Blame him for being too pretty

Zhou Xuan's face was a bit ugly.

Although there is a ten-year age difference between him and Song Guanxing, because he is the eldest son in the family, he will always be compared with Song Guanxing. Over time, regardless of the Song family, he himself is a little instinctively afraid of Song Guanxing.

The proud son of heaven is always feared and looked up to.

Seeing Song Guanxing standing next to Song Yuhe in a protective posture, Zhou Xuan forced a smile: "No, I didn't say anything."

"I just heard you say that you have never seen a living iron lump?" Song Guanxing looked at him coldly, "Did the Zhou family's company go bankrupt, and they didn't even give you a bionic man?"

Zhou Xuan's face turned even paler.

Song Guanxing obviously agrees with Song Yuhe's ridiculous calling of the bionic man as "he", and even directly admits that the bionic man is a real living iron lump.

Zhou Yixuan gritted his teeth, and his heart began to throbbing indistinctly.

Song Guanxing still refused to let him go, and said with a sneer, "Are you here to participate in the mechanical competition?"

Seeing Zhou Xuan's ridicule and sneer at Song Yuhe, he was irritable and thought about disqualifying him directly, but he was afraid that Song Yuhe would feel that he was "abusing his private power", so he had to endure it.

Unable to vent his anger on the good boy, Song Guanxing could only goug out Zhou Xuan with his eyes.

Everyone in Nanhuai Star looked at each other in blank dismay, a little unable to understand why Song Guanxing wanted to give the people of Fu Enli University a head start.

Zhou Zhouxuan looked at Song Guanxing's knife-like eyes, and was in a dilemma for a while. The dense pain in his heart made the fear in his heart gradually turn into an irritable hatred.

Fortunately, at this time, the mechanical contest sent an announcement, asking the contestants to gather.

Everyone ran away in a hurry as if they had received an amnesty.

Song Guanxing was full of momentum, he looked coldly at the backs of them fleeing in a hurry, but he was a little too weak to look at Song Yuhe's expression.

He was afraid of Song Yuhe's familiar disgusted expression that made his heart twitch.

But at this moment, Song Yuhe's hand gently tugged at his cuff.

Song Guanxing was taken aback for a moment, then looked back.

Song Yuhe's eyes seemed to be filled with stars, his pupils were shining, and he said happily: "You also think that bionics have autonomous consciousness, don't you?"

Song Guanxing was dumbfounded.

This was the first time Song Yuhe's reaction to him was so non-repulsive.

—Although it was only because of the bionics.

He made his younger brother happy by mistake, Song Guanxing didn't care about his own three views, and said firmly: "Yes, he, he, he!"

Song Yuhe was even happier when he heard someone calling the bionic man "he". It was rare for him to hold Song Guanxing by the sleeve and pull him towards the mechanical center building.

Song Guanxing was dragged away in a daze.

Song Yuhe entered the crowded central building, smelling the familiar silvery smell everywhere, he knew that a small half of the building must be full of bionics.

Fortunately, Bo Qiao didn't come, otherwise he would have to vomit himself out.

Song Guanxing forcibly suppressed his ecstasy, and reservedly led Song Yuhe to the private lounge on the second floor.

In the huge room, Sheng Linzheng was wearing a suit, facing the mirror expressionlessly and asked the makeup artist to apply makeup, holding a thin piece of paper in his hand, as if he was holding a knife.

Every year, the machinery competition is very grand. This time, taking advantage of Sheng Lin's filming at Fuenli University, Song Guanxing went so far as to call the great actor as a mascot.

Sheng Lin had "seeking to usurp the throne" written all over his face, and when he saw Song Guanxing walking in from the mirror, he sneered.

Song Guanxing's mind was full of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh he HAD he approached me?"

"Has Yuhe had breakfast?" Song Guanxing was very attentive, brought Sheng Lin's breakfast over without any hesitation, and said with a smile, "The mechanical competition is still quite long, so eat more to cushion it."

