Blame him for being too pretty

Song Yuhe couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, so he played holographic video with his brother.

Song Guanxing looked around the room, reluctantly admitted that Bo Qiao was really caring, and didn't bother to make trouble for him.

He picked a good place to sit beside the bed, talking to Song Yuhe.

"What nightmare did you have?"

Song Yuhe tugged at the quilt, yawned, and said sleepily, "I dreamed about being in Mofenfen."

Song Guanxing was rarely silent, and after a while he smiled and said, "It's okay, it's all over."

Song Yuhe looked down at the silent watch on his wrist, and nodded absently.

I don't know when it started, but 57's ability to read lines due to the disorder of the neural network has disappeared.

If he doesn't fix the neural network again, after 57 is completely scrapped, there will be nothing to do.

Song Yuhe was thoughtful.

Song Guanxing didn't want him to think wildly, and was about to say a few jokes to cheer him up, when suddenly the door of the hotel was knocked lightly twice, as if to test whether someone was asleep.

Song Guanxing said warily, "Who?"

Bo Qiao's voice came from outside: "Me."

Song Guanxing frowned tightly, in the middle of the night, uneasy and kind.

He was about to tell Bo Qiao to "get out" with a sullen face, when Song Yuhe, who was still sad just now, sat up quickly, lit up the hotel's key program on his brain, and the door lock opened in response.

"Come in, sir."

Bo Qiao hesitated for a long time, and finally opened the door.

Song Guanxing crossed his arms and sat beside his younger brother, sneering and sarcastic: "Hey, Mr. Bo forgot to bring the key and elevator card, can't he go back to the room?"

Bo Qiao: "..."

"How do you know?" was written all over Bo Qiao's face.

Song Guanxing: "???"

Song Guanxing's face turned green, he cursed something in a low voice, and forced his face away, not bothering to look at him.

Sure enough, Song Yuhe happily waved to Bo Qiao: "Then, come to my place and make do for the night, sir."

Song Guanxing said angrily, "Hi!"

He said just now that this was an excuse that couldn't be more clichéd. Why did his brother still believe it? !

Song Yuhe was full of enthusiasm, lifted the quilt and patted him, inviting Bao Qiao to bed.

Song Guanxing watched coldly, his eyes swept towards Bao Qiao like a knife, full of threats of "if you dare to go to bed, try it".

Bo Qiao tried his best to correct his mentality, with a mentality of being upright and straight, pretending to be fearless and ignoring Song Guanxing's sharp eyes, and went to bed leisurely.

Song Guanxing: "Hello!"

Bo Qiao was too lazy to care about Song Guanxing's teeth and claws. After sitting down with the quilt, he said flatly, "Don't think so dirty."

Song Guanxing sneered: "Only those who say other people's minds are dirty have dirty minds."

Bo Qiao thought he had done something stupid, even forgetting to bring out such things as the optical brain, so he had to risk his face and spend the night here with Song Yuhe.

And just now he was invited to stay overnight, but he refused with a righteous face.

just now……

Bo Qiao only felt a burning pain on his face, and it happened that Song Guanxing was nagging there, so he took advantage of the small talk with Song Guanxing to break up the embarrassing mood, and replied one sentence after another, which can be called the pinnacle of life in confrontation with Song Guanxing .

"Isn't it because you think of something bad that you repel me to sleep here so much?"

Song Guanxing said angrily: "Where did I think of it?!"

Bo Qiao said indifferently: "Then why are you so repulsive?"

Song Guanxing: "Me! You!"

Bo Qiao won a big victory.

The confrontation between Song Guanxing and Bo Qiao suddenly caught Song Yuhe's laugh for some reason, he curled up in the quilt and kept laughing, until the bed was shaking.

Song Guanxing was so angry that he didn't care about the communication. He found the right position and lay down between Song Yuhe and Baoqiao, and said coldly, "Don't touch me. If you cross the line, you two will die."

Song Yuhe laughed even harder: "Brother isn't hanging up the communication?"

Song Guanxing thought coldly: "What a fart, who knows if this lonely man will hug and sleep together after hanging up the communication?"

Even if he knew that Bo Qiao was a gentleman and had no dirty intentions, Song Guanxing, who had slept with Song Yuhe for a long time, knew very well that his younger brother liked to get into people's arms when he was asleep, and he didn't want Bo Qiao to enjoy his unique award.

Bo Qiao didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned his back and only occupied a corner of the bed, planning to sleep for a night just like that.

Song Yuhe said: "Okay, brother, let's tell a story."

Song Guanxing hurriedly turned around, faced his brother face to face, and said, "Okay, let me tell you a story about a kitten..."

"Don't want this." Song Yuhe tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "Let's tell a ghost story."

Song Guanxing: "..."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Song Guanxing said with a dry smile: "My boy, why don't we go to bed first, it's getting late now."

Song Yuhe didn't force it: "Then don't quarrel."

Song Guanxing almost swore: "I will definitely not quarrel!"

Let him tell ghost stories, he would rather live in peace with Bao Qiao.

Bo Qiao also said, "Yes."

Do not quarrel.

Only then did Song Yuhe nod in satisfaction, he turned over, looked at the seemingly invisible projections of tree branches on the ceiling, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep after a while.

Probably because of the familiar aura around him, Song Yuhe had no dreams all night and slept peacefully until dawn.

Early the next morning, Song Yuhe and Bo Qiao got up and played for a long time. After lunch, they set out to go home.

