Chapter 202: Fanwaiwu's "Retirement" Life

Lu Bixing's old secretary-general was about to retire, and his daughter who worked at the border sent his grandson back to Daystar, on the one hand for the convenience of the child's education, and on the other hand, he was afraid that his life would be empty after retirement, and to accompany him.
The "secretary" of the old secretary-general was not biological. The girl's parents were formerly public officials of Gloria Star. When the pirates fully invaded the alliance, the former eighth galaxy capital star was bombed by Prince Gloria and the whole family was killed. My friend's family saw him off before he escaped. The old secretary-general was dispatched to Daystar at the time, and when he heard the news, he rushed to pick her up personally at the risk, and it was precisely because of this adventure that he avoided the dark period when the Anti-Uzbek Army captured Daystar.
The girl was seventeen years old, a minor, and in the war years, the old secretary general took over her custody and became her adoptive father. The surviving father and daughter have been living together for many years, and their affection is better than their own. The old secretary-general also consciously has the experience of raising a child.
But it is clear that there is a big difference between sheltering a young adult and raising a preschool cub.
The old secretary-general tried for two days and was a little skeptical of his life. He wanted to return it with his daughter.
"His mother was quiet and seated when he was a kid, and he was serious about learning anything, and sometimes it was distressing to look at it-Mr. Lu, you remember Adele, go with that little boy White ... They both go in You from the engineering department, have you interviewed in person, isn't it excellent? "The old secretary collected the minutes of the meeting, poured a cup of hot tea for himself and Lu Bixing, and looked sad." Is this child born of her? "
Lu Bixing knew that the old secretary-general was just complaining, so he smiled and did not answer.
"Even if it is biological, it must be a problem with his dad's genes," said the old secretary-general. "Otherwise, there is a problem with his dad's education."
Lu Bixing blew the heat from the tea: "What?"
"The transfer procedure is going on in the past two days. I bought a home-based artificial intelligence for preschool education. I want to teach him a few simple calculations and literacy in pictures at home. Alas, I can't sit still. I try to encourage him and tell him Well, take an hour of class every day, and give snacks after school. It was still useful at the beginning, but in two days, he also learned to cheat and drank-bargaining and asking for an extra cookie, I will ask for a lesson of ten minutes. As long as I am not watching, I will touch the West. The preschool robot is complaining every day. What do you say? "
Lu Bixing waved his hand and motioned him to be calm and calm: "Adele was a big girl at that time, and she had just experienced the destruction of her country. How could she compare with a four-year-old child?"
The old secretary sighed heavily and sat opposite him.
President Lu said, "It's not appropriate to seduce him with snacks. You are equivalent to alienating the inner fun of math and crossword puzzles into an external motivation for" reward ". The more he asks you for what he does The less interested I am, I just want to steal more laziness and change for more sugar. "
The old secretary-general thought about it, and it seemed to make sense.
"About four or five is a period of mental explosion. The child will become more noisy, more energetic, and more curious. You can try to guide him to concentrate on one thing for ten minutes, but one hour is too much. Now. Let me tell you ... "
Immediately afterwards, President Lu was like a real childcare expert. He talked about "children's physiological characteristics" and "children's psychology and education". They must be theoretical and theoretical, practical and practical. Published in volumes.
The old secretary-general took notes in a piecemeal manner as he usually records the important speech of the president, and nodded deeply at the end: "Chairman, educator in the new era!"
Lu Bixing packed his briefcase and waved his hand: "Good to say."
Old Secretary: "Yes, haven't you been thinking about raising a child before? Are you ready?"
Lu Bixing: "..."
Five years ago, Lu Bixing resigned for the first time. I thought that the days to come would be sky high, sea wide, salted fish at home, so he devoted himself to studying a dozen parenting tutorials and preparing to be a father. He also took over the kitchen of Zhanlu and was addicted to cooking every day. Who knows, he will have to learn by himself. After a sunny day, he has another five years in office.
In the past five years, the alliance has been peacefully disintegrated, the major galaxies have become independent, and diplomatic relations have been concluded. The remaining pirate forces have been almost wiped out with the assistance of the Eighth Galaxy Encephalopathy Corps, and a small amount of opium chips are still flowing. In the struggle, a new special anti-drug group was set up by Interstellar, led by Anakin of Silver IV, and the affirmative action of empty brain disease naturally came to the forefront. The eighth galaxy is in addition to the natural wormhole, and it has also begun to build a new transition network with the seventh and sixth galaxies. The early stage of the project is advancing very quickly, and the transition point technology has a new breakthrough. If it is smooth, within eight decades, the eighth The galaxy will be able to reconnect to the transition network-the world is changing and changing with each passing day. As the Chief Executive, in order to open up a good situation for his successor, Lu must not be idle for a moment, and the plan to raise babies has to be delayed.
