That night, Shangguan was no longer in the mood to talk to Mei Ping about anything, and he perfunctorily agreed to Mei Ping's requests, including "absolute confidentiality" and "absolute forgetting the content of the video". Then, after experiencing Mei Ping's bitter bombardment, he returned to the bedroom with his tired body.

As soon as he entered the door, Xie Erdong threw the motorcycle helmet into Shangguan's cup, and said in a trembling tone: "I'll give you back this thing, it still belongs to you after all, and it's not good for me to hold it anymore." He threw it over at once, as if he had received some hot potato, and completely lost the smug and lewd look he had when he had taken advantage of a small advantage and said, "You can't take it back again."

As soon as he saw this helmet, Shangguan thought of his father. This is a complex emotion of hatred and longing, in order to suppress such emotions, he didn't notice Xie Erdon's abnormality much, but just slightly disdainful, and asked, "What, didn't this thing say I don't want it?" ”

"This thing is haunted, and when I was sleeping at noon today, I heard it suddenly make music on its own." As Sheldon spoke, he stepped back half a step. It seems that he was really frightened, and kicked down a box on the ground next to him without paying attention.

"You're playing too much of the game and hallucinating." Shangguan gave the timid roommate a blank look, and then threw the helmet into his cupboard.

The light blue motorcycle helmet, although a little old, emitted bursts of crystal blue light in the cabinet.

Shangguan ignored this, and after calling Xiaohui's mobile phone, he helplessly found that the other party had turned off the phone. He sent a text message, saying, "Xiaohui, I really have nothing to do with that pair of sisters, we only met tonight, just take their hitchhike back, please believe me, okay?" After the call, he read it again and made sure that his attitude was sincere and his tone was firm, so he worriedly pressed the send button and sent the text message.

Although he still had something to do in his heart tonight, because the amount of training in the afternoon was too large, Shangguan was already too tired after going to bed, and he fell asleep in less than five minutes.

On the second day, the sun rose as usual, and the cool wind continued to blow on the campus, bringing a very promising and beautiful day.

Gujos was a very hardworking man, and although he had drunk a little more with his old friend Uncle Yang the night before, he still got up at five o'clock the next morning. He has adhered to this habit for more than ten years, getting up at five o'clock every day, running for 40 minutes, taking a hasty shower in the computer building, eating steamed buns and soy milk packed and bought on the road, and starting a day's work.

It is precisely because he starts to work hard at about six o'clock every day, and has adhered to such a diligent rhythm for nearly 20 years, that he will have outstanding skills and strength than others.

Every successful person in the world, in fact, there is no big mystery, they just maintain a more diligent living habit than ordinary people, that's all. It can be said that what kind of habits you have will determine what kind of person you will become. This is the unchanging truth in the world. Those who want to find shortcuts, easy ways to make money, and opportunities will definitely die of old age, and they will not be able to find the magic route or formula they want.

After eating the last bun, Guchos whistled and walked out of his office, and as soon as he looked up, he was stunned. I saw that Shangguan was already neatly dressed, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and standing in front of the door of the training room.

"Yo, you're very diligent." Gujos suppressed his somewhat surprised expression a little and said lightly.

"Well, because I think I'm too good, I'd better spend more time training." Shangguan's tone was also very calm, and there were no grandiose words. However, when Guchos had just opened the door to the training room, and before the air conditioner was turned on, he had already jumped on the low-level training machine from yesterday and pressed the power button.

When the students were about to put on the simulated helmet, Gujos asked, "It's not going to die in such a hurry, right, have you had breakfast?" If I haven't eaten, I still have leftover xiaolongbao on my desk.

"Well, on the way over, I already bought a loaf of bread at the supermarket downstairs and ate it." Shangguan said this, his expression was serious and serious. Then, he put on his helmet and focused on entering the world of the mech.

"What a hard worker, and the level of hard work is even better than I did back then." Gujos looked at his students with some jealousy, went into the back room, sat down in front of one of his special computers, and went about his day's work.

As a staff member of the Mecha Association, Guchos has a bohemian surname, but he still has to deal with some routine work. Dean Lin assigned him the task: "Monitor all the students in the Central South University area who are talented in mecha piloting and have the potential to become pilots, and give them appropriate guidance to attract them to the mecha association." In addition, like other members of the association, he must take over the task appropriately and earn enough honor points to buy the rights and conveniences he enjoys in the association.

