A tall boy was riding a bicycle, and a boy carrying a schoolbag sat in the back seat. The tall boy also made a ringing sound: "Dudu..." from time to time.

Li Mo felt that he was really shameless...it was so embarrassing.

Fortunately, the atmosphere at Yanda is very open, and the classmates on the street did not look at them strangely, and some girls even gave them a thumbs up.

Ten minutes...the most embarrassing ten minutes in Li Mo's life passed like this.

"Let's go, our Class 4 dormitory is on the second floor." Da Fei reached out to hold Li Mo's hand, but he easily dodged it. He decided to keep at least 5 centimeters away from this strange counselor in the future.

"Hello, classmates!" Da Fei directly opened a dormitory room. There were 4 bunk beds in the dormitory room. The top was a bed, and the bottom was a desk. The desks were piled with books, and there was a huge cell on the wall.

Structure diagram.

"Brother Fei is here, please take a seat." Several classmates who were reading in the dormitory immediately put down their books and stood up to greet them warmly. It seemed that this counselor had a good reputation among the students.

"I'm not busy, I'm not busy..." Da Fei waved his hand, "I have a big event to tell you today. You should first gather all the classmates in our class, of course the girls are excluded..."

"Come, sit down." Da Fei helped Li Mo move a chair, "You are the protagonist today."

After a while, the dormitory was crowded with students from Class 4.

Da Fei had almost arrived when he saw the people coming, and said loudly: "Our class has welcomed a new classmate, let's all chirp first."

The students all started to applaud, and Da Fei signaled Li Mo with his eyes.

Li Mo looked a little embarrassed and had to stand up and introduce himself: "Hello everyone, I am Li Mo who has chosen to major in biology."

"Li Mo...did you find Mo Xing's classmate?" Someone in the crowd recognized him. "I heard that Li Mo is our classmate from the Mathematics Department of Yan University."

Still being discovered, Li Mo could only nod his head.

The students in the class were all excited for a moment.

"We have a great master in our class."

"Li Mo from Mo Xing is so awesome..."

This Li Mo is very famous? Da Fei looked at the attitudes of his classmates and was a little confused. At this time, a classmate took out a newspaper and handed it over. The newspaper published a large photo of Li Mo, with the following words:

Chinese scientist.

Only then did Da Fei understand, and he said a little surprised: "Oh, boy, you are an art caster."

Li Mo touched his head and said with a smile: "Biology is just a minor... I am now a graduate student."

Da Fei was not angry at his concealment, but clapped his hands and said, "As long as you join Class 4, you will be my Da Fei's friend."

This "new student meeting" ended at Li Mo's repeated request. Da Fei was also planning to carry Li Mo to the library on his bicycle, but he refused on the excuse that he wanted to exercise.

There are so many people in the library, but Li Mo has no shame and Da Fei appears there on bicycles.

"Didi..." Li Mo walked out of the biology dormitory and dialed Dayong's mobile phone left in Xiaoshan's laboratory.

"Is everything normal in the laboratory?" Li Mo asked.

Dayong replied on the phone: "Everything is normal."

"Thank you for the hard work, you two, staying there all day." Li Mo felt that he cared too little about the laboratory, but he couldn't get away.

Dayong replied: "It's not hard, Mr. Ren has sent a professional security team to settle in."

"Professional security team?" Li Mo remembered that he had not made this request to Mr. Ren. Was it just a good intention?

After hanging up the phone, Li Mo pondered for a moment. Mr. Ren from Weihua sent someone to the laboratory without saying hello. This behavior made him feel that his privacy had been violated, especially since there was an alien computer that had been running in the laboratory.

equipment.

Maybe it's time to organize your own team.

United States, West.

Professor Smith was driving alone on a desolate road. He frowned and muttered from time to time: "I am doing this for country A, not committing a crime."

He had driven on this small road for more than ten kilometers and still had not reached the end. Suddenly, a roadblock appeared in the middle of the road ahead.

Smith breathed a sigh of relief, opened the car door, and got out of the car.

He walked to the left side of the roadblock and opened a well-hidden box containing a numeric keypad.

Smith took out his mobile phone and dialed a confidential number. The call was connected, but no one spoke. Only a mechanical female voice announced a set of numbers. He carefully entered the numbers into the keyboard, and the roadblock slowly rose.

After successfully passing the roadblock, Professor Smith hit the road again. Looking through the rearview mirror, he saw that the roadblock had slowly come down. He knew that when he entered the password just now, there were at least 5 muzzles pointed at him.

Slowing down the car, he took a look at his mobile phone. Sure enough, there was no signal at all. The rumors were true. After passing the roadblock, he entered the satellite shielding area.

At this time, the common food crops on the roadside had been replaced by weeds. Professor Smith regretted his visit a little. He wanted to retreat, but he didn't know what he would face.

Just when he was hesitating, the road came to an end.

At the end of the road is a small white villa.

Before he could wait, he stopped the car and the door of the villa slowly opened.

A young man in a black suit with headphones and sunglasses came up to him. The young man said into the headphones: "Boss, the guests are here."

Then he walked up to Professor Smith and said, "Follow me."

There were several wild ducks swimming in the villa's swimming pool, and their "quacking" sound became the only sound in the villa.

The young man pushed open the door of the villa and made a gesture of invitation. Professor Smith straightened his tie and stepped into the door. There was an old man sitting in the hall, with an intravenous drip hanging from his arm.

The door behind him closed silently, and the young man did not follow.

The sun shines on the bohemian carpet, and the patterns appear particularly clear.

"Mr. J, I'm here." Professor Smith said softly to the old man who seemed to be sleeping.

The ancient old man slowly opened his eyes, wriggled his mouth a few times, and finally his voice came out: "The materials are here." This voice was hoarse and harsh, as if it had magic power that penetrated people's hearts.

These few words made Professor Smith tremble, and he took out a document from his bag and handed it over.

The old man did not open the file, but looked directly at him and asked: "Are you sure?"

Professor Smith felt as if he was being stared at by a hungry wolf. He endured the fear in his heart, nodded and said, "OK."

"Let's go." The old man closed his eyes again and lay back on the chair.

Professor Smith bowed and slowly walked backwards out of the hall.
Chapter completed!