My Partner was Assigned to me by the Country

Powers has recently developed a hobby, flower arranging. As a serious and rigorous gentleman, Bowers learns everything very quickly. With his elegant aesthetics, he is praised by the teacher for the flowers he inserted as a beginner.

"Your work makes me suspect that you are not a beginner. After three or four classes, you can graduate. I feel that there will be no more to teach you." The teacher projected by the hologram is a very elegant Women, wearing Chinese classical blue cheongsam, with beautiful chunlan embroidered on the hem. Looking at Bowers' work, she sighed, "It's really easy to teach students like you, but there are less class hours, haha, there's no way to earn more from your course fees."

Bowers hired a private teacher of flower arranging on the Internet. One class was 500 star coins, the kind of masters, and the money spent was worth the money. "The teacher praised it. If it wasn't for your teaching, I wouldn't know how to match the flowers."

A lot of things can’t be matched randomly because they look good. You have to take into account the specific gravity, degree of coordination, and the matching of device shapes. After you have learned the basics and then study them in depth, that is, “Master leads the door, and the cultivation is up to the individual.” After the flower arranging teacher and Bowers had a business exchange, today's class was over, all the flowers that Bowers had prepared, and the housework robot tidied up the table, and soon there were only three pots of flower arrangements on the long, clean long table. The focal style is dominated by star flowers, roses and carnations, the stacked style is dominated by star flowers, phalaenopsis, and perfume lilies, and the overlapping style is dominated by Milky Way leaves, sunflowers and sunflowers. I have learned these three types today. Bowers has a fast absorption ability and can master them well in one class. I will take another class tomorrow to master the remaining four forms, and the remaining courses can be deeply consolidated.

With Ryan's intervention, the members of this family are all looking for new breakthroughs, instead of staying on the old path. In the future, this family will only get better and better, and the life around Auston will only be more beautiful.

The door was pushed open, and Laura, who was wearing a black dress, walked in. Seeing her husband's flowers, she complimented, "Not bad. But there are still some shortcomings. Don't put them in front of the general."

"Well, I'm going to put it in the side hall."

The couple, both with perfectionistic tendencies, came to an agreement. But there were still things at odds, and Laura didn't understand, "Why put those people in?"

"It's not good to make a big noise outside and let other people watch jokes."

"But it affects the general's mood." Laura disapproved.

Bowers laughed, looked at his wife and said, "Why let the general go to see them."

"You mean?"

"Wait for Ryan to come back."

Laura raised her eyebrows, "Let him handle these things?"

"Otherwise?" Bowers instructed the housekeeping robot to put the flower arrangements where they should go, and then said: "The general is now in a special body and cannot be bothered by these trivial matters. Ryan is the general's husband, and some things should be undertaken. Let’s take it as my test for him. We only serve the Dalton family, not the masters of this family. In the future, this family will belong to them, and many things should be taken over by Ryan.”

"You." Laura shook her head helplessly. Bowers grew up in this family and learned and grew up with the old general. His character also brought the stubbornness and stubbornness of the Dalton family, and he clearly accepted it in his heart. Ryan refused to admit it, "Bowles, they are very loving."

"I know." Bowers hugged his wife, "I know, so I want him to know what kind of devil the general faced before."

Greed is the biggest culprit of human degeneration into the devil. Desires are hard to calm, greedy, and insatiable. It refers to some people sitting in the living room. Seven adults, six children under the age of sixteen, and one half-adult of twenty-two. 22-year-old Nana Dalton is this semi-adult. In the eyes of her elders, she is a child who has no right to speak, but the group of children cannot accommodate her. She is wearing a long white dress and sits beside her father with her head bowed. Her long hair blocked her profile, making it impossible to see her expression.

"Nana seems to be getting quieter and quieter. She is really a good girl from the Dalton family. If she is in her own family, she can marry Gustav and Bromfield." The old man who was going to call him Uncle, and Beavis called Uncle, was holding a bone china teacup and drank black tea in a pretentious manner. He shook his head and said regretfully, "It's a pity, Beavis, you make mistakes again and again, delaying so many children, if you inherit everything from your family, which of the adult children in your family can't have a good job, why is Nana? You put so much thought into the Academy of Fine Arts. You said, right?"

Bivis wanted to speak in a stern manner, but he felt his daughter pinched his arm. He didn't say anything, but smiled instead.

