Blame him for being too pretty

Song Guanxing couldn't describe how he felt at this moment, if he had to use a metaphor, it probably meant that Song Yuhe was about to dig his heart out, and he could immediately hand over the knife and lie down.

"No one will bully you anymore." Song Guanxing hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear, "I promise, okay?"

Song Yuhe buried his face in Song Guanxing's arms, and asked in a crying voice, "Then can I detonate that button?"

Song Guanxing: "..."

Only then did Zhou Xuan, who felt some hope, looked over in horror.

Song Guanxing's reputation in the mall is not very good. Almost all the famous people in the bionic machinery industry privately say that he is a cruel, cold-blooded and ruthless smiling tiger. Anyone who catches him will definitely tear off a layer of skin from his body.

However, at least he won't be so frenzied as to watch a living person being bombed beyond recognition.

Zhou Xuan thought so at first, but when he saw the trembling hands of the man that even his father feared, as if holding the lost and recovered treasure tightly in his arms, his heart sank suddenly.

Oops.

Zhou Zhouxuan thought to himself, Song Guanxing's temperament is difficult to figure out, and his family has a big business, even if Song Yuhe really killed him here, Song Guanxing can settle the matter.

He would die silently and meaninglessly.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xuan's teeth chattered.

Song Guanxing was actually not as mad as he thought, he lowered his head and looked at Song Yuhe with a complicated expression.

Song Yuhe stood in the sun, tears falling down like broken beads, the hand holding Song Guanxing's waist had already moved up, his knuckles were white and he was holding the lapel of Song Guanxing's heart tightly, looking at him eagerly .

Like a well-behaved child begging for candy or a toy.

Song Guanxing looked at Zhou Xuan, who was covered in cold sweat, and sighed quietly.

He tried to reach out and stroke Song Yuhe's head, but found that he didn't resist, and even rubbed his furry head against his palm.

Song Guanxing's heart melted, he held Song Yuhe's hand and gently spread out his palm, his voice was unprecedentedly gentle: "Yuhe, is it good-looking?"

The sun shines on his slender fingers, making the pulp of his fingers shine like honey.

It is a pair of hands that are so beautiful that people are jealous.

Song Yuhe looked at it in confusion.

He didn't understand how good-looking he was, and he didn't understand what was so special about everyone's hands being the same. In his perception, his face was not even as delicate and beautiful as a mechanical part.

But Song Guanxing had been looking at him expectantly, Song Yuhe hesitated for a moment, then nodded lightly: "It's pretty... isn't it?"

"These hands can make a unique bionic person." Song Guanxing guided him a little bit like treating a child, "These hands can play the piano, write, and repair things. They are suitable for everything, but they are not suitable for touching dirty things, right? ?”

Song Yuhe didn't understand even more, but after thinking about it carefully, he really didn't like to touch dirty things, even if it was stained with silver, it would wash off quickly.

Thinking of this, he nodded: "Yes."

Song Guanxing heaved a sigh of relief, and earnestly said, "Once you press that button, your hands will be dirty."

"No." Song Yuhe's face was full of tears, and his voice was a little nasal, "I will wash it off."

Song Guanxing said softly, "Can you wash off someone else's blood?"

Song Yuhe was taken aback.

He doesn't like blood.

Song Yuhe originally wanted to say, "I will stay far away to prevent his blood from getting on my hands", but he seemed to understand that the "blood" Song Guanxing said was not real blood.

He was stunned for a long time before he said in a daze, "Then...then what should I do?"

It may be that crying caused Song Yuhe to burn up. He was obviously a little confused, and instinctively relied on the person he trusted the most.

Song Guanxing waited for him to think, and the clothes on his back were soaked in cold sweat. Hearing this sentence, he was completely relieved, and said softly, "Stop that self-explosive device first, okay?"

Song Yuhe nodded confusedly: "Okay, then what?"

Song Guanxing: "Then there will be laws to punish him."

