Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Cheng Yan, who didn’t know that Zanzan had given him the green light, was still “helping the old man cross the road”.

"Hey, slow down a bit, Zhuofeng, stop shaking around."

Azabul's face was ruddy and his attention was focused on the long sword at his feet.

Cheng Yan held him carefully, fearing that if he slipped, he and Zhuo Feng would get into trouble.

I raised my hand and subconsciously touched my arms. I felt like my body was a little light since a while ago. Did something fall from my body?

【Host, your robot】

"what!"

Cheng Yan suddenly shouted, where is Xiaojiu!

"What's wrong, student... Hey? Hey! Ouch!"

Azabul just turned his head to look at Cheng Yan when the knife under his feet suddenly jumped forward. He immediately half-crouched down and grabbed Zhuofeng, but Zhuofeng seemed to be suddenly stimulated by something and suddenly jumped out. The golden long knife and the white-bearded old man on the knife turned into a cannonball and rushed out.

Cheng Yan: Zhuofeng and Xiaojiu are both lost!

"Hey! Zhuofeng, where are you going?! I didn't ask you to look for Xiaojiu!"

Before he could finish his words, Zhuo Feng had disappeared, along with the old man above him.

"Ruined!"

Xiaojiu, Zhuofeng, or the old man, Cheng Yan didn't know which one to look for first. He hesitated for a moment and ran towards the direction where Zhuofeng disappeared. Living people were more important.

Cheng Yan ran after Zhuo Feng and the old man, "Grandpa, stand still!"

"Help—me—!" The voice coming from the wind was filled with fear. Cheng Yan could even imagine the old man's panicked expression.

"Don't be afraid! I'm coming! Zhuo Feng! Stop right there!"

Cheng Yan stamped his feet and decided to scold him severely when he got the Zhuofeng back. How could he carry people like this? The old man couldn't stand it.

At the examination site, the assessors were already checking the score sheets at each table.

"Candidate No. 8.5, work: Wind Converter, score , passed the assessment."

"Candidate No. 6.0, entry: Land-only boat, score... , failed."

Rubia went limp when she heard the words that announced her fate.

Failed…failed again.

This was his third year taking the entrance exam for the Miaolun School, but he still didn't get the result he wanted.

His complexion suddenly turned pale, as if all the energy had been sucked out of him, and he stood there swaying.

One judge turned his head and whispered to another judge, "It's still him. What on earth is he thinking? He has been making a boat for use on land for three years. Isn't this redundant? Who drives a boat on flat ground?"

As if he heard the judges' whispers and felt the mockery of the people around him, Rubia's scattered gaze gradually focused. He stared at his own work with no longer full of confidence, and there was even a hint of hatred in his sharp eyes.

Failure, he failed, his work also failed. What's the point of such a failed life? No one cares about his ideas, so why should he allow others to ridicule him and step on his head?

“Crash!”

He pushed the table over with force, and the wooden parts scattered all over the floor. Rubia's face was ferocious, and a sharp knife appeared in his hand.

The surrounding candidates were frightened and fled, leaving behind all kinds of mechanical works.

Rubia seemed to have entered his own world, where everything was destructible. He swept his arms around and swung his sharp knife in a random pattern, knocking all the works of the surrounding candidates to the ground. Rubia was breathing heavily, as if he had not yet satisfied his hatred.

"enough."

Zandik spoke with a frown on his face, looking at Rubia with disdain.

Rubia looked up and stared at the handsome face. One was a genius in the Ordination College, and the other was just an unknown waste who couldn't even pass the entrance exam.

But he clearly said that he had talent. The old man who always liked to stroke his beard and smile, clearly said that he had talent.

Liars are all liars!

Rubia's eyes became cold and sharp, and he stared at Zandik like a venomous snake. He was useless, and before he died, he could take away a genius who was much more important than himself. It was not a loss.

The contemptuous look was like a heavy mountain, pressing Rubia to the point of suffocation. Since you look down on me so much, what would be your expression if you died at the hands of someone you look down on so much?

With a strange curve at the corner of his mouth, Rubia suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Xandik frowned, noticing him approaching him.

The sharp knife cut through the air and stabbed straight at Zandik who was standing there.

"! Zanzan, be careful!"

Cheng Yan, who had just followed Zhuo Feng here, saw a scene that frightened him to death at first sight.

He actually dared to use a knife on Zanzan!

Cheng Yan gritted his teeth and was about to step forward to deal with the man, but he saw that the man suddenly stopped moving.

Rubia struggled to move his arms, but was restrained by a strong force.

"What...thing."

The sharp knife was only a tiny bit away from Zandik, and he almost dragged the man down with him.

Xiaojiu stretched out his short arms and grabbed the strange man.

The master likes blue hair and red eyes and must not hurt them, so, Xiaojiu, protect them.

Xiaojiu's dull eyes blinked, firmly restraining Rubia's movements.

In a rage, Rubia swung the knife at Xiaojiu, "Damn robot!"

"Ding!"

A sharp and crisp sound was heard. Xiaojiu was unharmed, but he felt very uncomfortable with the behavior of the person in front of him.

Before he could turn his mechanical head, Cheng Yan, who saw everything, was so angry that his nose was crooked.

Which bold and arrogant guy not only used a knife on Zanzan, but also dared to scratch his little baby!

Xiaojiu was freshly baked this morning, and he wouldn't forgive this man even if he was scratched.

Cheng Yan put his hands on his hips, "Xiao Jiu! Beat him!"

The little robot received the order and turned its mini head.

"Squeak--Crack." The familiar sound of wooden joints rubbing against each other was heard. Two palm-high robots suddenly grew larger, and their huge bodies could crush Rubia to death with one kick.

Cheng Yan was still with his hands on his hips, looking angry, and didn't notice that Zandik's eyes had fallen on him. If he had known, Cheng Yan would have struck a pose that would charm him to death. Unfortunately, Cheng Yan's mind and eyes were filled with the transformed Xiao Jiu.

Zandik's eyes were deep, and he looked at Cheng Yan as if his eyes could not move anymore.

He really didn't expect that in one night, Cheng Yan not only made it according to the blueprint, but also made it more detailed and imaginative. This is the art of mechanism. The young man in front of him is the person he needs.