The appearance of Cheng Wenkang broke the charming atmosphere in the room, although this charm only appeared unilaterally on Sheng Heng's side.

After tying his belt again, Sheng Heng walked to the door and opened it. In addition to seeing the chubby boy running away not far away, he also saw the takeaway hanging on the door handle.

Sheng Heng brought the takeaway in and handed it to Yan Hao: "Eat."

Yan Hao took the lunch box. His stomach, which was not very hungry at first, suddenly became active under the temptation of the aroma of the food. It gurgled for a long time.

Yan Hao blushed and covered his stomach embarrassedly.

"You're so hungry, and you don't even know how to eat." Sheng Heng tapped his junior's head lovingly.

"I'll eat now." Yan Hao put the takeaway on the table where he usually drew drawings, carefully moved the drawings away, and then sat down to eat.

The food Cheng Wenkang bought was quite sufficient, including three dishes, one soup, and two large portions of rice. This was a prudent choice he made after fully considering the possibility that his eldest son might want to have another meal for love.

Yan Hao was very hungry. He took a bite of the lunch box. After he finished eating, he remembered Sheng Heng and looked up to ask him, "Senior, do you want to eat with us?"

Sheng Heng had eaten lunch, and just now, so he was not hungry at this time. However... Sheng Heng's eyes fell on the rice grains at the corner of Yan Hao's mouth, which were accidentally stained by Yan Hao when he lowered his head to eat rice. There was only one grain, white as jade, crystal clear, sticking to the corner of his mouth.

Unable to help himself, Sheng Heng walked over, bent down, stretched out his hand, and took off the white rice stuck to the corner of Yan Hao's mouth. Yan Hao was obviously stunned for a moment, staring with big eyes, not understanding what the senior had just done. It was at this time that Sheng Heng suddenly reacted and realized what he had just done. He had a guilty conscience, and no matter how thick-skinned he was, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"You, there are rice grains at the corners of your mouth." Yan Hao stood up and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Oh, did I get food on my face?" Yan Hao blushed in embarrassment, thinking that it was too embarrassing for an adult like him to get food on his face. He quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks and rubbed his face.

"No more, just this one." The awkward atmosphere was gone, and Sheng Heng breathed a sigh of relief but also felt a little regretful. In fact, although it was awkward just now, it would be good if the junior brother could realize something.

Yan Hao smiled shyly, then took out a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Sheng Heng: "Senior, let's eat together."

"No, I've already had lunch." Sheng Heng shook his head and said, "Just eat your meal. I'll go and do the punch again."

Sheng Heng walked back to where he was standing just now, glanced at Yan Hao, and saw that he was eating with his head down. Then he quickly took off his pants and started practicing fighting skills.

Fifteen minutes later, the martial arts rehearsal was over. Sheng Heng learned this martial arts from his father and brother. It was a kind of military boxing, very practical and very physically demanding to practice. After practicing twice in a row, Sheng Heng was sweating all over, but he felt refreshed.

He grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat off his face, then put on his pants. Sheng Heng was about to go to the place where he had just eaten to find Yan Hao, but when he looked up, he found that Yan Hao was already squatting next to the robot.

This guy, I guess he didn’t eat well and just kept staring at me boxing.

"How is it? Is the data usable? Do you need me to practice it again?" Sheng Heng walked over and squatted beside Yan Hao.

"It works. The data collected this time is much more accurate than before." Yan Hao nodded.

"As long as it works." Sheng Heng smiled and was about to go back to put on his coat, but he saw Yan Hao staring at him.

"What's wrong? Is there any other problem?" Sheng Heng asked.

"Senior, do you have a partner?" Although it was clearly a question, Yan Hao's tone was very firm.

Sheng Heng was stunned. Where did this rumor come from?

"Where did you hear that? Senior is still single." Sheng Heng asked half to clarify, half to inquire.

"No? I guessed wrong." After saying that, Yan Hao stopped worrying about this problem and turned to continue studying the data. He tapped the keyboard lightly with his fingers a few times, and the data on the virtual screen scrolled rapidly.

