"Yeah, give me a gift." Zhong Yu nodded slightly and explained, "I heard that he likes institutions very much."

"What do you want?"

"Just take one," Zhong Yu replied very perfunctorily, paused slightly, and added, "I don't like that old man."

Institution, old man.

As soon as the inspiration appeared, Si Sheng couldn't help but ask: "Is the old man you mentioned Si Mingsheng?"

Zhong Yu was a little surprised, "Well. Do you know each other?"

"I have heard of it, but I haven't seen it." Si Sheng said, pointing to the bottom of the bookshelf, "There are many in the storage box, you can choose it yourself."

"oh."

Zhong Yu walked over, squatted down, and took out the storage box.

Open.

A bunch of miscellaneous things.

He was not polite, and he picked up the same ones. - not picking the best, but picking the bad ones.

As he said, he didn't like the old man. If Zhong's mother hadn't arranged him to come over and asked him to prepare gifts, he wouldn't have attended the birthday party.

Putting his elbow on the back of the chair, Si Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "What's your relationship with Si Mingsheng?"

"It doesn't matter." Zhong Yu said indifferently, "I'm here to send the invitation to my home, give him some face."

The Si family is not a noble family. It only started with Si Mingsheng's generation. The descendants were not successful and barely maintained the family business. The only one who was successful, Si Shangshan was basically separated from the Si family.

In terms of background, it is far from the real aristocratic families that locked down the city.

However, Si Mingsheng couldn't stand the thick-skinned face. He sent invitations to the 70th birthday. All the posts were delivered to the door, so it was difficult to refuse. If he didn't want to make a bad thing, he would send his younger generations to come.

Unfortunately, Zhong Yu was the only son of the Zhong family and could not even cheat, so he had to take on this task.

After saying oh, Si Sheng nodded and asked, "What is your family doing?"

Si Sheng makes friends and never asks about his wealth.

When a friend comes from, she listens when she says it; if she doesn’t say it, she doesn’t ask.

The friends she made were basically the same as hers, and they were indifferent to these things.

"Entering politics."

"oh."

Then his development direction is quite special.

Zhong Yu took out a semi-elliptical wood product, "That's it."

"OK."

Si Sheng nodded and responded indifferently.

Zhong Yu put the storage box back in place, then stood up, raised his hand and threw it away, grabbed it in his hand, and asked Si Sheng, "How to use it?"

These are all small toys made by Si Sheng in the early years.

After thinking about it, Si Sheng remembered the design of the mechanism and said, "Press the button at the bottom."

Zhong Yu pressed it.

The next moment, the mechanical props assembled in tight threads suddenly popped up from top to bottom, appearing in full bloom, surrounded by a piece of jade carved into stamens. At the same time, it looked like a lotus.

Press again and all petals will close automatically.

It is strange, creative, full of fantasy ideas, but it is useless.

Zhong Yu's expression was dull, no wonder.

Knock.

The door was knocked, and Ling Xize stood at the door with a cold expression and said, "It's time to eat."

"Oh." Si Sheng responded, put the charcoal pen on, and then asked Zhong Yu, "Do you want to go together?"

"Um."

Thinking of Shuangmei, Zhong Yu nodded without hesitation.

Ling Xize: "..." You keep people for dinner at any time, and you are not afraid that there is not enough rice in your family.

Ling Xize was so angry that he was still jumping up and down at his feet, causing a headache.

Si Sheng was unaware of it and walked out the door with Zhong Yu.

Ling Xize's face turned a few degrees darker.

*

Zhong Yu left after dinner.

It was already dark, and Ling Xize and Si Fengmian stayed for a while and couldn't stay for a long time. Ling Xize sent Si Fengmian back and left together.

As for Shuangmei, Si Sheng was fine after feeding some cat food and was out of business. The task of serving the cat owner naturally fell on Xiao Ni's head.

Saw the guests away, as always, Si Sheng accompanied Yi Zhongzheng for a while, and waited for about nine o'clock before taking a shower and returning home.

New news came from the mobile phone, which was added to Principal Chen’s friend in the morning.

[Professor Hang]: Teacher, I have talked to the person in charge. With his consent, I will send you the difficulties we encountered.

【Professor Hang】: [Picture]

【Professor Hang】: [Picture]

...

[Professor Hang]: How do you solve this problem?

Si Sheng raised his eyebrows.

Si Bing is very vigilant and does not allow him to look at the design drawings if he does not participate in the project. After chatting with Professor Hang today, he showed his skills a little. Professor Hang hurriedly said that he wanted to recommend her, and then went to talk to Si Bing.

Si Bing instructed Professor Hang to show her these pictures and solve the problem, probably with the intention of tempting it.

Tsk.

This person really hates it.

【z,】: Wait a moment.

After returning two words, Si Sheng closed the bedroom door and walked to the desk.

Take out a drawing, smooth it out, and sit down.

at the same time--

Professor Hang, who was still having a headache in the studio, almost choked by the tea that had just entered his mouth when he heard the reply.

Hold on?

When contacting the conversation, Professor Hang looked left and right and studied carefully, he could only understand one meaning: Wait a moment, I will solve the problem.

The problem that has been trapped in them for three days, now you have replied with a light "Wait"?

Is your concept of time a little vague?

*

So, a quarter of an hour later.

The person who asked him to "wait" sent another message to confirm his concept of time.

【z,】:[Picture]

【z,】:[Picture]

【z,】: Temporary drawing is a bit troublesome, a little slower.

Professor Hang:???

Did you graduate from Humor, this teacher?

With infinite complaints in his heart, Professor Hang hummed with disdain and then clicked on the picture—

Three minutes later.

Kneel.

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Chapter completed!