At the end of the morning class, Professor Qin called Yan Hao over alone and gave him a copy of the materials.
"This is last week's study materials and some homework. Although you didn't come to class, you can't miss the homework. After finishing it, hand it over to me next Monday." Professor Qin said.
Yan Hao took the documents without even looking at them, and agreed without hesitation: "Teacher, don't worry, I will finish it well."
Professor Qin nodded with satisfaction, Yan Hao was his favorite type of student, smart, humble, hardworking and obedient, he couldn't be too lovable: "By the way, you are going to practice with Mr. Pang this weekend. "
"En." Yan Hao nodded.
"The homework is not in a hurry, you give it to me two days later." Professor Qin said.
"It's okay, I'll do it when I get home at night, it shouldn't take much time." Yan Hao never felt pressured about homework.
"..." Professor Qin suddenly felt that his homework was not assigned enough.
Returning to his seat with last night in his arms, He Shao had already packed up his textbooks and was waiting for him: "What does Professor Qin want you for?"
"This." Yan Hao showed He Shao the information in his hand.
"Isn't this homework from last week? The professor asked you to make up the homework?"
"Um."
"Hey, do you want to copy?" He Shao said with a smile.
Yan Hao looked at him silently.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Isn't it a rare opportunity for me to copy homework for you?" He Shao was a little guilty when Yan Hao saw it. "And students copying each other's homework is an effective way to strengthen friendship."
"Really?" Yan Hao doubted.
"If you don't believe me, you can just ask someone?" He Shao grabbed a classmate who passed by him and asked, "Langer, can copying each other's homework strengthen friendship?"
Lan Ge, who was suddenly pulled back, looked confused. He looked at Yan Hao and then at He Shao, and asked, "He Shao, in order to copy Yan Hao's homework, can you make up such an excuse?"
"Fart, I want to copy homework for Yan Hao." He Shao said angrily.
"Hehe." The two words expressed endless ridicule and doubt.
"Get lost!" He Shao chased away angrily.
Lange staggered two steps from being pushed by him, and before leaving, he did not forget to turn his head and remind Yan Hao: "Yan Hao, don't copy homework for He Shao, this kid just wants to be lazy."
"You still don't get out." He Shao wanted to hit someone angrily.
Lange laughed and ran out, Yan Hao was also teased and laughed.
When He Shao saw Yan Hao laughing, he was angry for a while, and suddenly he was also amused: "This person's inherent thinking is really terrible. Just because you are a god of learning, no one will believe that you will copy other people's homework."
"It's really scary." Just like before, people around him thought he was a bad person, so whatever he did was bad.
"I was wronged because of you. You invited me to dinner at noon today." He Shao said.
"Okay, let's go back to the dormitory first..." While speaking, Yan Hao's optical brain terminal suddenly rang, indicating that an email had come in.
Yan Hao clicked on the email, glanced at it hastily, and then frowned.
"What's wrong?" Seeing that Yan Hao's expression was wrong, He Shao asked.
"I have been included in the federal protection plan for special talents." Yan Hao said in a daze.
"Federal Special Talents Protection Program? When did you apply?" He Shao stayed with Yan Hao all the time, and he never heard that he wanted to apply for this.
"I didn't apply." Yan Hao shook his head.
"Could it be Mr. Pang who applied for you?" He Shao said.
"It's 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 in pharmacy."
"What?!" He Shao stared at the three huge words of pharmacy in the email, and immediately realized that something was wrong, "What's going on, this talent protection plan sounds like a good thing, but once the application is approved, it will be included If you enter the federal special talent pool, you can only study pharmacy in your life. And after graduation, you must work in a research institute designated by the federal government for at least 30 years."
Yan Hao also knew this rule. He dragged the mail to the end and found the communication number of the Federal Special Talents Protection Agency. He dialed a communication number and the call was quickly connected.
"Hello, this is the Federal Talent Protection Program Center, who is it?" A female staff member in uniform appeared in the video.
"Hi, I'm Yan Hao. You just sent me an email, saying that I joined the Federal Special Talent Protection Program."
"Wait a minute, let me check." After a short search, the staff quickly found Yan Hao's name in the system, "Yes, I found your name, congratulations, Mr. Yan Hao, you are now a federal one of my special talents.”
With a sincere smile on their faces, the staff sincerely congratulated Yan Hao.
"But I haven't applied for talent protection, are you making a mistake?" Yan Hao asked hastily.
The staff was taken aback, obviously not expecting to encounter such a situation: "Wait a minute, I will check the application records."
This query took a long time, about five minutes later, the staff said: "Your application for talent protection was applied by your parents on their behalf, and your parents submitted all your pharmacy-related grades in middle school, which are excellent In addition, you recently produced a high-purity grade six tranquilizer at the No. 3 Desolate Star Base, and our staff also contacted the pharmacist at the base, and after confirming that it was correct, we approved your application as quickly as possible."
"But I didn't want to apply?" Yan Hao asked, "I didn't apply for it myself, can it be revoked?"
"Your parents have provided all the documents required for the application. The procedures are complete and there is no problem." The staff said.
"Then can I cancel now? I don't want to join this plan." Yan Hao said.