Song Yuhe was leaning on the floor-to-ceiling windows to see the sea of ​​people on the first floor. Hearing this, he shook his head: "I've already eaten."

His response was so pleasant that Song Guanxing, who was used to being disliked, was flattered. After a long pause, he sat next to Sheng Lin, happily eating his breakfast.

Looks like luck is going well today.

Sheng Lin crossed his arms and looked at Song Guanxing indifferently.

Song Guanxing looked like a foolish king who never came to court early. After eating breakfast, he noticed Sheng Lin's gaze, and raised his head strangely: "What's wrong?"

Sheng Lin said with a half-smile, "It's nothing, it's the first time I've seen you look so cowardly, it's so pretty."

Advising Guan Xing: "..."

However, Song Guanxing has always been thick-skinned, and he doesn't feel ashamed of his mother Baonan and brother-in-law, and even a little proud of it.

Song Yuhe came back to his senses after watching it for a while, saw Sheng Lin sitting there, thought for a while, and asked him, "Can I take a photo with you?"

Sheng Lin: "..."

During this period of time, Song Yuhe barely knew something about star chasing. He knew that signing autographs and taking photos with idols were very popular among star chasing fans, but he didn't know much about other things.

Even though he humiliated himself twice, Sheng Lin still asked him with the last glimmer of hope.

"Did you make up my movie?"

"No."

"Song?"

"nor."

Sheng Lin: "..."

This is the first time for Sheng Lin to meet this kind of star-chasing fans. He has been crazily pursued for many years, which caused his numb heart to move slightly. He inexplicably remembered that Song Guanxing gave him the first bad show in which the bloody, vulgar and domineering president fell in love with me. , that "you managed to get my attention" feeling.

Sheng Lin is used to being sought after, but he likes it very much. The makeup has just been done, so it is convenient for taking pictures, so he nodded in agreement.

Song Yuhe happily leaned forward and took a group photo of the two of them with his optical brain that was stuck to death.

Seeing this, Song Guanxing's face was disheveled, and he muttered in his heart: "I also want to take a group photo."

He has a bad temper, and he can see that Song Yuhe is not a fan of Shenglin. After thinking about it, he probably wanted it for Bo Qiao, so he immediately stood behind Shenglin's chair without a trace, showing his presence .

Song Yuhe didn't know how to take pictures very much, and he didn't care if he clicked a picture, so he thanked him obediently, and then went to the side to send a message to Bao Qiao.

[Yuhe: Sir!I saw Sheng Lin again, this time with a group photo! [picture]】

Bo Qiao was still preparing for the first class in the morning, when he received the message and clicked on it, he suddenly fell silent.

Song Yuhe's optical brain hadn't had time to be replaced, and the picture quality of the front camera was not very clear, but it was still pretty good. The only thing that dissatisfied Bo Qiao was Song Guanxing who looked at the camera resentfully like a spirit behind Sheng Lin.

I always feel that he is going to jump out of the photo and chop someone in the next second.

The class bell rang, and Bo Qiao quickly replied him.

[Bo Sanqiao: Be good. 】

In Song Yuhe's cognition, the word "good" means that he has done the right thing. He happily turned off his optical brain and continued to look at the crowd below.

Song Guanxing sneaked closer to him, observed carefully for a while, and found that Song Yuhe's eyes seemed to be following someone.

Song Guanxing was a little vigilant at once, followed Song Yuhe's line of sight, and after watching for a long time, he realized that his brother was actually looking at Zhou Xuan who had bullied him.

Recalling the previous fight between Zhou Xuan and Song Yuhe, which resulted in Song Yuhe being punished, Song Guanxing frowned more and more.

He has never paid much attention to the Zhou family's bionic company, but today, Zhou Yixuan's cynicism towards Song Yuhe due to the large number of people made Song Guanxing repulsive and very upset.

