After simply recording the confession, my parents rushed to school in a hurry.

After all, I was a biological father and mother, and after receiving the news, I was still quite worried about my son. Especially my mother, when she saw Su Yao rushing up without saying a word, she was a full-strength bear hug.

Fortunately, her son has a strong bones, otherwise he might have been killed by his mother if he didn't fall into Ye Xinggui's hands.

My father was relieved and patted Su Yao on the shoulder and said, "It's fine, it's fine. If you have any problems, I may not even have dinner on weekends in the future..."

Su Yao: "..."

So it turns out that my dad didn’t care about me, but about if I was gone, my mom wouldn’t cook for him in the future?

I am worthy of being my own father, the appraisal has been completed...

The Warden Army had already asked all the questions. The subsequent finishing work and investigation into the source of the monster leak were all questions of the army. After saying hello to Jing Dingtian, they immediately left school and went home.

When leaving the school gate, Su Yao took a casual glance to the side and happened to see the little girl Yue Kehui being sandwiched between her parents, sitting pitifully wearing a blanket on her body.

Although she was much calmer than when the incident happened, she still looked like a frightened little rabbit.

At this moment, she happened to see Su Yao. She was stunned for a moment when the two sides intersected their eyes, then raised her white and tender little hand with some hesitation, and waved at him stupidly.

Su Yao smiled and gestured to her, indicating that she would see you next week.

It's too late to make a fuss. My mother said she was too lazy to go home to cook, so she just found something to eat outside and took a walk to digest it before going back.

The father and son had no objection to this proposal.

The whole family walked along the way, and after continuously deducting many proposals such as barbecue, hot pot, grilled fish, and fragrant pot, they finally came to a local restaurant.

The smiling waiter politely placed the menu on the table, while she stood aside with a pen and a small notebook.

My mother picked up the menu and was about to order food, but she saw my father frowning, swaying his sleeves, and posing as an expert: "Let's wait!"

My mother half raised her head, and her expression seemed to be saying, "Look at what tricks you can play."

"Before this, we must agree on something very important." Dad pretended to be serious, "We must first agree on who will pay the bill later."

"Ha? Isn't this too much? Didn't it always be yours?"

My father said with a heartache: "I don't think it's possible! Our family must make changes! It's obvious that you are the ones in charge of the accounting, why do I pay for the bill every time I place a restaurant?"

"Don't you have pocket money?" My mother looked expressionless, "Besides, don't you still have private money."

My father's face suddenly turned dark: "Private money...what private money? Don't talk nonsense! I will be cleansed of others..."

"Stop talking nonsense, stop making trouble, order food quickly, my son is still hungry."

Dad muttered: "Then... I didn't bring any money."

As a result, I heard the waiter next to me say very "understand": "It's okay, sir. Our store supports Xbao payment and does not require cash."

Dad glared at her.

What's going on with this waiter? Can't you understand the wink?

If you have any training, just go to work directly! Which manager is yours?

My dad was still stubborn: "Then... I didn't bring my phone."

My mother hummed: "When I went out, I watched you poke in my pocket."

"Then...then there will be no electricity."

Without saying a word, my mother took out her phone and dialed it quickly. A few seconds later, a melodious call melody came from my father's pocket.

Dad: "..."

Realizing that his countless "anti-dictatorial uprisings" might be ruined again, my father took a desperate bet and decided to put all his hopes in the hands of third-party reinforcements.

He turned to Su Yao: "Son! You have to judge my father..."

However, Su Yao was holding the menu and saying to the waitress girl: "Hello, please give me a braised pork ribs, a hand-torn cabbage, a large portion..."

Dad: "@#%(&"

md! My son is completely unreliable!

After ordering the dishes, the waiter took back the menu with a smile: "Okay, please wait, your meal will arrive soon."

My father's "working" continues, and he is still making the final resistance for freedom and power. Su Yao held his chin and watched from the side, and couldn't help but smile.

He couldn't help but remembered that in his previous life, his late parents often used to do this, joking and playing, and the house was always filled with joy.

The so-called taste of home is probably like this.

Su Yao was watching silently from the side, suddenly feeling dizzy in his head, his eyes were dazed, and everything he saw in his sight turned into a ghost.

But this felt that it came and went quickly, and he recovered after a second or two.

Su Yao was stunned. He blinked, trying to confirm that he had no hallucinations.

Just as he closed his eyes and opened his eyes, there was something like the ui interface in front of him.

A complex circular locking box floats in the main area of ​​the field of view, moving along with the movement of his eyeball's line of sight.

He found that when the box appeared "what to aim at" and his eyes moved to an area near an object in his field of view, the locking box would automatically lock onto the target.

It feels a bit like the auxiliary aiming plug-in in a first-person shooting game.

Perhaps when facing the night ghost before, the half of the broom was thrown so accurately, it also has something to do with this.

In addition, in the upper right corner of the field of view, indexes such as "heartbeat, pulse, breathing frequency" reflecting the body's state. There are several options such as "equipment components, attributes, design" that are close to the right corner of the field of view.

Could this be... the legendary system gold finger?

After all, he is also a time traveler, and it doesn't seem strange that he has a bit of gold fingers.

But I'm afraid this gold finger is not shipped late! It's just arrived now?

The host almost hanged up just now, and the system has not arrived yet.

But being late is better than not, it is better than not.

There is also this ui interface, this style of painting... Why do you think it looks a bit like Iron Man?

Su Yao thought about it, and then he clicked on the "Equipment Parts" option in the panel.

This was even more surprising. In this panel, he saw an interface similar to the character equipment bar in the game, including helmets, gloves, combat boots and breastplate.

But all of these parts are currently black and there is no equipment available.

Su Yao's thoughts moved, and then he tried to concentrate his mind on the right hand part of the equipment bar. A magnified image soon appeared in that part, with a light red glove in the image. The picture can be dragged and enlarged, and every joint and every detail are vivid in Su Yao's eyes.

There are also short text descriptions below.

Basic boxing gloves: greatly improve basic boxing strength, without special functions. Design drawings can be generated.

Next, he clicked on other parts of the equipment bar and looked at it. They were all similar. If these parts were all put together, they seemed to be a set of metal-like full-coverage exoskeleton armor.

But the following sentence "can generate design drawings" means to give him a drawing and ask him to copy it according to the same method and make an exoskeleton armor?

It's not that he was deliberately complaining, but he really wanted to say...

......Is this too much respect for me, Mr. Su?
Chapter completed!