"Rotating, running in..." Luo Xiaolou counted the steps in his mind, moving his fingers quickly. With the proficiency of that set of processing steps, after two days, he could already process three more per day.
But then, Luo Xiaolou found that when he wanted to speed up, he was a little powerless. It seems that after the steps are fully proficient, you can only increase your hand speed. However, hand speed does not produce significant results in a day or two.
On the one hand, Luo Xiaolou was happy about his progress, but on the other hand, he was worried about the stagnant speed. He knew that his current speed was more than twice as fast as others, and Mr. Yang specifically told him not to tell others.
More than 400 federal coins per day is already very high for him, at least he can buy a few potatoes every day - but his tuition is still far from enough.
There must be a way, Luo Xiaolou calmed down and observed the parts in his hand.
Because of work, when he was at home, he deliberately went to the place where he listened to online lectures to learn about mechas. Of course, most of them don't understand, but they can always learn some knowledge. For this small progress, Luo Xiaolou is already very satisfied.
And when the get out of class is over, Luo Xiaolou will have the cheek to ask the teacher for advice.
This teacher is talking about basic knowledge, and the number of people who come here to listen to the class is far less than that of the senior teacher. And there are even fewer young people like Luo Xiaolou, because the basic knowledge can be understood even by reading books or groping in front of mechas. Those young people who are passionate about mechas are mostly surrounded by other teaching areas, such as tactics. skills etc.
Mr. Song, who is in his forties, has nothing to do about it. His education is not low, but his research on mechs is a basic field. There is no way, there must always be someone to study in every field. However, research in basic fields is different from advanced fields. It is already very difficult to achieve results. For thousands of years, mechs have been optimized step by step, and it is difficult for people to innovate and break through their fixed thinking patterns.
Therefore, after discovering that there was an extra teenager who was listening carefully to his class, Teacher Song was filled with relief. These days, don't aim too high, there are not many such well-behaved and sensible children.
So when Luo Xiaolou came to ask questions cautiously, Teacher Song was actually very helpful. Every time, he saw a group of teachers in the senior group asking questions respectfully, and seeing the expressions of those senior teaching and research staff should be like this, he felt uncomfortable.
Then, Teacher Song found out that this obedient student was really poor, and the questions he asked could be called naive, almost like elementary school students. But after the heartache, seeing Luo Xiaolou's respectful and expectant eyes, Teacher Song vowed secretly that he must try his best to train this student.
Therefore, Luo Xiaolou's questions were answered in a detailed and straightforward manner. Luo Xiaolou knew that the part in his hand was applied to the arm of the mecha, and even knew the function of this part.
Luo Xiaolou looked at this part and pondered. If the hand speed cannot be improved, can the processing steps be shortened or find simpler steps without reducing the performance of the part
The morning passed, and Luo Xiaolou did not complete a single part.
An hour passed in the afternoon, and Luo Xiaolou was still assembling and then disassembling the same part. Occasionally, he would draw the graphics of the parts on paper, using the previous physics and mathematics and what he had just learned in the past few days. With the calculation of knowledge, Luo Xiaolou gradually figured out some ways.
As the sky gradually darkened, a smile finally appeared on Luo Xiaolou's face. He modified the order of the seven steps, and rotated in the middle, shortening the decompression steps by two-thirds. Moreover, another surprise is that the flexibility and firmness of the processed parts not only did not decrease, but increased.
Of course, Luo Xiaolou thinks that this result is nothing to him, as long as the performance is not reduced, what he wants is a shorter time.
If Mr. Song were here, he would definitely scold Luo Xiaolou in pain for buying a box and return the pearl, and then look at the newly released parts with improved performance in great surprise.
But Mr. Song is not here, Mr. Yang is outside the door. He knocked on the door, looked at Luo Xiaolou worriedly, and asked, "Xiaolou, are you feeling well today? I don't think you came to hand in work at noon."
Here, only Luo Xiaolou can complete a group at noon, and Mr. Yang attaches great importance to this young man. Moreover, despite his age, Luo Xiaolou is hardworking and lovable, and is very popular with the people in the factory.
