Heroic Death System

You can start thinking about how to make money and make a lot of money. He graduated shortly before the accident, and his wages, combined with the money he earned from his part-time work over the years, totalled just over 200,000 savings. Thanks also to Lieutenant Hoon for helping him pay all his medical bills, otherwise he would surely be heavily indebted now.

Two hundred and twenty thousand may already be good for other young people who have just entered society, but compared to someone's family and financial resources, the roots are much worse than the weeds on the side of the road. He's not being paranoid, but his lover is so tall that he can't be too cold.

In this life, he studied mechanical and electronic engineering, so if you want to make money, it's best to start with this, and get involved in other industries easily raises suspicions.

Technological industries are generally segmented, with high incomes often linked to new technologies, the most important of which are yet to be found. In several of the worlds he had experienced, the level of technology was more advanced than that of the world, only taking into account differences in energy, metallic materials and other factors that required recalculation and adaptation, but the core principles were common.

After repeated reflections, it was possible to decide to make "home robot” his first R&D technology project. A number of intelligent robots have emerged today, except that this “intelligent” is still far from “intelligent” and can only execute simple commands, such as autonomous garbage removal, food finishing, visitor records, courier and mailing, renovation handling, hazard warning, health diagnostics and other functions are still blank or immature. What remains to be done is to build on existing technologies and innovate so that intelligent robots can become good companions at home, just like computers.

It was obviously not enough to create a company because of his current economic situation, so he intended to focus on design innovation, then apply for a patent, and then look for a partner. Similar technology, he could come up with a dozen things at random, but a robotic project should suffice if developed in cooperation.

It may be wondered if, if he had successfully applied for fifty technical patents, he would be able to obtain a summoning beast named "Lieutenant Hun”. If 50 doesn't work, what about a hundred?

Ding, the phone received a text message, click on it, it's Fei Hun.

Fei Hun: [Come out for dinner, Bao Rui Hotel 808.

It's an instant, arbitrary kiss, and it doesn't ask if anyone has time. Jean can leave his phone on the couch, pick up the pillow and smash it a few times, then get up and change.

When he walked out of the house, he could suddenly read his mind and send a text back to Lieutenant Hun: [Want to eat the roasted duck of the rice farmer today, should we go together?

After texting, he walked out of the house in a shaky spirit, called a taxi and headed straight to the Minang family.

Halfway to the car, the phone received a new message: [Hmm.

The corner of the mouth rises and the curved eyes shine with delightful colour.

The bodyguard suspected that he was escorting a false lord. What is the identity of the Lord, the Prince of the First Gate of the Capital? He booked a luxury meal and invited someone to eat with dignity, and not only did he not answer his appointment, he also tried to hook up the medallion with a roasted duck - hitchhiking! Moreover, the Minotaurs are nearly 40 kilometres away from their B&R hotel, which typically takes half an hour without traffic jams.

However, it is incredible that the Lord should really give up his luxury meal and go to the suburbs for long distances!

It's also the first time a bodyguard has met a guy who's so annoying to a lord, and it's also the first time he's seen a lord so obedient to a man.

The Meenon family is an earthenware restaurant, and roasted ducks are one of their specialties. You can book a box, open the window and see a green bamboo forest and distant vegetable gardens and farmland.

There is no hustle and bustle in the city, the air is fresh and peaceful.

Sit lazily by the window and enjoy the view from the window while sipping tea. This is what Lieutenant Hun saw when he walked into the box.

“Here you are.” Put down the teacup, get up and greet him, greet him, then take the teapot and pour him a hot cup of tea.

Fei Hun weighed the surrounding environment. Although it is not very upscale, it does not have any special features.

“Want something to eat?” Jean could sit beside him and hand him the menu.

“You order.” Lieutenant Hun's gaze fell on Sang-kok and looked at him without a trace.

“Then I'll do whatever I want.” You're welcome to cook seven or eight dishes to the waiter's skill.

Fei Hun's eyes were slightly dim and his expression had to be soothed. Many people, even if they want to behave naturally deliberately, reveal a breakthrough in certain details. But this man is different in front of me, and he really... doesn't think of himself as a person.

“Drinking?” It's fair to say, "the sale of authentic rice wine here may not be as upscale as red wine, but it also has a different flavor. ”

“Okay.” Lieutenant Hun had no objection.

Jean-Claude compared him to an “OK” position, adding a pot of wine to the waiter.

When the dishes are ready, the two begin to have a pleasant meal.

Lieutenant Hun has always followed a good habit of silence and eating in an orderly manner. There's a lot to talk about, but someone's expression is cold as wind-dried shit, not only makes people talk about fun, but also affects his appetite.

