Wait, my God, am I dead? Have you been reborn? Our Professor Xia suddenly woke up from the beauty that admired. Feng Wushuang's god sister died on his own laboratory bench twenty years ago. His little hand, when did his hand become so small? Xia Ge looked at his body and shrank, to be precise, he returned to his childhood. Looking at the scenes around him, Xia Ge suddenly found that he had returned to the orphanage where Feng Wushuang was, and possessed in Feng Wushuang's body more than forty years ago. Although Feng Wushuang's childhood memories were a little blurred, he remembered this very clearly. More than forty years ago, he fell seriously ill in the orphanage. The scene after waking up was similar to that of himself now.

"Wu Shuang, do you have any discomfort? Tell me." The beautiful sister looked at Xia Ge with concern.

"I---I'm a little tired and want to sleep." Professor Xia Gexia University, who occupied Feng Wushuang's body, said with some stuttering. The change in identity for a moment made our Professor Xia a little unacceptable.

Reborn, he actually returned to more than 40 years ago, and occupied the body of Feng Wushuang, who was only eight years old. He also had the memory of Feng Wushuang's growth. Facing the room full of kids and a little beauty who was only sixteen years old but regarded herself as her elder sister, Xia Ge felt unfamiliar, so he had to say that he was tired and wanted to stay alone for a while.

"I just recovered from the serious illness. Brother Wushuang, I will eat this bowl of chicken first." After saying that, Luo Bu'er, the dean of the orphanage, took out a thermal bucket and placed it on the table of the small hospital bed.

"Yes, okay." Xia Ge, who occupied Feng Wushuang's body, felt hungry at this time. It seemed that Feng Wushuang, the owner of this body, had been unconscious on the hospital bed for a long time.

After saying that, Xia Ge opened the lid of the insulation bucket, which was made with chicken. Feng Wushuang picked up the chopsticks and started eating the chicken in the insulation bucket.

At this time, the owner of Feng Wushuang's body was no longer a child who didn't understand the truth, but an adult. While eating the chicken brought by the dean's sister Luo Bu'er, Xia Ge glanced at the little kids in the room and the beautiful dean Luo Bu'er.

Luo Bu'er's face has been smiling since she woke up. The little kids next to her bed all smiled when they woke up, but when she opened the insulated bucket containing chicken, these five or six-year-old kids were swallowing and spitting, staring at the chicken in their hands with their eyes.

Seeing this scene, Xia Ge analyzed the current situation based on Feng Wushuang's memory while eating, and at the same time he was thinking quickly in his mind. Although he had integrated Feng Wushuang's memory forty-five years later, Feng Wushuang's memory was also very vague about the things he did when he was a child. Therefore, in order to better integrate into this new environment, our protagonist could only try hard to recall the part about Feng Wushuang's memory in his mind about the orphanage.

By the way, the orphanage's economy has been in trouble. Since the death of the old dean's grandfather last year, it has been difficult for young Luo Buer to raise enough funds. Therefore, these orphans, including themselves, only eat bitter and low-priced nutritious synthetic meals every day since last year. Therefore, all of these orphans, including themselves, are not in good health, and their faces are all blue and yellow.

I fainted this time because I was not nutritious enough.

The cheap nutritious meal, in Feng Wushuang's childhood memory, is just a bitter black steamed bun and sour synthetic vegetable juice. The word nutrition is just a modifier used by black-hearted businessmen to show that every meal cannot starve people.

A bucket of stewed chicken is definitely a rare delicacy for friends who have eaten black steamed buns around them for nearly a year.

Therefore, these children were swallowing when they saw themselves eating chicken with big mouthfuls. However, they were quite sensible and knew that they were seriously ill and needed to nourish their bodies. The economy of the orphanage was very difficult now, so they could only watch them one by one.

In the eyes of our Professor Xia Gexia University, these pitiful eyes are simply the expectation of a group of little refugees, "Forget it, I am a great scientist, the hope of human beings, and age, and you can be their grandfather. I have never eaten anything from the delicacies of mountains and seas. I can't compete for a chicken with a group of dolls. I will give these little dolls a chicken, which will definitely increase the favorability of this little beautiful dean around me. It is absolutely worth it to use stewed chicken to exchange for the favorability of the beautiful girl.

When I was in a laboratory on a deserted island, in order to get female labs and to gain the favor of a newly graduated girl, my grandfather worked overtime overnight to tutor them in the laboratory for academic problems, and generously delivered his own private research results in tutoring. Any results he had developed in his spare time can be picked out and he could buy a villa. Because of this, there are some pretty labs in the laboratory of deserted island, and the tutoring class locations were gradually changed from the laboratory to their own bedroom.

To knock down a beautiful woman, we must first make the other party feel good about herself. Our Professor Xia has always been generous to the beauty."

