Yan Hao was buried in the parts pile and hadn't come out for a whole day. When it was almost midnight, Pang Lao saw that Yan Hao had no intention of leaving, so he went in and forced him out. When leaving, Yan Hao looked reluctant to leave. Looking at Pang Lao's expression, he looked like a poor little man who was separated from his lover, which made Pang Lao laugh and cry.
"You have classes on Monday, so you can't mess up your schedule over the weekend," Mr. Pang explained unhappily.
Although Yan Hao could learn all the knowledge about mechas from him, Mr. Pang did not want to deprive Yan Hao of his university life.
"The sensor in my hand is only half disassembled." Yan Hao said while holding the half-disassembled sensor in his hand.
The corner of Pang Lao's mouth twitched: "Take it back and dismantle it."
"I'll finish dismantling it here and then go back." Yan Hao suggested.
"Tear it down and then take another one? You're dreaming." This is not the first time that Mr. Pang has accepted students, and he has seen these little tricks more than once or twice.
As expected, a hint of disappointment appeared on Yan Hao's face, and he could only leave the laboratory with the half-disassembled sensor in his hand.
After a good night's sleep, Yan Hao woke up earlier the next day, went to the third canteen to buy the soup dumplings that Mr. Pang liked, and arrived at the bottom of the laboratory building half an hour early. When he and others arrived at the laboratory building, he suddenly remembered that Mr. Pang wanted to meet Sheng Heng, and quickly called him.
Fortunately, Sheng Heng had also gotten up to exercise. When he heard that Mr. Pang was looking for him, he ran from where he was exercising to the laboratory building in less than ten minutes. When Sheng Heng arrived, there were beads of sweat on his forehead, he was panting slightly, and he was hot all over, but his clothes were clean and fresh. It was obvious that he had taken them off during exercise and put them on just now.
"Xiaohao, I'm not late, am I?" Sheng Heng stopped in front of Yan Hao.
"No." Yan Hao shook his head, then raised his hand and pointed at Sheng Heng's right cuff.
Sheng Heng raised his hand and took a look, and found that the button on the cuff of his right hand was not buttoned properly. He quickly tried to button it with his left hand, but his left hand was not as dexterous as his right hand, and he failed to button it properly after several attempts.
"Let me help you." Seeing that Sheng Heng was inconvenient, Yan Hao took a step forward and took the initiative to help Sheng Heng buckle up.
"Okay." Yan Hao raised his head, and his eyes unexpectedly met a pair of smiling eyes. At the same time, a strong smell of male hormones mixed with the smell of sweat hit him in the face. For no reason, Yan Hao felt a little uncomfortable.
"Thank you." Sheng Heng said.
"You're welcome." Yan Hao lowered his head and stepped back. This step back was particularly big.
Sheng Heng's eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything. He just said, "Let's go in."
"Yeah." Yan Hao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Sheng Heng didn't notice his discomfort. He quickly took a few steps, went in and pressed the elevator. Soon, the two arrived at the tenth floor.
After entering the laboratory, Yan Hao left breakfast to Mr. Pang, and after introducing Sheng Heng, Mr. Pang sent him to the parts pile to continue disassembling parts. After Yan Hao left, Mr. Pang found a table everywhere, just like yesterday, and sat down to eat breakfast, while eating, he silently looked at Sheng Heng.
Pang Lao's staring lasted the entire breakfast. He didn't say anything, but just stared at Sheng Heng. It was uncomfortable to be stared at. Normal people would ask a question if they were stared at for more than ten seconds, but Sheng Heng smiled the whole time and just stood there and let Pang Lao stare at him.
"Young man, you are very patient." Mr. Pang picked up a napkin and wiped the soup off his hands.
"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Pang." Sheng Heng responded neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"Xiaohao, let me tell you what I want to talk to you about."
"I said it." Sheng Heng nodded.
"Take out your mecha and let me see if there is anything that can be improved." said Mr. Pang.
"I didn't bring it." Sheng Heng replied.
"What?" Old Pang raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"I didn't bring the mecha with me." Sheng Heng repeated.
"…Did Xiaohao fail to explain it to you clearly, or did you forget to bring it yourself?"
"Neither." Sheng Heng shook his head.
Pang Lao stood up and sat back down again: "You don't want me to improve the mecha for you?"
"There is no one in the entire Federation of Terrorists who would not want the mecha you helped improve."
"Then why are you doing this?"
"I didn't bring my mecha with me for two reasons," Sheng Heng said. "First, I'm only a sophomore, and the Black Soul is only a level 6 mecha. It's really a waste of talent to ask a master-level manufacturing master like you to improve a level 6 mecha. Besides, I already have a partner, and my partner is very good. The mecha he improved is enough for me."
"What about the second reason?"
"Secondly, I know that the reason you want to help me improve the mecha is to repay the favor I did for Xiaohao." Sheng Heng said.
Children from aristocratic families have a lot of thoughts. They are very smart, but Mr. Pang doesn't like them.
"So you must tie Xiaohao on your Sheng family's boat?" There was a sharp light in Old Pang's eyes.
"Mr. Pang, you misunderstood." Sheng Heng explained calmly, "When Xiaohao and I met, he was not yet your student. I became friends with him without any calculation of personal gain."
"Then why did you, a sophomore student, ask Xiaohao to be your mecha maker across the age range?" asked Mr. Pang.
"Because no one in my grade wants to be my mecha maker." Sheng Heng said.
Old Pang's face was full of suspicion.