Song Yuhe: "Then me?"

Song Guanxing hurriedly said, "Just sleep well, okay?"

Song Yuhe uttered the grievances that he had held back for a long time, and in Song Guanxing's embrace, he vaguely felt that the anger and hatred that rushed to his brain seemed not so deep. Nodding in a daze.

"it is good."

He tapped lightly on the optical brain, and the beeping voice finally stopped.

Zhou Xuan seemed to have received an amnesty, his whole body was completely limp on the ground, and he couldn't even sit up.

"He" has been standing at the door, aware of the arrival of people from the Star Police Department, quickly stepped forward, removed the self-explosive device on Zhouxuan's bionic, and then tapped his optical brain and bionic's memory storage place with his fingertips , This memory was completely erased in less than two seconds.

Zhou Xuan: "..."

Zhou Xuan was powerless, but he had no time to stop it.

After "he" finished all this, he turned Zhou Xuan's wristwatch back into a bionic man as if nothing had happened, and activated half of his invisibility function, and half of the machine stood in the air, which looked extremely strange.

Soon, the people from the Star Police Department finally arrived.

Song Guanxing was not in the mood to cooperate with the people from the Star Police Department at all, and directly handed over the follow-up to "him", and directly hugged Song Yuhe, who was dizzy with fever, and nodded coldly with the Star Police who came, without saying a word of nonsense , went straight away.

The Star Police was stunned.

"He" stood aside, bowed politely, and said with a smile, "Hello."

The Star Police nodded: "Hello."

The identification device on his ear was running, and a row of data appeared on the page in front of him.

[Identity: bionic person. 】

The Star Police took two steps to react, and looked back in horror.

Bionic man? !

When did androids become so realistic? ? ?

Zhou Xuan's evidence was conclusive. Although there are still details to be verified, this is no longer what Song Guanxing needs to pay attention to.

He sent Song Yuhe to the medical cabin of the mechanical center building, and frowned as he watched Song Yuhe's body temperature rise in just a few minutes.

The medical cabin was in operation, and he sat aside and stared at Song Yuhe inside without blinking. He didn't care about countless messages from the optical brain on his wrist, and finally a holographic video called.

Song Guanxing looked down impatiently.

Bo Qiao.

—— is the person he can't offend the most at present.

Song Guanxing had no choice but to answer the communication with a stinky face.

Bo Qiao should be walking on the road, the camera shakes a little, he frowned while walking and asked, "What's going on? Where's Yuhe?"

"Didn't you ask Vaughan University for an explanation of the bionic explosion?" Song Guanxing leaned wearily on the back of the chair, covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and said weakly, "The person who set up the self-explosion program has been caught, immediately I will give you a perfect explanation."

Bo Qiao saw the medical cabin next to Song Guanxing sharply, and didn't want to care about the self-destruct procedure at all, so he asked coldly, "Is Yuhe injured?"

Song Guanxing couldn't understand that Bo Qiao was always thinking about his younger brother, but he had to thank Bo Qiao for telling him the truth, so he could only suppress his frustration and said, "No, he cried a lot and had a fever."

Only then did Bo Qiao feel relieved: "I'll pick him up."

Song Guanxing was even more upset: "Mr. Bo has a lot of things to deal with every day, millions of dollars every minute, so I don't need to bother you about such a small matter."

In short, go about your business and forget about my brother.

Bo Qiao said displeasedly: "You only have a few million every minute, who are you mocking?"

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing was so angry that he hung up the communication.

At this moment, the Kung Fu medical cabin has stopped operating, Song Yuhe's fever is slowly receding, his eyelashes are trembling slightly, and he has a vague tendency to wake up.

Song Guanxing hurriedly stood up straight and helped him open the door of the medical cabin.

The reclining chair in the medical cabin has been slowly reclined, turning into a makeshift cot.

Song Yuhe's fever receded and he was exhausted all over. He didn't intend to get up at all. He just curled up, kicked off his shoes, breathed evenly after a while, and fell asleep on this narrow bed.

