"Mimetic Sensing" is a completely new field for Yan Hao. Since he bought the small robot that day, Yan Hao has to spend at least half of his time every day studying the mimicry system on it, and the remaining half of his time is spent on assembling the mecha arm.

As the final exam was approaching, He Shao practiced the production of the fifth-level energy block desperately. His mental strength also made a breakthrough in the continuous practice. Finally, three days before the final exam, he successfully produced a fifth-level energy block with an efficiency of 75.62%. He was so happy that he jumped down the bed in the dormitory.

During this period, Sheng Heng could not meet his junior brother in the cafeteria, so he went to Yan Hao twice on the pretext of changing parts for his mecha. Every time Yan Hao came, he hurriedly changed the parts and left. His perfunctory attitude made Sheng Heng a little hurt. At the same time, he also deeply understood that in the eyes of his junior brother, he was not as good as scientific research.

"Oh." Sheng Heng couldn't help but sigh.

"Missing about the little cutie again?" Cheng Wenkang guessed the reason immediately when he saw his boss sighing.

"I told you not to call me cutie." Sheng Heng glared at him.

"Boss, it's useless for you to control me. If you have the ability, then control them." Cheng Wenkang pointed behind him.

Behind him were the students of the Mecha Driving Department who had just finished a day's class. They were all sweating and looked exhausted.

"This class is so tiring. My hands are sore. I miss my little cutie."

"Since I got this little cutie, my fingers no longer feel sore."

"Thanks to this little cutie, I can practice two more hours a day on average."

"Let's go pick up the cutie together."

“Crack.”

Hearing the unusual noise, Cheng Wenkang quickly held someone down and said, "Boss, calm down. It's ok to crush the back of the chair, but if you break your classmate's neck, you will go to jail."

"How can they talk like that?" What does it mean to flirt with a little cutie?

"That's not what they meant. They wanted to flirt with the little cutie. No, they wanted to flirt with the potion. They didn't really want to flirt with the little cutie. They don't even know who the little cutie is." Cheng Wenkang consoled, "Only you who know the identity of the little cutie have this opportunity."

Since the muscle soothing herb bag developed by Yan Hao was announced on the Star Network, it has been widely used among mecha warriors. With more use, people naturally became closer to the developer of the herb bag. Later, no one knew who started it, but the muscle soothing herb bag was no longer called the cute herb bag, and was directly changed to the cute herb bag. So that after every training session, the conversation just now could be heard among the mecha students.

These words were nothing, they were just a way for everyone to express their affection for the cute pharmacist, but to Sheng Heng, these words sounded wrong. In the past month, whenever the mecha class was over, he would get angry.

Sheng Heng calmed down, but his mood was not very high: "He will only be a sophomore in half a year."

"That's right, just wait until your sophomore year. In your sophomore year, you will learn how to make and repair mechas. At that time, every mecha maker must be paired with at least one student from our mecha driving department. When the time comes, you can try to win over my junior brother, so you'll have the opportunity to get in touch with him," said Cheng Wenkang.

"You're not the one who tells me." Sheng Heng thought for a moment and suddenly said, "But usually people in the same grade are paired up. Tell me, should I..."

"Fail a grade." Cheng Wenkang said.

Sheng Heng didn't say anything, seeming to agree.

"It's better not to do it. If Brother Yan knew that you were repeating a grade in college, he would come and beat you up." Cheng Wenkang advised earnestly.

"No, for them, it doesn't matter whether I repeat a grade or not. I can't go to the battlefield anyway." There was a hint of bitterness in Sheng Heng's eyes.

How did the topic come to this point? Cheng Wenkang thought to himself that this was not good.

"It's time for lunch, boss. Let's go to the cafeteria to eat. If we go at this time, maybe we can run into my junior brothers." Cheng Wenkang tried to change the subject.

"Let's go." Sheng Heng knew that the other party wanted to change the subject, so he didn't expose it and stood up and walked out.

Dormitory of the Mecha Manufacturing Department.

He Shao pulled open Yan Hao's quilt, looked at the person who curled up automatically on the bed because there was no quilt, and pulled him up with a mixture of anger and amusement: "Yan Hao, get up."

"I'm sleepy." Yan Hao was forced to get up, but he still didn't open his eyes.

"Eat before going to sleep. You didn't have dinner yesterday and have been sleeping until now. If you sleep any longer, you will starve to death." He Shao said unhappily.

Since Yan Hao got the intelligent robot, he has devoted himself to the research of the mimicry sensing system. At first, it was fine because he had classes every day. Although Yan Hao has a strong self-study ability and has mastered more knowledge than the freshman courses, he still goes to class. But half a month ago, in order to give students enough time to prepare for the final exams, the school suspended classes.

