Vicious Male Counterpart Isn’t Competing Anymore

At 8 o'clock in the morning, Yan Hao received a urging message from Barbie as soon as he arrived in the laboratory, asking him if he could give the data on time.

"Are you in such a hurry?" Yan Hao saw that the other party was anxious, and immediately opened up most of the math problems he solved last night and continued to solve it.

When he had breakfast just now, he stroked through the process he wrote last night in his mind. At this time, he wrote it smoothly. In the end, it took only one hour and twenty minutes to finish the previous formula.

Yan Hao saw that the time was still early, and quickly went through the formula again. After confirming that it was correct, he clicked save. When the upload was in the mailbox, and it was about to be sent to Barbie, Yan Hao stopped abruptly.

[You have to remember that every formula and every value you write is money. 】

"Is this formula that I wrote, do I still have to charge money?" Yan Hao frowned, "But Barbies are my friends. I shouldn't charge money for helping friends. But, I also agreed to the seniors. ."

"And, even if you want to collect money, how do you price this?"

Yan Hao checked his own problem-solving process for only two minutes, thinking about this problem, but thinking about it for a full eight minutes, until the urging message of Barbie came back again.

Barbie: [Good day, are you finished? 】

Yan Hao hasn't figured out the pricing yet: [Can you wait a little longer? 】

Barbie: [How long will it take? The laboratory and I have set a time for the use of the super-optical brain. If it takes a long time, I will cancel the scheduled time and let others use it. 】

Good day: [No, just a few minutes. 】

Yan Hao thought for a few more minutes and finally determined the price, but he did not send an email to Barbie first, but first sent a message to Barbie.

Good day: [I have finished writing? 】

Barbie: [So fast? Then you send my email, I will go to the super light brain ventricle now. 】

Good day: [I have something to tell you. 】

Barbie: [You said. 】

Yan Hao took a deep breath, but still wrote out the rhetoric he had prepared: [I promised my brother that I will charge money for every formula I write. 】

On the other side of Guangnao, when Barbie saw the news sent by Good Day, his whole body was stunned on the spot.

"Senior, I'm not wrong, you netizen is a liar. The result of this light-braining calculation is not necessarily correct. It is shameless to collect money first." The young man said with yin and yang strangely.

Barbie told his teacher about Ri'an solving the math problem as early as yesterday, so at this time, the teacher was also standing behind him. The old man who was full of expectations, when he saw this sentence, the disappointment in his eyes even exceeded the anger. He thought that someone really solved this formula.

Barbie was also very disappointed and even a little sad. Although he did not meet with Ri'an, he used to regard Ri'an as a friend.

Just when the Barbies were about to reject Good Day's request, another new message was sent from the other side.

Good day: [Does one hundred stars work? 】

Barbie blinked, then blinked again: "One hundred stars?"

The old man who had already turned and left stopped after hearing the apprentice's exclamation.

"Teacher, Good day, I only want one hundred stars? This amount is not a liar, right?" One hundred stars is the money for a meal at most. Which liar spends one day and one night solving problems, and in the end only cheated the money for a meal?

"He only needs one hundred stars?" the old man confirmed.

"Teacher, look." Barbies showed the old man the news that Yan Hao had just sent.

The old man glanced at it, pondered for a moment, and said, "Give him one hundred stars."

It's just a hundred stars, it can't be bought at a loss, and it can't be bought.

Barbie nodded, and immediately transferred a hundred stars from the backstage of the Apollo Net.

After Yan Hao sent the news, people have been very nervous. This was the first time he asked for money from someone, and he was afraid that Barbie would be angry. It was not until Barbie turned the money directly that he slowly breathed out. The data uploaded a long time ago was sent to Barbie.

"Sent here." Barbie received the email and immediately clicked on it.

The people present were all mathematics geniuses. They only glanced at the above formula and immediately judged that the thing sent by Good Day was not written randomly. The trio's eyelids jumped sharply, and they couldn't help but continue to look at them until they finished the whole problem-solving process.

"Old... teacher?" Barbie's voice was a little excited.

"Go enter the data?" the old man said.

"Yes." Barbie turned around and ran to the super-light ventricle.

After sending the data, Yan Hao thought for a while and sent a screenshot of the 100-star coins he received to Sheng Heng.

Sheng Heng: [? 】

Yan Hao smiled: [This is the money I made by selling formulas. 】

Only one hundred stars?

Although Sheng Heng didn't know what formula Yan Hao was selling, the formula he wrote shouldn't be so expensive. He stood up and wanted to call Yan Hao in a place where there was no one: "Mom, I'll go out and make a call."

Mother Sheng glanced at her son, thinking he was nervous, and nodded.

Sheng Heng went out, went to the garden, found an empty corner, and dialed a video call to Yan Hao.