Uncle Clan's mouth was sullen in his heart, and he really looked down on Beavis, but he coaxed, "You will adopt Xiao Wu in the future, but don't forget Uncle."

"Uncle, you can't adopt Xiao Wu, you're in a mess." Beavis said cowardly.

"Hey, look at my memory, Xiao Wu is Auston's younger brother, so he will adopt your eldest son, that's just right."

"Grandpa, it's agreed to adopt me!" A seven- or eight-year-old boy was dissatisfied, he ran to his uncle's side, grabbed his hand and said, "This house should be mine in the future, I Yes, what fun, delicious and delicious food... all of them belong to me, I have told my classmates that I will be a general and live in a big house in the future."

"What nonsense." Uncle Zu raised his slap and wanted to slap it down, but when he was about to touch the child, he felt distressed, and he took off most of his strength and gently patted the child's butt, "Sir, I asked you to interrupt. Well, I'm really disobedient, I won't buy you candy when I get home."

"Ouch, grandpa lied to me!" The child fell to the ground and rolled on the ground immediately after being photographed, crying loudly and loudly, "It's all mine, woo woo woo, obviously it's mine..."

The fifteen- or sixteen-year-old child sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and playing with the handheld gave the rolling child a contemptuous look. He was still calm, but his eyes completely exposed himself, and he looked at the reception room possessively. , It turns out that the main family's mansion is like this. The solemn, majestic and solemn colors look so good. When he moves in, he will open a big ladder in this conference room, so that the students can see what it means to be a big family.

"Thorn-"

The harsh scratching sound came, and everyone followed the prestige. It was a little guy with a runny nose who was scratching on the wall with a toy, making a sound that stimulated the eardrums, and there were more messy lines on the smooth wall in an instant. Seeing that everyone was looking at their child, the child's parent said with a little pride, "Our child is lively."

Beavis persuaded in a low voice, "It's not good to do this, it's impolite, and you will have to pay."

"Mine." The child was only three or four years old, wiping his snot with his backhand, and said angrily, "Here, mine."

"What's wrong with the child's scratches at home? What does he know, he needs to be called rude." The parent was seriously guarding the shortcoming, pointing to the wall with more than a dozen scratches in a few minutes, "Then there is a sticker on it. Just take the wallpaper, tear it off and paste it again, it's simple."

Beavis opened his mouth to say something, but the elder sister of the clan glared angrily on her hips and shrank her neck, he is really not a tough character.

The door of the reception room was pushed open, and a housework robot came in, holding a pot of flowers, purple phalaenopsis and yellow perfume lilies were very beautiful against the green leaves. The robot placed the flower arrangement on the closet in the reception room and turned to leave, but was stopped by the impatient clan uncle, who sat on the sofa arrogantly and asked, "Auston, what are you doing? Why don't we elders come down here to meet? It's very wrong for him not to go out to greet us, and now he's still hanging on us, what does this mean, is it possible that we don't take our elders seriously?"

"What are your orders, sir?" The housework robot has a simple program, just to do housework, and the uncle said a lot of words to the deaf.

Uncle Clan felt a little overwhelmed on his face, so he went up and kicked angrily, "What kind of thing, a dog-like thing, don't hurry up and call Auston over!"

"Attack! Attack! Attack!"

The housework robot that fell on the ground repeated it three times. It stood up and looked at everyone with long bright yellow eyes, as if the faces of these people were scanned into the program, and they would become the key prevention targets in the home in the future. After scanning, the housework robot left, closing the door behind it.

The clan uncle thought he had regained his face, and sat back proudly, "I'm really sorry, I'll have to scold him when Auston comes."

Nana, who had been silent all the time, raised her head slightly. In her sight, the window that had been opened was closing, and the door seemed to be closing even tighter. She grabbed Dad's arm tightly, preventing him from speaking. Beavis hugged his shivering daughter and sat silently. Anyway, his character has always been like this, and no one would care.

Ryan and McArena from the Imperial Mecha Research Institute in Adam City stood in front of a light screen, touching the light screen from time to time to adjust the design. McAr opened up the highest authority to him, and the wolf-type mecha, which was kept secret, was almost unreserved. Presented in front of Ryan. He looked carefully, nodding from time to time, very delicate design.