Yan Hao went crazy after the class was suspended. He stayed in the lab for half a month and never went back to the dormitory. He still had to deliver three meals a day to her. She finally got out last night and went to sleep right after she came back. She slept so deeply that he almost sent her to the infirmary.

"It's okay, I just need to sleep for 26 hours." Yan Hao is very familiar with his current condition. In his previous life, he often conducted research like this without sleep or food. After each research, he would sleep for 26 hours.

"If you don't eat, your stomach will be damaged." He Shao pulled the man off the bed and pressed him on the chair.

"It's okay, it can be cured." With today's medical level, stomach problems are not difficult to cure.

He Shao didn't care about him. He took Yan Hao's clothes and forced them on him, then dragged him out of the dormitory building.

He Shao finally brought him to the cafeteria and found a seat for him to sit down: "Sit here and wait, I'll go get the food."

Yan Hao sat obediently. He had not slept enough. He was fine when he was walking just now, but now he sat down and suddenly felt a little sleepy again. He couldn't help but support his head with his left hand and nodded. But he didn't have much strength and was dozing off. As he was nodding, his left hand suddenly tilted and his head was about to hit the table. A hand suddenly reached out from the side and supported Yan Hao's chin in time.

Yan Hao was very sleepy and didn't notice anything unusual. He just continued to sleep with his chin supported by his hand. He even rubbed his face against it and turned over.

"..." Sheng Heng's lips curled slightly, and he felt that his junior's face was really soft.

"Oh my god, how sleepy are you, little brother? You can even fall asleep now." Cheng Wenkang came over carrying two plates of food.

Just after getting their meal, they habitually looked for the younger brother in the cafeteria. Then, their efforts paid off. The younger brother who had disappeared for half a month finally showed up in the cafeteria today. He and Sheng Heng hurriedly walked towards the younger brother with their plates. When they got closer, they saw that the younger brother was trying to compare the hardness of the aluminum alloy dining table with his knowledge-filled head. Sheng Heng was so scared that he stuffed the plate into him and flew over.

That speed is definitely the speed that can only be displayed by S-level physical fitness.

"Keep your voice down." Sheng Heng glared at Cheng Wenkang without hesitation.

"Don't worry, he can fall asleep in such a noisy cafeteria, so how can he be woken up by me?" Cheng Wenkang sat down opposite the two of them with a nonchalant look.

Sheng Heng rolled his eyes at him.

"Let's eat." Cheng Wenkang pushed Sheng Heng's plate over.

Sheng Heng took a look and didn't move.

"Boss, my little brother is out of danger now, you can take your hands off now," Cheng Wenkang reminded.

Until now, Sheng Heng's right hand is still under Yan Hao's head.

"Eat your meal."

Cheng Wenkang smiled and understood that he was reluctant to take it back. He stopped caring about Sheng Heng and ate his meal. Sheng Heng's palm was always under Yan Hao's head, moving from time to time to touch Yan Hao's warm cheek with his fingertips, as if he had stolen something beloved and wanted to touch it but was afraid of being discovered.

Five minutes later, He Shao came back with a tray and saw Sheng Heng and Cheng Wenkang sitting at the table. He didn't find it strange at all. After all, he and Yan Hao had come to the cafeteria to eat ten times and had met them eight times. He had already guessed that this must be someone with ulterior motives who did it on purpose.

"Falling asleep again?" He Shao put the dinner plate on the dining table, and without saying hello, he went over and pulled Yan Hao up. His movements were so rough that Sheng Heng's face changed.

He held He Shao down and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Call him up to eat." He Shao said.

"Didn't you see how sleepy he was?" Sheng Heng said.

"He hasn't eaten for three meals. Do you want to starve him to death?" He Shao glared back.

Didn't eat for three meals? Sheng Heng was stunned. He Shao took the opportunity to break free from Sheng Heng's hand, grabbed Yan Hao's shoulder and shook him: "Yan Hao, get up and eat."

Yan Hao opened his eyes dazedly, and a pair of chopsticks was stuffed into his hand: "Eat."

"Oh." Yan Hao picked up the chopsticks and started eating obediently. It was unclear whether he was awake or sleepwalking.

"What's wrong with him?" Sheng Heng asked.

"In order to study mimicry, he stayed in seclusion in the laboratory for half a month. He returned to the dormitory yesterday afternoon and slept until just now. I was afraid that he was hungry, so I dragged him out." He Shao gave a brief introduction.

"Half a month. He just returned to the dormitory yesterday. He has been in the lab for the past half a month?" Sheng Heng's face darkened. "Why didn't you stop him?"

"You think I didn't stop him? I dragged him back to the dormitory, thinking he was asleep. But when I woke up the next morning, I found he had gone back home again in the middle of the night." He Shao said angrily, "I can't stay up all night to watch over him."

"My goodness, this is not research at all, this is obsession." Cheng Wenkang was shocked.