Guess? What gave you this wrong guess?

"Why do you think I have a partner?" Sheng Heng felt that he had to figure this out. His junior was already ignorant and not very smart, so if he still thought he had a partner, how could he pursue him?

"I just... guessed randomly." Yan Hao.

"Junior brother, you are not the kind of person who would make random guesses. Tell me, what is the reason that made you have this misunderstanding of me?" Sheng Heng tempted.

"Because I smell the scent of animals mating on you." When he mentioned the word "mating", Yan Hao glanced at Sheng Heng a little embarrassedly.

"..." Sheng Heng.

Now that the topic has been opened, the rest is easy to talk about. Yan Hao explained the reason clearly: "This smell is actually a relatively high concentration of testosterone mixed with sweat. When I was studying pharmacy, I did a period of investigation. This smell is generally produced during animal mating. Of course, a certain degree of exercise can also stimulate the secretion of male hormones, but 80% of them are animals that have mated before. Because animals that have had mating experience will have an illusion in their bodies during exercise that they are mating, and thus secrete the same pheromones. The same is true for humans. I just smelled a strong scent of testosterone on you, so I thought so."

"..." Someone felt as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head, and the water was dirty.

"I didn't!" Sheng Heng's face turned green and blue, but he still defended himself.

"Yes, I know that the senior is single." Yan Hao nodded.

"That's not what I meant."

Yan Hao was stunned. Why did the senior look a little angry? Was he blaming himself for making random guesses without being rigorous?

"I mean..." Not only do I not have a partner, I don't even have that.

But Sheng Heng opened his mouth several times but was too embarrassed to say it out loud. He could only repeat it harshly, "I just didn't."

"I... I know. I'm sorry." Yan Hao didn't know what he said wrong, but Sheng Heng was unhappy, so he apologized subconsciously.

After his apology, the annoyance and embarrassment on Sheng Heng's face all turned into discouragement. From Yan Hao's expression, Sheng Heng knew that Yan Hao didn't care about his answer to this matter, that is, whether he had a partner, whether he was single, whether he had ever had that, he didn't care. An unprecedented sense of frustration swept over him, making Sheng Heng extremely frustrated.

Can I really make him understand?

"You didn't do anything wrong, no need to apologize." Facing Yan Hao's cautious gaze, Sheng Heng softened his heart, "I will continue to work hard."

Who made me fall in love with such a person? I can only take it slow.

"What are you working hard for?" Yan Hao asked subconsciously.

Trying hard to make you like me.

"Try to make yourself more likable." Sheng Heng changed his words.

"Senior is already very likable." Yan Hao said.

"Do you think I'm likable?" Sheng Heng looked at Yan Hao, and the frustrated mood he had just had seemed better.

"Um."

"So do you like me?"

"I like him." Yan Hao answered without hesitation. Sheng Heng was the first friend he met after his rebirth. He was the one who showed him the way when he was almost late for the exam. He was the first person who trusted him unconditionally and was willing to let him repair the mecha. He was the one who introduced business to him when he was short of money. Just thinking about it casually, Yan Hao found that Sheng Heng seemed to have helped him a lot in just a few months. "Senior, I like you."

"thumping!"

Sheng Heng felt as if his heart was about to explode. An unprecedented joy dispelled his previous discouragement and cheered him up again.

"I'll remember what you said." Sheng Heng said these seven words very seriously.

"Yeah." Yan Hao nodded heavily, as if he was afraid that Sheng Heng would not believe him, and repeated, "No matter what others think, I think you are a good person, and I will always like you."

Yan Hao had never thought that Sheng Heng would be so unconfident. He always thought that he was the only one who was not liked. Because of his experience in the previous life, he could best understand the feeling of being disliked. No matter how powerful a person is or how indifferent he appears to be, deep down, no one does not want to be liked. That is why he had to tell Sheng Heng so loudly, clearly, and repeatedly that he liked him.

So seniors, don’t feel inferior, don’t be sad, and don’t doubt yourself, because there are people who like you.