He stared coldly at Zhou Xuan who registered with the bionic man, and he didn't know what he was planning.

Song Yuhe was still staring at him, to be precise, at Zhou Xuan's bionic man.

Song Guanxing coughed, and spoke to him in a low voice: "Yuhe, what are you looking at?"

"Bionic man." Song Yuhe gradually did not reject him, and he still answered every question. His thin white fingertips drew a circle on the glass in the direction of Zhouxuan's bionic man, with a childlike look in his eyes. Excited, "His bionic man is very fun."

Song Guanxing looked over in doubt, is it fun?

He turned on the optical brain, found Zhou Xuan's bionic file, and found that the novel function was at best a weak bionic that could turn into various pets, and there was no bright spot in the entries.

Where is this fun?

Could it be that Song Yuhe likes small animals?

Song Guanxing began to think about whether to give Song Yuhe a precious pet to keep.

cat?dog?Parrot?

Just as Song Guanxing was engrossed in his thoughts, Song Yuhe took out the bionic man from his schoolbag and turned him into a human form.

Song Yuhe's bionics are more human-like than normal bionics, even if you don't look carefully, you can't find that this is actually a cold bionic.

Song Guanxing and Sheng Lin were a little surprised.

Song has been working as a bionic human for many years, but due to procedural problems, machines are just machines, and even if they have a human appearance, they will never be exactly the same as humans.

The biggest problem with bionics is the stiffness of their faces and movements. Liuyin can perfectly transform into any obedient appearance, but metal is metal after all, and it cannot be compared with the perfect human limbs.

This was the first time Song Guanxing saw such a human-like bionic.

The bionic man smiled and wanted to circle Song Yuhe's neck and give him a "hug". Song Yuhe instinctively hid behind Song Guanxing next to him, and whispered: "That's not the case."

Song Guanxing had no expression on his face, thinking "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm dead".

The bionic man blinked his eyes, which were as beautiful as real ones, and retracted his hands in a polite manner: "Then I will learn again?"

"Yeah, learn." Song Yuhe said, "Go downstairs and register."

The bionic man smiled and said yes, turned around and went down.

Song Guanxing and Sheng Lin looked at each other.

Let the bionic go down to register in person?

Song Yuhe continued to lie on the floor-to-ceiling window to watch Zhou Xuan's bionic man, his beautiful eyes were full of curiosity, and a trace of coldness that no one could see.

Song Guanxing was so curious that he also sat side by side with Song Yuhe and looked down.

Wearing the clothes provided by Bo Qiao, the bionic man went out from the elevator on the second floor and blended perfectly into the crowd. Almost no one recognized him as a bionic man.

It was not until the iris registration began that the staff burst into exclamation.

Song Yuhe didn't have any interest in the commotion he caused at all, he seemed to recognize Zhou Xuan, and he was still watching.

Song Guanxing inexplicably felt that he was not in the right state, coughed dryly, and asked him: "Yuhe, how did your bionic man look so similar to a human?"

Song Yuhe turned his head to look at him suspiciously: "Ah? Shouldn't bionics behave like humans?"

Song Guanxing has always been someone else in Versailles, and this is the first time he has been looked down upon by others.

Fortunately, this person is my younger brother, so I don't care about it.

"How did you make those eyes so realistic?"

Song's bionic man is also very realistic, but not so realistic that there are stars shining in the corners of his lips.

"I used two small lighting devices." Song Yuhe told him carefully without hiding anything, "The eyes will be beautiful like stones."

As he spoke, he took out a stone from his schoolbag and showed it to Song Guanxing.

Song Guanxing took it over flattered, and said dryly, "Give it to me?"

"Of course not." Song Yuhe looked at him warily.

Song Guanxing was afraid that he would reject him again, and immediately swore to the sky: "I'll just take a look, and I'll return it to you in a minute, and I will never take it for myself!"

Seeing his serious expression, Song Yuhe believed him coaxingly.

