In the afternoon, Rosie will continue to complete the teaching tasks. The bionics have the largest and most profound information base, including all the brilliant civilizations and knowledge created since the appearance of the Quaternary humans on the earth.

He is capable of teaching difficult theories, but Rosie does not make things so complicated. Rosie is a practical person, and he is the same. In today's society, mathematics and scientific theorems are only learned by professional frontiersThings, with the gradual refinement of the division of labor, what ordinary people master is the four arithmetic operations, which is convenient for them to figure out the items on the bill.

Therefore, Rosie inherited Rosie's teaching ideas, such as fighting skills, first aid knowledge, and wild survival skills.Pick up food and usable equipment and turn waste into treasure to survive.

The parents of these children are permanently wanted, and they themselves still have the opportunity to return to the ground, but they must live in the slums as black households, constantly wandering in search of opportunities.

Almost every child will choose to leave after adulthood, so the number of teens has remained very low.The environment in the slums is not much better than God's Residence, but at least it means hope that in this gloomy underground tomb, they can only wait for death.

Rosie sat on the soft carpet, surrounded by all the children, holding the tablet in her arms and talking softly, and her handwriting was projected onto the holographic screen.Most children have never seen similar technology, staring at the screen intently, but what attracts the most attention is this suddenly gentle sensei.

Although the teacher was very meticulous and patient in the morning, he always exuded a very oppressive aura. When he was swept away by those smiling eyes, it was like the spring wind carrying ice balls coming towards him, making people have to bow their heads and surrender.It was a little different in the afternoon, those ice cubes seemed to melt into a stream of spring water, the aggressiveness of the other party disappeared, and no matter when and where, he always had a docile appearance.

This change made Rosie more popular, and of course the classroom discipline became more chaotic. After a little trial, the children found that he would not blame or punish them, and gradually became unscrupulous, joking and playing on the carpet, and even climbed on top of him.

He couldn't hold back the scene at all. When Deng Huailing, who had been out all afternoon, returned to the shrine, he saw this scene: his bionic man was submerged, and the classroom was as noisy as two thousand sparrows talking. RosieA few of the smallest children's pendants were glued to their bodies, and the ends of their hair were pulled by the older children, trying to push away from the crowd to prevent themselves from being crushed to the ground.

Deng Huailing left God's Residence in the afternoon to go on a mission. In the past few days, he has issued several rewards. He already owes a large amount of money to the bank. Electronic reminders usually flood his mailbox unless he completes a series of rewards within the specified time.The task, use the bounty earned to offset the money owed, so that he will not be pursued by the government.

He left Rosie here to teach, and he didn't expect to be a different person when he came back.The obedient students in the morning seemed to have changed their temper and bullied Rosie.Deng Huailing was helpless and at the same time a little puzzled—since the situation was like this in the afternoon, how could the order be peaceful when he came in the morning?

Regardless, Rosie looked like she needed his help.Deng Huailing walked in with Tang Dao on his back, and stepped on the carpet, leaving a string of dusty footprints.

As soon as he appeared, he attracted all the attention, because Deng Huailing had a strong and disgusting smell of blood on his body because he had just been on a mission and hadn't returned to the apartment to change clothes.There were gray marks and blood stains on his cheeks, and blood spots splashed on his clothes, as if the protagonist of a murderous movie had gone to the wrong set.

The children stared blankly at the teacher's "boyfriend" entering the classroom and sitting down in a corner where the wall lamp couldn't reach them. They couldn't help but stop making noise and shrink back.The man's expression was not fierce, but his indifference was so intimidating to approach, and there was an indescribable hostility in his handsome brows.

Deng Huailing said, "Go ahead." He sat cross-legged by the wall, put Tang Dao on his lap, took out the knife cleaner and cloth from the guitar bag he carried, and began to clean the blood on it.This knife has been with him for ten years and it is still as clean as new. The edge that was damaged by Rosie before was also sent to repair at a high price. It is obviously something that is extremely precious.

Rosie is no stranger to it, it’s like this every day when they go out on missions, because Deng Huailing always fights close to hand, and every time he comes back, he will scrap his clothes. If it weren’t for Rosie’s habit of using guns and fluid skin to keep him clean, he would alsoBeing with each other is like rolling out of blood plasma.

He went over to check whether Deng Huailing was injured, and the other party met his eyes and smiled, a smile that didn't match his demeanor, as if asking for credit: "I used a gun today, and I feel it's not bad."

"That made me so dirty." Rosie complained, stretched out her hand to comb Deng Huailing's forehead hair, wiped off the blood on the other's face, and when her fingers were about to leave, she went back temporarily and scratched her with her fingertipschin, "Thank you."

Resisting the urge to kiss the palm of the bionic man, Deng Huailing said hoarsely, "Do I look like your pet?"

"Yes." Rosie said with a smile, and rubbed her hand on the man's tangled hair, "Mr. Deng, sit down carefully, don't scare the children."

