Mecha S*ave Contract

"Rotate, run in..." Luo Xiaolou counted the steps in his heart, moving his fingers quickly. With the proficiency of that set of processing steps, after two days, he could already process three more a day.

But then, when Luo Xiaolou found that he wanted to speed up again, he was a little bit powerless. It seems that after the steps are completely proficient, you can only increase your hand speed. And hand speed is not a significant effect in one or two days.

On the one hand, Luo Xiaolou was happy for his progress, and on the other hand, he was worried about his speed. He knew that his current speed was more than twice that of others, and Mr. Yang also specifically asked him not to tell other people for this reason.

More than four hundred federal coins a day is already very high for him, at least he can buy a few potatoes every day-but his tuition is still far from enough.

There must be a way, Luo Xiaolou calmed down and observed the parts in his hands.

Because of work, when he was at home, he deliberately went to the online lecture place to listen to the knowledge about mecha. Of course, most of them don't understand, but some knowledge can always be learned. Luo Xiaolou was already satisfied with this small improvement.

When get out of class is over, Luo Xiaolou will cheekily ask the lecturer for questions.

This teacher talks about basic knowledge, and there are far fewer people here than senior teachers. And there are fewer young people like Luo Xiaolou, because even the basic knowledge can be understood by reading books or groping with mechas. Most young people who have a passion for mechas are surrounded by several other teaching areas, such as tactics. Skills etc.

This forty-year-old teacher Song is also helpless. His education is not low, but his research in mecha is a basic field. There is no way, there is always someone to study in each field. The basic research field is different from the advanced research field. It is already very difficult to produce results. For thousands of years, mechas have been optimized step by step, and people's fixed thinking mode is also difficult to innovate and break through.

So, after discovering that he had an extra young man who was listening carefully to the class, Mr. Song was relieved. These days, it's not easy to be too ambitious, and there are not many children who are so well-behaved and understanding.

So when Luo Xiaolou came to ask questions carefully, Teacher Song was actually very helpful. Every time, he saw a group of people from the senior group asking questions respectfully around him. It didn't feel good to see the expressions of those senior faculty and researchers supposed to be this way.

Then, Teacher Song found that this good student was really bad, and the questions he asked could be called naive, almost similar to those of a primary school student. But after the heartache, looking at Luo Xiaolou's respectful look, Teacher Song secretly vowed that he would try his best to train this student.

Therefore, Luo Xiaolou's questions have been answered in detail and straightforwardly. Luo Xiaolou knew that this part in his hand was applied to the arm of the mecha, and even knew the function of this part.

Luo Xiaolou looked at this part in thought. If the hand speed cannot be increased, can he shorten the processing steps or seek more convenient steps without reducing the performance of the part?

The morning passed, and Luo Xiaolou did not complete a part.

One hour later in the afternoon, Luo Xiaolou continued to assemble and then disassemble the same parts. Occasionally, he would draw the graphics of the parts on paper, using the previous physics and mathematics and what he had just learned in the past few days. As he calculated his knowledge, Luo Xiaolou gradually figured out some doorways.

The sky gradually darkened, and Luo Xiaolou finally showed a smile on his face. He modified the sequence of seven of the steps, and the rotation in the middle reduced the time of the decompression step by two-thirds. Moreover, another surprise is that the flexibility and firmness of the processed parts has not been reduced, but increased.

Of course, Luo Xiaolou believes that this result is nothing to him, as long as he does not reduce performance, he wants a shorter time.

If Mr. Song were here, he would definitely yell at Luo Xiaolou for buying the cemetery and returning the beads, and then he looked at the newly released parts with better performance.

But Teacher Song is not here, Mr. Yang is outside the door. He knocked on the door, looked at Luo Xiaolou worriedly, and asked, "Xiaolou, are you feeling well today? I think you didn't come to pay at noon."

Here, only Luo Xiaolou alone can complete a group at noon. Mr. Yang attaches great importance to this young man. Moreover, although he is old, Luo Xiaolou is diligent and lovable, and he is very much loved by people in the factory.