But it was almost time to get off work today, and Luo Xiaolou never came out once, not even having lunch.
Luo Xiaolou rubbed his eyes tiredly, but said with a smile on his face: "It's okay, I'm worrying you. I'll start processing right now, and I may have to ask you to work overtime today to wait for me for a while."
Mr. Yang came over and patted Luo Xiaolou on the shoulder, looked at the only part on the table, and said gently: "Xiaolou, you can go back when it's time today. Although I don't know why you, a child, work so hard, but still Your body is important. In this way, no matter how much it is, I will give you today’s 200 federal coins. No one is allowed to work overtime today.”
Luo Xiaolou thanked Mr. Yang, and when the door was closed again, he rubbed his face, took the parts aside and started processing.
At this time, there is still an hour and a half before get off work.
After get off work, in addition to handing in work and packing up, the workers will leave within half an hour.
After collecting all the parts, Mr. Yang couldn't help frowning and looked at the door of the second room on the right, then gave instructions to the management staff and walked to that room by himself.
Just as Mr. Yang was about to knock on the door, the door was opened from the inside. Luo Xiaolou walked out with a tired face. Seeing him, he was obviously surprised, and then said: "Mr. Yang, I have to hand over the job .”
Mr. Yang was stunned when he saw the work truck rolled out by Luo Xiaolou, a group of twenty! All done, and within two hours!
Even for Luo Xiaolou, it takes nearly four hours to complete one set each time. It would be unbelievable if he hadn't been in there just now.
His speed increased again! Mr. Yang stared at the parts dumbfounded. He rushed over and began to check them one by one. There was nothing wrong, and everything was processed neatly and perfectly.
And when Mr. Yang woke up and was about to find Luo Xiaolou, Luo Xiaolou had already left the factory.
Mr. Yang looked at these parts with complicated eyes. Maybe this boy is a genius...
Luo Xiaolou was tired, but more excited! At this rate, he can complete at least three sets a day in the future—oh, my God, six hundred federal coins!
Luo Xiaolou, who squinted his eyes, was not ashamed of his motives at all, humming a song and walking towards the bus stop.
Then, this peaceful and beautiful evening was ruined.
Straight ahead, two people were fighting, or it could be said that they were fighting.
Neither of them used a gun, and both had cold weapons in their hands. But the destructive power is still astoundingly huge. Luo Xiaolou watched helplessly as the huge metal vending machine was kicked to pieces by one of the people, and half of it flew towards Luo Xiaolou's side, and then there was a loud noise.
If he is still in that position, the consequences will be disastrous.
Luo Xiaolou only knows that the future social science and technology will develop to an unprecedented height, and there will be countless high-tech weapons, but he doesn't know that human beings themselves will also improve. Survival of the fittest, the result of natural selection, the surviving human genes have evolved towards becoming stronger and stronger.
In fact, it is not to blame that Luo Xiaolou does not know, at least the people around him are not so powerful. Moreover, human genes have now been differentiated into grades, the lowest grade is E grade, and the upper grades are D grade, C grade, B grade, A grade, and even the legendary S grade.
The higher you go, the fewer people there are.
Luo Xiaolou rubbed his eyes, he couldn't see the movements of the two of them clearly at all, if it wasn't for the surrounding buildings and the roar of machines, he would probably have thought that what he was reborn in was Gu Long's martial arts world!
Oh, how can this be done? Luo Xiaolou's first reaction was that he couldn't stay here. He was an innocent passer-by, and passers-by were the easiest to be cannon fodder.
Well, he was reborn, but the fate that should have been the protagonist did not fall on him at all! Without a prominent background—an illegitimate child is the most abominable thing, and without infinite space to carry—he has no place to hide if he encounters danger! There are many beauties who are not fascinated by him-have you really read too much stallion literature...
I have endured all these, and the most terrible thing is that I have no money!
He has been here for so many days, eating the worst food every day, and still worrying about living expenses and tuition fees!
And now, Luo Xiaolou believes that he will be cannon fodder soon!