McEah got Ryan's affirmation. For some reason, joy emerged from the bottom of his heart. He smiled and said, "Qin Feng Anderson mentioned the idea of ​​an animal-type mecha in the handbook, and there is a design drawing. After 20 years of thinking about this inspiration, the design drawing was finally formed. Construction began 28 months ago, and every part and every piece of metal plate was independently produced in this laboratory, using skilled workers. Even so, the construction speed is still not fast, and there are many problems in the middle, which we overcome one by one."

"It's not easy." Many of the things he wrote down on the handbook were imaginative, and there were many ideas that were detached from reality and fundamentals. Ryan sighed that it was really not easy.

In addition to being happy, McKay has worries about the problem of the same frequency of animal-based nerve centers as human nerves. After testing hundreds of times, after continuous transformation and adjustment, simulation testing and perfection, the same frequency has increased from 15% to 15%. 55.55%, the leap-forward data improvement looks bright and beautiful, but it is not enough to be used in actual combat. If you don’t have more than 90%, don’t think about putting it on the battlefield, you can’t put it into the army, then the wolf-type mecha made is a A pile of scrap iron, worthless.

McEah expressed his worries, "The adjustment of the nerve center has entered a bottleneck. I have overturned more than a thousand design drafts, and have never found a better solution. If I still can't find it, the expensive wolf-type mecha It can only be put on hold for the time being, alas." It is very difficult to declare and approve the funds, he is over 300 years old, and Emperor Qin Feng Anderson has already become cosmic dust at his age, how long he can live is completely unknown. I know, and I don't know if he can see the wolf-type mecha shine on the battlefield when he is alive.

He saw Ryan sliding the design diagram on the light screen quickly, as if looking for something, and immediately thought that Ryan was looking for the design diagram of the nerve center. The wolf-type mecha is a biological mecha. The biological mecha is different from the ordinary mechanical mecha in terms of materials and assembly, but the most important thing is the difference in the nerve center. The nerve center determines whether a mecha is a real creature or not. Mecha. McArth took a moment, raised his arm and pressed a few times on the personal terminal. After granting certain permissions, he waved his arm in the direction of the light screen, and several drawings appeared in the small corner of the light screen, piled together. The icon flickers, as if to remind you that new drawings are coming.

Ryan's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at McEah. McEah showed a candid smile. After showing these drawings to Ryan, his biggest research result - the core secret of biological mecha - was really shown to Ryan without reservation. Now, he has almost no secrets in front of Ryan in the future.

"I am deeply impressed by Gauss doing this." Ryan couldn't say anything other than gratitude.

McEah breathed a sigh of relief after doing this. He had a hunch that Ryan would be able to do it when he couldn't finish it. Ryan not only had youth as his capital, but also had a huge amount of knowledge in his mind as a basis. What's the problem? As long as he gives some time here, it will certainly not be a problem. After meeting with Ryan the day before yesterday, McEah had doubts, jealousy, and even madly thinking about digging out Ryan's brain for research, but his chaotic mood calmed down. Instead of exploring Ryan's secrets, he took the initiative to seek Ryan's help. McEah knows that he is already old, and there are only so many stages he has opened up. The future belongs to young people. Why should he explore Ryan's secret? Even if he is reborn from Emperor Qin Feng, so long as he can help himself Just go further.

Therefore, it happened that Ryan came to the C1-003 laboratory.

Ryan didn't know that McEah had gone through so many thoughts in an instant, and even almost guessed his true origin, otherwise he would have said it would be dangerous. He clicked on the blueprints that McArson sent him, and six or seven thousand blueprints poured in like waves. Instead of being frightened by the huge number and complicated content, he began to look hungry and staring, starting from the immature first draft. To the final draft, followed by a lot of revisions... For him, this is a treasure trove.

The biological mecha turned out to be like this!

Adjusting this, that, and this on the mecha...that's ingenious.

Why didn't I think of adding these to the neural elements in the first place?

Unexpectedly, a simple change can increase the same frequency, amazing, wonderful!

...

...

Ryan is brainstorming, his eyes are focused and bright, absorbing new knowledge frantically.

Ryan and McArena stood on the main console in the northeast corner of the C1-003 laboratory. Without certain permissions, they could not enter. It was a dream place for many researchers present. Being able to follow Master McAryan to the main console proved that it was already The core personnel of the entire institute have great authority, know more, receive higher treatment, and are respected by the world...

"who's that person?"

"I don't know, I've never seen it before"

"Could it be from another institute?"