But today is almost off work time, Luo Xiaolou has never been out even once, and has not even had lunch.

Luo Xiaolou rubbed his eyes tiredly, but said with a smile on his face: "It's okay, it makes you worry. I will start processing now. Today, you may have to work overtime and wait for me for a while."

Mr. Yang came over and patted Luo Xiaolou on the shoulder, looked at the only part on the table, and said gently: "Xiaolou, you can go back at the end of today. Although I don't know why you are a child so hard, but still Body is important. In this way, no matter how much, I will give you today's 200 federal currency. No one is allowed to work overtime today."

Luo Xiaolou thanked Mr. Yang, and when the door was closed again, he rubbed his face and took the parts aside to start processing.

At this time, there is still an hour and a half before getting off work.

After get off work, in addition to handing in work, the workers will leave in about half an hour.

After receiving all the parts, Mr. Yang couldn't help but frown and looked at the door of the second room on the right, and then ordered the manager to go to that room by himself.

As soon as Mr. Yang's hand was about to knock on the door, the door was opened from the inside. Luo Xiaolou walked out with a look of tiredness. He was obviously surprised when he saw him, and then said: "Mr. Yang, I want to pay. ."

Mr. Yang looked at Luo Xiaolou's new work car, and he was stunned. A group of twenty! It's all done, and within two hours!

Even for Luo Xiaolou, it takes nearly four hours to complete a set each time. If he hadn't been in just now, it would be unbelievable.

His speed has accelerated again! Mr. Yang stared at the parts dumbfounded. He rushed over and started to check them one by one. There was nothing wrong with each one being processed neatly and perfectly.

When Mr. Yang woke up and was about to find Luo Xiaolou, Luo Xiaolou had already left the factory.

Mr. Yang looked at these parts with complicated eyes, maybe, this boy is a genius...

Luo Xiaolou is very tired, but more excited! At this rate, he will be able to complete at least three sets per day in the future—oh, my god, six hundred federal coins!

Luo Xiaolou, who squinted his eyes, was not ashamed of his motives at all, humming a song and walked to the bus stop.

Then, this peaceful and beautiful evening was ruined.

Right in front, the two people are fighting, or it can be said that they are fighting.

Neither of them used guns, and they had cold weapons in their hands. But the destructive power is still so huge. Luo Xiaolou watched as the huge metal vending machine was kicked to pieces by one of them, half of which flew towards Luo Xiaolou's side, and then there was a loud noise.

If he was still in that position, the consequences would be disastrous.

Luo Xiaolou only knew that the future development of social science and technology would reach an unprecedented height, and there would be countless kinds of high-tech weapons, but he didn't know that human beings themselves had also improved. As a result of the survival of the fittest and natural selection, the surviving human genes have evolved in a more and more powerful direction.

It's not that Luo Xiaolou didn't know, at least the people he came into contact with weren't so good. Moreover, human genes have now been differentiated into levels, with the lowest being E level, with D level, C level, B level, A level, and even the legendary S level above.

The higher the number, the smaller the number of people.

Luo Xiaolou rubbed his eyes, he couldn't see the movements of the two people at all. If it weren't for the surrounding buildings and the roar of the machines, he would probably think that he was actually reborn in the martial arts world of Gu Long!

Oh, what should I do? Luo Xiaolou's first reaction was that he could not stay here. He was an innocent passerby, and passers-by were most likely to be cannon fodder.

Well, he was reborn, but the fate of the protagonist did not fall on him at all! There is no eminent life experience-bastard or something is the most hateful, there is no infinite space to carry with him-if he encounters danger, he will have no place to hide! There are many beauties who are not obsessed with him—does Stallion Wen really read more...

All these are endured, the most terrifying thing is that there is no money!

He has been here for so many days, eating the most unpalatable food every day, and still worrying about living expenses and tuition fees!

And now, Luo Xiaolou believes that he will be cannon fodder soon!

Trying to straighten the mind that was running on the twisted road, Luo Xiaolou tiptoedly hid in the shadows. In order to prevent people from discovering him, Luo Xiaolou took a deep breath and covered his nose and mouth with his hands. At the same time, he prayed that the fight would end soon, and the two of them should leave as soon as possible.