"This is a stone bead I ground in Mofenfen for two or three years."

Song Guanxing was admiring the stone that looked like a high-quality gemstone, but he was stunned for a long time when he heard this sentence, and the apex of his heart began to throb with pain again.

During this period of time, he also checked the planet Mofenfen, but there was too little information. He only knew that it was a semi-abandoned planet that had been destroyed by storms for many years. It was full of flying sand and gravel, and the living conditions were extremely difficult.

Song Guanxing didn't dare to think about what kind of life Song Yuhe had been living these years.

He also didn't know what it took for a child who was so lively and active when he was a child to have such patience and be able to grind with one stone for three years.

Song Guanxing's eye circles were slightly red again, and he rubbed the smooth stone, choked up for a moment and couldn't speak.

Sheng Lin who was at the side seemed to notice something unusual, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The gathering below has already begun, and Song Yuhe didn't stay any longer. He took the stone back and said, "I'll go first."

Song Guanxing nodded hurriedly, his voice was a little hoarse, like an old father exhorting: "Okay, slow down."

"it is good."

Song Yuhe trotted all the way downstairs.

Song Guanxing reluctantly turned his eyes back and stared at his fingers.

There is also the smooth touch of stone on the fingertips, which is as warm as the sun.

Sheng Lin leaned on the back of the chair, smiled faintly and said, "Do you know what you look like now?"

Song Guanxing answered casually: "What?"

"An old father who sent his daughter to marry." Sheng Lin said.

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Yuhe was too lazy to take the elevator, the second floor was only, so he ran down the stairs after a while.

But he ran a little fast, and he rushed out directly. He didn't stop the car for a while, and almost hit someone.

Fortunately, someone on the side helped him.

After Song Yuhe stood firm, he tilted his head and thanked: "Thank you."

The person who supported him was Song Yan. He smiled gently, and straightened Song Yuhe's schoolbag that was thrown up to his neck: "Run slowly, and be careful not to fall."

Song Yuhe had a good impression of Song Yan when he was in Bo Qiao's research room, and his subconscious mind was completely unguarded against him. He adjusted his schoolbag and said obediently: "Okay, I'll run slower."

Song Yan couldn't help but rubbed his head: "You're so good."

Song Yuhe froze for a moment, his face felt a little hot for some reason, and even his heart beat wildly.

"I...I'm good." Song Yuhe lowered his head and whispered, "Why are you here?"

Song Yan said, "Come and watch the game."

Only then did Song Yuhe remember the competition, and hurriedly said, "I'm going to gather first, you..."

He thought hard and didn't know how to address this person. After thinking about it carefully, even Song Guanxing, an old man who was about 30 years old, dared to call him "brother". Song Yan should not be older than Song Guanxing by a few years.

Song Yuhe made up his mind and said, "Goodbye, brother."

Song Yan: "..."

Song Yan has taken over the Song family since he was 20 years old. No matter what he has experienced in these years, his expression remains unchanged. After decades, this is the first time he has experienced what is called a bolt from the blue.

His gentle and elegant demeanor seemed to freeze for a moment, and he was stunned for a long time before he could barely smile and said: "Goodbye, I wish you the first place. "

Song Yuhe smiled with brows and eyes flying: "Thank you, I will."

After speaking, he jumped into the crowd.

Song Yan looked at his back with a complicated face.

On the way, 57 talked to him: "I think that man should be two or three rounds older than you, isn't it wrong for you to call him brother?"

Song Yuhe was guided by the staff to register and find a seat, and casually talked to him: "But he looks very young, isn't he in his 30s?"

57:"……"

57 Xin said he was in his fifties or sixties.

The average lifespan of an interstellar person is around 60, 57 to [-] years old can only be regarded as a youth, and Song Yan's temperament is too deceptive, [-], who has always been blown up by others who approach him, can't repel him very much.

