【Lu Lin】Sight, please watch me

7.

When Lu Bixing was two years old, he was a little small and seemed to be developing slower than his peers, but he moved like a rabbit, with the problem of exploring the entire universe in his little head, jumping up and down in Lu's house every day, fortunately, Zhanlu was a full-time nanny , followed the young master every day, answering his strange questions.

Zhanlu was a little distressed, the young master talked too much, much more than his peers, and beyond his age range.

Lin Jingheng just came back from school and stepped into the small garden carefully cared for by Zhanlu, when she saw the child running towards her from a distance with her hands open, and she knew it was Zhanlu who told her.

"Master, please run slowly, today Watto just organized an artificial rainfall, the grass is still..." Zhanlu's voice followed behind Lu Bixing unhurriedly, and then he saw the tall and thin man The boy walked over quickly and squatted down, caught Xiao Lu Bixing just right, and hugged him up: "Run slower, what are you doing in such a hurry."

He looked at Zhan Lu, Zhan Lu thought for three seconds, and felt that he might be attacked if he continued to speak, but he continued, "Master Lin, you shouldn't go home today."

"Based on your behavior patterns and recent reading analysis, I infer that you are preparing for graduation and staying on campus is a better choice..."

"Quiet, Zhanlu." Lin Jingheng hugged Lu Bixing with another hand and rubbed his hair, "What did you do at home today?"

"..." Xiao Lu Bixing clicked his mouth and did not speak. Zhan Lu added: "Today's arrangement is that I will read the story to the young master in the morning, take a two-hour lunch break, and have free play time in the afternoon."

Lin Jingheng raised his eyebrows, and Zhan Lu changed the topic: "But young master Lu Bixing rejected my itinerary this morning and disassembled an artificial intelligence sprayer. Fortunately, there is no danger. At noon..."

Then Lu Bixing was let go.

The boy had a straight face, and the gradually hardened facial contours made him look a little angry. He squatted down so that his eyes were parallel to the aggrieved child.

"What's going on." He opened his mouth, and Lu Bixing flinched. The child's empathy ability is too strong, and even a slight emotional change makes him a little scared, but the person in front of him is so familiar. Yeye, what is there to be afraid of?

But my brother was a little angry.

He muttered in his heart, then took two steps forward, pulling into the distance between the two sides.

Brother did not mean to resist.

Then he opened his hands, embraced Lin Jingheng, and half threw himself on him.

Lin Jingheng sighed in her heart, deeply feeling that she had spoiled him since she was a child, and he was so used to being almost lawless that she was not afraid of her ambiguous anger at all.

"I was wrong."

The habitual offender, Lu Bixing, apologized in a timely manner, and went through it deeply in his mind to understand why his brother was angry, "I shouldn't disassemble the machine, it's very dangerous... I know I was wrong."

Then he added: "But the activities arranged by Zhanlu are too boring... When Zhanlu reads a storybook, it's a bit like reading a ghost story."

Zhan Lu, with a steady tone and moderate speed, is very innocent: "I selected the most suitable preschool story for the young master based on the precise comparison of the man-machine database."

"I grew up and didn't want to hear the stories of princes, princesses and witches that were told to children in ancient times on Earth."

Lin Jingheng raised her eyebrows, thought about it empathetically, and felt that she didn't want to either.

"Master, although the human lifespan in the new era can be as long as 200 years, the beautiful innocence of youth is also very precious. I suggest you not to be too precocious. After receiving the basic education of the alliance at the age of six, read mecha It’s not too late for basic theory.”

Lin Jingheng frowned, and looked at the child in her arms, "Basic theory of mecha?"

At the dining table a few days ago, he mocked Lu Xin's book on the basic theory of mechs compiled by the eighth galaxy, and suggested that the author of the book remake it so that a three-year-old could understand it.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Lu Bixing, who was almost three years old, heard it and took it seriously. He rejected Zhanlu's fairy tales these days, and stubbornly slammed into a basic theory of the eighth galaxy mecha, but he couldn't even understand the first paragraph. I can't read it, and I deeply doubt my IQ.

Lin Jingheng was silent for a rare moment, opened his mouth, didn't organize his words well, was at a loss for words, didn't know how to explain, and Zhan Lu couldn't see "hahaha" beside him.

The 16-year-old Lin Jingheng successively took over a small part of Zhanlu's authority, including the silence, enjoying a rare peace.

"I've been a little busy recently, so I'll read you a story when I have time." The boy rubbed the little guy's hair and picked him up again, "Don't bother Zhanlu, and don't bother with that broken book."

8.

Lin Jingheng has been preparing for the graduation exam recently, and has been very busy, busy with completing the credits she has left behind, and busy with various competitions.

For those competitions, he was dismissive. His grades were accurately stuck on the line of getting scholarships every time, and he was unwilling to spend any effort. He usually passed his studies, and only the mech major stood out. .

Until one morning when Lu Xin was at home, Xiao Lu Bixing tilted his head while eating breakfast, "Dad."

"Hey, son."

"Why do all my brother's trophies only belong to mecha majors?"

"Because your brother didn't do well in other areas, baby." Lu Xin kissed the milky Lu Bixing's cheek, and winked at Lin Jingheng triumphantly.

After the graduation exam, Lu Xin accidentally discovered that the display cabinet specially used to store various trophies had a completely new look and was filled with trophies from various disciplines and competitions.

"Sir, these are just a small part. For the rest of the trophies, I planned to set aside a special room to display Master Lin's trophies, but he refused." Zhan Lu said.

"Oh?" Lu Xin raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Master Lin said, throw it away for the young master, and throw it away when he gets tired of playing."

Lu Xin broke the spoon in his hand.

This stinky boy!