After the morning class ended, Professor Qin called Yan Hao over alone and handed him a piece of information.
"Here are the study materials and some homework from last week. Although you didn't come to class, you can't fall behind in your studies. Finish them and hand them in to me next Monday," said Professor Qin.
Yan Hao took the information without even looking at it, and agreed immediately: "Teacher, don't worry, I will definitely complete it well."
Professor Qin nodded with satisfaction. Yan Hao was his favorite type of student. He was smart, modest, hardworking and obedient. He was simply too pleasing to be true. "By the way, you are going to do an internship with Professor Pang this weekend, right?"
"Yeah." Yan Hao nodded.
"Then there's no rush for the homework. Give it to me two days later." Professor Qin said.
"It's okay, I'll do it when I get home in the evening. It shouldn't take much time." Yan Hao never felt pressured about homework.
"..." Professor Qin suddenly felt that he might not have assigned enough homework.
He Shao returned to his seat holding last night's memories. He Shao had already packed up his textbooks and was waiting for him. "What does Professor Qin want to see you for?"
"This." Yan Hao showed the information in his hand to He Shao.
"Isn't this last week's homework? Did the professor ask you to make up the homework?"
"Um."
"Hey, do you want to copy?" He Shao laughed.
Yan Hao looked at him in silence.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm having a rare opportunity to copy your homework." He Shao felt a little guilty when Yan Hao looked at him. "Besides, copying each other's homework is an effective way to consolidate friendship."
"Really?" Yan Hao was suspicious.
"If you don't believe me, just ask anyone." He Shao grabbed a classmate who was passing by and asked, "Lang Ge, can copying each other's homework help strengthen our friendship?"
Lang Ge was suddenly pulled and looked confused. He looked at Yan Hao and then at He Shao and asked, "He Shao, you can come up with such an excuse to copy Yan Hao's homework?"
"Bullshit, I'm the one who wants to give the homework to Yan Hao to copy." He Shao said angrily.
"Haha." These two words expressed endless ridicule and suspicion.
"Get out!" He Shao angrily drove the man away.
Lan Ge staggered two steps after being pushed by him. Before leaving, he turned back to remind Yan Hao: "Yan Hao, don't let He Shao copy his homework. This kid just wants to be lazy."
"Why don't you get out of here?" He Shao was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.
Lang Ge ran out laughing, and Yan Hao was also amused and smiled.
He Shao was angry for a while when he saw Yan Hao laughing, but he was suddenly amused: "This person's inherent thinking is really terrible. Just because you are a genius student, no one will believe that you would copy other people's homework."
"It's really scary." Just like before, everyone around him thought he was a bad guy, so no matter what he did, it was bad.
"I was wronged because of you. Please treat me to lunch today." He Shao said.
"Okay, let's go back to the dormitory first..." As he was speaking, Yan Hao's computer terminal suddenly rang, indicating that there was an incoming email.
Yan Hao opened the email, glanced at it quickly, and frowned.
"What's wrong?" He Shao asked when he saw that Yan Hao's expression was not right.
"I have been included in the federal special talent protection program." Yan Hao said in a daze.
"Federal Special Talent Protection Program? When did you apply for it?" He Shao had been with Yan Hao and had never heard him say that he wanted to apply for this.
"I didn't apply." Yan Hao shook his head.
"Did Mr. Pang apply for you?" He Shao said.
"Not my teacher." Yan Hao showed the email to He Shao, "I was not included in the talent protection plan related to mecha manufacturing, but pharmacy."
"What?!" He Shao stared at the three huge words "Pharmaceutics" in the email and immediately realized that something was wrong. "What's going on? Although this talent protection plan sounds like a good thing, once your application is approved and you are included in the federal special talent pool, you can only study pharmacy for the rest of your life. And after graduation, you must work in a federal research institute for at least 30 years."
Yan Hao also knew this rule. He scrolled to the end of the email and found the contact number of the Federal Agency for the Protection of Special Talents. He dialed the number and the call was quickly connected.
"Hello, this is the Federal Talent Protection Program Center. May I ask who you are?" A female staff member in uniform appeared in the video.
"Hello, I'm Yan Hao. You just sent me an email saying that I've joined the federal special talent protection program."
"Wait a moment, I'll check." After searching for a while, the staff quickly found Yan Hao's name in the system, "Yes, I found your name. Congratulations, Mr. Yan Hao, you are now one of the special talents of the Federation."
The staff members had sincere smiles on their faces and sincerely congratulated Yan Hao.
"But I haven't applied for talent protection. Did you make a mistake?" Yan Hao asked hurriedly.
The staff member was stunned, obviously not expecting to encounter such a situation: "Wait a moment, I will check the application record."
This time the query took a long time. After about five minutes, the staff member said, "Your application for talent protection was submitted on your behalf by your parents. Your parents submitted all your pharmacy-related grades in high school, which were excellent. In addition, you recently produced high-purity level 6 sedatives at the No. 3 Deserted Planet Base. Our staff also contacted the pharmacist at the base. After confirming that everything was correct, we approved your application as quickly as possible."
"But I didn't apply for it?" Yan Hao asked, "It's not me who applied for it, can I cancel it?"
"Your parents have provided all the documents required for the application. The procedures are complete and there is no problem," said the staff.
"Then can I cancel now? I don't want to join this plan." Yan Hao said.
Yan Hao's answer seemed to annoy the staff on the other side. The staff member visibly sank and his tone became impolite: "Mr. Yan Hao, the Federal Special Talent Protection Plan is a benefit and honor given by the Federation to special talents. You can't apply for it whenever you want or cancel it whenever you want. Besides, do you know how many people apply for it every year? So please cherish it."