Song Yuhe arrived at the meeting place and sat down. Coincidentally, the team of Nanhuai Star happened to be next to him.

Zhou Xuanzheng was sitting with his bionic man. The bionic man was expressionless, staring straight ahead, tense and motionless without instructions.

Song Yuhe was so curious about his bionic man, the two were separated by an aisle, and even craned their necks to look.

Furnli also had several seniors participating in the competition, seeing Song Yuhe sitting alone on the seat, whispering to him: "Yuhe, Yuhe."

Song Yuhe was used to being called "Yuhe", so he reluctantly turned his gaze away and looked back at the senior.

"Hello?"

The seniors who participated in the competition had heard about Song Yuhe's great achievements, and it was the first time they had spoken to him.

"Where's your bionic man? The seat next to it is reserved for bionics."

Song Yuhe replied: "He went out to play."

Hearing the familiar "he", the senior had a complicated face, but he didn't say anything.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan saw Song Yuhe and said with a half-smile: "If you don't let 'him' come back, you will be disqualified from the competition."

The word "he" was bitten very hard, and the yin and yang were very strange.

Song Yuhe was not angry either.

Compared with Zhou Xuan who frequently provoked him, Song Yuhe was more attracted to the quiet bionic man.

Song Yuhe stared straight at the bionic man, slowly stroking the wrist watch with his fingers, the position was exactly where the self-explosion button was implanted at that time.

He said to 57: "I want to tear him down."

57 is like a bear parent pampering a bear child: "Demolish."

Song Yuhe turned his gaze back, and smiled at Zhou Zhou, making him very aggrieved, as if his fist had hit cotton.

Song Yuhe didn't care, and all the seniors at Fur'enli University were unhappy. One of the seniors with slightly longer hair folded his arms and said with a smile: "Oh, our competition at Furnley University, When will it be the other school's turn to dictate?"

Zhou Xuan was not to be outdone: "Are you implying that the mechanical competition is mixed with water?"

The seniors have stayed at Fuenli University for so long, and their poisonous tongue skills are second to none: "Tsk tsk tsk, I really just learned some new words and then used them indiscriminately. The organizer of the mechanical competition is your Song family from Nanhuai Star. If he Mixing with water is also mixing with you, why do you want to mix with someone from an alien system? Oh—”

One of them acted as if suddenly enlightened, and said with a smile: "Could it be because Song Guanxing knew that you couldn't win if you mixed water, so he turned his elbow and came all the way to mix water from our Furnli University? "

"Hahaha, so that's the case, I realized."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Several seniors sang and chorused, turning Zhou Yi so much that his face turned green.

Song Yuhe didn't know what they were arguing with, but when he saw them laughing, he laughed too, his eyes rolled, it looked pretty good.

The seniors confronted Nan Huaixing so much that he didn't dare to refute a word, and smiled triumphantly.

Song Yuhe looked back at them, his eyes were clear, and a lock of fluffy hair was curled up, looking extremely docile.

The hearts of the several big men were melted, and they hurriedly grabbed the back of Song Yuhe's seat, whispering orders to him.

"Yuhe, when you meet this kind of person, you have to refute it, remember?"

"I heard you are always being bullied, how can this work?"

"Have you learned how to be yin and yang?"

Song Yuhe's contacts at the Fuenli Research Institute were all researchers with high-sighted eyes, and he rarely felt this kind of atmosphere of being surrounded to play. It was very novel, and he nodded obediently when he heard their advice.

"Learned."

Seeing his innocuous appearance, the senior didn't believe it: "Then try your yin and yang strangeness?"

Song Yuhe thought for a while and said, "Tsk tsk, I've realized that there is no one here who can fight."

Everyone: "..."

They finally saw what it meant to be a serious yin and yang.

At this moment, on the high platform in the center of the competition, Sheng Lin in full attire stepped on the steps and slowly stood up.

The auditorium of thousands of people around suddenly burst into cheers and screams.