Song Guanxing: "..."

Seeing that Song Yuhe was sleeping so soundly, Song Guanxing couldn't wake him up, so he carefully carried him to a slightly wider hospital bed and lay him down.

Song Yuhe didn't know if he was too tired or because he was already defenseless against Song Guanxing, and he didn't wake up after being manipulated like this.

Because of the random kicking of his shoes just now, he loosened the socks that had been pulled down to his ankles, revealing the two moles faintly.

Song Guanxing accidentally caught a glimpse while pulling the quilt, and was slightly taken aback.

Those two moles were exactly the same as Xiao Zhi's when he was a child, but after ten years, one of them had turned bright red like the eye of a needle, and it seemed that a drop of blood could ooze from that snow-white ankle at any time.

Song Guanxing watched for a long time, and tentatively stretched out his hand towards the blood-red moles, but before he got close, he was frozen by a gust of cold.

He frowned, and put his palm on Song Yuhe's ankle, as expected, his hand felt cold.

Although it is still a matter of probability whether the radiation from the meteor explosion can cause Hera syndrome, but Song Yuhe's feet that are as cold as iron are definitely inseparable from those explosives.

Song Guanxing began to regret not taking Song Yuhe to the hospital earlier.

At this time, cheers came from outside, even though the medical cabin was a little far away from the venue of the mechanical competition, it was still shocked.

Song Guanxing sat by the bed, turned on the optical brain, clicked into the live broadcast of the mechanical competition, and connected the sound to the earphones.

I don't know if the two unlucky guys after the [-]th showed it. Anyway, after cleaning up the mess after the Liuyin explosion, the mechanical competition had to be broadcast live again due to the influence of the number one topic on the galaxy hot list.

After repeated weighing, the jury did not even continue the follow-up evaluation. In just one hour, the evaluation result was given.

This is the first time that the results of the mechanical competition have come out so quickly. Although there are reasons for suppressing public opinion, the most important thing is that everyone knows that once Song Yuhe's "he" comes out, no matter how innovative and powerful the subsequent contestants are, It can only be No.2.

So not long after the live broadcast resumed, Sheng Lin re-entered the stage and announced the selection results with a smile.

Sheng Lin was nearly blown beyond recognition, but he remained calm and composed on stage, as if the previous dangerous explosion was just a small episode and had no effect on him.

"I believe that I don't need to announce, everyone already knows who the champion is this time." Sheng Lin said lightly amidst the deafening cheers, "I don't want to talk nonsense."

"The No.1 winner of this mechanical competition is from Furnley University..."

The venue with thousands of people turned into a sea of ​​screams and cheers in an instant, and even the bullet screen of the live broadcast was flashing rapidly.

All the audience were shouting the same name.

--he.

Seeing the deafening cheers, Sheng Lin also politely changed the word "Song Yuhe" that was about to blurt out.

For Song Yuhe, compared to his own name, he prefers "he" to be remembered by everyone.

Song Yuhe wanted everyone to know that calling the bionic man "he" in his mouth was not a joke after dinner.

"He" is not ridiculous.

It is "he" who ascends to the high platform sought after by hundreds of millions of people.

Since then, no one dared to ridicule the name "he" of the bionic man.

Sheng Lin said, "He."

A ray of light suddenly hit the dark stage, and "he" stood tall, smiling gracefully amidst the cheers and adoration that shook the sky.

He took off his silver-stained coat, and only wore a slim-fitting white shirt. Song Yuhe hadn't had time to repair his hand that was blown up, so he put on a pair of clean white gloves, making him look even more luxurious and charming.

He nodded slightly, countless honors added to his body, making him even more dazzling.

Because of him, because of Song Yuhe, this mechanical competition has attracted people's attention.

Also because of them, the interstellar bionic machinery will rise to an unprecedented height.

