Charles Lee's day starts at seven in the morning.
Golden sunlight poured into the Lucui Sanatorium, and he drew the curtains and opened the windows on time.
The place on the bed that belonged to another person had been empty for nearly a month, but Charles would make it smooth every day and take the pillow out to air it every week.
Next to the freshly dried pillow was a half-human-height dog doll.
That was the trophy Luo Yuan got from a stall selling shooting cans when he went to the desert market one time.
After the little soldier was hit by four bullets, the boss immediately handed over the biggest doll without saying a word and asked the person to leave the stall.
The little soldier couldn't put it down.
"Mr. Charles can keep it beside his bed as if it were me while I'm away on a mission!"
But most of the time, Luo Yuan would sleep with his dog in his arms until twelve o'clock after returning from a mission, and then wander around the kitchen in a daze with his dog in his arms to look for food.
The light spots through the latticed window fell on the dog's erect ears, and Charles couldn't help but think of the ahoge on Luo Yuan's head.
It feels as soft as a doll.
Look around.
This simple bedroom that originally belonged to him now has a lot more things in it.
Game peripherals, figures, virtual idol Coko’s concert album, and mecha parts of different models.
Before he knew it, it had taken up most of the space, pushing his medical books to the edge of the table.
Charles took a look at the things and smiled faintly.
…
At half past seven, Charles entered the kitchen and began to make breakfast.
Rye bread, lettuce, tomato, fried beef cubes, chopped onion, and egg.
Today's breakfast is a nutritionally balanced sandwich with raspberry milk and cherries.
Charles made two portions, bringing one to the table and putting the other in a thermos container.
After finishing his breakfast while listening to the students' terrible project reports, Charles put on his coat, picked up his lunch box, and headed to the research tower of the School of Life Sciences.
…
At half past eight, Charles arrived at the research tower.
Recently, scholars from Messiah Headquarters came to Baishaxing to attend a joint seminar.
When Charles arrived, some people had already arrived in the research tower.
Young scholars were surrounding an older professor with a cold look in his eyes, asking for his advice on a new topic.
When Charles walked in, everyone stopped discussing and two younger people greeted him politely.
Charles returned the greetings in turn, nodding to the older man.
"Professor Shen."
His eyes involuntarily fell on the three ring devices on Shen Lu's neck and wrists. After staying there for two seconds, Charles restrained his probing gaze.
The active ring, created by the growth technology of coupling pheromones and mental power, is the most proud achievement of the School of Life Sciences in recent years.
"Charles."
When Shen Lu saw the person coming, his eyes lit up slightly.
"These kids happen to have some questions about the pheromone formula, which I remember is within the scope of your topic."
After saying this, without waiting for the young men to react, he stood up at lightning speed and fled.
Charles, who was surrounded by young people, said: "..."
…
The morning seminar, about the new bionic synaptic technology, started promptly at 9:30.
Shen Lu didn't return to his seat until 9:29.
The circular tiered classroom was packed, and the door was also filled with students who were listening in.
The blond mecha engineer from the manufacturing center was so nervous while giving a presentation on the synaptic connection technology of the new mecha that he dropped three cups in succession and kept apologizing to the organizers.
While Charles was memorizing the new technology that he couldn't even understand, he looked at the legendary mecha master with sympathy.
Are all geniuses of this era so... fresh, unconventional and unique?
Out of doubt, he looked at Chen Lu who didn't remember a single word.
The older man sat quietly, tapping the table with his fingertips, glancing at the terminal from time to time.
Because of signal interference, Chen Lu could not use the latest wrist terminal and could only use the old physical terminal.
There is a light screen that needs to be slid and clicked.
Charles happened to glance at his screen saver.
These days, the only thing that uses the Queen's portrait as a screensaver, besides this person, is probably 1,000 yuan in cash...
Seemed to notice Charles's gaze.
Chen Lu looked up and smiled embarrassedly.
"Can't understand."
Charles nodded in understanding.
——You weren’t listening at all, Professor Shen! !
…
At eleven o'clock, the seminar ended successfully.
Charles packed up his things and said goodbye to Shen Lu.
When I was leaving, I happened to see a group of freshmen in uniforms stealthily gathered outside the grove under the research tower.
"What are you doing?" Charles asked in a deep voice.
The students were startled and turned around to make a "hush" gesture to him.
"We want to ask Master Xingyao for his autograph!" a student said in a whisper.
Charles: “He’s here?”
The students shut up and pointed at the grove at the same time.
Charles looked in the direction they pointed.
In the woods, the blond mecha master who had just stepped down from the podium was buried in the arms of the current Foreign Minister, sobbing on his shoulder:
“Aaaaaah—I’ve completely humiliated the Manufacturing Center, wuwuwu…”
The Foreign Minister patted his head, his face calm, "Where are we going for lunch?"
Charles: “…”
…
At half past eleven, Charles arrived at the first star port of Baisha Star with a food box.
The reporters had already surrounded the place, and the Knights were maintaining order. The old butler of Chenxing Palace was guarding the disembarkation with his personal maid. When they saw him coming, they greeted him from afar.
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