Acg Male Lead is My Trumpet

So now, first of all, the time machine paper——

"Announce it."

Bai Fan raised his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of thoughtfulness in the depths of his eyes.

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The scientific community has battled over the sliver of theory that emerges from a paper.

This is the part of the time machine paper created by Makise Kurisu that Dr. Nakabachi announced, which has caused an uproar in these days.

According to some fragment theories, time machine production is also possible.

Some knowledge seekers are also actively promoting the theoretical completion of the thesis.

But no matter how good Dr. Zhongbo's memory is, it is just some fragments, and some short theoretical sentences cannot complete it at all.

Not to mention that Bai Fan had already let Kayako and Saeki Toshio destroy him in a humane sense, so the contact with some science academies and research institutes has also disappeared.

It was at this time that Makise Kurisu, the daughter of Dr. Nakhachi, stepped forward.

She personally posted the entire time machine paper on the website of the professional society, and responded to some doubts and mistakes in it.

"This is the thesis I wrote. Although I don't know why Dr. Zhongbo published it, some of the theories are actually suspicious."

As the creator of this thesis - Makise Kurisu's speech.

She admits that some theories are achievable with current technology.

But there were still some questions that bothered everyone, and she responded one by one.

"That can't be done."

Makise Kurisu responded in this way.

(Save the manuscript, that’s impossible—it’s no wonder!)

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Some people say that Makise Kurisu just wanted to cover up the existence of the time machine.

There are also time machine opponents standing behind Makise Kurisu to support her statement.

Even if the time machine can appear, it cannot appear in this era.

How much those organizations will believe and how much they will withdraw.

These are not things Makise Kurisu is willing to take care of.

Her eyes were a little tired, and she stepped back from the computer.

"Thank you, Miss Makise."

"So, can you stop calling me by that name and just call me Kurisu—"

Makise Kurisu raised her mouth in dissatisfaction.

"I'm just taking care of your feelings."

Bai Fan was a little dazed, and then held back the corners of his mouth from curling up.

"I don't believe it! Even though you occasionally call Miss Wu Geng 'Liuli', you still treat me like this - am I just so annoying?"

"Do not--"

Bai Fan stared at Makise Kurisu with his dark eyes, and immediately put his hands on Makise Kurisu's shoulders.

The scorching eyes made Makise Kurisu's arrogant eyes want to escape.

"What...you obviously think I'm—"

"Hong Lixi."

Bang! ! ! !

Her footsteps were flimsy, and Bai Fan was pushed away, and Makise Kurisu hurriedly covered her nose as if she had drunk fake wine.

The hair on the nose is hot, and it feels like a nosebleed.

"So I said it all, I was thinking about you."

"Hmph...Mother will also be like this in the future, always wanting to do some intimate actions with my father, and then I will be messed up—"

Makise got out from behind the sofa like a crowd eating melons, and complained accurately.

"Compared to that, didn't I tell you? Snacks can't be eaten on the sofa."

Bai Fan stared with a pair of dead fish eyes.

"Hey! This is the same for my father and the future. I always take care of me like this. Although I say so, I always let the mechanical maid clean up afterwards—ah, it hurts."

"is it?"

Bai Fan grabbed his rebellious rebellious girl expressionlessly, and pulled her cheeks to both sides.

he said flatly.

"Didn't you think about why I didn't talk about you? You said it yourself, and I will let the mechanical maid clean up afterwards, but now I don't have that thing at home, which means that the sofa still needs me to clean up in the end...I'm so lazy Do you think I will clean up?"

"I was wrong! Father! I'm going to get off the sofa!"

This unlucky boy.

Bai Fan has also seen Makise Yuo's cute and stupid appearance in the past few days, so he doesn't have much opinion on her current performance.

After all, if you see things like mental retardation a lot, you will naturally develop resistance.

It's like a hatchet.

When the firewood is burning, you feel that the Shura Field is actually not a big deal.

This is why Bai Fan is different from many protagonists.

"Because...too proficient."

Bai Fan picked up Makise Yuu and threw it on the sofa aside, and at the same time glanced at Saboka Coconut, who was lying on the ceiling with bent limbs.

"What's the latest situation?"

"Cluck cluck cluck—"

That's right... a large part of the dark sentry has been evacuated, and a small part is still watching.

Bai Fan raised his eyebrows.

This is also of course.

It is impossible to convince the other party that there is no time machine paper based on Makise Kurisu's one-sided words.

But there are only a small number of secret whistles that exist——

"Youxu, go and rest with your mother for a while, she seems to have entered the room a little dizzy, I still have something to do when I go out here."

Bai Fan casually picked up the white gloves next to him, put them on, and ordered calmly.

"Mother's condition is indeed not very good, this is the first time... What can I do in the future..."

Makise Yuxu rolled his eyes, as if he understood the deep meaning of Bai Fan's words, he nodded heavily while turning his eyes.

'Bon trip. '

Yukuliwood raised the writing board without looking back, and sat on the sofa quietly sipping tea.

These days, there is no King of the Night and blood-sucking ninjas deliberately harassing, and Yukuli Wood is living a lot more comfortably than before.

The most important thing is because Youku Liwood figured it out by himself.

Instead of letting the Night King live in this world in pain, it is better to give him the ending he wants.

This also led to her current living state with almost no worries.

in an ideal state.

Bai Fan didn't answer, but just gave her a thumbs up, put on a black windbreaker, turned and walked towards the door.

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"Hey, this is G12. The monitoring situation is good. The target is staying at home and not doing anything else."

"Continue to monitor."

A blind tone came from the walkie-talkie, causing the monitor lurking across Baifan Street to take a deep breath.

When will this damn surveillance mission end?

He couldn't help thinking.

From the very beginning when he received the surveillance order, he stayed in this room, which happened to be able to see the living room of Bai Fan's house, and hardly changed.

In addition to him, there are five secret sentries to detect Bai Fan's home in different directions and heights.

"It seems that today is the same as usual."

He stared into the telescope without blinking.

"Most of the time I get up at [-]:[-] to exercise, go home at [-]:[-] and bring a bag of home-cooked ingredients, start cooking at [-]:[-], eat at [-]:[-], and clean up the tableware at [-]:[-]. After that, I sat in front of the computer in a daze without meaning.”

Of course, it wasn't that Writer Bai was in a daze.

His body couldn't help shaking.

"Cluck cluck cluck—"

The strange noise that came from above the head again every day.

I don't know why, when I stay here for the past few days, I always feel that some cold eyes are peeping at me, and the ceiling always makes the sound of "cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck".

In fact, the agent who often does undercover work knows it.

It was just the drumming sound caused by the difference in air pressure between the ceiling planks and the wind.

It is fundamentally different from what some people find supernatural - he has always been an atheist.

"And the fact that I call that activity meditation, not pointless daze, by the way, boy, you hit the lottery."