Vicious Male Counterpart Isn’t Competing Anymore

At the end of the morning class, Professor Qin called Yan Hao alone and gave him a copy of the information.

"This is the study materials from last week and there are some homework. Although you did not come to class, you can't fall back on your classwork. After you finish it, you will hand it over to me next Monday." Professor Qin said.

Yan Hao took the information and didn't look at it, so he agreed, "Teacher, don't worry, I will finish it well."

Professor Qin nodded with satisfaction. Yan Hao is his favorite type of student. He is smart, humble, and diligent and obedient. It is not too pitiful: "By the way, you are going to practice in Pang Lao this weekend. "

"Yeah." Yan Hao nodded.

"The homework is not in a hurry, you give it to me two days later." Professor Qin said.

"It doesn't matter, I will do it at night when I go back. It shouldn't take much time." Yan Hao never felt pressured on things like homework.

"..." Professor Qin suddenly felt that his homework was missing.

He returned to his seat holding last night, He Shao had already packed up his textbooks and was waiting for him: "What is Professor Qin doing with you?"

"This." Yan Hao showed He Shao the information in his hand.

"Isn't this last week's homework? The professor asked you to make up your homework?"

"Ok."

"Hehe, do you want to copy?" He Shao laughed.

Yan Hao looked at him silently.

"Why look at me like that, isn't it a rare opportunity for me to copy homework for you." He Shao was somewhat guilty of being seen by Yan Hao. "Moreover, copying homework between students is an effective way to consolidate friendship."

"Really?" Yan Hao doubted.

"If you don't believe me, just ask someone to ask?" With that, He Shao grabbed a classmate who passed by him and asked, "Lange, can copying each other's homework consolidate friendship."

Suddenly, Lange, who was held back, looked dumbfounded. He looked at Yan Hao and He Shao, and asked, "He Shao, in order to copy Yan Hao's homework, you made up this kind of excuse?"

"Fart, I want to copy the homework to Yan Hao." He Shao said angrily.

"Haha." The two words expressed endless sarcasm and suspicion.

"Rolling!" He Shao drove people out angrily.

Lange staggered two steps by him. Before leaving, he didn't forget to turn back to remind Yan Hao: "Yan Hao, don't copy homework for He Shao, this kid just wants to be lazy."

"You don't get out yet." He Shao wanted to hit someone angrily.

Lange laughed and ran out, and Yan Hao also pursed his lips and smiled.

Seeing Yan Hao smiled, He Shao was angry for a while, and suddenly he was amused: "This person's inherent thinking is really terrible, just because you are a learner of God, no one will believe that you will copy other people's homework."

"It's really scary." As before, everyone around him thought he was a bad person, so whatever he did was bad.

"I was wronged because of you. You invited me to dinner at noon today." He Shao said.

"Okay, let's go back to the dormitory first..." During the conversation, Yan Hao's optical brain terminal rang suddenly, prompting an email to come in.

Yan Hao clicked on the mail, glanced hurriedly, and wrung his brows.

"What's the matter?" He Shao asked when Yan Hao's expression was wrong.

"I was included in the federal special talent protection plan." Yan Hao said in a daze.

"Federal Special Talents Protection Program? When did you apply?" He Shao has been staying with Yan Hao, and he never heard of him saying that he would apply for this.

"I didn't apply." Yan Hao shook his head.

"Did old Pang apply for you?" He Shao said.

"It's not my teacher." Yan Hao showed the email to He Shao, "I was not included in the talent protection plan related to mecha manufacturing, but pharmacy."

"What?!" He Shao stared at the three huge words of pharmacy in the email, and immediately realized that it was not good. "What's going on? This talent protection plan sounds like a good thing, but once the application is approved, it will be included. With the federal special talent pool, you can only study pharmacy in your life. And after graduation, you must work in a federally-designated research institute for at least 30 years."

Yan Hao also knew this rule. He pulled the mail to the end and found the communication number of the Federal Special Talent Protection Agency. After a call was dialed, the call was quickly connected.

"Hello, this is the Federal Talent Protection Program Center. Who is it?" A female staff member in uniform appeared in the video.

"Hello, this is Yan Hao. You just sent me an email saying that I have joined the Federal Special Talent Protection Program."

"Wait, let me check." After searching for a while, the staff quickly found Yan Hao's name in the system. "Yes, I found your name. Congratulations, Mr. Yan Hao, you are now a federation. One of the special talents."

With a sincere smile on the face of the staff, they said sincerely congratulations to Yan Hao.

"But I haven't applied for talent protection. Did you make a mistake?" Yan Hao hurriedly said.

The staff was taken aback for a moment, and obviously did not expect to encounter this situation: "Wait a minute, I will check the application records."

This time the inquiry took a long time. About five minutes later, the staff said: "Your application for talent protection was applied for by your parents. Your parents submitted all the pharmacy-related results of your middle school period. It is very good. In addition, you recently produced a high-purity grade 6 sedative at the No. 3 barren star base. Our staff has also contacted the pharmacist at the base. After confirming that it is correct, we will approve your application as quickly as possible."

"But I didn't want to apply?" Yan Hao asked, "I didn't apply for it myself, can I withdraw it?"

"Your parents have provided all the documents required for the application, the procedures are complete, and there is no problem." The staff member said.

"Then can I cancel now? I don't want to join this plan." Yan Hao said.

Yan Hao’s answer seemed to have annoyed the staff on the opposite side. The staff was visible to the naked eye, and his tone became unceremonious: "Mr. Yan Hao, the Federal Special Talents Protection Program is a benefit and honor given to special talents by the Federation. It’s not that you apply when you want to apply or cancel when you want to cancel. And, do you know how many people apply in a year? So please cherish it."