Sheng Lin's influence in the entertainment industry can be regarded as top-notch, as long as he stands up and doesn't say anything, everyone will cheer for him - I don't know how Song Guanxing persuaded him to be a mascot host.

The senior behind Song Yuhe also stood up and screamed: "Sheng Lin! Sheng Lin ahhh!"

Song Yuhe looked at him curiously, not understanding why so many people were so crazy all of a sudden.

Is this the power of a star?

Sheng Lin had a strong aura, and even a monotonous high stage could make him stand on a gorgeous stage. He bowed gracefully and slightly raised his hand, and the carnival sounds finally stopped.

Sheng Lin said indifferently: "Welcome to participate in Fuenli's mechanical competition."

He didn't say a word of nonsense, and he didn't even mention what Song Guanxing said, "If you want to add the organizer Song, you must say it", he didn't let the audience's attention stay on him for too long, and got straight to the point.

The first one on stage was the most likely bionic human design selected by the jury, and there were only ten places in the three galaxies.

Song Yuhe was also among them because it was a special funding quota.

Sheng Lin introduced them one by one according to the number, and the students and bionics followed suit.

Song Yuhe was ranked seventh, and by the time the show reached the fifth, the staff had already sent a message about his optical brain, asking him to come to the backstage to gather.

Song Yuhe didn't go, but just sent the message to the bionic program.

He didn't do anything in Mofenfen. He just studied the discarded bionic human parts every day. After ten years of back and forth research, he knew almost everything about the bionic mechanical procedures.

In the past ten years, except for 57, Song Yuhe has never seen a bionic person with intact procedures and normal procedures, so he always thought that all bionic people in the world were the same as 57.

He didn't realize the problem until Mofenfen came out.

The bionic man who came to the competition was made according to the appearance of 57. He has been debugging the small details of the face and joint movements in the research institute for a long time, and the program has been changed countless times.

So he has been confident.

Soon, the bionics received the news and quickly gathered in the background.

Sheng Lin sat on a chair in the background and looked at the bionic man who was standing upright waiting to take the stage.

This bionic man is too realistic, he has a hunch that after this competition, if Song Guanxing really gets all the data of this bionic man, Song will rise to a terrible height again.

Sheng Lin gave a soft "tsk", thinking that such a well-behaved child, who usually looks indifferent and a little silly, why did he calmly make it after a few days of fiddling in the research institute? This kind of bionic person that would cause an uproar at the first glance?

This is too deceptive.

At this moment, No. [-] had already shown off and stepped off the stage, and the audience burst into applause.

Sheng Lin hooked his lips, and said to bionic human No. [-], "Let's go."

Under the stage, the senior poked Song Yuhe's shoulder: "Yuhe, aren't you going on stage?"

Song Yuhe: "I don't need to go on stage."

Zhou Xuan looked at him coldly.

Bionic humans move according to a specific program, but in this kind of competition, no one knows what special circumstances will happen.

Only a fool would let the bionic out of the control of the program and face so many audiences.

At this time, Sheng Lin walked onto the stage slowly, and the light hit his face.

Sheng Lin smiled, took a step back slightly, and let the light hit the bionic man.

There were only Sheng Lin and the bionic man on the stage. This situation made the audience slightly confused, looking everywhere to see where the bionic man was.

The surrounding area was very quiet, and some audience members were whispering to each other, probably asking about the bionics.

After all, those who can enter these ten places often have novel designs.

But it shouldn't be so novel that bionics can be invisible, right?

Sheng Lin is very good at manipulating people's hearts. After half a minute of silence, when everyone's doubts about where the androids were at their peak, he smiled and typed Song Yuhe's android number on the screen behind him.

"The bionic person of Song Yuhe, the No. [-] contestant, whose name is..."

There was a dead silence.

Only Sheng Lin Qingyue's voice with a smile spread throughout the audience.

"--"he". "