Deng Huailing sat in the corner very cooperatively, nodded, his expression softened, and he looked very relaxed.After he finished wiping the knife, he leaned against the wall with the knife in his arms and listened to Rosie's lecture in silence, his eyes following the bionic man's frowns and smiles.

Deng Huailing learned the knowledge taught by Deng Huailing as early as when he entered the city at the age of eight. Back then, he was alone in Cesina with a knife and two black rings..

But he still didn't feel bored, but looked at Rosie intently.The clear voice of the bionic seemed to echo many years ago, caressed and flowed through the tired and painful eyes of the child after ten years, as if it was a kind of comfort to childhood.

The rest of the class progressed extremely smoothly. With him at the back of the classroom, the backs of the others seemed to be fixed on an iron plate, and they didn't dare to bend at all. They spent half the afternoon tremblingly.In the evening, all the children rushed to the warehouse to receive nutritional supplements and a small piece of synthetic fruit. Rosie and Deng Huailing turned off the lights and walked out of the classroom. The moonlight shone on the street.

Deng Huailing wanted to lead him home, but Rosie raised her eyes and looked at him expectantly: "Mr. Deng, Xue Nai said that if we want, the shrine will pack up a room for us to live in permanently. We will try it tonight."Try living here?"

"I don't care," Deng Huailing glanced at him, "I can sleep anywhere. Listen to you."

"Then let's go live." Rosie laughed, cheered a little, took the other party's bloody hand and walked forward.Deng Huailing failed to break free, and reminded:

"God's Residence doesn't have extra water to wash hands, my hands are dirty."

"What's the big deal?" The bionic man looked at the other party suspiciously, and suddenly realized, "Mr. Deng, do you think I'm too clean? I can get dirty too."

Before Deng Huailing could answer, he threw himself into the opponent's arms and dawdled vigorously until his whole body was covered with blood.The fluid skin quickly washed away the traces on the surface of the skin, and he became clean and tidy again, but the clothes were almost the same as Deng Huailing's, as if they had just been dug out of a trash can.

Deng Huailing looked at him amusedly: "Satisfied?"

"In this way, Mr. Deng won't mind physical contact with me. We are just as dirty anyway." Rosie said proudly, "Androids still have a little intelligence, right?"

Deng Huailing finally couldn't help it, and burst out laughing: "Yes, I have been taught."

The two went to the warehouse to pick up food rations, talked and laughed and went to the room Xue Nai had prepared for them.The room is located inside the shrine. Although it is a guest room for VIPs, it is not spacious, at most it can be regarded as comfortable and clean.

There is a tatami mat on the ground next to the window, and there is a coffee table inside the room, with simple living utensils on it. Other than that, there are four white walls.The wooden shoji door was very old, as if it had been dismantled from somewhere. As soon as Deng Huailing reached out to push the door, the door leaf almost fell off the slide rail.

The windows have no glass, and plastic paper is used to cover the gaps with thumbtacks. The god's residence is in a hollow underground, and the thin wind comes in through the gaps, constantly blowing the layer of window paper.

"It's much better than I imagined." Deng Huailing climbed into the bed while taking off his shirt, and threw the blood-stained clothes into the corner of the wall.He didn't sleep for a few hours at the police station last night, and he is now sleepy.

Rosie carefully studied the leaking window paper, looking worried: "Mr. Deng, do you want me to help you block this vent? Otherwise, you will catch a cold."

"Are you going to stand there stupidly all night?" Deng Huailing couldn't argue, "Don't be kidding, come in."

He lifted the corner of the quilt and patted beside him, indicating that this was Rosie's place.Rosie obediently responded, grabbed the hem of her clothes and was about to take them off, but she heard Deng Huailing resist and said, "Don't take this off."

"But it's dirty." Rosie pulled the hoodie to show him the blood on it.

"I know, but..." Deng Huailing frowned, feeling endless headaches, the knee bump that the bionic sent him on the sofa this morning is still vivid in his memory.He was like a lion staring at the antelope bouncing in front of him but couldn't eat it. After understanding Rosie's true wishes, he had to curb his instincts, but the other party was still teasing him unconsciously.

"Anyway, I don't want it." He said something irritated, and suddenly reached out to hug Rosie by the waist, wrapping her in the quilt to stop her from moving.Rosie was stuck in the quilt and struggled constantly, because Deng Huailing refused to let him take off his clothes, and the quilt cover was already stained with blood, which made the bionic person who loves public property very angry.

However, this struggle did not turn into a quarrel or a fight. Rosie was stunned for a moment when she tore off the quilt, then she fell silent, turned her head and looked at the sheet pressed against her face.

Deng Huailing was also stunned, stopped and asked, "What did you find?"

The water-blue moonlight quietly flows through the twisted hair of the bionic man, penetrates through the window paper, and falls on the snow-white bed sheet.Rosie's pupils were like colored glaze under the light, revealing a slightly lingering look, she stretched out her hand from under the quilt, trying to catch a handful of light.

"Mr. Deng," Rosie held the palm of her hand, and then slowly spread it out, showing him the light in the palm of her hand, which is the projection of the floating tentacles of jellyfish in God's Residence, "show you the moonlight here."

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