It's just that no one thought that the person who could create a self-aware bionic like "him" would be a teenager who grew up on a remote planet like Mofenfen.

After the selection results came out, almost before "he" stepped down, the heads of countless bionic machinery manufacturers flocked to the stage, scrambling to buy all his data.

Those who come to participate in the machinery competition are often tacitly aiming at those machinery manufacturers, but whoever is selected for the production data of the bionic man and buys the patent may make the family rise to a higher level-if the Song family sees it On it, it soared into the sky.

The private purchase of patent data is almost a well-known secret, but this is the first time I have seen so many people scrambling for the same set of bionic human data.

The reporters on the side blushed with excitement and shot more vigorously.

"He" has an easy-going and refined appearance anytime and anywhere, and said flatly: "Are you buying my own data from me?"

The heads of those machinery manufacturers choked and looked at each other.

Although it is strange to buy androids' own data from androids, there is really nothing they can do.

Song Yuhe, who made "him", didn't show up from the beginning to the end, even if they wanted to find someone to buy it, they couldn't communicate with each other.

"He" said gently: "In my program settings, the data is top secret, so I can't grant your request."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

The people in charge stared wide-eyed, not knowing what to do for a while.

***

"He" was not influenced by anyone, and after getting the honor that belonged to Song Yuhe, he quietly left from the backstage and went to the medical cabin.

Song Guanxing enjoyed the sweetness of his younger brother's two-person world—although he was sweet on the side and Song Yuhe was fast asleep, it didn't affect his happiness.

But before enjoying it for a long time, the watch on Song Yuhe's wrist suddenly vibrated violently, and countless applications for adding communication friends were sent, all of them were the heads of famous bionic machinery manufacturing companies.

The silent vibration of Song Yuhe's light brain was not turned off, and he was suddenly awakened by the ringtone and vibration. He got up from the bed and said in a daze, "What, what's the matter? 57? 57!"

Before he opened his eyes, he fumbled for the bionic man on his wrist with his fingers. After confirming that the bionic man was still there, he finally let go of his tense heart.

Song Guanxing's heart throbbed when he saw it, and he hurriedly approached and said softly, "It's all right, it's your brain that's beeping, I'll show you."

Song Yuhe's eyes were sleepy, and he untied the vibrating optical brain and handed it to Song Guanxing without any hesitation.

Song Guanxing originally just said casually that even close people still do better in terms of optical brain privacy, but he didn't expect Song Yuhe to hand it to him directly.

He was flattered to accept it, and while carefully looking at Song Yuhe from the corner of his eye, lest he would regret it after waking up, he quickly opened the communication friend application.

Seeing those verification contents, Mr. Song's face immediately turned green.

Those communication applications are all accounts related to the bionic machinery manufacturing industry, and even the notes on those applications are all uniform [Hello, I would like to ask if the bionic human data for the mechanical competition has been sold? 】

Song Guanxing stared at those account numbers greenly, grinding his teeth secretly.

Song Yuhe finally woke up at this time, his hair was messed up in sleep, and he looked around in a daze for several times before he realized where he was.

"What time is it?" Song Yuhe yawned and muttered, "Teacher wants to take me to eat delicious food."

Song Guanxing hurriedly said: "It was just one o'clock, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Yuhe shook his head, seeing Song Guanxing holding his optical brain, crawling over on his knees, staggering towards the optical brain, and said doubtfully, "Who is looking for me?"

Song Guanxing was so shocked by his sudden approach that he held his breath, half of his body was stiff, he was so nervous that he stumbled and said dryly: "There...someone wants to buy, buy... buy your bionic data. "

He thought that Song Yuhe's intimacy at that time was only because he was not so clear-headed, and at first he was so close again, and he felt ecstasy in his heart.

It seems that Song Yuhe really no longer rejects and alienates himself.

"Buy data?" Song Yuhe was so sleepy that his eyelids twitched, he said confusedly, "I don't know the data."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Song Guanxing was slapped in the face by his own brother Fan again.

