The Ultimate Blue Seal

Xu Ruchong didn't go back to the room, but just found a lounge next to the laboratory. Generally, the zero team members deal with minor problems in this way to prevent temporary work needs.

After a while, a person opened the door and came in, shocking Xu Ruchong. He gave a dazed "um" without opening his eyes.

I heard Fang Xiu's voice say: "You sleep, it's okay, it's me."

Xu Ruchong fell asleep again, and Fang Xiu leaned down and put a hand on his forehead to test the temperature. He glanced at the water stains in the glass and made sure he had taken the medicine, and then walked out lightly. , For a moment, came in with a thick blanket from somewhere, and flattened the cover on Xu Ruchong.

Maybe it was Shen, Xu Ruchong was a little uncomfortable being pressed, and struggling slightly, Fang Xiu put his hand on his head, compacted all four quilt corners, and whispered: "Hush, don't Move, I have a fever, just cover it with a little sweat."

Xu Ruchong opened his eyes slowly and glanced at him. It was probably burning, and the corners of his eyes were a little red.

Fang Xiu poked on his forehead: "Isn't my big head enough? Or go back to your room and sleep, I'll stare at you if something happens."

Xu Ruchong's nasal voice despised him heavily: "No, you are a gorilla, you can't do such a smart job."

Fang Xiu said "Bah", "I don't know good people."

Xu Ruchong asked: "Don't you still have a task?"

"Let me take a look at your side first, if your Master Xu falls, won't our entire logistics department be missing half the sky?"

"I'll just lie down for a while." Xu Ruchong closed his eyes tiredly, "Go ahead."

Fang Xiu felt that he looked pitiful, so he sighed and sat for a while before he got up and left. Not long after he left, the door was pushed open again. This time Lu Qingbai came in, holding a hanging bottle in his hand, and slamming the door with his feet. He walked over almost silently under his feet. Hang the bottle up and infuse Xu Ruchong with liquid.

Dr. Lu's handiwork is excellent. Xu Ruchong didn't feel any pain, so he felt that his wrist was tight and loose, and the needle was already pierced. I couldn't help but barely raised my eyes and looked at him again: "Why did you come here in person, aren't you busy?"

Lu Qingbai said: "You'll be busy before you do anything else. Anyway, they are all dead, so I'm not in a hurry for a while. Because you can still breathe, let you add a plug."

When he finished speaking, Hu Bugui just opened the door and asked, "How is it? I heard that Xiao Xu has a fever?"

Xu Ruchong finally couldn't lie down anymore. He was about to get up and was pressed by Lu Qingbai again, reprimanding him: "Okay, the center of gravity is unstable, so don't flop."

Hu Bugui nodded: "Pay attention to your health. I will ask a nurse from the medical clinic to come over and take care of it. Do you need it?"

Xu Ruchong said quickly: "No need."

When Lu Qingbai and Hu Bugui also left, Xu Ruchong lay down again as if he was relieved, but after a while, Qin Luo and Xue Xiaolu came again, and the two girls gently placed one on the small cabinet at the bedside. In the thermos, Xue Xiaolu kept her voice low and asked: "Did you say he is awake?"

Qin Luo said in a voice smaller than hers: "Be stunned, it's the same when I have a fever, he might know if you talk to him."

Xue Xiaolu caught Xu Ruchong's ear, and said in a low and soft voice: "Master Xu, remember to drink the soup when you wake up."

After speaking, she thought for a while, then turned around and said to Qin Luo: "Forget it, let's leave him a note, otherwise, what if he didn't hear it?"

When the two of them were gone, the door creaked and was pushed open again, and a little mouse-like figure sneaked in with a pen in his hand—it was the ill-intentioned Tu Tutu, he tiptoed. Approaching Xu Ruchong's bed, he opened his mouth and gave a silent smirk. He pulled out the cover of the signature pen, and only when he was about to put the pen on Xu Ruchong's face, he heard a soft cough behind him-Su Qing was truly silent.

Tu Tutu's hand froze immediately, and Su Qing also said in a low voice with a voice pressed into her throat: "Little bastard, are you skin tight again?"

He came over, first rubbed his palms to make the skin temperature rise a bit, and when it was not so cold, then, like Fang Xiu, he reached out and tested Xu Ruchong’s body temperature, and then pressed him a bit when he turned over. After the quilt was loosened a little, he picked up Tututu and took the emperor to make the princes go out.

Tu Tutu wailed softly, "I am the emperor puppet!"

The last group of visitors also left. Xu Ruchong suddenly opened his eyes. He was lying on his side, facing the wall, his eyes were still red, but there was no sleepiness in his eyes.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the thermos cup on the bedside table and the paper strips pressed underneath. The paper strips are light blue with a little lace. If his nasal congestion is not very serious, it is probably still possible. Smell the faint scent, at first glance it is what the girl likes.

