Lu Junsong walked out wearing a white and blue plaid shirt, a denim jacket, and brown baggy jeans.

It doesn’t look aesthetically pleasing, but paired with that face, the ugly look is a bit playful and trendy.

The boss and store clerk who were waiting for recommendations said: "..." Sure enough, clothes are not guilty, and talent is the key.

This is someone who looks good even wearing a sack.

Mingdu didn't feel anything, just could see. She paid the money distressedly and pulled her coat to leave, but it didn't move. She looked at Lu Junsong, who had his hands hanging in the air.

Mingdu tugged again, but it still didn't move. Then he put his hand on Lu Junsong's wrist and pulled it gently, and the person moved.

Brightness: "..."???

System 315 jumped up and said: [The host did it on purpose, right?! He must have done it on purpose. He looked honest, but I didn’t expect him to be a scheming man. He stretched out his hand when he saw a pretty girl.]

"You are thinking too much." What bad thoughts can a man with autism have?

System 315: It seems so. Autism means closing oneself in its own world and not communicating with the outside world. He shouldn’t care whether the host is male or female.

[Then what should he do? Host, do you want to send him home? 】

She didn't know where his home was, so it was impossible for her to go home.

Mingdu packed the person and sent him back to Wu's house. When he turned to leave, his wrist was pulled.

The fingers are slender and white, with clear joints. Because the veins on the white hands are more conspicuous, they look a bit like a doctor's hands.

Mingdu reluctantly looked away from these beautiful hands and looked at its owner.

"You paint here, paint for a while, and your family will come to you." She spoke softly, as if coaxing a child.

Mingdu tried to pull down the hand, but Lu Junsong did not let go.

[Does the host have any feelings about a mother who wants to go out, but her son is holding her back and refusing to let her go? 】

A picture of Lu Junsong dragging her and yelling at her mother not to leave suddenly appeared in Mingdu's mind.

So let’s shut up the system.

No matter what Mingdu said, Lu Junsong would not let go. She could only take out a book in the study and read it.

When Grandpa Wu brought the Lu family in, he saw Lu Junsong holding his granddaughter's hand, and her granddaughter was holding a book with one hand and reading seriously.

I always feel like my granddaughter has been snatched away by a wolf cub.

Oh, my granddaughter has been snatched away by another wolf.

Mingdu and the Lu family together pulled Lu Junsong away and had people take him back to the Lu family.

Before leaving, I received a thank you, a bank card, and a lot of gifts.

Mingdu put the bank card in her pocket neatly and naturally, and wanted to push the Lu family a few times to let her accept it: "..." It's so... refreshing.

Mingdu blinked, is there anything else?

The Lu family was dull and gone.

He quickly dragged Lu Junsong away.

Grandpa Wu who was watching: "..."

He looked at his granddaughter and was speechless.

"Why did you just accept it?" You accepted it so happily. I was dumbfounded, okay?

Mingdu: "They are rich people who are not afraid of owing favors the most. I accepted it for their own good."

Problems that can be solved with money are not problems, so just give them money.

Mingdu touched the bank card that was separated by a layer of fabric. It was hard and could vaguely feel the bumps and convexities of the numbers.

She grinned happily, showing her little fangs.

Grandpa Wu was flashed: "..." For the first time, he discovered that his granddaughter also has the attribute of being a money-lover.

It must have been brought by the Du family. Rich people have big dye vats. Grandpa Wu shook his head.

Lu Junsong was forcibly taken home, locked himself in the room, and hid in the closet.

The small, enclosed, dark space constantly provides him with a sense of security.

After knocking on the door several times but getting no response, Mother Lu quietly opened the door, saw a corner of the wardrobe exposed, and slowly closed the door again.

Walking to the living room and looking at the servants lined up obediently, Mother Lu scolded coldly: "Why is the eldest young master on the side of the road?"

"You'd better tell me the truth."

Mother Lu's eyes swept over them one by one, and the servants lowered their heads.

She looked away, sat on the chair, and stirred the coffee calmly, "If you don't tell me, I will call the police."

Mingdu didn't know that Lu Junsong was alone on the roadside and had an inside story, and that he was also being investigated.

After seeing him off, she went to the library again, trying to absorb the knowledge and nutrients of this world.

