Today is the first day of the new semester of the third grade of Aerospace High School.

Although the head teacher Zhou Baohua said before that theoretical courses will no longer be taught this semester, the school still arranged intensive review courses for these senior high school students before the actual teaching officially began.

For example today.

The morning class meeting only takes up morning reading time.

The other four lessons are mathematics, physics, Chinese and modern history.

This is part of the cultural course.

In the afternoon, there are three theoretical courses: primary mechanical drawing, streamlined mechanical armor operation procedures, and new energy launch enlightenment.

Before this.

Ning An has not been completely unaware of these knowledge.

But interest and exams are two different things after all.

Therefore, after the day of study, Ning An added more than 20 class notes in his schoolbag.

From the generous donation from all the top female students in the class...

What is the basis for being able to borrow such valuable learning materials from others at such a critical time point as the exam is about to take the exam?

Ning An can guess the answer without looking in the mirror.

Although Ning An never felt that he was a person who made a living by his face, such a realistic slap still made him feel a little disappointed.

I didn’t expect that the students in the Aerospace High School were so superficial…

After politely rejecting the suggestion of several female classmates in the class going home together after school, Ning An took the electric bus for half an hour before returning to the old street.

No one cares about the name of the old street. Ning An only knows that this is a product of the old era.

Whether it is architectural style or living facilities, they are all at the level of more than half a century ago, and people living here are even using old antiques like Apple phones.

In today's world, the only giant in information and communication technology is Warwick.

The fall of all industry leaders is not worth sighing, because this is the choice of the times.

Just like Kodak lost to the Digital Age.

Nokia lost to the intelligent era.

Apple lost to the upcoming interstellar era.

They did nothing wrong.

Just lacking a little luck.

Just at the last moment before the founding of the Earth Federation, twenty-four hours before the "613 Days Conference" was held, God chose to stand on the side of the Eastern Dragon.

Otherwise, why do you think the first president of the Earth Federation was a Chinese?

Ning An is not concerned about whether the current federal president is yellow or dark. In comparison, he is more concerned about the results of the International Power Control Council this year, namely the ICPC's replacement.

After all, that is the ultimate goal of Ning'an working hard, striving, and even willing to sacrifice his life for the past twelve years.

He was admitted to Jinghua Mecha Academy and entered ICPC after graduation.

If he had the honor of being elected as the president of the ICPC in his lifetime, it would be a nightmare for all mutants.

No.

It's hell.

What kind of destiny?

Mutants are mutants.

An extremely despicable, inferior, and inferior tribe.

Thinking of all this in his heart, Ning An's facial expression was not turbulent. Then he saw a little girl with a ponytail holding a cluster of flames in her hand and running to her with excitement.

"Brother Ning! Look! I can already realize my talent!"

A very bright smile immediately appeared on Ning An's face, and he bent down and looked surprised.

"Wow! Sister Baoer is so amazing! You should be able to go to Red House to conduct talent evaluation in a few days, right?"

Baoer said softly with a shy look on his face, "It's still far from it..."

As he said that, Baoer extinguished the flames in his palm and handed Ning An the black plastic bag he was carrying in his other hand.

"Today, my dad went to the vegetable market and bought a few fresh fish for me. I can't eat it alone, so I'll give it to you."

Ning An did not refuse, took the plastic bag and smiled and said, "It seems that I will have a good time today in July."

Upon hearing this, Baoer suddenly seemed a little depressed.

"It's a pity that the master said he would have a night training today, otherwise he would ask you to come and have a meal at home."

"Then you have to come on! When you pass the review, I will bring July to celebrate for you."

"This is what Brother Ning said!" Baoer's eyes regained their joy.

Ning An smiled faintly: "One word is certain."

Soon, Baoer waved farewell to Ning'an reluctantly and jumped toward home.

Ning An, carrying the fish sent by Baoer, kept greeting his aunts, aunts, aunts and young ladies on the old street.

"Have Xiao An returned from school?"

“How did you feel when you go to school on the first day today?”

"Oh, Xiao An? How about the transistor I repaired before?"

"An An! Are you free this weekend? Do you want to go to the movie with your sister? My sister treats you!"

...

Ning An greeted everyone with a familiar manner. After walking for five or six minutes, he finally saw the shaking sign above his head.

Lao Wang Electrical Appliances.

A name that is neither novel nor beautiful.

And the description is very inaccurate.

In fact, Lao Wang Electric does not sell electrical appliances, but only does repairs.

From traditional home appliances, such as watchdogs, intelligent control platforms, etc., to new mechanical parts, such as particle transistors, electromagnetic arms, and even mechanical armor, Lao Wang can repair them.

Of course, this is what he said himself.

Anyway, no one on the old street can really take out a mecha to take care of the business.

Even the oldest Moore.

However, although he is a bit boastful, Lao Wang's craftsmanship is really nothing to say. At least in the area of ​​home appliances, there has never been a consumer dispute.

It is no exaggeration to say,

Lao Wang alone carried the banner of mechanical maintenance on the entire old street.

Well, of course, this is the old almanac from two years ago.

Since the day she celebrated her sixth birthday in July, she has completely inherited Lao Wang's mantle.

Walking into the shop, Ning An's half of his face was immediately covered by the shadows inside the house.

The smile on his face gradually faded.

He looked down at the fresh fish that was still jumping lively in his hands.

The eyes and colors are full of disgust.

The mutant's alms always make him feel so disgusted.

Fortunately, this situation was quickly alleviated.

Because a small figure jumped out from behind the counter, he snatched the fresh fish from Ning An's hand.

The little girl is not tall, probably only at Ning An’s chest, and her body is a little thin, but the excitement between her eyebrows is shining in the dim light.

"Ning'an! You're finally back! Where did this fish come from? Is it fun to go to school today? Have you touched the mecha? Who is the teacher? What lessons have you taught? Tell me about it!"

The problem like a continuous cannonball did not knock Ning An unconscious.

On the contrary, Ning An seemed to have been used to all this. He smiled and raised his hand, rubbed the yellow hair, and rarely showed a real smile.

"Today, Mr. Ning celebrates his birthday, hurry up and serve you with good wine and food! When Mr. Ning is happy, I will pick up some sesame and mung beans to tell you about it."

After saying that, Ning An walked around the little girl and walked out of the back door of the shop.

Qiuyue curled her lips, looking unhappy, then she seemed to remember something later, and quickly stepped on her calf and chased Ning'an.

"Ning'an! Wait a minute! Lao Wang said..."

Unfortunately, it was too late.

At this time, Ning An had quickly passed through the small courtyard behind the repair shop and came to a wooden door.

After discovering that the door was locked from the inside, Ning An unceremoniously waved his fist and smashed it.

"Old Wang! What are you doing if you hide from the room? Your uncle Ning is back from school!"

After the words came, there was a burst of war and chaos in the house.

In a vague way, Ning An seemed to hear a trace of female voice.

Ma, this old guy hid in the house to watch movies again during the day!

After a long time, the wooden door was opened, revealing a crack, and there was nothing inside. A strong middle-aged uncle appeared in front of Ning An in a messy clothes.

The forehead was covered with sweat, and the eyes seemed to be filled with fire.
Chapter completed!