A Race to The Top

The crowd of onlookers was dumbfounded, and the nearest classmate looked dumbfounded, and fell into the coffee paper cup in his hand with a sound of "Ba Chi".

Even the person involved, Ling Xiaolu stared a pair of eyes stupidly, as if he was robbed of his breath and his heart and soul.

God is currently pressing the still button, and only the electronic firecrackers in Ling Xiaolu's hands are still dedicated to launching brilliant fireworks into the sky.

Cluster after cluster, never stop.

The cell phone held high in Cici's hand hesitated to put it down, which seemed to be different from what she had expected.

Chang Huanxi was so excited that she couldn't hold on to herself. After she saw her movements, she immediately grabbed her phone: "Damn, why don't you take such a superb picture?"

"Hey wait!" Cici stretched out her hand to grab it, and Chang Huanxi hid in the first grade, but she didn't grab it.

With no time to take into account the small emotions of the people around him, Chang Huanxi enthusiastically took this long kiss to the end.

Unexpectedly, Ji Meng, an autistic child with zero social skills, would one day be able to play such a beautiful straight ball, which made Chang Huanxi, an old father, very gratified.

At the end of the kiss, Ji Meng let go of Ling Xiaolu, whose expression was still stunned. He was very energetic when he publicly confessed, but after he confessed successfully, he looked at a loss.

Late cheers and roars sounded from upstairs and downstairs, and some even called for them to "come one more".

Ling Xiaolu wanted to call back, is this buying a drink? One more!

Ji Meng turned a deaf ear, clasped the other's wrist, and in front of everyone, he pulled Ling Xiaolu towards the dormitory building.

Ling Xiaolu followed silly, with an infatuated smile on his face. When passing by the classmate Shi Cai who had dropped his coffee, he squeezed the firework stick that was still blooming alone into his hand and disappeared with Ji Meng. Inside the gate.

The student stared blankly at the fireworks in his hand, and jumped up happily after reacting, "Did I receive the bouquet? Then I will be the next one to drop the order!"

Everyone: "..."

Chang Huanxi quickly pressed the shooting stop button and tapped **** quickly on the screen.

Cici wanted to grab her phone back: "What are you doing with my phone? Give it back to me quickly!"

"Wait!" Chang Huanxi avoided easily, continued typing, and then clicked upload.

In this age of fast internet speed, it only took less than two seconds. This period is called "Give Up!" Your husband is finally getting rid of it! "The short video was posted on the Internet.

When Cici took back her mobile phone angrily, she already saw the first message below:

--sofa! Let me see what is strange in it!

"What are you doing with this?" Cici complained dissatisfied.

"Obviously you took the picture first."

"I filmed because..."

Cici's voice stopped abruptly, unwilling to reveal her original intention to shoot Ling Xiaolu out of embarrassment.

Chang Huanxi was still excited about Ji Meng's resuscitation, and automatically ignored Cici's abnormality.

"You don't understand, I have known Ji Meng for so many years, or the first time I saw him solve emotional problems so cleanly. They only knew each other for a few days? Could it be that the AI ​​deer made Wanshi get the hang of?

Chang Huanxi rubbed her hands and was more active than the resolution of her lifelong event: "No, I have to go up and take a look."

"Hey!" Cici just wanted to stop him when she was gone. She stomped angrily, but this was the boys' dormitory, and she couldn't keep up.

Ji Meng took Ling Xiaolu straight back to his single dormitory. As soon as he entered the house, he pressed the person against the wall, crossing him with his hands against the wall, staring at him intently, staring at Ling Xiaolu thinking that he could not help but say something. Kissed.

He cleared his throat and wanted to say that the progress after confirming the relationship does not have to be so fast: "That..."

Ji Meng suddenly lowered his head, and roughly reached out to lift the corner of his clothes.

Ling Xiaolu was terrified: "Wait! Wait! Don't have to be so fast!"

He scrambled to defend, but Ji Meng couldn't help him at all. Under his strict defense, he lifted Ling Xiaolu's clothes up, his eyes fixed on the smooth skin of the opponent's belly, and he seriously confirmed for a long time.

Then he finally let out a long sigh, as if letting go of a heavy psychological burden, holding the person in front of him tightly in his arms, his head collapsed against the opponent's shoulder.

Ling Xiaolu was stunned, finally comprehending Ji Meng's intentions.

In this era when artificial intelligence is realistic enough to be comparable to real people, the Artificial Intelligence Ethics Association stipulates that all man-made higher intelligent humanoids are not allowed to imitate the human belly button. Instead, the belly button must be designed as a production company’s logo. The distinction between humans and non-humans.

Ling Xiaolu felt amused and distressed, and patted the back of the person in his arms from the bottom of his heart: "Don't worry, I am a human being, and I really am a human being."

Ji Meng hugged him tightly without saying a word, it was difficult to get out of the tense emotions for a while.

Ling Xiaolu also knew that he was not so easy to calm down, and continued to pat his back gently, just like his mother coaxed him to sleep when he was young.

When Ji Meng finally lifted his head from his shoulder, Ling Xiaolu noticed that his eye circles were red. He has only seen such an emotional Ji Meng twice. The last time was when the other party confessed to him in Beimang.

"Don't cry," Ling Xiaolu blurted out, "Didn't I come back?"

Ji Meng glared at him for a long while with red eyes, tilted his head to one side, and blinked vigorously.