After that, the communication was suddenly interrupted.
"Didn't your parents tell you in advance when they applied for you?" He Shao asked puzzledly, "No, that's not right. Even if your parents or the school applied on your behalf, they still need your authorization letter."
Yan Hao quickly logged into the federal talent pool and applied to transfer his application record.
The application records were quickly retrieved, and Yan Hao saw an extremely serious application form in a pile of materials, an application form signed with his name.
"What... is going on?" He Shao was also confused. He recognized the handwriting. It was indeed Yan Hao's handwriting.
"In the first semester of my senior year, Yan Fei and I applied for the Special Talent Protection Program together." For Yan Hao now, this happened more than ten years ago and he just remembered it.
During the three years of high school, Yan Fei's talent in pharmacy gradually emerged. The teacher who taught them pharmacy at the time admired Yan Fei very much and said that Yan Fei had a special talent for pharmacy and could try to apply for the Federal Special Talent Protection Program. Once the application was successful, it would be a great honor for the school and family.
Yan Fei listened to the teacher's advice and went home to prepare the materials. At that time, he was still competing with Yan Fei, so he also prepared an application and gave it to his parents. But wasn't that application rejected? Was this application still there?
"That happened a year ago, but the information was clearly submitted last week." He Shao pointed to the date on it.
"..." Yan Hao didn't say anything.
"Damn, it's impossible that they didn't even give it to you a year ago." Apart from this reason, He Shao couldn't think of any other reason.
At that time, Yan Hao did everything to compete with Yan Fei, so after Yan Fei failed in his application for special talents, he didn't care too much about his own failure. He just thought that it was okay as long as Yan Fei's application was passed and he was not selected, so he didn't ask about this matter in depth.
"So what are they going to do now? Do they really want you to go back to study pharmacy?" He Shao couldn't understand the family's train of thought. "You are studying mecha manufacturing well, why do they want you to go back to study pharmacy?"
"I don't know either." In addition to confusion, Yan Hao also felt fear.
Is it the power of the plot? Is it the plot correcting its own deviation? If it is the power of the plot, what should I do?
Whenever he thought about leaving the Mecha Manufacturing Department and returning to the School of Pharmacy, Yan Hao trembled with resistance.
I don't want to go back to study pharmacy. I want to study mecha manufacturing. I want to stay in the mecha manufacturing department. I want to be with my current classmates. I want to be senior Sheng Heng's mecha partner. I want to make more powerful mechas.
"He Shao, I don't want to leave here. I want to continue learning mecha manufacturing." Yan Hao looked at He Shao helplessly.
"Hao." He Shao grabbed Yan Hao's hand and said, "Don't worry, we'll find a way. You just submitted your application, and you're not a well-known figure in the Federation. Let's use our connections and go through the back door, and maybe we can get our application back."
"Really?"
What He Shao said was true, but it was not easy to find a network that could shake up the federal government. Just as He Shao was about to agree, another communication came in from Yan Hao's optical computer terminal.
【Shengheng.】
When He Shao saw Sheng Heng calling, his eyes lit up immediately. He remembered that Sheng Heng seemed to have connections in the military. Without waiting for Yan Hao to react, He Shao raised his hand and pressed the answer button.
Sheng Heng’s avatar immediately appeared on the screen: “Xiao Hao, why didn’t you come…what’s wrong with you?!”
The moment Sheng Heng saw Yan Hao's expression clearly, his whole aura changed and his eyes were so sharp that they could almost penetrate the space.
"Senior~~"
Sheng Heng had heard Yan Hao call him "senior" countless times, but never as helpless as today. He felt like a young animal forced into a corner, unable to resist and could only whine.
"Wait for me to come over." Sheng Heng said decisively.
Five minutes later, Sheng Heng and Cheng Wenkang arrived together.
"What happened?" As soon as he entered the room, Sheng Heng grabbed Yan Hao's hand, looking at his red eyes, white lips, and the frighteningly cold aura on his body.
In He Shao's impression, Sheng Heng was a gentle and tolerant person, but at this moment, facing Sheng Heng's overwhelming momentum, he couldn't help but feel a chill on his back.
"Yan Hao was included in the special talent protection program for pharmacy. His family did it behind Yan Hao's back..." He Shao narrated the whole story in a concise manner.
"Damn, how can this be possible? How is mecha manufacturing not better than alchemy? Why do they have to force Yan Hao to go back to study alchemy?" Cheng Wenkang couldn't help but complain.
"Who said it wasn't?" He Shao said with deep sympathy.
After understanding the whole story, Sheng Heng's expression eased a lot: "Xiao Hao, it's okay, I'll take care of this matter."
"Really?" Yan Hao held Sheng Heng's hand tightly, confirming in disbelief.
"Yeah." Sheng Heng curved his lips and showed a soothing smile, "I'm here, if you want to learn mecha manufacturing, then learn mecha manufacturing. If you don't want to learn potions, then we won't learn it."
“But the federal government…”
"Believe me." Sheng Heng's tone was filled with unquestionable firmness.
"You have connections, can you get in through the back door?" Yan Hao thought about what He Shao said before.
"Yes." Sheng Heng nodded without hesitation, "You are my mecha maker. No one can take you away."
Hearing this, Yan Hao's gray eyes gradually brightened up: "It's agreed that I'm yours."
“……”Cheng Wenkang.
“…”He Shao.
"It's settled." Sheng Heng smiled.
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