It probably felt like an explosion inside the skull.

It exploded into fireworks, shot up into the sky, and then crackled into points of light.

Hold on! Xu Zhaixing, hold on! You have been embarrassed one after another in front of your idol today! You must cherish this last moment!!!

She slowly loosened her clenched teeth, letting out the breath she was holding in her heart imperceptibly, and then took the mechanical puppy handed over by Cen Feng with a serious face.

Because the battery is installed, the puppy's tail keeps wagging up and down, and its body also sways, giving it an ugly and cute mechanical feel.

Xu Zhaixing carefully held it in his hand, looked at it for a long time, raised his head and said to Cen Feng seriously: "Brother, thank you, I like it very much!"

With that tone and look, it seemed as if what he was gifting was not a worthless puppy that had been assembled at random, but some sort of East China Sea Night Pearl.

Cen Feng's heart trembled slightly.

He put the remaining parts back into his bag and stood up with his backpack. His expression was still indifferent, but his tone was much softer than when they first met, "As long as you like it."

Xu Zhaixing's ears turned red due to excitement, and even her young face was stained with a thin layer of blush. She suppressed the tremor in her voice and whispered: "Brother, I don't know when I will meet you again next time.

When I see you this time, I feel that you have lost some weight. Boys don’t have to be so thin. You should eat more."

Cen Feng didn't seem to expect that she would say this. He was stunned for a moment before nodding and saying yes.

Xu Zhaixing laughed, took two steps back while holding the puppy that was still wagging its tail, and waved slightly: "Goodbye, brother."

Cen Feng said: "Goodbye."

He put his backpack on his shoulders, turned around and left, put on his hat and mask again, and became the boy who kept away from strangers again. After walking far away, he looked back.

The little girl was still standing there, looking in his direction. When she saw him turning around, she waved her hand obediently.

It was too far away to see her face clearly, but Cen Feng thought she must be smiling.

The company had a holiday today, and when he returned to the dormitory, the other three roommates were there, huddled on the sofa in the living room watching a gunfight movie. The laughter of several people suddenly disappeared the moment he entered the room, and the whole living room was only filled with the movie.

The sound of gunfire.

Cen Feng didn't care and went straight back to his room.

Since he almost threw Yin Chang out of the window last time, Yin Chang has never been a monster again, at least he has not come to him to show his presence. The other two roommates used to think that he was difficult to get along with, but now they think he is a monster.

A lunatic, the kind who will pull you to death together when you go crazy.

They are all a little afraid of him.

However, the three of them kept this matter secret and did not tell anyone about it. Yin Chang felt embarrassed, and the other two did not want to cause trouble. If Cen Feng hated them, he would go crazy one day and break into their room in the middle of the night to silence them.

what to do?

People are scared to death.

As soon as Cen Feng's door closed, the two roommates looked at each other and looked at Yin Chang, who looked unhappy in the middle. They lowered their voices to comfort: "It's okay. As long as we don't mess with him, he won't talk to us."

Yin Chang reluctantly nodded.

One of them said: "The Taoist position will be elected next year. If we try to be elected, we won't have to live with him."

The other one was not optimistic: "There are more than a hundred trainees, but there are only seven debut spots, and we may not be able to choose them." After saying that, he thought of something, glanced at Cen Feng's closed door, and said: "

Maybe he will be selected, and that's fine, he will move out, and the final effect will be the same."

Yin Chang gritted his teeth tightly, and his heart was filled with emotions.

Two days ago, the sewer in the bathroom in the training room was clogged. He went to the bathroom on the executive floor upstairs and overheard that the company's new artist manager, who was specifically responsible for the trainees' debut, was asking about Cen Feng.

A greasy middle-aged man's voice asked with a low smile: "Brother Ma, how about this mouthful?"

The other party smiled and replied: "It's prickly and wild enough. Once you tame it, you'll feel a sense of accomplishment, right?"

The two of them laughed obscenely, and Yin Chang stood frozen in the next room, not daring to move. Of course he could understand what those two people meant. He was not young anymore.

I had long heard that this circle was unclean, but I didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.

At first he was gloating that Cen Feng was targeted by such a disgusting person, and he knew what would happen if he thought about it.

But it wasn't until his two roommates mentioned the few debut positions just now that he realized that this disgusting person was dragging their fate.

