Time always flies by very quickly, at least in Ender's eyes, days without anything going on are like a sports car driven by Angers, passing by at an unreasonable speed.
When Ander saw Old Tang again, he was lying on the bed, with a ballpoint pen fixed on his prosthetic leg, writing and drawing on the paper. The pen slid on the paper and made a rustling sound.
Old Tang raised his head when he heard Ander's footsteps. After this period of treatment, Old Tang's face returned to its original beauty. His skin turned from a healthy wheat color to pale due to being unable to go out.
"Ander, you're here." Old Tang greeted Ender, who seemed to be in good spirits.
"Here, Ronald, how are you doing lately? I heard those guys said you are sorting out your memory?" Ender waved his hand, took a chair and sat down, looking at what Old Tang had just written, which was
The crooked Chinese is mixed with a few English sentences, which looks a bit messy.
"I have never written so many words since elementary school," Old Tang said as he moved his arm, and the pen fixed on the prosthetic limb moved up and down with his movements:
"But there are a lot of messy things in my mind, and I think I should write them down."
"Ronald, wouldn't you consider getting a recording equipment or hiring someone to write for you?"
"No, Ender, let's forget it." Old Tang moved his body and asked, "More than this, I want to know when I can go out."
"Can't you suppress your desire for adventure?" Ander tilted his head and looked at the desolate ground and the blue planet outside the ward window: "You have reached the edge of the world in the true sense."
"It's just a desolate satellite. That's nice to say," Old Tang curled his lips: "Even though you said that, you won't let me go out, right?"
"At least in a few months, your identity is very sensitive now. In theory, you should be a dead person." Ander nodded, looked at Old Tang with prosthetic limbs and said, "And it's not convenient for you to go out like this.
, I’ll wait until I get you new equipment later.”
"The guys in the laboratory said they were going to make a set of alloy skeletons, and with the help of magic, they might be able to help me stand up again." After saying this, Old Tang finally showed a smile: "Tell me, Ender, can I become a magician?"
What?"
"Come on, Ronald. Every time I play DND, I've never seen you choose a mage. What did you say back then? Mage is fragile and troublesome. Why not choose a rogue or barbarian?" Ender
He unceremoniously told the dark history of Old Tang.
"But I'm afraid I can't be a stalker now," Old Tang gestured to the prosthetic limb in his hand: "Why don't you just turn me into a Dragonborn? It would be good to switch to a warlock then."
"Let's wait until you recover. There are some problems with ordinary people transforming into dragonborn. In theory, you will live with the dragon's head for the rest of your life. You must at least consider it for your brother." Ander said helplessly.
"Of course I know what the Dragonborn is like. I've been playing DND since the third edition. Speaking of which, how is my brother doing now?" Old Tang said nonchalantly, then turned around and returned to Constantine.
"That brain...your brother is still the same as before. Now the people in the biology department are trying to supply energy to the brain. Unfortunately, there are no other samples. The other brain nuclei are not complete and will lose activity soon after they are taken out.
"
Ander chatted with Old Tang, and the topic ranged from the minds of the four kings to Lu Mingfei's recent studies. It wasn't until Old Tang felt tired that Ander reluctantly left.
At this moment, Lu Mingfei, who is in the college, is struggling with Alchemy Mechanics. Due to Kassel’s system, freshman years are not divided into subjects, and Alchemy Mechanics, a subject that you can tell is a science just by the name, is unfortunately a public course.
one.
So it was a tragedy for Lu Mingfei, who was good at liberal arts. Although he had become a hero among mixed races, his status did not give him any extra points in the exam. He still had to learn what he should learn.
Fortunately, Professor Mance, the tutor of the alchemical mechanics course, seems to be working on a project in China and has not returned for two or three months, so the teaching task naturally continues to fall on Professor Mance's close disciple, Chen
On Mo Tong's body.
I have to say that Chen Motong, the senior student, is quite interesting. Now Lu Mingfei is left alone by her. The two of them stay in the empty classroom. Don't get me wrong, Lu Mingfei doesn't feel any ambiguity about this scene at all.
.
"You kid, you did all your homework wrong. These things need to be counted as regular points." Chen Motong rubbed his eyebrows with a headache: "Although you have missed so many classes, you can't be like this."
Lu Mingfei scratched his head and said with an apologetic smile: "Sister, I just came back. Could you be so generous and let me go?"
Chen Motong handed Lu Mingfei a pile of information angrily and said, "Don't be so talkative. This is the information I compiled. Take it back and read it carefully. I'll give you a hand when the exam comes."
"Thank you!" Lu Mingfei smiled and put the information into his schoolbag. He and Chen Motong had gotten to know each other a lot these days. This senior had a unique personality that always made people gather around her.
Lu Mingfei packed up his things, but saw Chen Motong staring directly at his face. Lu Mingfei stepped back a few steps and asked, "Senior, do you have anything else?"
Chen Motong stretched out her hand, pinched Lu Mingfei's face a few times, and asked curiously: "I've wanted to ask you for a long time, how did you get such a good face? You were still a rotten potato a month ago.
, now I am white and tender, even the most advanced plastic surgery hospitals can’t do this.”
"The college's technology," Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. Due to recent treatment, the skin on his face has returned to its previous appearance. He explained to Chen Motong: "There are always some black technologies and so on."
"The effect is so good, many girls want to apply to the school to have plastic surgery like you." Chen Motong looked at Lu Mingfei's reborn skin with envy, which was smooth and tender, like a newborn baby, which made the women in the college
Fascinated by it.
"No, then, it's too uncomfortable. I have to cut off the old skin and grow it back bit by bit." Lu Mingfei waved his hand, put on his schoolbag, and walked out of the classroom: "Let's go first, senior sister, next time
Goodbye class."
Chen Motong was also packing her things and preparing to go back to the dormitory, but she heard the noise below. She walked to the window and took a look, and found a pair of twins who looked similar but had very different temperaments being welcomed by everyone downstairs.
"Chu Tong, Chu Feng, the two of them are back from their mission?" Chen Motong muttered, picked up his things and walked out.