Song Yuhe reluctantly lay on the railing of the boat and watched the snow island get farther and farther away, and finally disappeared on the horizon, feeling as if he had a big dream about snow.

Waking up now.

Bo Qiao stood aside and asked softly, "Do you want to come to play next time?"

Song Yuhe nodded: "I think so."

"Then let's play again after your birthday."

Song Yuhe's eyes lit up: "Okay, okay."

There are only a few days left before his birthday. After careful calculation, he will be able to play again soon.

Song Yuhe was very satisfied.

After Song Yuhe returned home, Song Guanxing stuck to him like a dog's skin plaster, chattering and asking how the game went this time.

Song Yuhe said: "It's very fun, I will play next time."

Song Guanxing hurriedly said: "Then next time go with my brother, my brother will take you to climb the snow mountain."

Song Yuhe is a master of Duan Shui, so he responded very simply without thinking: "Okay."

Only then did Song Guanxing regain the advantage of being an older brother, he dragged Song Yuhe to sit on the sofa, clicked on the holographic photo on his light brain, and urged him: "Come on baby, birthday is coming soon, let's choose a cake. "

Song Yuhe didn't want to engage in such bells and whistles, no matter how beautiful the cake was, it was useless to him, he might as well let him choose a company to make data loopholes for bionics for fun.

But Song Guanxing insisted on doing the best for his younger brother's birthday party, and dragged him to choose, so Song Yuhe reluctantly began to choose.

The holographic cake is just like the real thing, it is projected on the table, and you can change it with a swipe of your hand.

The cakes that Song Guanxing chose were in line with his flamboyant personality. They were all gaudy and colorful, and they were so big that they almost looked like a mountain of cakes, even higher than Song Yuhe.

Song Yuhe didn't waste his brother's intentions, leaned on his shoulders and carefully selected for a long time before finalizing the one that wasn't too flashy.

"Sigh." Song Guanxing sighed, "When you were on your seventh birthday, you liked these gaudy cakes very much, so you begged my brother to buy them for you."

Song Yuhe was a little confused.

He doesn't remember.

Song Yuhe originally wanted to say "I'm not seven years old anymore", but then recalled the reaction of 57's injury when he finished saying "This is no longer Mofenfen" last night, after thinking about it, he still didn't take this Say something that seems hurtful.

"But the one I chose now is also very good-looking." Song Guanxing feared that Song Yuhe would be sad again, cheered up, and said, "It is very low-key and luxurious, and there are small parts of bionic machinery."

Song Yuhe nodded cooperatively.

The cake is set, Song Yuhe doesn't need to worry about the rest.

He continued to study the repair method of the neural network, and even tried many bionics without success, but he was not discouraged. He asked Song Guanxing to find a bunch of scrapped bionics and began to repair the loopholes in the plan one by one.

For Song Yuhe, the sense of accomplishment brought about by fixing those program data loopholes is more enjoyable than anything else.

After failing several plans in succession, it was finally Song Yuhe's birthday.

Lu Jing came back one day early, and Song Guanxing went to pick him up.

Lu Jing sat in the car and complained to his brother: "I originally wanted to get my bionic man back, but the school refused to give it to me, saying that I only asked for a few days off and would have to confiscate it when I came back."

Song Guanxing said casually while driving: "It's not that our family doesn't have bionics. Xiaozhi gave me his and his bionics manufacturing data. Recently, a new model has been made. If you want one, go get one."

Lu Jing's eyes lit up: "Like him?!"

Song Guanxing laughed: "Stupid you, how could his kind of bionics be mass-produced? I just asked Xiao Zhi for the production data of the bionics' appearance, and about the self-awareness program of the bionics...let's forget it."

Lu Jing was stunned: "Why forget it, isn't this a business opportunity?"

Song Guanxing was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Xiao Zhi made this, not because of business opportunities."

Lu Jing was startled: "That's right."

Bionics with self-awareness like him can be mass-produced, but people like Song Yuhe who can treat bionics as real human beings cannot be "produced" in batches.

With self-awareness, bionics will naturally want to be equal to humans.

If human beings can't give them, or even treat them like hard tools, it will inevitably lead to greater conflicts and contradictions.

Song Guanxing thought he couldn't bear such serious consequences, so he never thought of asking Song Yuhe for program data.

Song Guanxing didn't talk to the children about this kind of long-standing and heavy question, and changed the subject, saying: "Furnley University is not allowed to bring bionics yet? Tsk, I have never been able to understand this school rule."

"That's right, the androids at the school gate are chanting about 'no bionics'." Lu Jing continued to complain, "Except for the research institute, you can't bring androids at any other time. It will be detected by the program, which is annoying."

Song Guanxing laughed: "Then I have time to talk to the principal of Furnley University..."

When he said this, his voice stopped abruptly, and the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by confusion.

Lu Jing asked suspiciously, "Brother? What's wrong?"

Song Guanxing frowned: "Xiaozhi... did you get special permission when you brought 57 into the dormitory?"

Lu Jing was puzzled: "I don't know, anyway, since I knew him, he has been wearing that wristwatch in Fuenli University without hindrance. Maybe Teacher Qin gave him special permission?"

Song Guanxing fell into deep thought: "Really?"

"Probably." Seeing Song Guanxing's serious expression, Lu Jing intentionally made him laugh, "When he went to class, that bionic man always read those nasty lines in class, and the teacher gave Xiao Zhi several times because of this. What about C-?"

Song Guanxing smiled cooperatively, but he didn't know where his mind went.