Fake Immortal Cultivation in Interstellar

"Su Ziyang is already 20 years old? It's still a year away from becoming an adult. It looks like eighteen at most, but I understand your expectation that you think you are already an adult. I just became an adult, you can call me Chu Brother." Chu Mu restrained the desire to continue touching his head, and withdrew his hand.

After traveling, the age has not changed, but he is considered a minor. How can he explain it?Or just don't explain?Su Ziyang was caught in a tangle.

It's weird to call a high school student with immature appearance his elder brother, but the other party is indeed older than himself, and he is also immature in appearance and looks very young, but Su Ziyang, who is just fifty steps away and smiles at a hundred steps, has fallen into a new entanglement.

"Can I call you Chu Mu? I think the name Chu Mu sounds nice." He decided to save the country with a curve.

The young man called his name with a clear voice. Chu Mu had never thought his name was so beautiful, so he couldn't help but agree.As a result, he missed the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to hear the other party call him Brother Chu.

After getting off the elevator, he saw several sweeping robots, turned to Chu Mu and asked, "Why are the sweeping robots designed so short? It's inconvenient to have to squat down to talk, isn't it?"

You may be the only one squatting down to talk to the sweeping robot, Chu Mu thought in his heart, but he didn't say it: "Because its main function is to sweep the floor, it doesn't have to be designed very high. In addition, generally those who need help are those who don't know how to use the Internet. The design is too high to scare children. But why do you want to squat down and talk to it?"

As an indigenous young man who traveled across the earth in the 21st century, he used to go to the bank to handle business. Because he was tall, he was used to lowering his head and speaking to the window. He still retained the stereotype of speaking to the radio equipment, so he answered naturally: " I'm afraid it won't hear you."

"...The radio equipment of the sweeping robot is very sensitive, and it can completely talk standing up, so don't worry about it." Chu Mu didn't expect the truth to be like this, so he couldn't help being a little worried about his lack of common sense. What should I do if I am kidnapped.

One of the many people who wanted to abduct the boy, Chu Mu didn't feel that he was no different from the thoughtful person in his imagination, and only wanted to protect Su Ziyang in the future.

Originally, the two decided to go home directly. When they passed by a large mecha mall, Chu Mu caught a glimpse of Su Ziyang's reluctant eyes towards the mall, but sat obediently in the passenger seat without saying a word, recalling how he explained the origin of his name , Chu Mu couldn't help but drove back to the Mecha Mall with distress.

Huh?Why did he drive back again? He looked at Chu Mu puzzled.Did you forget to buy something?Now mechs are as common as firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea. Can you buy them anytime you need them?The size of the mecha mall gave Su Ziyang the illusion that mechas are common.

Chu Mu: "I think we can go shopping first before going back. Tell me what you want, I have brought the money."

The way the two get along is like an unprincipled old father who pampers and spoils, a well-behaved elementary school student who can't control his eyes and is curious about everything, and finally prepares to go home after dawdling until dark.

Chu Mu, who was sitting in the driver's seat, suddenly sneezed and sniffled.

He asked with concern: "Is it a little cold? Let's put down the windshield. It's all my fault for saying that I want to have a wind. If I catch a cold, it will be fine."

Chu Mu quickly shook his head, saying that the sneezing had nothing to do with him. "It's not cold, it's just that my nose suddenly feels a little itchy. I'm in good health and don't catch a cold easily."

After the other party explained this, he still didn't believe it, and insisted that Chu Mu close the windshield before nodding in satisfaction and continuing to indulge in the roadside scenery.

What he didn't know was that the sneezing was not due to the wind, but the chill from the depths of his soul. It was a kind of extreme fear whipping his heart. Chu Mu felt as if he had forgotten something, which was extremely important.

The author has something to say: After coding today's short essay, the unqualified typewriter with a hand speed of only [-] is about to collapse, so from today on, the typewriter has decided to write a short essay every week. I hope you like it.