song Yuhe messes up a useless bionic person, they can't say anything.

Qin Xian left Song Yuhe's research room with a sad face.

At this moment, he responded to Song Yuhe's application for funding for the mechanical competition.

- The Institute rejected the application.

Qin Xian's face turned green.

He angrily clicked [Reapply], thinking in his heart that if he didn't agree, he would pay Song Yuhe himself, so that the child wouldn't tire him out of illness.

Qin Xian just clicked send, and the application was replied almost instantly.

He thought it was a refusal, but when he opened it, he found that it was [Agree].

The research institute responded that it seemed that someone subsidized Song Yuhe's participation in the mechanical competition.

Could it be that anonymous benefactor again?

Qin Xian didn't think too much about it, as long as he solved the matter for Song Yuhe, he happily sent the application form to Song Yuhe.

Even if someone gave him full financial support, Song Yuhe still felt insecure. He lay down on the table and scratched the only list with a red dot indicating that it had not been completed. to get the job done.

After repairing, he can sleep well.

Song Yuhe has always been a person who does what he says, and after making a decision, he carries the toolbox and follows the address.

The address of the maintenance list is a bionic machinery sales shop, and the maintenance business is still a silver stabilizer. Song Yuhe looked at the list with a frown, always feeling a little strange.

Why should a bionic machinery store place an order for maintenance at Furnley University?

But soon, he convinced himself.

Maybe it's because I can fix the Liuyin stabilizer by myself.

Thinking of this, Song Yuhe pushed open the door and walked in.

The decoration of the store is very technological, high-end and classy, ​​and the inside is well cooled. After entering, Song Yuhe shivered, feeling a little awake.

It should be that there are relatively few customers in the morning, and the whole store is empty and very deserted.

Song Yuhe looked around, only to see a person at the front desk.

He walked over and tiptoed to the person sitting at the front desk and said, "Hi, I'm here to repair..."

Before he finished speaking, the "receptionist" who was immersed in playing with the optical brain raised his head and smiled at him.

Song Yuhe: "?"

Song Guanxing leaned comfortably on the back of the chair and looked at him with a half-smile: "I placed an order for maintenance personnel to arrive at 8:45, why are you late?"

Song Yuhe: "..."

Song Yuhe didn't expect him to be the one who placed the order, so he frowned and said, "I'm not late."

Song Guanxing pulled out the time of the optical brain to show him.

8:46:07.

1 minute timeout.

Song Yuhe said unhappily: "Then I won't fix it for you."

Song Guanxing probably came prepared, and said with a smile: "This is your attitude? Then I canceled the list, can I also give you a bad review?"

Song Yuhe: "..."