Trying to straighten his mind that was running towards the twisted road, Luo Xiaolou tiptoed into the shadows. In order to prevent others from discovering him, Luo Xiaolou took a deep breath, covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and prayed that the fight would end soon, and the two of them should leave quickly.
With a bang, Luo Xiaolou felt pain for the man in black just listening to it. The man hit the wall and fell down. The next second, the tall man appeared in front of him, too fast for the man in black to make a move. any response.
Then, the tall man knocked the man in black to the ground even harder.
Luo Xiaolou's heart tightened, and he still prayed silently: That's it, let's end it soon, come on! baby! — Then, Luo Xiaolou stared dumbfounded as the tall man quickly plunged the dagger into the body of the man in black.
The scariest thing is that when the murder happened, that man was smiling and looking in Luo Xiaolou's direction...
Luo Xiaolou's heartbeat stopped for a moment, and he didn't let go of his hands, but his legs were already trembling involuntarily. How did that happen, how did he find out about him
Is it destined to be cannon fodder today
Luo Xiaolou stared desperately at the empty alley ahead, wait, empty? The person disappeared, and there was no one in front of him, as if the fight and murder just now were his hallucinations caused by too much pressure.
Maybe, it is.
Luo Xiaolou slowly put down his hand covering his mouth and nose, turned around stiffly, and saw a man looking down at him with a face full of contempt, still holding the bloody dagger in his hand.
Luo Xiaolou's legs softened and he knelt down. No, no, he is not showing weakness, he is just weak in the legs, he is definitely not showing weakness.
"I, I didn't see anything, I can't really say anything!" Luo Xiaolou said tremblingly, and then stared at the man in horror.
The corner of the man's mouth twitched, and then he stretched out the dagger towards Luo Xiaolou. Luo Xiaolou tried to hide back, but the man couldn't move a single bit under the cold murderous aura released by the man.
Luo Xiaolou closed his eyes in despair, he could feel the cold dagger on his neck, back and forth—fuck, this man won't even let him die easily!
After a moment of blankness in his head, Luo Xiaolou realized that the man just wiped the dagger clean on his clothes.
Isn't he going to kill someone
Hope was rekindled in Luo Xiaolou's heart. He pinched himself hard, stood up staggeringly, and said in a low voice: "I will definitely pretend that I have never seen you. In fact, I don't know you either. I, I first Let's go." Saying that, Luo Xiaolou turned around and left.
God, let that man ignore him...
Trembling with fear, he put a hand on Luo Xiaolou's shoulder.
"Who said you can go?" the person behind said slowly.
Luo Xiaolou burst into tears, determined not to turn around, all the cells in his body were clamoring to run away from this man, this man was too dangerous, but he didn't dare.
"I, can't I leave—"
"I didn't intend to leave any trouble, so, uh..." the young man behind him said with a look of embarrassment, as if hesitating how to get rid of Luo Xiaolou quietly.
Luo Xiaolou couldn't bear it anymore, turned around with his greatest courage, and said loudly: "Listen, I have already said that I am not in any danger to you! I am just a passerby, and I don't intend to provoke you by calling the police. I Know I can't mess with you! So, you can totally let me go - and you, you killed in my face, left me in shock and guilt, and ruined my shirt, which I just bought It's back—ah, I didn't mean to make you pay..."
The tall man's black eyes stared at Luo Xiaolou with great interest, and felt that the blushing and shouting man in front of him looked like an angry rabbit.
Luo Xiaolou's courage was about to fail, and he was thinking about what to do to make this criminal let him go, hugging his thigh and crying
At this time, Luo Xiaolou heard a sentence: "How do I know you won't call the police?"
Luo Xiaolou blinked and explained blankly: "Ah? Of course I won't call the police. I want to go home. This is the direction I want to go home."
Half an hour later, Luo Xiaolou deeply regretted why he had to tell the truth, maybe he should say that he was going to the mall.
In order to verify Luo Xiaolou's words, that man came back with him.
So now Luo Xiaolou is standing next to his dining table, looking at the warm vinegared shredded potatoes on the dining table, the reserve food that he has been reluctant to eat, is now placed in front of the man swaggeringly sitting on his chair, The man looked disgusted, and said it was too bad to eat, and then ate up all the shredded potatoes he had fried, leaving him none.