"I don't know, but I don't think so. It's not ordinary people to be received by the master in person. Why haven't we met at yesterday's meeting, which gathered well-known scholars from all over the country."

"You're right, that's a second-generation rich, a third-generation rich."

"Come on, do you think our master is a person who fears the powerful and fawns over the powerful? Sera is dead. He knelt in front of the master hysterically and asked the master to show him the core blueprint of the nerve center. The master did not give it to him. Laco is a direct descendant of Bromfield, the top wealthy family in the empire."

"You're right, only the second and third generations of ordinary rich people can't get into the eyes of our master."

Then, who is the man standing by the master?

This is a secret for the time being. Neither Ryan nor McEah is in the mood to explain the confusion to others. They are discussing the design of the nerve center enthusiastically. McEah told Ryan about the problems and troubles he encountered. With a new idea, he called up a blank drawing on the light screen and started drawing. He almost completed half of it in one go, and then he stopped writing.

McEah: "..." He didn't dare to interrupt, he held his breath, seeing that Ryan had no plans to write, he was about to suffocate himself to death. One of the advantages of being older is that you are better at nourishing your Qi. After taking a few deep breaths, you adjusted it. McEah softly called out, "Ryan?"

"Um?"

"Why don't you paint?" It's not because you want to hide, right? How can today's young people do this ah ah ah ah! Not so cute.

Ryan didn't want to hide, he directly expressed his confusion, "You see how this neuron is better placed? My idea is... but doing so will only block the same frequency, and will not achieve the purpose of improvement. "

McEah instantly threw away the dissatisfaction just now and threw himself into the discussion. "How did you come up with this? I never knew... it could be arranged like this, and if it did, it would reduce the efficiency of... operation. But you put the neurons in this position, you can improve stability, improve stability It's good for...it's amazing."

Ryan spent a pleasant day at the Imperial Research Institute. He stopped at three o'clock in the afternoon to prepare to go home. When he left, McKeah gave him a hard drive. Needless to say, the hard drive must contain those drawings. It is mutually beneficial, and Ryan will help. McKay solves the problem. Not only the hard drive, but Mackya changed the temporary access card numbered 003 to a long-term access card. As long as he wanted, Ryan could use this access card to enter and leave the institute anytime, anywhere.

This is tantamount to treating Ryan as a member of the research center in disguise, without the establishment, but with McAye's approval.

When leaving, Ryan didn't ask McA to send it, but went out by himself, activated the robot Xiaoliu, and took another path to leave under the guidance of Xiaoliu. On the way back, a figure stumbled past Ryan. The man looked at the drawings with his head down, not knowing who was passing by.

Lane recognized who it was, Sierra Bromfield. Different from what he saw on the Xingtian Ship, at this moment, Sera was completely devoid of her brilliance and arrogance, her arrogant expression turned into stubbornness and persistence, and she nervously rolled her eyes, as if she wanted to see through the drawings in front of her. His expression was wrong, which led to a great change in his mental outlook. He was only in his 70s (according to the age of the empire, this is still a young man) with white hair on his temples and fine lines at the corners of his eyes. Now Sera goes out. , it is estimated that many people who worked with him on the Xingtian Ship could not recognize him.

Ryan didn't turn around to look, his footsteps were not chaotic at all, and he continued to walk forward. It's just an insignificant enemy. He was punished when he did what he shouldn't. Ryan never pity his enemies.

At the door, the robot Xiaoliu said in a childlike voice, "I'm very happy to serve Mr. Smith, and I look forward to seeing you next time."

"Thank you Xiaoliu." Ryan squatted down and put his hand on Xiaoliu's neck... After touching the place called the neck for the time being, he patted its head, "See you next time."

Xiaoliu's headlight flickered, watching Ryan's back getting smaller and smaller until he couldn't see it, Xiaoliu moved to the very edge of the reception robot, hid it inside and went to standby.

Adam City is a short distance from Eve City, an hour’s drive away, and there are several cities in between. Adam was the capital city in the past, but because of the clustering of universities and scientific research institutions, it lost its political significance, and the government found another way. Made Eve the new capital city. It was almost time to go home after arriving in Eve City. Instead of going straight home, Ryan stayed in the city center for a while, went to the largest dessert shop in the capital city, and bought the best-selling desserts of the season and the best-selling classics. Ston must have never had the dessert here, so he took it home for him to try.

