Wan Ming received a call from Wen Hai and rushed to the affiliated hospital as soon as possible.

Carrying a package in his hand, he hurried towards Wen Hai, who greeted him at the gate of the courtyard, with a panicked expression, and almost tripped over the steps before stepping into the gate.

Wen Hai beside him certainly understood his feelings at this time.

This time, Wan Ming really saw Wan Fang getting up from the hospital bed to wait for his arrival.

Wan Ming was overexcited, and when he was close to Wan Fang, he was touched by the metal bracket of the isolation cover again, and a blood mark immediately appeared on his forehead.

Seeing this, Wan Fang was moved to the side of the bed, and picked up the ready-made transparent band-aid on the head of the bed and pasted it on him.

At this time, where can Wan Ming take care of his little trauma.

Looking up and down at Wanfang, are there any parts missing?

If you can't see it clearly, you can get started directly.

Wan Fang endured it at first, and then avoided Wan Ming's touch without missing a trace, and picked up a bottle of energy liquid left by others to comfort him, probably fruit-flavored, and he had to watch Wan Ming drink it, showing special intimacy.

In order to leave room for communication between the 'father and son', Wen Hai did not enter the house directly.

Instead, he waited outside the door of the isolation room, turning on his spiritual sense to hear what trouble the young master would encounter.

When you want him to show up, you have to show up right away.

But from the current point of view, the 'father and son' talk is okay, especially the kind of harmony that leaves no trace is beyond imagination.

Wanfang didn't expect this, and soon realized that this was the effect of signing in to the memory of the necromantic Wanfang.

It can be seen that the deceased had a good relationship with his father.

Could it be that this Wanming treats human slaves really what's so special?

What if he could be a Terran traverser?

"Hey, there's no such thing."

Wan Fang teased himself.

However, he had already thought about it and decided to recognize the 'thief' as his father.

For the sake of the great cause of human slavery, why not recognize the thief as the father?

If you can't even stand this grievance, why talk about revitalizing human slavery?

Wan Ming thought about Wan Fang almost the whole time, making sure that he was fine.

Only then did he have a great appetite, and drank the whole bottle of fruity energy liquid in one go.

Suddenly I got up, feeling a little top-heavy vertigo, but the smile was always on my face.

At this time, Wen Hai stepped forward, patted Wan Ming's shoulder and said, "Don't worry! Can I lie to you? ”

Wan Ming smiled from ear to ear, no matter what Wen Hai said at this time, it was right.

Then he seemed to remember something, turned around and opened the burden on the bed, took out a red medium-length cotton robe, and asked Wanfang to put it on immediately, saying that this is not only festive but also ward off evil spirits.

It was custom-made by Uncle Shi Kun two days ago, specifically to welcome you home.

"And this is exquisite?"

The circle of two eyes.

"Let's go, let's go home!"

Wan Ming pulled Wan Fang and was about to leave this obscure isolation room.

"Sir, both sleds are ready."

The servant of the man standing outside the door of the isolation room waiting.

"Let's take a sleigh back, and you can get the other one back by yourself, go to Shikun's shop first, and say that the young master will go home, and he will have time to let him come to the house."

Wan Fang heard that Wan Ming really had a good relationship with Shi Kun, and this Shi Kun Bacheng was the one who was rubbed by him in the 'bath'.

Wan Ming sent the servants away first, and then left in the opposite direction with Wan Fang in a wolf mastiff sleigh.

After the sleigh left the cloning center, a place full of human and slave shame, Wan Fang turned back sharply to see Wen Hai still standing at the door and watching them affectionately.

And Wen Hai was stunned because the young master who was far away was dressed in red like fire, and the surrounding was lined with snow, and he really wanted to be prosperous.

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Next

'Class A Signatory School'.

As soon as you enter the school gate, the first thing that catches your eye is a white ice stone wall.

There are a few large eye-catching letters on it

'Zhu Juzhou's alma mater'

Engraved with vigorous and powerful grass.

Black on white, highlighting the absolute official format.

Behind the wall, there was a banner that read, "Congratulations to the students of our school on the success of the test of the Wanfang spiral separation tank!" 'A long string of words, yellow characters on a red background, and paper words cut and pasted in the old Song style.

Before coming to school, Wan Fang was afraid of being too ostentatious, and he didn't want to wear the red robe to ward off evil spirits, but changed to a more low-key outfit, a close-fitting white cardigan jacket, black bloomers with animal skin moire boots of the same color, a knee-length green shirt wrapped outside, long hair tied up, and the bun was fixed with ice jade inlaid gold hairpins, so he looked like a young man.