He didn't wear those big glasses with exaggerated shapes. It seemed that his eyeliner was a little thin, and the corners of his eyes were a little long, but it seemed a bit more profound. Xu Ruchong's expression was a bit complicated. He suddenly spoke, silently facing the white man in front of him. The wall said: "What are you doing so nice to me?"

Su Qing came out of Xu Ruchong's lounge and pulled Tu Tutu towards the sixth floor without saying a word. He couldn't see any clues on his face. Tu Tutu peeked at him and couldn't figure out what the Supreme Emperor planned to deal with. I had to hum and clatter along with him, but Su Qing just threw him into the room and said briefly: "Go and play first, close the door, and if someone knocks on the door, you pretend not to be there. ."

Tu Tutu blinked at him with big eyes, Su Qing paused and touched his head.

Tu Tutu raised his fist, straightened his waist and said, "Seiya, go! Burn your little universe!"

Su Qing looked at him for a while and commented: "Go away, is there a short Athena like you?"

Then he brought the door gently, and turned to the room where Cheng did not stop.

Cheng Weizhi let him into the room very enthusiastically, Su Qing took a look at Cheng Ge after entering—still the same as he was, squatting on the side, immersed in his own world, just glanced at him, and lacked interest. He lowered his head to do his own thing, with colorful paints in his hands, painting a landscape painting.

Cheng Weizhi noticed Su Qing's gaze, sighed, and said to his son, "Cheng Ge, raise your head and say hello to the guest."

Cheng Ge still reacted a little to his words. He slowly raised his head and turned his eyes to Su Qing. He raised the hand holding the paintbrush, and slowly waved to Su Qing: "Hi." The paintbrush was on his face. A yellow mark was left on it.

Su Qing smiled and waved to him, and Cheng Ge looked at Cheng Weizhi as if he was a good boy waiting for further instructions. Cheng Weizhi said softly, "Show us what you are drawing?"

Cheng Ge took a long time to react, nodded, and awkwardly raised the drawing board above his head. There was a large golden flower field painted on it, and a small house was painted a little further away. The smoke and the flower field moved together with the wind. Although Cheng Ge has never studied it, he can use perspective very well. The picture extends far away as if it stretches to the end of the sea, boundless, behind it is a large blue sky and low white clouds.

"Oh, the painting is so good, you are really a living Van Gogh." Su Qing praised sweetly, and then the topic quickly changed, turning his head and asking Cheng Weizhi, "His paintings are all thought of by himself, or Been to a place like this?"

Cheng Weizhi’s attention was still on his son, and he followed his words naturally and said: “Some of them have been there, and some of them may be photos or seen on TV. We ordinary people may watch it. Forget it at a glance, and sometimes he will draw it-Cheng Ge, take out your other works and show us."

Su Qing watched coldly, feeling that the old professor was like an ordinary father, ecstatic at every little achievement of his son, and didn't want to show it to others all the time.

Cheng Ge took a big picture folder and happily sent it to the two of them. Cheng Weizhi was like a patient kindergarten. He pointed to pictures one by one and asked: "What is Cheng Ge's painting? Cheng Ge's painting What is it?"

Cheng Ge said that it was uncomfortable, and his mouth seemed to contain a piece of hot tofu. It was vague, and he would drool if he said too much. He could only pop out one or two words at a time, and sometimes his lips were not right. But the old professor is not in a hurry, nor is he in a hurry.

Su Qing sat silently on one side, paying attention to the interaction between the father and son and the artwork.

Soon, I turned to the abnormal painting, and Su Qing suddenly interjected: "Cheng Ge, where is this painting?"

Cheng Ge looked back at him blankly, and repeated his question: "Where...where?"

Cheng Weizhi's attention was also attracted, "Huh", and asked: "Cheng Ge, how is this painting so gray? Is it from the old photos?"

Cheng Ge nodded—but he nodded doesn't mean he was affirmative, he would also nod when he didn't understand what the other party was saying.

"Such a gray thing seems to make people feel bad." Cheng Weizhi said to Cheng Ge clearly and clearly, "It's just unhappy."

"Dad...dad upset?"

"We have to paint a lot of sunshine and colors." Cheng Weizhi said, pointing to his new and colorful work, "We paint this, not this."

Cheng Ge didn't know if he understood, he looked at this and that, and finally nodded ignorantly.

Su Qing took the opportunity to say, "Then just give it to me. There are just two murals missing in my room."

Cheng Weizhi smiled and said to Cheng Ge: "How many pictures of your paintings should be given to Su Qing?" Seeing that Cheng Ge didn't fully understand, he prolonged his voice again and picked up a painting very slowly. , Handed it to Su Qing and said, "Send—to—to him, okay?"

Cheng Ge nodded again.

Su Qing said: "Then I'm not welcome."

Then he picked a few, and put the gray one on his lap. He lowered his eyes, paused for a moment, and once again asked with the tentative meaning that others could not see: "Uncle Cheng, I don’t know. Have you heard about the incident last night, I still don’t quite understand why I can activate the dual-core energy crystal, but others can’t?"