An Instruction Manual for Male Pregnancy

Kun Cheng looked at Zhuo Mingli, and Zhuo Mingli looked at him as well.

Kun Cheng is fourteen years old, although he has not grown up yet, he is about 1.7 meters tall, and Zhuo Mingli, who is much taller than him, looks at him as if looking up.

The height is more than just height.

"There are many times in life, you will face trade-offs. You are not a child, nor like my son. From the moment you were born, you are carefree. He loves you a lot more naively, and you more than he thinks.

Your innocence has been polished to a certain degree of smoothness. You have your own policy and pride, but now I will start to ask you to relax a little with yourself, change the direction of your concerns, and change some.

You are serious about doing things, I think you will not be naughty or tricky, but you are not happy either.In life, why do we live, sometimes for ourselves, sometimes for others, and sometimes just for happiness in our hearts, whether we give or gain, all for it.

Okay, let’s eat. Today is a hard work."

He tapped Kun Cheng again, Zhuo Mingli took his seat, and Xiao Yue took his seat. Seeing that Saint Zall still dare not look at his face, Saint Zall tapped his head lightly to express punishment.

Xiaoyue was secretly happy.

Fortunately, I didn't knock hard.

Kuncheng hesitated, and finally took a seat.

After returning home, Shen Yuan was very tired and yawned all the way. When passing by Hong Hong's small house, Shen Yuan confirmed Hong Hong's condition and found that she was still sleeping, but the day passed.

Zall Saint once again accompanied Shen Yuan, hugging each other overnight, and reluctantly in the morning, the two separated again.

Zall Sheng has more things to deal with, including state and family affairs.

The wedding is getting closer.

I first reported it when I went to the special class. Soon, a group of people went where they wanted to go. In the special class, there were only three pregnant women left, and they were doing their own experiments steadily.

Shen Yuan did not receive any news from the psychiatric department, and came directly to the space department.

This time he came by himself. Standing in front of the dark gate, Shen Yuan swiped the communicator and the gate opened decisively.

The space classroom is as messy as always.

"Here? Come when you come."

The professor was inside, fiddling with something, his hair completely covered his eyes, and he could still see things clearly and manipulate the small parts on his hands in an orderly manner, which also made Shen Yuan feel amazing.

"Professor, what are you doing?"

"Make a model."

"What model?"

"Space model, yours."

"mine?"

Shen Yuan looked at it carefully, it looked like a small house, and then there was no roof, there were circles of...vortex underneath!

Shen Yuan was excited instantly!

"This...this...this...professor, you are amazing!"

Taking a closer look at this place, Shen Yuan could not be more familiar with it!

This is the place, the place that Brother Zhuo said. It is his independent space. It is a strange place. He can enter, and the surrounding vortex is a connected space. Once, through one of the vortexes, he went back to the 21st century.

"This is your spatial model, right?"

The professor asked for confirmation.

"Yes, it's mine. I've been to this place once, but then I can't get in. Professor, do you know what's going on? The researcher's Mr. Bai didn't research this problem. How did you know? How did you see this place?"

After asking several questions in succession, the professor raised his hand and motioned to pause.

"Solve the problems one by one, don't panic."

"Yes!"

Shen Yuan was obedient for a second and became a fan.

The professor is still working on it, bit by bit, while perfecting it, he also needs to look at Shen Yuan to make sure that Shen Yuan is basically nodding his head.

After more than an hour, the model was finally made successfully.

Shen Yuan lay on the table, staring at the model without wanting to divert his eyes.

He wants to go to that mysterious space, wants to try, can he go back to the 21st century, and then come back smoothly.

What are other spatial vortices?

He wants to know, all wants to know!

"Ok?"

The professor raised his head suspiciously. Suddenly, he stroked the hindering hair on his head with his hands, and looked at Shen Yuan.

"Are you the same person as yesterday?"

"..."

Shen Yuan froze, didn't you see it clearly yesterday?How was it determined that it was his just now?

Strange!

"Yes, my name is Shen... No, my name is Zhuo Yuan, Professor, if your hair is in the way, why not trim it?"

Shen Yuan looked at his mopping hair, indeed, it was a bit strange. It was curly and long again, and it was all rolled into a ball.

"I don't know how to cut my hair, and I don't have to look at people."

The professor put down his hand and said with a big grin, Shen Yuan's heart choked, pouch, it turned out to be for this reason.

"I'm not very good, but your hair is really heavy, right?"

The professor nodded to Shen Yuan.

"It's a bit heavier, and occasionally I drop the parts inside. I can't find it for a long time. Sometimes I get angry and want to tear my hair off. Then I remembered that it was my own. Haha..."

Talking and laughing, the professor's entertainment also made Shen Yuan feel that there are some lonely old people...

He decided to ask who has hair repair skills in the afternoon, and please come over.

However, the professor added:

"When there was another person here ten years ago, he cut my hair. Then he went to the danger zone and followed the team to find materials, but he never came back, so no one cut my hair. He I still store all the tools in the back cabinet, but unfortunately no one has opened it again."

After that, the professor was silent for a long time.

Shen Yuan didn't know what to say. He went to the danger zone and didn't come back... because he was in danger and couldn't come back, right?

Obviously, the lonely professor is just such a student, and it ends up like this.

Shen Yuan looked at the so-called back. Just behind the professor, there was a cabinet with tools for cutting hair.

The words that have been marked up specially are written quite big.

"Let me do it!"

Shen Yuan walked to the side of the cabinet. Before the professor could react, he arrived.

"Dad, be careful not to confuse my things with yours, or I will get angry!"

As he approached the cabinet, a row of small characters came into his eyes, and Shen Yuan was stunned.

father?

Ten years ago... that person was the professor's child!

Shen Yuan froze in place, a nervous soreness in his heart, and the tools in front of him were neither moving nor right.

father……

He suddenly thought of his mom and dad, the father who had lost his child, who kept his child's stuff, never dared to move, strictly observing the last words he wrote down.

Shen Yuan didn't know what was wrong, he thought of such a plot, his eyes were sour.

"Ah, do you want to use it? It's okay, don't cry. I haven't used it for many years, and I don't know if it can still be used. Isn't it a man? Even a lady or a male lady, how can it be so fragile? Cut it."

The professor acted more magnanimously than Shen Yuan. Shen Yuan shook his head, wiped away tears, returned to a smile, took a pair of scissors and said:

"My craftsmanship is not very good. Don't blame me if the professor cuts ugly."

"It's okay."

The corners of the professor's mouth are raised. How can this child say the same silly things as my child?

The craftsmanship was bad at first, just practice.