Guchos's favorite place to visit is the campus network forum of Central South University. Because many students of the school gather here, this is the best platform to know about the school's current events, in addition to the beautiful photos of each sister must not be missed, he will also follow up on the battle situation and results of some mecha competitions, and download some battle videos of promising young people, and observe them as necessary.

Like Shangguan, this is how he was discovered by Gu Qiaos.

Another of Guchos's methods is to use his various acquaintances on campus to find candidates for himself. Everyone in the circle of friends knows that he is a "big naughty boy", as long as it is related to the online game "Mecha World", he will be very interested. Therefore, they will also introduce him to the emerging game masters of each department, so that Guchos can be used as an opponent in the online battle competition. Of course, Guchos, who is so powerful in the real mecha world, often uses only five successes to ravage those college students who claim to be masters in "Mecha World" to the point that they lose all their self-confidence, and some even despair of mecha technology since then...... But that's another episode.

On this day, when Gujos was wandering around on the post as usual, he suddenly saw a post that caught his eye. The netizen with the screen name "oooo831" posted:

"Last night, I and my girlfriend escaped tickets from the back mountain to Yuelu Mountain to play, after watching the night view, we returned from the mountain along the road, drank a little mountain spring at the few sip of clear spring on the side of the road, and then was about to go down, we suddenly heard some metal sound in the temple, my girlfriend was scared and couldn't stand it, I usually like to watch ghost movies, so I bet with my girlfriend that I went over to see what was going on, if it was found out that it was really not haunted, she would wash my clothes for a week this week......

With such a competitive mentality, I slowly walked to the temple, which was decades old, and the two doors were broken and covered with cobwebs. But when I looked out, I saw a man in a cloak, with a silver exploding head, standing there like an astronaut in an interstellar voyage. The man was holding a cell phone in his hand and muttering something I didn't understand technical terms...... I felt that there was even a terrible murderous aura from that person's body, so I didn't even dare to breathe, walked back directly, took my girlfriend's hand and ran away......"

Gujos looked at the time of the post, it was 11:50 p.m. last night, and it seemed that the poor student had gone back to his dorm room to write such a post after being frightened. But the current status of the post is "blocked", because the administrator feels that he "publishes rumors without scientific basis", Gujos looked at the original five or six netizen messages below, and the attitude was all disbelieving.

Another netizen even listed in detail the three reasons why this thing is "ridiculous and unreliable": "First, astronauts don't wear cloaks, cloaks are equipment in the wizarding world of Harry Potter, do you have a little common sense." Second, since that person is an alien, how can he use a mobile phone on Earth? Third, since they are such trendy aliens, how could they choose an oldschool place like a broken temple, they must go to the top of the mountain, the seaside, the top floor of the library, these more modern and beautiful scenes, if you don't believe it, go to see the movie, it's all filmed like this......" Finally, after a passionate analysis, the brother left a comment that was: "You guy just wants to be popular, and made up a ghost story to deceive everyone." Such a person is shameless, bastard, and a dead bachelor, and you still have a girlfriend, who believes it, you are a bachelor until you are fifty years old, you ......"

The wording that followed became more and more exciting, scolding a lot of swear words and angry words that could not be put on the stage...... After reading it, Gujos was a little speechless, and thought: Classmate, even if people tell a ghost story, how can they hinder you......

Although CUHK has produced talented people, it seems that it has also produced a lot of angry young people.

Because Gujos is a specially authorized account of the forum, he can see all the content that has been blocked and deleted, so the blocking of this post did not cause him any kind of dyslexia. Gujos squeaked his head and smiled, and after looking back at the post again, making sure he had all the key information in his head, he turned off his computer.

The task he is taking on now is an "S"-level pursuit mission: "Arrest the body kidnapper Cruz who fled to Central South University." He looked at the task card hidden on his body, slumped in his chair to relax his waist, closed his eyes and pondered for a while, and then said, "Well, in that case, let's go over there and have a look." Didn't the online post mention that the man heard a "strange metal sound", maybe it was something related to mechas.

Moreover, every powerful pilot will have his own special preference for dressing or acting style, and it seems that it is these strange things that can satisfy their unique and profound sense of self-existence.

To this extent, pilots are really the most perverted group of beings in this society.