And this person fell in love with Cen Feng. Whether it was inducement or trading, as long as Cen Feng nodded, the debut position would definitely be his.

Will he agree?

No...no way, he knew people like Cen Feng very well, how could he agree that it would be fine if he didn't kill anyone.

But what if?

That's the one-in-a-million debut position.

This is the first group to be launched since the company signed trainees, and it will definitely provide the best resources and publicity. Once they debut, there will be countless flowers and applause, popularity, money, and status, such a huge temptation.

Will Cen Feng really refuse?

Once he refuses, not only will he be unable to get out of the Taoist priesthood, but he will also directly offend the higher-ups, and he will no longer be able to survive in Zhongtian.

Yin Chang thought for himself...

If it were him...

If it were him, he wouldn't and wouldn't have the guts to refuse.

He understands his own strength. In this place where everyone is working hard, his efforts are just the norm and not enough to make him stand out.

He doesn't have Cen Feng's eye-catching appearance and figure, nor does he have Cen Feng's unique temperament.

When I first joined the company two years ago, I was like this, like a young man struggling out of the ice, but there was still a raging fire burning in my body, cold yet gentle, silent yet kind.

But now, the fire in his body has been extinguished and his temperament has changed, but he seems to be more attractive than before???

Why is this person so unique no matter what? He is always the one who stands out the most?

And what about him?

He is thin, delicate, and reserved, and is a presence that will be forgotten at a glance.

Obviously his appearance is not bad, and he is even considered a good person in Zhongtian, but he is just not as good as Cen Feng. How did the executive describe Cen Feng?

Thorny enough and wild enough.

Yin Chang looked down at his thin arms and legs, and a ridiculous thought came to his mind.

Why can't he?

Things like temperament can be changed.

The ready-made models are here, and he can follow them.

Did the company stipulate that only Cen Feng could take this route? Why should he be obedient and docile? Why couldn't he be a dazzling and unique being?

He was tapped twice on the shoulder, and his roommate called him: "Why are you so distracted! Look, it's the climax. The hero is going to take revenge!"

Yin Chang glanced at the TV and suddenly stood up: "I went to the company for training."

The roommate was stunned: "Are you sick? You finally have a vacation, why bother yourself?"

Yin Chang smiled, walked back to the room, quickly changed into training clothes and came out, and asked his roommate: "Where is your can of muscle-building protein and powder? I'll make a cup."

My roommate was amused: "Why are you drinking that stuff? It's the time to grow taller."

Yin Chang said: "I'll try."

The roommate pointed upstairs and said, "You can take it to my room yourself."

He quickly mixed the egg whites, powdered it, and went out with the cup. The two roommates chatted in low voices: "Why is he acting weird?"

"Maybe he was stimulated by Cen Feng. You see that day when Cen Feng hit him, he had no power to fight back."

"Then this is the route he is taking. If the little white rabbit in the company becomes like Cen Feng, why should he still be called little white rabbit?"

The two complained a few words and continued watching TV.

The noise outside did not affect Cen Feng. He sorted out the books and mechanical parts he bought today, sat at the desk, took out his notebook and started reading.

There are many mechanical models on the desk.

Small robots, mechanical dogs, airplanes, small tanks, and a three-section train. They are all made by him through daily practice.

Being an engineer was his childhood dream.

At that time, I didn’t actually know what an engineer did, but the neighbor who lived next door to their house at that time was an engineer. His family had meat to eat every day, and their children wore brand-new clothes and leather shoes every day, and had countless candies.

and snacks.

Every time people in the town talk about their neighbor's family, they always express envy: "Her man is an engineer, he is very capable and makes a lot of money."

So at that time, when he was young, he thought that when he grew up, he would also be an engineer, earn a lot of money, and eat meat every day.

And dreams always run counter to reality.

He has no expectations for this world again, but he has no intention of dying again. When the contract expires and he leaves Zhongtian, he will have to live.

My studies have been interrupted long ago, and it is impossible to continue now. When the time comes, I will be able to leave here and be an ordinary person with the skills to survive without starving to death on the streets. That will be enough for the rest of my life.

The desk lamp casts shadows of varying sizes on the pile of models on the desk.

Cen Feng spun the pen around, and when he raised his head, his eyes fell on the mechanical dog. After thinking about it, he reached for it and turned the button. The mechanical dog staggered across the table and ran, its limbs and tail looking extremely flexible.
To be continued...