With a bang, Luo Xiaolou felt pain for the man in black as he listened. The man hit the wall and fell down. In the next second, the tall man appeared in front of him, too fast for the man in black to make it. Any response.

Then, the tall man knocked the black man to the ground harder.

Luo Xiaolou felt tight, still praying silently: That's it, it's over soon, comeon! baby! —Then, Luo Xiaolou watched in amazement as the tall man quickly plunged the dagger in his hand into the body of the man in black.

The most terrifying thing is that when killing someone, the man was smiling and looking in the direction of Luo Xiaolou...

Luo Xiaolou's heartbeat stopped for a moment, his hand did not let go, but his legs were already shaking involuntarily. How could it happen, how did he find him?

Is it destined to be cannon fodder today?

Luo Xiaolou stared desperately at the empty alley in front of him, wait, there was no one? The person is gone, there is no one in front of him, as if the murder in the fight just now was an illusion caused by his too much pressure.

Maybe, it is so.

Luo Xiaolou slowly put down the hand covering his mouth and nose, and turned stiffly, and saw a man looking down at him with a disdainful face, still holding the **** dagger in his hand.

Luo Xiaolou's legs softened and knelt down. No, no, he is not showing weakness, he is just weak in his legs, he is definitely not showing weakness.

"I, I didn't see anything. I can't say anything!" Luo Xiaolou said in a trembling breath, and then stared at the man in horror.

The corner of the man's mouth bends a bit, and then he stretched the dagger to Luo Xiaolou's side. Luo Xiaolou tried to hide behind him, but under the cold murderous aura released by the man, he couldn't move halfway.

Luo Xiaolou closed his eyes in despair, and he could feel the cold dagger on his neck, back and forth-Damn, this man wouldn't let him die neatly even if he died!

After leaving his head blank for a while, Luo Xiaolou realized that the man had just wiped the dagger clean on his clothes.

Isn't he going to kill others?

Hope rekindled in Luo Xiaolou's heart. He pinched himself hard, staggered to his feet, and whispered, "I will treat you as if I haven't seen you before. In fact, I don't know you either. Gone." Luo Xiaolou turned around and left.

Oh my God, let that man ignore him...

Frightened and frightened, a hand was placed on Luo Xiaolou's shoulder.

"Who said you can go?" the person behind said slowly.

Luo Xiaolou burst into tears and determined not to turn around. The cells in his body were clamoring to escape from this man. This man was too dangerous, but he did not dare.

"I, can't I leave-"

"I don't mean to leave trouble, so, um..." the young man behind him said embarrassedly, as if he was hesitating how to solve Luo Xiaolou quietly.

Luo Xiaolou couldn't bear it, turned around with his utmost courage, and said loudly: "Listen, I have already said that I am not in any danger to you! I am just a passerby, I do not intend to anger you because of the police, I Knowing that I can't offend you! So, you can let me go—and you, you killed people in front of me, let me live in fright and guilt, and ruined my coat, this is my new purchase Coming back—ah, I don’t mean to make you pay..."

The tall man's black eyes stared at Luo Xiaolou with interest, and he felt that the person in front of him who was flushed and shouting was like an angry rabbit.

Luo Xiaolou's courage was about to be unable to sustain him. He was thinking about what he could do to let the lawbreaker let him go, holding his thigh and crying?

At this time, Luo Xiaolou heard a sentence: "How do I know you will not call the police?"

Luo Xiaolou blinked and explained blankly: "Huh? Of course I won't call the police. I want to go home. This is the direction I go home."

Half an hour later, Luo Xiaolou deeply regretted why he wanted to tell the truth, maybe he should say he was going to the mall.

In order to verify Luo Xiaolou's words, the man returned with him.

So now Luo Xiaolou is standing next to his dining table, watching the hot and vinegar potato shreds on the dining table. The food he has been reluctant to eat is now placed in front of the man sitting swaggeringly in his chair. The man looked disgusted, and said that he was terribly unpalatable, and then ate all his fried potato shreds without leaving him one.