Wan Fang only asked Wan Ming to bring him to school.

If it weren't for the first time I came to the 'first-class school', I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to control the situation, so I wouldn't even let Wan Ming come.

But it's just like this, and when I entered the teaching building along the corner, I was still recognized by the students who were thieves.

"Wanfang! It's Wanfang! Wanfang is back! ”

Good guys, the originally quiet campus suddenly boiled, and in the entire playground, I don't know when so many students came out of the windows of the teaching building, all waving their hands and shouting the same name - Wanfang.

It's simply 'who in the world doesn't know you'!

Wan Fang almost entered the sophomore classroom surrounded by his classmates, and with the only memory of signing in, he had a slight impression of the scene in front of him, but it was only a residual impression.

Soon, the principal, the director of academic affairs, the homeroom teacher of the second year of high school, and other teachers accompanied Wan Ming to the classroom.

Fortunately, Wanfang did not mess with these people through memory.

In this way, his C-position debut is quite successful.

And the next details just need to follow the trend.

Anyway, with his protagonist's face and the protagonist's aura on his body, as long as he swings there, he doesn't need to say anything, and naturally someone will rush to round the field for him.

"Tut-tut! When I left a few days ago, I was still a signer, and when I came back, it was three paragraphs, can I still play? ”

"Don't say that there are no third-level signers in first-class schools, even in the first and second grades of the signatories college, there are very few people in this rank!"

"What else is this college entrance examination? You can report it directly! ”

"Wanfang came back from the 'spiral separation pool' this time, and it is even more handsome."

"It's drip, it's drip, but he's so handsome, it's not handsome on the surface, but handsome on an inner temperament, it's hard to say, anyway, you and I can't keep this temperament if we evolve a few times."

"It's the same evolutionary person, why is he evolved like this? I'm so jealous! ”

"This kind of handsomeness should only be in the world, and I don't know why it fell into Wanzang?"

However, all these praises came from the hearts of the students, and they could only be silently recited in their hearts, but they could not be spoken.

But this happens to be the highest level of 'silence is better than sound at this time'.

And each of the students seemed to feel that they were greeted in a different way.

Even his gestures, even in a daze and sneezing and picking his nostrils with his little finger would be so extraordinary.

Especially his playful tongue sticking out and blowing bubbles are even more handsome.

"Hey, you said that Wan Fang was not crippled by antimatter play this time, and even after he came back from the reverse play, will his teeth evolve into human slaves, I am really looking forward to having a pair of real teeth, which can bite and eat and write."

A student who definitely needs to lose weight asks a good buddy who rides on him.

"You can see this yourself, and see if Wanfang doesn't knock out your dentures."

The good buddy squeaked the fat man's armpit as he spoke.

"Anyway, I heard that the teeth of the high-level signers are all implanted, just like the real thing. But I haven't heard that I can grow it, so wouldn't it really evolve into a human race? ”

"You Shar Pei, evolve into a human race not only to see if you have teeth, but also to see if you have a soul......"

The classmates were talking about it, but they didn't know anything about it.

However, what Wan Fang knew in his heart was that he really didn't know these classmates in front of him.

And the only remaining memory knowledge remains on the surface.

His little movements couldn't help but hide his panic.

In fact, although 'first-class school' is the first word A, it has always been less well-known than 'second-class school' at the beginning of its establishment.

Three years ago, since Zhu Juzhou, who had become mediocre, walked out of here, the 'first-class school' was truly corrected, and of course it became the No. 1 middle school that crushed the 'second-class school'.

Maybe the next Wanfang will put a decal on this school again.

The decoration in the school auditorium is all made in advance, and it will come in handy immediately when Wanfang returns.

In less than an hour, Wan Fang was like a Buddha on the rostrum of the ceremonial file, unconventionally on an equal footing with the president and the dean of academic affairs.

At this time, they were looking for Wan Fang's father, but Wan Ming was still a shadow.

However, for the spirited Wanfang, this kind of search between 'father and son' is a different matter.

Wan Fang used the spiritual sense of the 'aura key' to sweep back and forth towards the stage, but except for the faces of the strange classmates who were crowded, he couldn't find Wan Ming's not very annoying 'thief' father's face.

But Wanfang can clearly sense that he is around.

Suddenly I wanted to sneeze, but I couldn't erupt in front of the principal and the dean of academic affairs, so I turned my head suddenly, and after sneezing, I looked up and saw Wan Ming's figure hiding in the shadow of the curtain.

It was really a thousand times that everyone was looking for him, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the dim light.