After speaking, the communication was suddenly interrupted.

"When your parents helped you apply, didn't they tell you in advance?" He Shao puzzled, "No, even if your parents' school applies for them, you still need your own authorization letter."

Yan Hao hurriedly logged into the backstage of the Federal Talent Pool and applied for transfer to his application record.

The application record was quickly retrieved, and Yan Hao saw a very serious application form among the piles of materials, and signed the application form in his name.

"This...what's going on?" He Shao was also dumbfounded. He knew the font, and it was indeed Yan Hao's.

"In the last semester of high school, Yan Fei and I applied for the special talent protection program together." For Yan Hao now, this was a decade ago, and he just remembered it.

In the three years of high school, Yan Fei's talent in pharmacy gradually revealed. The teacher who taught them pharmacy at the time admired Yan Fei very much. He said that Yan Fei has a special talent in pharmacy and can try to apply for the Federal Special Talent Protection Program. Once the application is successful, It will be a great honor for the school and the family.

Yan Fei listened to the teacher's advice and went home to prepare the materials. He was still competing with Yan Fei at that time, so he also prepared an application material and gave it to his parents. It’s just that the application failed that time, didn’t it? Is this application still there?

"That was all a year ago, but this information was obviously handed in last week." He Shao pointed to the date above.

"..." Yan Hao said nothing.

"Wocao, it won't be the same time a year ago. They didn't pass it to you at all." Except for this reason, He Shao couldn't think of any other reasons.

At that time, Yan Hao did everything to compete with Yan Fei, so after Yan Fei failed to apply for special talents, he didn't care too much about the failure of his application. I just thought, it wasn't that Yan Fei passed the application and he lost the election, so I didn't ask this matter deeply at all.

"Then what are they doing now? Do you have to go back to study pharmacy?" He Shao couldn't understand the brain circuits of this family. "You have a good mecha manufacturing, why do they have to do you Go back to study pharmacy?"

"I don't know either." In addition to confusion, Yan Hao also had fear in his heart.

Will it be the power of the plot? Is the plot correcting its own deviation? What if it is the power of the plot?

As long as he thinks that he might leave the mecha manufacturing department and return to the pharmacy school, Yan Hao trembles resisting.

I don’t want to go back to learn pharmacy, I want to learn mecha manufacturing, I want to stay in the mecha manufacturing department, I want to stay with my current classmates, I want to be Sheng Heng senior’s mecha partner, and I want to make more powerful ones. Mecha.

"He Shao, I don't want to leave here, I want to continue learning mecha manufacturing." Yan Hao looked at He Shao helplessly.

"Hao." He Shao grabbed Yan Hao's hand, "Don't worry, we will find a way. You have just submitted your application, and you are not a well-known figure in the whole Federation. Let's find a relationship, walk through the back door, and maybe apply. Take it back."

"Really?"

What He Shao said is true, but it can shake the federal government's network of relations, which is hard to find. Just when He Shao bit his scalp and planned to respond, another communication came in from Yan Hao's optical brain terminal.

【Sheng Heng. 】

He Shao saw Sheng Heng's call, his eyes lit up immediately, but he remembered that Sheng Heng seemed to have something to do with the military. Without waiting for Yan Hao to respond, He Shao directly raised his hand and pressed the switch.

Sheng Heng's avatar immediately appeared on the screen: "Xiao Hao, why didn't you come...what's wrong with you?!"

The moment Sheng Heng saw Yan Hao's expression, his entire popularity changed, his gaze could almost penetrate the space.

"Senior~~"

Sheng Heng heard Yan Hao call him seniors countless times, but never once was like today, helpless like a cub being forced to a corner, unable to resist and could only whine.

"Wait for me." Sheng Heng said decisively.

Five minutes later, Sheng Heng and Cheng Wenkang rushed over.

"What happened?" As soon as he entered the door, Sheng Heng grabbed Yan Hao's hand and looked at his red eyes and white lips. The aura on his body was cold and scary.

In He Shao's impression, Sheng Heng is a gentle and tolerant person, but at this time, facing Sheng Heng's compelling aura, he can't help but feel cold.

"Yan Hao has been included in the pharmacy special talent protection plan. It was his family who carried Yan Hao on his back..." He Shaoyan explained the situation concisely.

"Wocao, how can there be such a thing, mecha manufacturing is not better than pharmacy? Why not force Yan Hao to go back to learn pharmacy." Cheng Wenkang couldn't help but vomit.

"Who said no." He Shao said in the same way.

Sheng Heng's expression, who understood the ins and outs of the matter, eased a lot: "Xiao Hao, it's okay, I'll take care of this matter."

"Really?" Yan Hao firmly grasped Sheng Heng's hand, confirming in disbelief.

"Yeah." Sheng Heng bent his lips and gave a soothing smile, "With me, if you want to learn mecha manufacturing, you can learn mecha manufacturing. If you don't want to learn medicine, we won't learn it."

"But the Federal Government..."

"Trust me." Sheng Heng's tone revealed unquestionable firmness.

"You have a relationship, can you go through the back door?" Yan Hao thought about what He Shao had said before.

"Yeah." Sheng Heng nodded without evasiveness, "You are my mecha maker, no one can take it away."

Hearing this, Yan Hao's gray eyes lightened up a little bit: "Say it, I am yours."

"..." Cheng Wenkang.

"..." He Shao.

"That's it." Sheng Heng smiled.