He was very reconciled, and had to retreat to the next, softly soaked Zhanlu and raised a dog for him, feeding it with the golden python and the chameleon.
It's not easy to convince Zhanlu unless you change the artificial intelligence settings—Zhanlu firmly believes that mammals and pets such as cats and dogs are destructive and lose their hair, and are not ideal life companions—thanks to the persuasion. The cat of the neighbor's house.
The cat looks different from ordinary cats, has a cow color, a yin and yang face, a large round waist, is a local bully, usually steals chickens and dogs, beats similar ones, and has sneaked into the backyard of the chief's house several times. And in the face of the commander, dare to grin his teeth, comparable to the one-eyed eagle in the spirit of heaven.
The electronic butler considered repeatedly, and finally agreed to adopt a dog, responsible for revenge for popcorn when foreign enemies invaded.
In this way, "the zoo of General Lin and Engineer 001" lived in the first mammal other than the owner-a dog named "Her Majesty".
His Majesty was nearly one year old when he first arrived. His body is dark and his limbs are slender. His appearance is worthy of his name. He is a good dog. People at the Pet Adoption Office claim that Her Majesty is the "King of Dogs", smart and well-trained to look after the house, calm and not barking, and can meet the requirements of several family members at the same time. After being brought home, she was really well trained and would look at people's faces. Even the frightened popcorn gradually became accustomed to the new roommate. Because of it, the bully cow and cat observed from the distance for a few days and did not dare to come rashly. Commit.
Just when both Zhanlu and popcorn were relieved, thinking that holding the King of Dogs's thighs would be all right, the cow cat came for a tentative attack.
As a result, the King of Dogs and the Golden Python were scratched colorful together.
The more realistic artificial intelligence Zhan Lu called the Pet Adoption Office and complained of false propaganda, and the other party replied: "We have not guaranteed that the fighting power of the Dog King will be very strong, and it is not excluded that your Majesty is a king of the country."
...
"It's finally possible to retire."
"It's finally possible to retire."
Lu Bixing and the old secretary-general were very tired when they remembered their family affairs, and they all said in unison.
Three months later, Lu Bixing handed over his work and ushered in a new life he expected to live for decades.
On that day, as soon as Lin Jingheng pushed the door, the "king of the country" rushed home and brought home slippers. This gentleman has a charming temperament, and he can see who is not easy to mess with, especially stubborn to the commander.
"Go away, don't pinch my trouser legs." The uniform is easy to stick to hair, Lin Jingheng poke out the big dog with a toe and flutters up and asks Zhan Lu, "What's the smell at home?"
"Wall paint," the electronic housekeeper replied, "Principal Lu is brushing the wall in the study."
Lin Jingheng: "..."
Lu Bixing did not take long vacations in the eighteen years of independence. He finally freed himself and was as energetic as a hundred bear children. During the day he tinkered with all kinds of weird things and tangled Lin Jingheng in the evening.
Lin Jingheng didn't take a vacation. He tossed around for days and nights. He got up hard the previous morning, and his waist fell back. So that night, he decisively ignored Lu's various temptations and all kinds of existence. Go to bed in the study.
Lu Bixing wore a large colorful apron like a graffiti, stacked a pile of sundries in the study into the storage room, and surrounded by a circle of wall paint of different colors at his feet. When Lin Jingheng went upstairs, he was gesticulating against the dry blackboard wall paint by the door. He heard the footsteps, Lu Bixing turned back proudly and asked, knowingly: "The wall paint must be dried for a few days, oh, I accidentally chose the rose flavor, don't you like it, right? Commander, do you use the study these days? "
Lin Jingheng clasped his hands on his chest and leaned against the door to see him as a demon.
"Would you like to paint a blackboard here?" Lu Bixing turned his eyes and changed the subject very smartly. "I can usually write and draw, and also can be used as decoration, such as painting a hand-painted portrait of mine. When you work in the study, , As soon as you look up, you can see me beside ... "
Lin Jingheng: "Will the ghosts stay?"
Lu Bixing glanced at the pale blue under his eyes, smiling as charmingly as His Majesty with his big tail.