"This!" He grabbed Ling Xiaolu's "masterpiece" and asked, "Is it that statue of some soldier?"

Ling Xiaolu's self-esteem was repeatedly frustrated on this statue. He stubbornly refused to admit: "What statue of a soldier? This is obviously a stone lion!"

Ji Meng believes that he is a ghost: "Why are you giving me this? Unspeakable love? Why can't you say it?"

"This one……"

Ji Meng closed his mouth severely, you **** love to say nothing!

Ling Xiaolu was deprived of oxygen by Ji Meng, and when he was dying, he was rescued by a knock on the door.

He pushed the opponent vigorously and made a "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" to remind him to open the door.

It took Ji Meng a long time to let go of him reluctantly, and walked to the door reluctantly.

As expected, the people outside are Chang Huanxi.

"Hi, brother!"

Chang Huanxi was full of curiosity. He pretended to say hello to Ji Meng, but his eyes floated inwardly.

"Let me see that..."

Ji Meng's tall figure obscured half of the scenery in the dormitory. Chang Huanxi stood on tiptoe and swung to the left. Unexpectedly, Ji Meng also swung to the left, Chang Huanxi swung to the right, and Ji Meng also swung to the right.

In this way, Chang Huanxi found that no matter how much he swayed, he couldn't get a glimpse of the real situation in the room.

"Hey!" he complained dissatisfied.

"Are you okay?" Ji Meng unceremoniously issued an order to evict the guest, "just leave."

Chang Huanxi deliberately lowered her voice and asked in a low voice at a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Is this a person this time?"

Ji Meng had a black face, and the door of the dormitory was closed tightly in front of Chang Huanxi. Those who wanted to see gossip touched their noses gray.

"What the hell! I'm here to care about you!"

Chang Huanxi kicked the door angrily, turned to take out his phone, and quickly found the post he had posted.

A tall building has been built under the post, and he appeared as the host, adding fuel to the scene.

--latest progress! After field inspections in this building, these two people may have entered the indescribable stage. Next, this building will give you a detailed description...Don't go away!

Ji Meng turned his head, Ling Xiaolu was looking at the AI ​​editor curiously.

"How did you restore this face?" Ling Xiaolu was very curious. "Your customer service said that he used a high-tech on me. As long as I'm offline, no one remembers what I look like."

Ji Meng refused to answer, and walked over to turn off the machine mercilessly.

"Hey! I haven't seen enough yet!" Ling Xiaolu didn't stop, very sorry.

"But to be honest, if you really build AI before you find me, what do you plan to do with it?"

Ji Mengbai glanced at him and said nothing.

"At that time, it will also have self-awareness. Destroying it is about killing it. Are you willing to be sad for this AI that looks exactly like me?" Ling Xiaolu asked the bottom line.

"Then I will keep it and kill you." Ji Meng said angrily.

"Killing me is against the law, and you have to pay for it."

"Keep both."

"Okay! Just after confirming the relationship, did you want to raise the harem?" Ling Xiaolu looked like a gangster.

"Both are killed."

"..."

"Don't be wordy."

Ji Meng took a copy with a long hand and pulled the Kong Jing into his arms. What happened next, Ling Xiaolu's brain was blurred, and he didn't remember very clearly. He only knew that when the lights were about to turn off and had to go back, his lips were swollen badly.

Ji Mengyi reluctantly sent the people downstairs. The people he finally lost and recovered had to get along for such a short period of time and then separated again-even if it was only one night apart, he was extremely reluctant.

The host who had just witnessed the grand occasion saw them come down and teased the two: "Classmates, are you leaving so soon?"

Ling Xiaolu laughed with him: "Hey, I'm not in this dormitory."

"Is that from this school?"

"Of course it is!"

"That's right, I saw that classmate's expression thought he was going to send you to Africa."

"..."

Ling Xiaolu secretly pulled Jimeng's sleeve and motioned to his face not to be so fierce.

At the slowest speed, the two drove to the vicinity of Ling Xiaolu's dormitory.

"Well, you really won't be able to get in if you don't go back." Ling Xiaolu pushed him.

Ji Meng hugged the person in his arms, and his whole body was filled with reluctance.

"I will come to you tomorrow morning."

"Good!" Ling Xiaolu agreed.

Ji Meng finally let go of the person: "Go."

Ling Xiaolu bid him farewell: "Goodbye!"

Ji Meng's expression changed, and he grabbed his wrist, which shocked Ling Xiaolu.

"what happened to you?"

Ji Meng stared at him closely, his chest rising and falling violently, and it took him a long time to speak, "Don't say these two words."

"..." Ling Xiaolu was speechless. He didn't look like he was pretended. He said that the poor child wouldn't be scared of PTSD by these two words, right?

"Well, I won't say it," he promised, "what do you say then? Bye? See you tomorrow? Seeyoutomorrow?"

Ji Meng's breathing finally calmed down: "It's up to you."

He let go of Ling Xiaolu's wrist.

Ling Xiaolu shook his hand at him, saying nothing at all this time.

After walking away a few steps, he looked back and saw that he was still there, and waved his hand again.

After going out more than ten meters, he was almost at the entrance of the dormitory building. He turned around and found that Ji Meng was still looking at him from a distance.

Ji Meng's forehead blue veins jumped and rushed at a speed of 50 meters.