Chen Ci read through the chat records and all the logs written by Chen Nian.

He closed the virtual screen on the terminal, and for a moment he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.

Chen Nian writes in an unrestrained manner, as if one can be brought into the story through the words and truly see what happened.

Compared with the rich emotions and wanton complaints between the lines of his brother's words, Chen Ci's words are so cold that they do not contain a trace of warmth.

I don’t remember how old I was, but the phrase I heard most often was: Your Highness, why don’t you smile?

I don't know what's so funny about Chen Ci.

It is difficult for him to get emotional. No matter what he faces, his heart is always calm.

The monthly physical examinations did not make him angry, and the life confined in the White Tower made it difficult for him to hate. Even his miraculous encounter with Chen Nian did not make him excited at all.

He always accepts reality calmly, no matter how shocking it is.

Even when he proposed to swap clothes with Chen Nian and come to the dungeon for the first time wearing his brother's clothes, Chen Ci didn't know what the excitement or worry was.

Chen Ci knew that he was probably abnormal.

He is unable to feel joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, and always watches everything that happens with cold indifference.

Smiles or tears have never appeared in his life.

Over time, the people around him got used to this. After several tests, researchers at Base XII concluded that he had congenital emotional deficiency.

This may be one of the reasons why he and Shafla are so compatible but are completely insensitive to pheromones.

Even the 10,000 Augie that Fu Tianhe earned from working late into the night to buy him a pass, and the fight with other Alphas to help September out of trouble, did not make Chen Ci feel anything like being moved.

But Chen Ci was very clear about one thing, he didn't like Fu Tianhe's blind giving, nor could he accept it as a matter of course.

Chen Ci opened the drawer, reached deep inside, and pulled out a brown paper box.

In the box was a pair of earplugs and an eye mask, which Fu Tianhe gave him.

Chen Ci had no need for it in the White Pagoda, and he had long been accustomed to the noise outside the window, so he put it away before leaving.

The ugly plush bear was placed alone in the corner of the bed, feeling neglected. It was obvious that Chen Nian thought it was a nuisance and took up space.

Chen Ci reached out and hugged the bear back. He opened the chat box with Fu Tianhe, hesitated for a moment, and finally said nothing and stood up.

Fu Tianhe got off the tram, walked through the busy streets, and came to a low-lying area that had been completely occupied by illegally built huts.

Almost all the homeless people in Information Processing Area No. 13 gathered here. The cost of building a temporary residence was very low. All it required was a large plastic shed, a few wooden sticks for support, and a few electric wires.

The stacking of tents, some high and some low, creates a unique scene in the slum that is different from other places.

Fu Tianhe has lived here for four months and has not felt out of place. To be honest, this place is pretty good among all the places he has lived in before.

At least there is water and electricity and it is close to the garbage dump.

Fu Tianhe lowered his head and crawled through the hanging cables that were about to fall. When he passed by the dilapidated street lamp, his right eye showed a bright inorganic gold color, which was definitely not a real eye could have.

But no one would be surprised, after all, there are many disabled people living in this area.

The loss of the right eye has a great impact on vision. Fu Tianhe cannot see anything on the right side of his body and has to turn around to pay attention.

Fortunately, he has gotten used to it over the past decade or so.

It seems that he has completely forgotten the pain he felt when he was a child and wanted to die.

As Fu Tianhe walked, he couldn't help but open the chat interface with "September" for the one hundred and eighty-fourth time today.

The last message in the chat box was still sent by him.

September seems to be very busy these days, and it takes a long time for him to reply to every message I send.

When will I be able to return, and what will I return with?

Fu Tianhe found it difficult to describe how he felt at that moment. Perhaps it was like a bug crawling in his heart? The tiny feet felt itchy when they brushed past him, but it was painful when they pierced into his heart.

Fu Tianhe walked to the depths of the depression, turned and entered a side path, and came to his own low hut.

He opened the curtain, and the moment the gray figure came into view, he could hardly believe what he saw.

The Omega boy was sitting on a worn-out sofa, fiddling with the small wooden statue he had casually carved the night before.

He took off his duckbill cap and put it aside. He pulled the black mask down to his chin, which, together with his soft black hair, made his face look porcelain white. His eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow on his cheek in the dim light.

The young man was so cool and detached that just by sitting quietly, the simple, low, mottled wall behind him became a specially designed backdrop, cutting up the visual space and making all the chaos look unique.

Just like... a flower quietly blooming in the ruins, turning the corner into a landscape.

Fu Tianhe never expected that he would see September again at this moment a week later.

As his breathing stopped for a moment, his heartbeat became irregular again. Fu Tianhe did not make the same ridiculous mistake as last time when he was hit in the face by the curtain. He quickly took a step forward and went into the house, then raised his hand and touched his face.

Fortunately, the wounds from the beating have healed completely without damaging his handsome face.

But Fu Tianhe forgot that he had just come back from work and his hands were still dirty, and now two black marks appeared on his face.

Chen Ci raised his eyes, met Fu Tianhe's surprised and embarrassed expression, and nodded to him calmly.

He didn't say a word, but Fu Tianhe seemed to understand the meaning of "long time no see" from this simple action.

Fu Tianhe turned on the light and asked, "When did you come?"

"Not long." Chen Ci still held the small wooden statue in his hand. The statue was not yet finished and only the outline of a person could be roughly recognized.

When Fu Tianhe saw what was in his hand, his face began to feel slightly hot. He was glad that he had just made a shape, otherwise he didn't know what Jiu Yue would think if she found out that the wooden statue's eyebrows and eyes looked like his.