"Senior?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Sheng Heng saw Yan Hao's bright eyes. His face was strained and he couldn't help but soften, and asked: "Sell the formula so soon?"

"It's not a sale, in fact, it was a friend of mine who asked me to help solve the problem. I thought I promised you to collect money, but I was afraid that it would not be good to collect too much, so I only charged a hundred." Yan Hao said.

It turned out to be a friend for help, no wonder I only received so much.

"You did a good job? If the other person is really your friend, it will definitely not let you suffer." Sheng Heng said.

"Barbies have helped me a lot before." Yan Hao said.

"That's good." Sheng Heng smiled.

"Senior, Fengleishi's mecha core, did you find it for me?" Yan Hao asked.

"Sorry, I have been busy during this time, and I haven't cared about it yet." Sheng Heng looked apologetic.

"It's okay, senior, please take care of your own business first. I'll call you, did you bother you?"

"I made this call for you." Sheng Heng smiled helplessly.

"Yes." Yan Hao scratched his head in a daze.

"Xiao Hao..." Sheng Heng paused and asked suddenly, "Do you think, when can the mecha driver achieve mimic control?"

Yan Hao's heart burst. Has the senior found out that I want to give him a gift?

"Senior, why ask this?" Yan Hao asked cautiously.

"I just think that the younger brother is so smart, maybe you go to study, and you may be able to break through soon." Sheng Heng said calmly, but only he himself knows the hope hidden under the calm.

He came to the hospital today to do a match to make sure that his mental power level would not be affected too much after his transplanted hands were cloned. Once it is determined that it can be transplanted, the Lin's Research Institute will begin to clone his hands. After a month and a half, they can be successfully cultivated before undergoing surgery. When he returns to school, he will have a pair of healthy hands.

At the price of this, the "God of War", a symbol of the family's glory, would give it to the Situ family.

He desires to have a pair of healthy hands, but he does not want the glory of the family to be given away because of her, but he has to accept the love of his parents and brothers.

"That depends on the level of mecha. If it is a level 5 mecha, it should not be too difficult." Yan Hao said conservatively.

Sheng Heng was taken aback, and asked: "Isn't the level 5 mecha difficult?"

"Not big."

"Are you so sure?" Sheng Heng couldn't help being a little excited.

"I've been studying the mimic induction system recently. I have calculated it. With the current mimic system program, in another year, it will definitely reach the operational strength of the five-level mecha." Yan Hao deliberately extended the time to one year. So when the holidays are over, the seniors return to school, and they can still surprise each other.

"A year?" Sheng Heng's eyes were brilliant again and again.

"One year, enough." Yan Hao affirmed again.

"You said that one year is enough, then it must be enough." Sheng Hengmeng stood up from the bench, "Xiao Hao, thank you."

"Huh?" Yan Hao was a little dazed.

"Xiao Hao, I have something to do, I'll talk to you later." After that, Sheng Heng hung up the phone, got up and walked back.

Back in the previous lounge, there were already two more people inside, namely the head of the Lin family and the head of the Lin family laboratory.

"It just so happens that Sheng Heng is back." The Lin Family Patriarch said with a smile, "Your matching data has come out, with a matching rate of 99.99%. Congratulations. After transplanting the new arm, your mental power level will only be lowered by a small level. ."

When Sheng's mother heard this result, her nervous expression obviously relaxed, she smiled and looked at Sheng Heng. However, the expression on Sheng Heng's face did not show a happy smile like the Lin Family Patriarch, but rather calm.

"Sheng Heng, do you want to check it out for yourself?" The Lin family leader sent the test report in his hand. "As long as the agreement is signed in a while, our laboratory can start cultivation immediately, and a month and a half, or even earlier, you will have it. A pair of healthy hands."

"No need." Sheng Heng didn't pick up the test report, "I don't plan to transplant my arm anymore."

"Sheng Heng?!" Sheng's mother exclaimed.

Family Master Lin was also taken aback: "Sheng Heng, you have to think about it clearly. There is only the last point left in the potion we cultivated. If you miss this opportunity, there will be no next time."

"Thank you for the concern of Patriarch Lin. I think clearly, I will not transplant anymore." After that, Sheng Heng went straight to his mother and left the lounge.

Sheng Heng didn't let his mother go until he got out of the hospital building.

"Sheng Heng, what are you doing? We didn't say it before." Sheng's mother asked puzzledly.

"Mom, my wish is very simple. I only need to be able to drive mechs, be a mech fighter, go to the battlefield like my father and big brother, kill the insect clan, I am already satisfied."

"But if you don't heal your hand, how do you drive the mech?"

"A friend of mine said that in just one year, the mimic control system of the five-level mech can be realized." Sheng Heng said, "As long as a fifth-level mech, I can also go to the battlefield. Therefore, God of War cannot let it out."