"Okay, now, let's discuss how to deal with your problem." Man-in fact, this person is not much older than Luo Xiaolou's current body, just taller. Moreover, I didn't look closely just now, and now it seems that this tall young man looks like a man's public enemy.

"How to deal with it? Haven't you already seen that I didn't plan to call the police?" Luo Xiaolou whispered.

"How do I know what you will do after I leave? Now that people are sinister, you can sell me to my enemy without calling the police. I finally wiped out the last thread that planned to assassinate me, if the situation is now Leaking it out will be very troublesome." The young man knocked on the table and said, "Go get a glass of water, why are you so lacking in eyesight, do you want me to remind you of this kind of thing?"

remind? Who wants you to remind me, what obligation do I have to pour you water!

Luo Xiaolou gritted his teeth and turned to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water back.

The person in front of him has eaten and drank enough, but he hasn't eaten yet, and is being directed like a servant in his house. Even so, Luo Xiaolou didn't dare to get angry. This murderous demon must be worried that he had no excuse to kill him.

Luo Xiaolou swallowed his saliva and whispered, "Well, what can you do to let me go?"

The teenager turned around on the sofa holding the cup, and put his two long legs on the coffee table. His beautiful sharp eyes looked at Luo Xiaolou's eyes. He felt that this man's small animal-like horrified eyes pleased him, and finally said: "I am now The mood is not bad, so you have two choices. First, the dead will never reveal my secrets. Second, you sign a contract with a slave contract." When it comes to the last few words, the tall young wolf is the same. His eyes fixed on Luo Xiaolou, with a terrible smile.

No matter how you choose the person in front of you, it will be very interesting.

Slave contract?

Luo Xiaolou looked at the young man in shock. He didn't understand why in the future society, science and technology have reached such a level, there will still be slave contracts. Is this really no problem?

The boy's tongue licked his lips and smiled, "You don't speak, it seems that you are planning to choose the first one? Then—"

"No, no, I'll choose the second one!" Luo Xiaolou compromised. Although the name alone is evil enough, this is the only way for the teenager to let him go.

Well, he is afraid of death, but who is not afraid of death.

Luo Xiaolou stretched out his arm and asked the boy to take the blood. Then the boy cut his finger and reached out in front of Luo Xiaolou. He said proudly, "Lick it, you should be fortunate to be my servant."

Luo Xiaolou closed his eyes and kept comforting himself in his heart, and then held the slender finger.

"Master's blood,

To bind the slave's heart,

Betrayal will bring eternal death,

Loyalty is the only way. "

The boy's icy and ironic voice rang, stirred Luo Xiaolou's mouth with his fingers, and then pulled it out.

"Okay, now the contract is established, you will do whatever I say, never think of betraying me." The young man looked at Luo Xiaolou who was kneeling on the ground, and said: "Remember, I am your master. , The original."

Luo Xiaolou was dumbfounded, then he became a puppet? Can this person control his thoughts and actions through words?

The boy seemed to see what he was thinking, and laughed badly: "Of course, maybe in the future I can control your body at will. Now, what I can control is your death. You can die anytime as long as I am willing. And when I don’t want to, you can’t die if you want. Now, climb over."

Luo Xiaolou was stunned. When he realized that he was not breathing smoothly, he struggled hard, crawling humblely towards the demon-there is no better word to describe him.

Yuan Xi waited for him to get closer, kicked him, and said disgustingly: "But, I really don't bother to put that kind of thought on you, you have to take the initiative to do what a slave should do, if I'm not satisfied—" The corners of the original beautiful mouth curled up, "Dear slave, you will be more painful than death."

Luo Xiaolou sat blankly on the sofa. Yuan had already occupied the master bedroom to rest, and had no intention of leaving at all.

Luo Xiaolou grabbed his hair, what did he do? He was afraid of death, but personally handed over his right to death to the demon.

The author has something to say: In order not to reverse CP, I have to declare when the bad little attack first came out: The original attack was the attack, and Luo Xiaolou was the victim.