Junior, you are "confessing" to me, right? (He Shao: "You are shameless.")

"Okay, continue with your work. I'll bring you dinner in the evening." Sheng Heng smiled and rubbed Yan Hao's head. Although the word "like" just now was not what he expected, he was still very happy.

"No need. There was a lot in the meal just now. I didn't finish it. I can have another meal in the evening." Yan Hao said.

"Then I'll come over to remind you to eat, so your alarm doesn't go off again."

Yan Hao thought of the lie he had just told and immediately lowered his head in embarrassment.

Sheng Heng stood up with a smile, put on his clothes, and helped Yan Hao organize the leftover food and put it in the freezer before leaving the laboratory.

dormitory.

Cheng Wenkang was lying on the bed watching the Star program. When he saw Sheng Heng come in, his first reaction was: Oh my god, it’s over in such a short time?

Then he changed his mind and felt that something was not right. With the boss's physical condition, it shouldn't be over in such a short time. Could it be that he had interrupted his good thing?

Sensing this possibility, Cheng Wenkang immediately explained with a strong desire to survive: "Boss, you really can't blame me for what happened just now. You said you wanted to do that, but why did you ask me to buy food for you? You knew I was going to deliver food, but you didn't even lock the door. It's really... I am only half responsible at most."

"Shut up!" Sheng Heng threw a book over in annoyance, "We were just collecting data."

"What data? Data about that thing?" Cheng Wenkang hinted at something.

"Do you want to die?" Sheng Heng threw another book over.

Cheng Wenkang dodged with a smile: "I told you that you look like a fool, you guys shouldn't develop so fast."

Sheng Heng ignored Cheng Wenkang and took out a bag of herbs from the cabinet. He took a basin, poured hot water, waited for the medicinal effect to dissipate, and then soaked his hands in it. He had final exams in the past few days, and his fingers were a little tired. He also had to practice fighting skills with a mecha tomorrow, so he needed to recover in advance.

"Boss, your finger hurts again?" Cheng Wenkang asked.

"No, just a little sore." Sheng Heng shook his head.

"After the final exams last semester, if I remember correctly, your fingers should have been swollen. This time it's just a little sore, all thanks to the herb bag I gave you," said Cheng Wenkang.

"Hmm." Sheng Heng felt the power of the medicine coming from his fingertips, waves of warmth, very similar to the feeling when Yan Hao was massaging him.

"I heard from my classmates that their hand speed has improved to a certain extent. In this final exam, everyone did well in the practical test." Cheng Wenkang said with a good feeling, "I think I can get an A."

"With the help of the medicine, everyone's hand injuries have been alleviated to a great extent." Sheng Heng said, "Uncle Yue said that if we can soak the hands in the medicine once every three days, as long as the injuries are not accidental and the mechas are operated normally, the soldiers' fingers can even be kept in the best condition."

"But isn't Brother Yan's hand still injured?" The Brother Yan that Cheng Wenkang was referring to was Sheng Heng's eldest brother, Sheng Yan. Sheng Yan was eight years older than Sheng Heng and was a Federation Level 8 Mecha Master. In the Federation, mecha warriors above Level 7 would have a special pharmacist to help maintain their fingers.

"Brother, that's an old injury. Even if there are medicines to relieve it now, it can't be cured, just like... my hand." After saying this, Sheng Heng's tone became low.

"Brother Heng...medicine is so advanced now, maybe there will be a turning point when we go back this time." Cheng Wenkang said cautiously.

"Yeah." Sheng Heng smiled, not wanting to continue this topic. "I won't have dinner with you, you can eat by yourself."

"Why?"

"I made an appointment with my junior."

"Let me make it clear in advance. Don't even think about me buying you dinner." Cheng Wenkang shouted loudly, and he and Sheng Heng tacitly agreed not to mention the hand injury again.

The author has something to say: A long time later.

Sheng Heng: You were the one who confessed to me first.

Yan Hao: Yes, it’s me.

He Shao: You shameless bastard!