Song Yuhe is a bionic person only by feeling, and even he himself doesn't know what the bionic person's data is.

Song Guanxing breathed lightly, and explained to him pretending to be calm: "It's the sensitive data of your bionic sensor, the flow rate of the flow of silver on your face, etc., but what they are most interested in is your bionic. The source code of self-awareness."

"Oh." Song Yuhe has no interest in this, "I'm just here to participate, as long as you give me a prize."

Song Guanxing hurriedly said: "Here, here, No.1 is already yours, and the awards are all over. What bionics do you need, I..."

He was about to say "I can make anything for you", but then he recalled that with Song Yuhe's technology, he would probably look down on any kind of bionic person.

All he wanted from start to finish was the silver stabilizer that would fix his own android.

Song Guanxing changed his words at the speed of light: "No matter what parts you want, Song can give you."

"Really?" Speaking of this, Song Yuhe was finally relieved of sleepiness. He grabbed Song Guanxing's arm with glowing eyes, shook it like a child coquettishly, and said seriously, "I want a special Liuyin stabilizer. , the bionic model is A0GE57-A1254824."

After working for so long, he was finally able to replace 57 with a new Liuyin stabilizer.

Song Guanxing was so bewildered by Song Yuhe's closeness, he didn't hear what he said at all, his eyes were straightened, and he just kept saying, "Okay, okay, okay, okay."

He screamed in his heart, "Ahhhhhhhhh he grabbed my arm and he acted like a baby at me, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"."

When Bo Qiao rushed over, what he saw was Song Guanxing's stupid, useless appearance.

He gave a "tsk" in disgust, and said, "Yuhe."

Song Yuhe was still enjoying the beautiful days when 57 turned into a human and hugged him, when he heard a voice, he looked up and called him happily: "Sir."

Bo Qiao came over and put his hand on his forehead, and found that the fever had subsided. He breathed a sigh of relief, and took out a large bunch of roses bought on the way from behind, pretending to be calm: "Congratulations."

After all, roses are so special, those who don't know think they have something unspeakable about Song Yuhe.

Song Yuhe was given roses again, his eyes were as bright as sunshine, he happily took the rose with a "woo ah", and rubbed the bright red flower with his cheek affectionately.

"Thank you sir, I like it very much."

Song Guanxing watched from the side and wanted to bite his hand, his eyes were almost red with jealousy.

At this moment, someone knocked lightly on the door, and the three of them looked back, and saw "he" also holding a bouquet of fresh roses, piled the No.1 trophy in the bouquet, and bent his eyes towards Song Yuhe smiled softly.

Song Yuhe couldn't help but smile when he saw "he" with the face of 57, not to mention the blessing of Rose, a big killer: "He."

He was not angry at being given such a strange name, and even smiled happily, and walked up to hand him the trophy bouquet.

Song Yuhe looked at the trophy and felt that the humanoid 57 was waving at him, took it happily, and looked at it fondly.

Song Guanxing who was not prepared for anything: "..."

He seemed to vaguely know...

Why does my brother dislike me so much?

Song Yuhe didn't even look at the distraught Song Guanxing, and touched the trophy to share the joy with 57.

"Look, he is very good, he won the trophy directly!"

57 let out a cold snort, but did not speak.

Song Yuhe said suspiciously: "What's wrong with you, are you unhappy?"

He was standing beside Song Yuhe, probably thinking about the hug Song Yuhe had always wanted, trying to raise his hand to circle Song Yuhe's neck.

He is very smart and knows everything, but he just doesn't seem to know how to hug.

Song Yuhe avoided the "hug" that seemed to be a murder for money, and while holding him with open arms, teaching him a real hug, he casually said to 57: "Didn't you really hope that he would do it before?" Why? Why don't you like it now?"

57 was sullen for a long time, but he still couldn't hold back and asked, "My boy, do you regard him as my substitute?"

Song Yuhe: "???"