"Okay, now, let's discuss how to deal with your problem." The man—in fact, this person's age is not much older than Luo Xiaolou's current body, but he is taller. Moreover, I didn't look carefully just now, but now it seems that this tall boy looks like a public enemy of men.
"How to deal with it? Didn't you already see that I didn't plan to call the police?" Luo Xiaolou whispered.
"How do I know what you will do after I leave? People are sinister now. If you don't call the police, you can also betray me to my enemy. I managed to kill the last thread that planned to assassinate me. If the current situation If it leaks out, it will be very troublesome." The boy knocked on the table and said, "Go get a glass of water, why are you so blind, do you need me to remind you about this?"
remind? Who wants you to remind, what obligation do I have to pour water for you!
Luo Xiaolou gritted his teeth, turned around and went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water and came back.
The person in front of him had already eaten and drank enough, but he hadn't eaten yet, and was commanded like a servant in his own house. Even so, Luo Xiaolou didn't dare to get angry. This murderous demon must be worried that he has no excuse to kill him.
Luo Xiaolou swallowed his saliva and whispered: "Okay, then how can you let me go?"
Holding the cup, the young man turned around and sat on the sofa, with his two long legs resting on the coffee table. He sized up Luo Xiaolou with his beautiful sharp eyes, and felt that the frightened eyes of this little animal pleased him, and finally said: "I am now The mood is not bad, so you have two choices, one, the dead will never reveal my secrets. Two, you sign a contract with me, a slave contract." When he said the last few words, the tall young wolf His eyes were fixed on Luo Xiaolou, with a wicked smile.
No matter how the person in front of you chooses, it will be very interesting.
Slave contract
Luo Xiaolou looked at the young man in shock. He didn't understand why there would still be slave contracts in the future society with such advanced technology. Is this really no problem
The teenager licked his lips with his tongue and smiled, "If you don't speak, it seems that you plan to choose the first one? Then—"
"No, no, I'll choose the second one!" Luo Xiaolou compromised, although just listening to the name is evil enough, but this is the only way for the young man to let him go.
Well, he is afraid of death, but who is not afraid of death.
Luo Xiaolou stretched out his arm and asked the boy to take blood, then the boy cut his finger, stretched it out in front of Luo Xiaolou, and said proudly: "Lick it, you should be glad to be my servant."
Luo Xiaolou closed his eyes, kept comforting himself in his heart, and then squeezed that slender finger.
"The master's blood,
bind the hearts of slaves,
Betrayal brings eternal death,
Loyalty is the only way. "
The boy's cold and sarcastic voice sounded, he stirred Luo Xiaolou's mouth with his finger, and pulled it out.
"Okay, now that the contract is established, you will do what I say, and never think of betraying me." The young man looked down at Luo Xiaolou who was kneeling on the ground, and then said: "Remember, I am your master , the old days."
Luo Xiaolou was dumbfounded, so didn't he become a puppet? Can this person control his thoughts and actions through words
The young man seemed to see what he was thinking, and laughed viciously: "Of course, maybe I can control your body at will in the future. Now, what I can control is your death. As long as I am willing, you may die at any time. And when I don't want to, you can't die even if you want to. Now, crawl over."
Luo Xiaolou was stunned. When he realized that his breathing was not smooth, he struggled hard and crawled humbly towards the demon—there is no better word to describe him.
Yuan Xi waited for him to get closer, kicked him, and said disgustedly: "However, I really don't want to spend that kind of thought on you. You have to take the initiative to do what a slave should do. If I am not satisfied—" The corners of Yuan Xi's beautiful mouth curled up, "Dear slave, you will suffer more than death."
Luo Xiaolou sat on the sofa blankly, Yuan Xi had already occupied the master bedroom to rest, and had no intention of leaving at all.
Luo Xiaolou grabbed his hair, what did he do? He was afraid of death, but he handed over the right to die to that demon.
The author has something to say: In order not to rebel against CP, I would like to declare when the vile little Gong came out: the original is the Gong, and Luo Xiaolou is the recipient.