"My hand is injured, and I can't operate the mecha for more than two hours a day. This is no secret in the mecha department, so no mecha maker is willing to be my partner." Sheng Heng explained, "I came to the mecha department just to fulfill my childhood dream of mecha. My original plan was to go home and do business after graduating from college. Therefore, I didn't plan to find a partner in college. In the beginning, I let Xiaohao contact Dark Soul just to ask him to help me replace a mecha part."
"What about now?" asked Mr. Pang.
"I want him to be my mecha maker." Sheng Heng finished speaking, and without waiting for Mr. Pang's response, he continued, "But don't worry, my relationship with Xiao Hao will only stay at this level, and I won't let him get involved in other things."
"If you are willing, will the Sheng family behind you be willing?"
"Mr. Pang, you can see that Xiaohao has a simple mind. If I wanted to trick him into working for the Sheng family, I had plenty of opportunities before you showed up," Sheng Heng said.
"Maybe at that time, Xiaohao's value to you was not great enough." Yan Hao was a dark soul that was converted this semester, and he was also accepted as a disciple this semester. So, before that, maybe although Yan Hao was excellent in Sheng Heng's eyes, his value was not great enough.
"Mr. Pang, do you know that Xiaohao produced a level 6 sedative on the desolate planet?" Sheng Heng asked.
"Of course." Old Pang only found out about this recently. If it weren't for the special talent protection program, he really wouldn't have known that his little apprentice actually transferred from the pharmacy major, and seemed to have very good grades in the pharmacy major.
"Then you should also know that the difficulty of making level 6 sedatives has been greatly reduced."
"I remember that at that time the fighting on the front line was tense and a large amount of level six sedatives were needed. Fortunately, there was a pharmacist at that time who worked out the formula model for high-level sedatives, which reduced the difficulty of making high-level sedatives." This incident had a great impact, and even Old Pang had heard of it.
"This pharmacist is Yan Hao." Sheng Heng said.
"!!" Old Pang's eyes widened. It had been many years since he had shown such emotion.
"So, Mr. Pang, can you trust me now?" Sheng Heng asked.
Pang Lao didn't speak for a long time. He understood what Sheng Heng meant. At that time, Yan Hao was just a novice who had just started to make mechas. Although he had talent, he had just learned how to make energy blocks. However, the sedative formula model he provided showed his excellent talent far beyond mechas. If Sheng Heng wanted to recruit Yan Hao at that time, Yan Hao would probably agree easily because he was innocent and trusted Sheng Heng.
So the only explanation is that Sheng Heng also doesn't want Yan Hao to be involved in the power struggle.
Pang Lao's expression gradually softened, and he looked at Sheng Heng with a hint of appreciation: "Give the mecha to Xiao Hao next weekend and ask him to bring it over. I'll help you take a look."
"Thank you, Mr. Pang, but it's better not to bother you." Sheng Heng refused again.
"Don't worry, there are no conditions this time."
"I know, but... I still hope that Xiaohao will modify the Dark Soul. Since we are partners, we should grow together." Sheng Heng said.
"Whatever you want." This was the first time that Mr. Pang was rejected in mecha manufacturing. He waved his hand in annoyance, signaling Sheng Heng to leave.
After Sheng Heng left, Mr. Pang found the phone number of a master of pharmacy who he hadn't contacted for a long time in his address book and called him.
"Old Pang, why are you looking for me? Do you want to ask for medicine for one of your students again? I tell you, there is no medicine this time." As soon as the call was connected, an old man's voice sounded anxiously.
"I'm not asking you for medicine." Old Pang rolled his eyes at him unhappily.
"If you don't want medicine, that's fine. But if you're not here to ask for medicine, why are you calling me so early in the morning?" the old man said impatiently, "I have to go to the herb field to water it later, so let's make it short."
"Let me ask you a question. One minute." said Mr. Pang.
"explain."
"Didn't someone in your field of pharmacy figure out the formula model for advanced sedatives?"
"Little cutie?!" The old man's voice immediately became louder.
"Little cutie?" Old Pang was a little puzzled.
"The person you are asking about, the name announced to the public is Little Cutie, you can tell he is not very old just by hearing the name. It's a pity that no one knows who he is. I have asked him several times, but those guys in the military are all very tight-lipped." The old man said in a very dissatisfied tone.
"Is this person very talented in pharmacy?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense?" the old man said unhappily.
"I mean, his talent in pharmacy should be just average, not genius level."
"I haven't seen the person, so it's hard to say, but from the formula model of the advanced sedative and the medicine for treating hand injuries, it can be seen that this person has strong pharmacological knowledge and calculation ability. Just based on these two points, he is a sought-after person in the field of medicine. Do you know how many prescriptions I have that cannot be implemented? What I lack is a person like this. If I knew who he is, I would snatch him away at all costs." The old man said fiercely.
“……” Mr. Pang suddenly felt a little guilty.
"Why are you asking him? Do you know him?" the old man asked.
"No... I don't know him." After saying that, Mr. Pang hung up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Mr. Pang was still a little worried, so he stood up and went to the room where Yan Hao was. He watched his apprentice disassemble two softwares before Yan Hao noticed it.
"Teacher? Do you have something to talk to me about?" Yan Hao asked.
"Xiao Hao, you like mecha manufacturing, right?" asked Mr. Pang.
"Of course." Yan Hao answered in a strong and powerful voice, with even light in his eyes.
"That's good." Mr. Pang was satisfied and no longer felt guilty.
It’s not that I stole the genius of pharmacy, it’s just that the little cutie prefers mecha manufacturing.
The author has something to say: Mr. Pang: Little cutie, this name is quite appropriate.
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