Yan Hao's answer seemed to have annoyed the staff on the opposite side. The staff sank visibly, and their tone became more impolite: "Mr. Yan Hao, the Federal Special Talents Protection Program is the welfare and honor given to special talents by the Federation. It’s not that you apply if you want to apply, and cancel if you want to cancel. Also, do you know how many people apply in a year? So please cherish it.”
After speaking, the communication was suddenly interrupted.
"When your parents applied for you, didn't they tell you in advance?" He Shao puzzled, "No, even if your parents and schools apply on your behalf, you still need your own power of attorney."
Yan Hao hurriedly logged into the background of the Federal Talent Pool and applied to transfer his own application records.
The application records were quickly retrieved, and Yan Hao saw an extremely serious application form among a pile of materials, and signed the application form with his name.
"What... what's going on?" He Shao was also stunned. He knew the font, and it was indeed Yan Hao's.
"In the last semester of the third year of high school, Yan Fei and I applied for the special talent protection plan 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 was gradually revealed. The teacher who taught them pharmacy at that time admired Yan Fei very much, saying that Yan Fei had a special talent in pharmacy, and he could try to apply for the Federal Special Talent Protection Program. Once the application was successful, It will be a great honor for the school and family.
Yan Fei listened to the teacher's suggestion and went home to prepare materials. He was still competing with Yan Fei at that time, so he also prepared an application material and gave it to his parents. It's just that the application was not approved that time? Is this application still available
"That was all a year ago, but this information was obviously handed in last week." He Shao pointed to the date on it.
"..." Yan Hao didn't speak.
"Wo Cao, it wouldn't be that time a year ago, they didn't hand it to you at all." 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 to apply for special talents, he didn't pay much attention to the fact that he also failed to apply. I just thought, it's not that Yan Fei passed the application but he was rejected, so he didn't ask about this matter at all.
"Then what are they going to do now? Do you have to go back to study pharmacy?" He Shao couldn't understand the family's brain circuit, "You are a good mech maker, why do they insist on you Go back to study pharmacy?"
"I don't know either." Apart from confusion, Yan Hao also had fear in his heart.
Will it be the power of the plot? Is the plot correcting its own deviation? If it is the power of the plot, what should I do
Whenever he thinks that he might leave the Department of Mech Manufacturing and return to the School of Pharmacy, Yan Hao trembles in resistance.
I don't want to go back to study medicine, I want to learn mecha manufacturing, I want to stay in the mecha manufacturing department, I want to stay with my current classmates, I want to be the mecha partner of Senior Sheng Heng, I want to make more powerful Mecha.
"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, "Don't worry, we will find a way. You have just submitted your application, and you are not a well-known figure in the Federation. Let's find a relationship and go through the back door. Maybe the application will be closed. Bring it back."
"Really?"
What He Shao said is true, but it is hard to find a network that can shake the federal government. Just when He Shao was biting the bullet and was about to respond, another communication came in from Yan Hao's optical brain terminal.
[Sheng Heng.]
When He Shao saw Sheng Heng calling, his eyes lit up immediately, but he remembered that Sheng Heng seemed to have something to do with the military. Without waiting for Yan Hao to react, He Shao directly raised his hand and pressed the connect button.
Sheng Heng's profile picture immediately appeared on the screen: "Xiaohao, why didn't you come... What's wrong with you?!"
The moment Sheng Heng saw Yan Hao's expression clearly, his whole demeanor changed, and his eyes were so sharp that they could almost penetrate the space.
"Senior~~"
Sheng Heng heard Yan Hao call him senior countless times, but never once like today, he was helpless like a cub cornered, 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 rushed over together.
"What's going on?" As soon as he entered the door, Sheng Heng grabbed Yan Hao's hand, looked at his red eyes, snow-white lips, and his demeanor was frighteningly cold.
In He Shao's impression, Sheng Heng was a gentle and tolerant person, but at this moment, facing Sheng Heng's aggressive aura, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his back.
"Yan Hao was included in the protection plan for special talents in pharmacy. His family did it behind Yan Hao's back..." He Shao succinctly told the story.
"Wo Cao, how can there be such a thing, how can mecha manufacturing be better than pharmacy? Why do you have to force Yan Hao to go back to learn pharmacy." Cheng Wenkang couldn't help but complain.
"Who says it's not." He Shao said with deep empathy.
Sheng Heng, who understood the ins and outs of the matter, relaxed a lot: "Xiao Hao, it's okay, I'll take care of this matter."
"Really?" Yan Hao firmly grasped Sheng Heng's hand, confirming in disbelief.
"Yeah." Sheng Heng bent his lips and showed a comforting smile, "With me here, if you want to learn mecha manufacturing, you can learn mecha manufacturing. If you don't want to learn medicine, let's not learn it."
"But the federal government..."
"Trust me." Sheng Heng's tone revealed undoubted firmness.
"You are related, can you go through the back door?" Yan Hao thought about He Shao's words before.
"Yeah." Sheng Heng nodded without hesitation, "You are my mecha maker, and no one can take you away."
Hearing this, Yan Hao's gray eyes lit up a little bit: "It's done, I'm yours."
"..." Cheng Wenkang.
"..." He Shao.
"It's done." Sheng Heng smiled.