As she looked at it, she suddenly had an inspiration. She opened her notebook and started drawing. The fast and straight lines fell on the paper, neatly.

Mingdu's hard-working work quickly attracted the attention of others, but she was still immersed in drawing, with a steady stream of inspiration in her head urging her to draw faster and faster.

She turned the page in less than three minutes. She drew twenty pictures in one breath before stopping. Then she turned to the first page and made notes and some ideas. Why did she do this? What are the benefits of doing this?

The rustling sound of pen scratches on the paper makes people feel at ease and at ease.

Zhang Zhong retired from Qingda University and went to the library to read less frequently. He only occasionally needed to read some information.

However, someone recently found out about his visit to the library and met him by chance. It didn't bother him much, but it made the quiet library a little more irritable.

If there hadn't been a problem that had been bothering him, and he needed to find inspiration and consult books, he wouldn't have come.

His first thought when he saw Mingdu's actions was that he really did everything possible.

As he got closer, he wanted to warn Mingdu not to do useless work, as he would not take care of any more students.

Before the words were spoken, my eyes were drawn away, and it fell on the paper without being able to pull it out. The slightly opened mouth had been tightly closed without knowing when.

Watching the pictures taking shape quickly under the Mingdu pen, when she flipped the paper, he wanted to snatch the notebook away.

Fortunately, seeing that Mingdu wanted to continue painting, he held back and put his hands behind his back.

The more he looked at him, the brighter his eyes became. Regardless of whether he meant it or not, he was determined to take care of this student. Well, it was time to go back and dig out the appointment letter.

Mingdu put down the pen, Zhang Zhong eagerly grabbed the notebook, started reading from the first page, and kept sorting it out according to the drawings in his mind.

System 315: [Why is this old man like this?! He must be plagiarizing the host’s achievements. The host must take it back. 】

"I've seen him." The library is so big, Mingdu met him twice, and he also saw others trying to please him.

Mingdu left quickly, but she happened to hear someone else making a phone call, so she listened and learned the old man's identity.

System 315: [Is this happening? Why didn’t the system know about it?] It has always followed the host.

Mingdu: What else can you know if you just keep your eyes on the Du family eating melons?

System 315 has a guilty conscience, [the purpose of the system is to monitor the enemy's situation for the host at all times.] That's right, it is right and confident.

If you have breasts.

Mingdu took a look at the round ball. If it didn't have eyes and mouth, there would really be no difference between the front and back.

Mingdu sat down and continued reading. One excitedly grabbed his notebook, while the other read calmly. This strange combination appeared harmoniously in the library.

After a long time, Zhang Zhong put down his notebook, just putting it down, still holding it in his hand.

"Your idea is very good, but it is not easy to implement it."

Mingdu said, "Can you pay me back?"

Zhang Zhong reluctantly handed the notebook to Mingdu.

Thinking that I wanted to be a mentor of brightness and have the majesty of a mentor, I started to pick it up again.

And as a tutor, I can ask Mingdu to give the notebook to him in the future and read it slowly.

Mingdu didn't know what he was thinking about, and said calmly: "This is actually easy to implement. The automation is already very good and the efficiency is high, but it is not easy to make it higher."

"I am cooperating with voice commands to allow the system to automatically input, reducing errors and not wasting time. As for the changes in machine tools, the metal required..."

Errors in manual command input are inevitable, but intelligent programs do not have this problem, and changing commands can be completed without blinking an eye.

With the addition of new machine tools, there will be some changes in materials, which she has already thought about.

In short, the modification is to improve the already extremely high efficiency.

After Mingdu finished speaking, he ignored Zhang Zhong who was deep in thought. When Zhang Zhong thought along Mingdu's train of thought, he came to his senses and realized that the person was gone.

He wanted to look at the drawings again but had no choice but to give up. Passing by the reading area and seeing others taking pictures, he tapped his forehead and said in annoyance: "Why did I forget?"

So Zhang Zhong, who was hiding from people, turned into a squatter, and Mingdu saw the old man jumping out of nowhere.

"..."

The two of them were having a heated discussion in the discussion area, going back and forth and arguing with each other until their faces turned red (mainly Zhang Zhong).

At this time, Zhang Zhong forgot that Mingdu was a junior and completely placed her on an equal footing.
To be continued...