"Teacher Cao, I feel a little uncomfortable. Please take a day off today."

"Okay, are you okay? Go to the hospital for a check-up. If you need anything, call me."

"Okay, thank you, Teacher Cao."

After Fang Ke asked for leave from his class teacher, Mr. Cao, he got on his bicycle and went out to feed mosquitoes.

"Hey, there is a Chinese champion, a handsome young gentleman!"

At the gate of the community, Zhang Yuan's mother, Aunt Liu, who was selling steamed buns, stopped him with a joking look on her face: "Hey, don't forget to eat the steamed buns from the jade-faced young man."

There was no embarrassment on Fang Ke's face as he took the bun: "Thank you, Aunt Liu."

He took a big bite and stuffed his mouth full. While chewing, he gave Aunt Liu a thumbs up: "It's delicious. My Aunt Liu will never get tired of eating these buns for ten more years!"

Aunt Liu ignored his compliments that he had not changed in ten years, handed him a glass of soy milk, and said with a smile: "Eat slowly, if you choke a Chinese champion, it will be my fault."

Fang Ke took the soy milk unceremoniously, took a sip, and got into the car: "Thank you Aunt Liu, I'll leave first!"

"By the way, Aunt Liu, please remind Zhang Yu later and ask her to bring my homework to hand in. She has forgotten my homework at home several times."

Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed out more than ten meters away.

"Why is your homework..." Aunt Liu was stunned for a moment and then quickly realized what she was doing.

She picked up the rolling pin at hand and rushed up to the fifth floor of the community with the lion's roar: "Zhang Yu! Get off here! You copied your homework again, didn't you?"

On the road.

Fang Ke was eating steamed buns and drinking soy milk with one hand, and riding a bicycle with the other hand. He said with a proud face: "Zhang Yu, you are saying bad things about me behind my back, right? It's your fault!"

As for why Aunt Liu gives him steamed buns and soy milk every day.

The reason is simple.

Fang’s father and Fang’s mother are both human warriors. In the future, they will go to the battlefield of all races and fight for the survival of the human race!

……

Three miles west of the city.

Fang Ke came to a courtyard and took out his student ID card.

"Hello boss, my name is Fang Ke. I am a liberal arts student at Longcheng No. 1 Middle School. I have an extracurricular research and would like to do research in your farm for a day. Do you think it is okay?"

He smiled very innocently, with a bookish look on his face, coupled with the school uniform he was wearing and the student ID card in his hand.

All these make him seem trustworthy.

The boss took him in without much hesitation.

"Bring this with you, it's very smelly inside." The boss handed him a mask.

Fang Ke thanked him, put on the mask, and took out the record sheet in a decent manner: "Boss, just be busy, I will observe and record it myself."

"Okay, if you need anything, just call me." The boss smiled heartily, waved his hand and went out.

Fang Ke looked at the fat pigs in the pen one after another, his face full of expectation - the most suitable livestock for mosquitoes to suck blood must be the good companion of the kitchen table, Senior Brother Two!

"Thank you boss for your trust."

Fang Ke felt a trace of guilt in his heart.

"However, I'm not lying. I'm really here to do research."

The slight feeling of guilt disappeared...

He summoned the mosquito that had evolved to level four, and with a thought, the mosquito landed on the belly of the fat pig.

The mouthparts penetrate and quickly start sucking blood.

Seeing that the fat pig had no reaction, Fang Ke walked around the pig pen twice and controlled 26 mosquitoes.

As for flies.

He also controlled one, and a new page appeared on the scroll, which also indicated that it could evolve.

This confirms that he can control a wider variety of things.

But.

Fang Ke couldn't accept what the fly evolved to eat, so he let him crash into the pig pen.

After all, according to Fang Ke’s guess.

Even if flies have a high evolutionary level, they probably only have a disgusting effect.

He accepts his incompetence and forgets it.

He tried to control the pig again.

But it failed.

No matter whether it is an old sow or a piglet, neither of them will work.

"Can only small insects be used?"

Fang Ke kept trying his own control range and finally determined it.

The pig farm owner’s dogs, chickens, and ducks will not work.

But flies, mosquitoes, and some rot insects in the pig shed can all be controlled.

Just.

The number of categories is limited.

So far, Fang Ke can only control three kinds of insects.

But there seems to be no limit to the number of each type of insect. Anyway, now he has controlled 27 mosquitoes, and he still has not felt the limit.

In addition, after controlling a certain kind of bug, if all the bugs controlled by him die, he can switch to another type of bug to control.

After the experiment.

The mosquitoes have risen to level 6.

Fang Ke called it to his hand and observed carefully. It seemed that the mosquito had become a little bigger and its body was a little harder.

But the changes are very small.

"Okay, change is a good thing. Sooner or later, you will breathe the real dragon." Fang Ke comforted himself.

A mosquito landed on another pig.

The pig just now had a big bulge on its body, as big as his fist.

The pig kept rubbing against the wall, making a grunting sound, and was restless.

Fang Ke felt a little itchy.

I scratched the knot on my arm last night, turned my head and chose not to look.

He was a little worried.

"The level of mosquitoes is getting higher and higher, the bulges are getting bigger and ittier, and they are getting more and more itchy. Will I be kicked out by my boss..."

While thinking about it.

In my mind, I ordered 26 new mosquitoes that had just reached level 3 to land on another pig.

Not long after.

The only level 6 mosquito was full of blood and flew into the scroll to evolve.

Fang Ke looked at another pig rubbing against the wall and frowned slightly.

"Why does it feel like it's a little smaller..."

"It's just a mosquito. Although its belly is as big as a soybean,...how can it make a pig weighing hundreds of kilograms smaller?"

"An illusion, it must be an illusion."

He muttered to himself.

Soon.

The evolution of the mosquito was completed, and Fang Ke changed into a pig.

This time, he stared at the mosquito sucking blood.

After a while.

Fang Ke's expression changed.

“Really lost weight!”

"Does this mosquito suck blood?!"

Fang Ke was horrified as he watched the mosquito's abdomen slowly grow larger while the fat pig gradually lost weight.

"The blood this mosquito sucks is not what it looks like on its abdomen!"

"Either the mosquito's abdomen is bigger than it looks! Or, when the mosquito sucks blood, it is tempered, and a large amount of plasma condenses out of the abdomen."
To be continued...