Duchamp opened the back cover of the lawn mower, and immediately gasped, I am afraid that it has not been properly cleaned for several years, mud and oil stains and grass blades mixed into a chaotic color of unknown substance, stubbornly attached to the inner wall of the machine, the blade is rusty, it must not have been cleaned after the previous use, not so much a malfunction, but a need for maintenance.

"It's all about squeezing labor!" Duchamp reluctantly found a scraper and a cleaning agent to clean the oil stains, and began to disassemble the cleaning machine, and before he could finish cleaning, the F3 brothers finished the exam.

Duchamp had no choice but to let them go first, and he had to sharpen the knife and correct the propeller shaft.

"It's a big job!" He muttered to himself, found a grinding wheel, and began to sharpen his knife.

"Simply, even the paint should be repaired, otherwise there will be no good appearance." Duchamp found a bucket of paint and brushed the lid of the mower.

By the time all the work was done, the paint had dried, and the sun had already set, Duchamp pulled the new lawn mower and went to return it to Mr. José.

"Ouch, the craftsmanship is not bad!" José saw that the lawn mower that the old gardener had forced to be repaired, and happily wrote down a 'good' for Duchamp, and tilted his head at the students who were still struggling: "Go and point out a little to those unenlightened stones." ”

Duchamp saw that there were still 1/4 of the students on the scene, meditating on all kinds of gadgets, and some reckless students couldn't put things back after they were removed, and even a few more parts came out after installation.

Duchamp pointed over one by one, and by the way, he looked at the situation of the girls, well, there were three left: Morgana, Elia, and Nina. Now that Aisha has successfully fooled the test, then the girl doesn't need to be guided.

Duchamp thought so, and was just about to cross the girls' section with his legs, when suddenly, a weak voice sounded from his side: "Stelly-san, can you help me take a look at this?" ”

It was Elia who spoke, and the voice sounded so pitiful.

"Nima, why isn't it such a pitiful tone when you gossip about Lao Tzu, fortunately, the old man is magnanimous and doesn't care about you." Duchamp sneered in his heart, smiled and took the circle doll, looked at it, and then told her the answer affirmatively: "The clockwork is missing, and we have to make a new one." ”

"I know, but how do I do it all over again? And there are no such small accessories. Elia asked pitifully.

Duchamp sighed in his heart, if this job fell into the hands of the boys, it might have been done a long time ago.

He snapped a T-shaped stick from a branch and said to Elia, "Just cut it with a knife, and the top should fit into the bayonet." ”

Elia and Nina were all about it, and the last girl, Morgana, with a fire-breathing exasperated look, glared at Duchamp coming in his direction.

Duchamp looked at Morgana's complicated face, took two steps to her console, and suddenly turned 90 degrees away.

"This kid is coming to humiliate me, you must hold on, and you can't let his plot succeed." Morgana kept muttering in her mind. When she woke up from self-hypnosis, she was stunned to find that Duchamp had changed the direction of her actions.

Duchamp walked to the gate of the workshop, looked back and smiled, and asked himself: "Do any other students have questions?" No, that's good, I wish you all a smooth pass. He waved his hand at everyone, turned to leave, and rolled his eyes at the sky and muttered to himself: "There is also a limit to the good temper of the master." ”

Morgana fell into despair completely, and couldn't help but be angry: "This kid dares to ignore me, the whole class, just me without guidance, unforgivable!" With a force in her hand, she accidentally crushed a large piece of her exam homework.

"It's really cautious, he can only leave with one girl without pointing out."

The other students mourned for Morgana in their hearts, and at the same time reminded themselves not to offend the top students in the future.

Duchamp came out of the warehouse, his stomach rumbling with hunger, and he hurried to the white house to find something to eat.

It's Friday night, and it's a crowded time in the White House. Those who came to chat, those who reviewed their homework, and the students who came to look for food like Duchamp, gathered in twos and threes.

"Styry." The classmates in the white house greeted him one after another.

"I haven't eaten yet, I'm going to get evening noodles to eat, is there anything you haven't eaten?" Duchamp asked.

"No need, you can hurry up and cook the noodles, and come and see something after eating." One of the male classmates said that Duchamp remembered that he was one of the leaders in charge of the internship program and the popularization of the technology of the Guiding Advance Mission, named Thomas.

Five minutes later, Duchamp came out with a large bowl of noodles and watched Thomas and the others working on a drawing.

"What is this?" Duchamp saw the huge drivetrain on the drawings.

"The Conductive Water Mill, an improved system for the Crowe family's Steering Mill, can combine the old Steering Mill with the Guiding Force Drive for a small amount of money, thereby increasing efficiency. In addition, if it is not used to drive the water mill, it can also be used to drive other facilities in the mill to achieve multiple purposes. ”

Duchamp glanced at the equipment in the drawings and said, "That may require tens of thousands of meters, can Crow get it at home?" ”

"After all, this is a business, with a little money, the grain that can be processed in the mill will increase by several types, and the efficiency will also be improved, and this money can be earned back in a year, it is worth investing, and we have discussed it with Crow."

Thomas rolled up the drawings and said excitedly: "A few of our classmates in the south plan to follow the example of the Guiding Force Advance Detachment, and when the winter vacation is over, they will first help the Crow family complete the renovation of the mill house, and then go home." ”

Duchamp had an idea, suddenly remembered the recruitment, and asked Thomas: "Your class of students is about to graduate, are you willing to work in Gatapunia, or have you not found a job yet?" ”

Thomas shook his head and said: "After all, Gatapunia is too remote and not suitable for me, I plan to graduate and set up a guide force office by myself, specifically to popularize the technology of the guide advance team, and several classmates have already expressed their willingness to work together." ”

It's a good thing that someone is willing to start a new firm.

Duchamp happily asked: "In which city do you plan to set up, and have you thought of the name?" ”

"The location should be my hometown, the old capital of Santa Teyak, where the guiding force technology can be called quite backward. I was originally going to go home to take over the business of the store, but I was very touched by your lecture. Now that you have learned the application of guiding force, you should really apply it. As for the name, I haven't decided on it yet. After it is established, I will write to you to tell you. ”

Duchamp sighed and said: "I really can't imagine that we are going to be separated so soon, and I don't feel like I have started to do anything yet." ”

Thomas empathized, nodded, and said, "When the graduation ceremony is held, you must get drunk seriously." ”

The other students approached and nodded their heads, the third-year seniors in the club were about to graduate, and everyone was actually quite reluctant. A first-year student reluctantly said, "It's a pity, not long after receiving the guidance of the senior, we are about to separate." ”

Thomas smiled and said, "There is nothing to regret, in fact, this semester, it was you who guided me, without you, I would not have found my direction." You have Stellar and Goode, and in three years you have achieved far more than me, and you will definitely be able to work together for our goals in the future. ”

'Struggle together', Duchamp heard this word, and for some reason, he suddenly had an inexplicable emotion, and he felt that he seemed to have a companion.