Ryan also tried it himself. After eating it, he might be able to crack the secret recipe. If Auston likes it, he will make it at home, hehe.

It was 4:50 p.m. when he got home, and Ryan, who had brought the dessert to the kitchen, paused after hearing what Powers said, "Those people stayed in the small reception room for an afternoon? Never thought about smashing the window. Break the door and escape?"

"I must have thought about it." But those people stimulated the robot's defense mechanism, and the housework robot regarded it as an enemy and locked it in the reception room. The material of the reception room could not be destroyed simply by hands and feet. Bowers didn't think there was anything wrong with doing this at all. He even said: "There are enough tea pipes, unlimited snacks, and toilets, which are completely enough for their survival."

"Well, it's pretty good." The arrangement was very appropriate, Ryan couldn't fault it, and it was right to let these people calm down in the room, "Does Auston know?"

"The general doesn't know."

"That's good." Ryan washed his hands and didn't even change his clothes. After passing through a series of rooms such as the living room in the atrium, the study room, the small reception room mainly used, the gym, etc., he went through a long corridor to the remote reception room. , This reception room has direct access to the outside door, no need to go through the atrium. Compared with other reception rooms in the main house, it is not the smallest, but the conditions are definitely not the best. Standing at the door and listening, Ryan did not hear any strange noises. Material is really good.

Say to the robot guarding the door: "Release the restrictions."

"Dangerous! Dangerous! Dangerous!"

"It's not dangerous now, relieved."

"Yes." The robot program starts, the dangerous mechanism is lifted, and the door can be opened normally.

Ryan gave in and pulled Bowers by the way, otherwise the two of them would definitely be taken down by those who wanted to rush out. The door slammed open, and the person inside rolled down unexpectedly. The old man at the bottom let out a painful whimper, and his internal organs would come out if he pressed further.

Everyone was in a hurry for a while, and finally sat down in the small reception room again. Except for Beavis and his daughter, everyone else who came to take the initiative to be guests looked at Ryan and Powers angrily. Si stood beside him, the former looked at the crowd with a gentle smile, the latter had a lackluster expression and didn't even want to give him a look.

Ryan didn't look like a bad guy, as easy as he was on the visitor's side. He glanced at the wall that was marked with large faces, and smiled even deeper, "Who painted that, it's very unique."

The little boy who was detained by his parents broke free and raised his hand actively, "It's me, it's me."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why can't it be done?"

Ryan smiled, "You're right."

"The child is ignorant, just draw it twice, it's nothing, just change the wallpaper." Seeing Ryan's kind attitude, the child's mother couldn't help but relax while sitting on the sofa with her back stiff, "The child is more active. It's normal, a boy who inherits the family business, haha."

Ryan smiled and beckoned the child to come to him. The child jumped forward and his mother couldn't catch it. When the kid came, Ryan asked, "Do you know it's wrong to paint on other people's walls?"

"My house!" the child blurted out, "mine, just draw it!"

"Oh?" Ryan raised his eyes and glanced at everyone. He only saw disapproval in some people's eyes but didn't see it shouldn't. Instead, the girl who was snuggling beside Beavis showed embarrassment and shame in the eyes.

"Mom said, this is mine, I just need to be the son of the unfortunate general."

Ryan's eyes turned cold, "Unfortunate General?"

The child's parents became restless, and even the old man sitting next to Ryan began to panic. Some things were just private, how could they be brought to the table. But obviously, the child doesn't care about this, he clenched his fingers obediently, repeating what his parents said at home, "Damn things, occupying the pit and not shitting, the broom star of the mother and the father... ah ah , you hurt me!"

There was no tenderness on Ryan's face, and his eyes were colder than ice. He looked up at the pair of parents, and gave it to the others. His voice was still gentle, as if the devil took out a red apple to tempt him, and said slowly: " Children's painting talent is very good, you can't waste it, you know, you must paint casually in the future, on all kinds of beautiful walls, the more beautiful and beautiful, the more you need to paint, to let more people see your works, you know? "

The child's eyes widened and he nodded excitedly.

"Ah!" It was the scream of the child's mother, who rushed to Ryan and carried the child back.

Ryan's temperatureless face had a slight arc at the corners of his mouth, which looked like a smile, but it was more intense than anger. He looked at everyone in the room, and he didn't mind getting rid of them slowly today.

Looking at the arc of Ryan's mouth, everyone was so frightened that they didn't catch their breath.