Jean-Claude picked up the chopsticks and silently clipped a piece of tofu to him. This sour spicy tofu is also one of the characteristics of the Mei farmer family. The white tofu looks delicious and refreshing, but it tastes very... refreshing.

The last time I hosted Lieutenant Hun at home, I could tell that this guy wasn't used to eating spicy food.

Indeed, when Lieutenant Hun put the tofu into his mouth unprotectedly, the expression on his face broke apart for a moment.

Hand him a teacup filled with wine as soon as you can, and then…

“I'm going to the bathroom.” Lieutenant Hun stood up violently and quickly walked out of the compartment.

Shan can succeed in turning a piece of wind-dried shit into a fresh piece of shit.

Five or six minutes later, Lieutenant Hun returned to his compartment, and his face had returned to normal. However, when he looked at Sangkou, he had a dangerous aura in his eyes. He admitted he had a crush on this guy, but he wasn't up to the point of letting him fool around.

“I still have things to do, that's all for today.” Lieutenant Hun pulled out his card to pay the bill.

“I've already paid.” Jean can get up and smile at Lieutenant Hun, "Can I take a lift? ”

“No.” Lieutenant Hun turned around and left.

“Hey, come on.” Jean can rush to catch up, "see if I can give you a lift for another meal. ”

“Call yourself a cab.” Lieutenant Hun walked straight to his parking space.

“I'll call your car.” You can run one step ahead and drill in through the door the bodyguard opened.

Lieutenant Hun stopped and stared at him in the shadows.

“Come on up!” You can shoot the space around you and laugh at the animals harmless.

The bodyguard looked at him in shock and carefully measured his face, then whispered, “Sir, do you need a subordinate to pull him out? ”

“No need.” Lieutenant Hun boarded the car and sat beside Shang Cao, the space suddenly became extraordinarily forced.

The car starts and the bodyguard is focused on driving without oblique vision.

All the way to silence, the atmosphere is stiff to the extreme.

Yet the shadow of "I'm not happy and I don't want to make you feel better” emanates from someone who doesn't care at all.

The bodyguard drove the car downstairs to Sankoh's neighborhood and got off to open the door for him.

“I don't think I'm having too much fun today. Why don't we buy you another meal?” You can look at the man around you.

“I'm busy.” No appointment.

Although his expression was horrible, he didn't feel any disgust from him. I'm afraid if you were someone else, you'd be in town like this.

“I'll see you when you're not busy.” Jean smiled at him and turned away from the car.

Lie Hun looked at his far back and his expression grew more gloomy. He just left? No apologies, no favors, no hairs for him!

Lieutenant Hun's face is frozen. What the hell is Shun Mao?

“Lord, where are you going next?” The bodyguard asked.

“Hotel." Lieutenant Hun had his own house downtown, but he rarely went back to stay. In a typically high-end residential area, the living is basically the capital's face figure, the relationship is absolutely inextricable, the head can't be looked up, and for him who is face-blind, socializing is a very troublesome thing. Instead of buying another room, it's better to stay directly in a hotel, which is all over the country.

A hint of rose wrapped around the nose, a scent that could be left behind. Fei Hun's eyebrows were tight, and he recalled the scene of the two of them eating. A subtle feeling was raised in his heart. There was both the rage of being tricked and the pleasure of being intimated. Several contradictory emotions were mixed together so that Lieutenant Hun did not know how to handle them. But undeniably, he likes the feeling of being with him.

It's just that after this one, I'm afraid... he won't be as close to himself as he was before, will he?

Thinking of this, Fei Hun couldn't bear to be irritated. At this time, his fingers seemed to touch something. Looking down, I noticed that there was a small gift box the size of a ring box in the car seat and it was beautifully wrapped.

Fei Hun picked up the gift box, opened the package and took a look, his eyebrows suddenly loosened, and a shallow smile appeared.

In the gift box, there is a cake shaped like a chicken, the chicken's head is raised, the tail is raised high, a heroic and righteous look, the drum's belly is engraved with a golden “friend”, the eyes are very sharp, the expression is unusually solemn.

For a moment, Lieutenant Hun saw it as Sang-koo and couldn't help laughing. I was in a dull mood and carried it all at once.

The bodyguard glanced at Lieutenant Hun's smile and shook his hand. He almost drove the car to the sidewalk. MMD, laughing is worse than not laughing!

“‘Friends’?” Lieutenant Hun frowned and muttered, “Do you want to be my ‘chicken’ friend?” (OK: Correct answer [Bi Chi].

Fei Hun picked up the chicken, looked quietly for a long time, then put it in his mouth, slowly tasted it, a sweet smell filled his nose, making his whole person soft...