"Then why is he still like this after sleeping for so long?" It has been at least twenty hours since yesterday afternoon.

"He said I have to sleep for 26 hours." He Shao couldn't help but complain, "Even his sleep time is so precise. It's obvious that he's experienced. He must have been in seclusion like this before."

"Don't just eat, drink some water." Sheng Heng had been observing Yan Hao's condition. Seeing that he only knew how to eat and didn't drink a sip of water, he couldn't help but hand him the water.

Yan Hao shook his head and suddenly covered his stomach with his left hand.

"What's wrong?" Sheng Heng noticed.

"It hurts." Yan Hao frowned.

"I told you that not eating would damage your stomach." He Shao looked as if he hadn't expected it.

"I'll go buy some medicine." Sheng Heng stood up and went to buy medicine.

"No need." Yan Hao held Sheng Heng, "After dinner, I will go and prepare the medicine myself."

"It's better to take ready-made medicines from the hospital for stomach problems, as they work quickly." Pharmacists were born after humans awakened their spiritual power, so most of the medicines prepared by pharmacists are for spiritual power. For ordinary physical diseases, people still habitually go to the hospital for treatment. Of course, if pharmacists want, they can also prepare medicines for the symptoms based on their own understanding of the properties of the medicines. However, the effect of medicines prepared in this way in treating diseases like stomach problems is not as good as ready-made medicines developed by science and technology.

Therefore, people will only ask pharmacists to prepare relevant medicines when the finished medicines are ineffective or they don’t want to leave side effects.

"My stomach medicine is no longer effective." Yan Hao said subconsciously.

As soon as he finished speaking, the three people at the table were all stunned. With the current medical technology, how bad would the stomach have to be for the finished medicine to be useless?

"After dinner, let's go to the hospital." Sheng Heng made the final decision.

So after dinner, Yan Hao, who wanted to go back to sleep, was dragged to the hospital by the three men. After a series of examinations, he was completely awake. When he figured out why he was in the hospital, Yan Hao felt terrible.

He was confused because of sleep and said the wrong thing. In his previous life, he often did experiments and had irregular diet, so his stomach was bad, but it was not the case in this life. He wanted to explain, but looking at the solemn faces of the three people, he knew that they would not believe him, so he simply waited for the results of the hospital's examination.

The test results would be out within half an hour, and everyone waited in the examination room until a nurse came and led them into the doctor's office.

"Yan Hao, right?" A middle-aged doctor, about fifty years old, holding a report in his hand.

"Yeah." Yan Hao nodded.

"Check your stomach?" The middle-aged doctor frowned. "There's nothing wrong with your stomach. It's just a little cramp. Just eat on time. You don't need to come to the hospital."

After hearing what the doctor said, Sheng Heng's solemn expression finally relaxed.

"Then why did you just say that the finished medicine is no longer effective for your stomach? We thought there was something wrong with your stomach." He Shao said unhappily.

"I was still sleepy at that time, so I might have said something wrong in my daze." Yan Hao touched his nose guiltily.

"Doctor, does he have any other problems with his body?" Sheng Heng asked worriedly.

"It's not a big problem, just a little too tired. You will be fine after a few days of rest." said the doctor.

Sheng Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was already three in the afternoon when the four of them came out of the hospital. They didn't buy a box of medicine, but they wasted half an afternoon.

But Yan Hao was quite happy, and he was laughing the whole time after he came out of the hospital. So this is what it feels like to have someone accompany you to see a doctor.

"How dare you laugh?" He Shao was so angry that he was about to poke Yan Hao's head, but Sheng Heng blocked it unnoticeably.

He Shao glanced at him sideways and curled his lips in annoyance. "You block it. I'll continue to poke it when we get back to the dormitory. Come back to block it if you have the guts."

"Stop laughing, stop laughing." Yan Hao hid behind Sheng Heng and waved his hands repeatedly.

The four of them walked back laughing and joking. When they were about to separate at the school, Yan Hao suddenly grabbed Sheng Heng's sleeve.

"Senior, can I ask you for a favor? It may take up some of your time." Yan Hao asked nervously, as if he was afraid that Sheng Heng would not agree.

The other two people who saw this scene rolled their eyes collectively: You are not nervous at all, the person you are holding is probably wishing for it.

"Now?" Sheng Heng's eyes lit up.

Sure enough, this can't wait.

"No, not now. You can help after the final exam. It may take most of the day." Yan Hao said.

"Okay, I'll come find you when the time comes." It's only been half a day.

"Then I'll wait for you, senior." Yan Hao nodded happily.

"Well, wait for me."

The two people on the side couldn't stand it anymore. Isn't it just helping each other? Why do these lines sound so sour?

The author has something to say: Back in the dormitory, He Shao poked Yan Hao on the head.

Yan Hao:? ?

He Shao: Finally got it.