Lin Jingheng came to me with a smile: "Portrait isn't it? I don't have to worry about drawing by hand, I'll draw."
Lu Bixing vaguely felt a bit of a sense of crisis, but soaked in the rose-like wall paint for a long time, and smoked him so slow that he didn't have time to run. The next moment, Lin Jingheng threw his arm behind him like a thunder, and the other hand Hold his neck and press forward--
A human figure was printed on the dry wall paint.
His Majesty and Popcorn went upstairs and watched the scene at the door. They ran away with their tails in between-Lu Bixing was painted with a yin and yang face by the wall paint, and he was born like a father to the cow and cat that bullied the dog and the snake.
Five seconds later, he whispered, "Lin Jingheng!"
Lin Jingheng swiftly avoided him and flew to the door a few steps, then locked the study door outside.
But how could the great engineer 001 be locked by an electronic lock?
Lu Bixing broke the door of the house three times, five times, and two, and decided to retaliate by "injuring the enemy one thousand and self-damaging ten thousand"-he grinned, turned around and brushed the brush in the paint bucket on the wall, according to his head and face. Wiping, wiped himself into a fragrant, dark and dead space, and Saya ran out.
"Do you believe me to kiss you? I want to put a hundred lips on you!"
The ubiquitous electronic butler Zhanlu dangled from the roof and scanned a messy wall and floor: "Principal Lu, I once suggested that you order an automatic brush from a wall paint company, and you rejected me."
Lu Bixing's voice came from downstairs: "Let me!"
Zhan Lu: "I'm afraid you have to order a" Rescue Bad Home "decoration robot package."
"I said leave it ..."
Immediately after that, "Dangdang" sounded, and then there was a murmur. A door closed and became quiet.
Zhan Lu turned into a human form, shrugged, and popped the popcorn that he was trying to drill into the study, melting into the wall.
The chameleon squatted beside a dark footprint on the stairs, staring at a pair of dull eyes, the color gradually darkened.
...
The dinner for this day was postponed for several hours, because the owners were forced to take a shower.
"Thank you, Zhan Lu." Lu Bixing took out the dinner from the heat preservation cabinet, a robot icon lit up on the oven, and gave him a gesture of "OK". The ex-general manager who had blown his skin and not scratched his head looked at the stairs and Stairs, wrinkled nose and smelled the roses of the house, "that ..."
The robot kept sticking out of the oven: "Here you are."
Lu Bixing coughed: "... Order a‘ Save Bad Home ’package.

...
Lin Jingheng's hair tip was slightly steamy, and he was wrapped in a pajama casually. His eyes were closed, his lips were cold, and he was wiped with mayonnaise.
"Get up and eat something."
Lin Jingheng reached out and knocked on the nightstand, and said lazily, "Let it go."
Lu Bixing paused for a while, and then hesitated up again and was stopped by a finger.
Lin Jingheng narrowed his eyelids: "Be honest for a while, obedient."
Lu Bixing quickly sat upright next to the bed, looking like a gentleman ... aiming at him with the corner of his eyes.
"Don't you mean to travel around the eight galaxies?" Lin Jingheng sighed. "Go where you want to go, and don't want to go. Don't use the energy flying around the eight galaxies to destroy the environment. Do you want to demolish?"
"No hurry, the eight galaxies are always there." Lu Bixing pinched a small loaf, halved it in half, half of it was thrown in his mouth, and the other half was fed to Lin Jingheng, "I don't want to go by myself, wait a hundred or two hundred years, waiting for you When are you free ... "
Lin Jingheng interrupted him: "Next week."
Lu Bixing: "... what?"
"It's okay next week," Lin Jingheng was afraid that breadcrumbs would fall on the bed, so he sat up. "I took annual leave. I didn't take many years. I can accumulate. The eighth galaxy defense has been arranged. I will accompany you."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Lu Bingxing dull again, explaining, "The Silver Ten Guards are in, and it is not an extraordinary period, so I don't have to keep staring."
Lu Bixing didn't think about it and asked: "Before ... in the silver fortress, there weren't ten silver guards, but I heard Turan said that you hadn't left any post except for returning to Vuotuo routinely."
Lin Jingheng reached out and held his head together: "That's because I have nowhere else to go."
Lu Bixing held his hand in his arm, and later reacted to what Lin Jingheng promised him. There were two bonfires in his eyes, which slowly became gorgeous.
"Get up," Lin Jingheng casually said, "how many times, don't eat in the bedroom."
and……
He thought, "I can give you something now, why wait one or two hundred years later?"