"I'm here to pay you back." Chen Ci said.

"Eh?" Fu Tianhe was stunned. "Pay back the money?"

"Well, thanks for the pass."

"Do you have money already?" Fu Tianhe was full of doubts. Just last week, Jiu Yue was blocked in the alley by that hateful Alpha to collect debts.

He waved his hands and said, "Don't force yourself. I'm not in a hurry. Please don't borrow money to pay me back."

"It's not borrowed." Chen Ci didn't say much, just said, "It's money obtained through legitimate channels."

The formal path?

Fu Tianhe couldn't believe that he actually didn't want Jiu Yue to return the money to him. After all, after seeing how the Omega couldn't even afford to eat or have money to take the public bus, who would be willing to let him pay it back?

That’s 10,500 Augie!

Is there any way to get more than 10,000 Auggies in just one week? Fu Tianhe couldn't think of it.

Fu Tianhe asked tentatively: "The blond-haired Alpha..."

"I don't owe him any money."

"That's good." Fu Tianhe automatically understood that he had already paid it back, and said seriously, "If he dares to come over again in the future, just call me. I gave him a good lesson that night."

Chen Ci nodded. A written record is still not as good as seeing it with one's own eyes. After using his mental power to help, Chen Nian had a headache and left in a hurry. He had no idea what happened between Fu Tianhe and Drake that night.

But it looks like he wasn't hurt much.

"Thank you," he said softly.

Fu Tianhe smiled and said, "They are all trivial matters."

Chen Ci stood up, raised his hand to reveal the terminal on his wrist, and motioned Fu Tianhe to take out the terminal as well.

Seeing that Chen Ci was determined, Fu Tianhe said nothing more and took a few steps forward.

Chen Ci adjusted the transfer mode, and the two of them finally got together. With a beep, 10,500 Auggie was transferred to Fu Tianhe.

Chen Ci came here specifically to pay Fu Tianhe back.

According to his understanding, with Fu Tianhe's skills, working as a mechanic in the factory in Information Processing Area No. 13, the salary should be quite good.

Despite this, Fu Tianhe still lived in the slums, with his food and drink expenses at the lowest level, and he still had to make spare parts to supplement his family income.

Apparently he had other huge expenses.

Just like Chen Nian could earn a large sum of money from her salary at the nightclub and various performance awards, after deducting the cost of buying powerful inhibitors and Jiang Dai's medical expenses, there would not be much left.

Fu Tianhe accepted it, but still a little worried: "Is the remaining money enough to live on?"

"It's enough."

Fu Tianhe nodded and said no more, then asked, "Have you been busy these days?"

"Yeah." Chen Ci knew that he was tapping on the side and asking why he didn't reply in time, "I'm done now."

Another topic was ended, and Aipeng fell into silence again.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Fu Tianhe didn't want Chen Ci to leave like this, so he quickly looked for a new topic: "By the way, didn't you say before that you wanted to learn how to use a machine tool? It just so happens that I have time now, do you want to come?"

"Okay." Chen Ci came to the machine tool. The wooden shelf that originally held many parts was now empty. It was obvious that Fu Tianhe had just sold a batch not long ago.

Chen Ci put the small wooden statue aside and reached out.

Fu Tianhe quickly put away the wooden statue, thinking that next time he would be sure to hide his crazy behavior well so that Jiuyue would not see it.

"Let's start with the most basic." Fu Tianhe washed his hands and wiped them casually on his clothes.

Chen Ci looked at him steadily and pointed at Fu Tianhe's face.

Fu Tianhe subconsciously wiped it with the back of his hand, and saw a very obvious black spot on the back of his hand.

Fu Tianhe: ………………

What! When did his face become so dirty!

Did he have a sullen face while talking to September just now?

...Knowing this news was more painful to him than death.

Fu Tianhe hurried to the bathroom again. When he came back, he was so clean that even his temples were wet.

Chen Ci handed over the towel.

"Thank you." Fu Tianhe wiped himself again. The black on his face disappeared, replaced by a light red.

"Okay, today is our first formal class. Let's start with the basics. Do you still remember the machine tool components I taught you before?"

Chen Ci nodded, stretched out his hand, pointed to different parts of the machine tool, and accurately stated the names of all the buttons on the power control area, system control panel, and machine tool control panel.

Fu Tianhe was a little surprised. There were quite a lot of buttons on the machine tool. Chen Ci spoke very quickly and was so experienced that it seemed like he had used it many times.

And he had only taught September once, and that was a week ago.

You have to know that Jiuyue had never come into contact with related equipment before, so her memory is too exaggerated.

"Okay, very good." Fu Tianhe felt that he could skip this step. After thinking for a while, he said, "In that case, let's just learn programming."

“Before writing a program, we need to know what needs to be made, which requires a detailed analysis of the material, shape, size, accuracy and blank shape of the part, as well as the relevant heat treatment requirements…”

Chen Ci listened quietly. Fu Tianhe is definitely a good teacher. He explains things in a simple and profound way and demonstrates them to Chen Ci with practical operations, which is very easy to understand.

Fu Tianhe's theoretical knowledge is very solid, and his system is complete and clear. With his level, he should not be just a mechanic.

The box under the machine tool containing raw materials and waste parts was empty. Fu Tianhe searched for a long time but could not find any materials suitable for demonstration to Chen Ci.

He scratched his hair awkwardly, stood up, and said, "We sold a batch of components last night, and we've run out of materials. How about we go pick some up now?"