Thinking of this, Xia Ge put the chopsticks and the insulated bucket filled with stewed chicken on the table, and tried to squeeze out a shy expression to the dean's sister beside him and said, "Sister, I'm eating------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Luo Wan'er glanced at the chicken left in the insulation bucket and was eaten only three small pieces. The three pieces of chicken were less than the size of a fist, so it was impossible to eat enough. At first glance, Feng Wushuang didn't want to eat delicious food alone and wanted to share it with her companions. Seeing this scene, Luo Bu'er's evaluation of Feng Wushuang who was lying on the hospital bed in front of her was much higher. A young brother who was only eight years old could give delicious food to his companions without even having enough food. This is definitely a rare noble quality. However, a child is a child, and he is embarrassed to lie. He has never told a lie at first glance. He is an honest good child.

But she didn't know that although the body lying on the bed in front of her was an eight-year-old child, she was a slutty old man in her sixties, and her shy expression was also deliberately pretended to be a beauty in order to gain the favor of the beauty.

"Then you have a good sleep. I'll take them to the restaurant to share chicken. Come with me. Feng Wushuang's high fever has subsided. Let's share chicken." Luo Bu'er picked up the insulation bucket and said.

"Brother Wushuang, you can take good care of your health"

"Boss, get better quickly. We will build a snowman tomorrow."

"Oh, it's great. I've eaten chicken, no frost, you'll recover soon."

When they heard that there was chicken to eat, the orphans in the house became excited. Before leaving, they said goodbye to Feng Wushuang who was lying on the bed. After saying goodbye, under Luo Bu'er's leadership, they began to leave in a noisy way.

"Brother Wushuang, this is the treasure I got during the Chinese New Year last year. I have never been willing to eat it. I will give it to you. You must get better soon." A little girl with two braids walked to the door, suddenly turned around, and quickly ran to Feng Wushuang's hospital bed. She was depressed for a moment, then slowly took out a lollipop from her pocket and gave it to Feng Wushuang's hand.

From her movements, Xia Ge saw a hint of hesitation. Obviously, the little girl regarded this lollipop that tasted sweet as a treasure.

Looking at the little girl with two braids, Xia Ge's memory was vaguely remembered that her name should be Du Jia. In Feng Wushuang's memory, more than ten years later, this name Du Jia became a senior mecha designer in the military.

In response to the blessings of a group of five or six-year-old children, and the "big gift" given by a lollipop given by a little girl named Du Jia before leaving, our Professor Xia could only face it with a wry smile. With an eight-year-old body, our Professor Xia still has to look forward to the future life. When we live again, we actually occupied the body of our enemy who killed us for more than 40 years later, and also had this memory of Feng Wushuang's growth. This is definitely a rare treasure for an old man whose body functions have begun to deteriorate in all aspects.

Looking at the deserted room, our Professor Xia University sat up. In the black hole, Xia Ge swallowed Feng Wushuang's memory and also swallowed Feng Wushuang's mental power. Xia Ge, who had the lollipop in his mouth, wanted to do a small experiment to see how much his mental power reached.

You should know that before reincarnation, I was just a weak old man, and that Feng Wushuang was a terrifying mecha-controlled master. Feng Wushuang, who had the twelfth-level mental power, could easily cause large-scale damage even if he did not climb the armor. The solidification damage of the twelfth-level mental power could easily make people close to him be pressed into blood by the air. The emperor had proved this with his own body on Violet Mountain.

Originally, he had no combat power, but now he has strong abilities. Although Xia Ge is an old man, he still urgently wants to test his newly obtained abilities. The mecha driving skills cannot be tested at this stage. Feng Wushuang's body is too small, and he can't get a military mecha in this orphanage.

In addition to the actual mecha skills, Feng Wushuang also possesses terrifying mental power. Thinking of this, Xia Ge concentrated his energy and used his energy to let a small stool beside him float slowly. Under the gaze of mental power, Xia Ge felt a trace of mental power slowly radiating out of his body, and then surrounded the small stool beside his hospital bed. Just as Xia Ge used his mental power to lift the small stool, a "bang" made the mental thread emitted from his body suddenly tightened. The originally planned to control the rise of this wooden stool, but it turned into a destruction. The small wooden stool beside him instantly turned into powder.

The moment the small bench was shattered, Xia Ge felt a sharp pain in his little head, and at the same time he began to sweat coldly. It was probably because his body was too small and too fragile, and it was not suitable for the release of mental power. You must know that Feng Wushuang's current body is not the body that is like a steel bar and iron in the future, but an eight-year-old boy who is malnourished and has just recovered from a serious illness.

Nowadays, Xia Ge is like a warhead with an atomic bomb, but the launch device is indeed an old-fashioned slingshot. The system and mental power are too different, so it is not suitable for using mental power at all.

Xia Ge, who was sitting on the hospital bed, gasping heavily. After about ten minutes, he recovered. Looking at the pile of small wood chips beside his bed, although the side effects of using mental power to force his actions were too great, he was still extremely excited. Before he reincarnated, he studied the mecha in the laboratory and divided the mental power very clearly. The mental power of ordinary earthlings is between level 1 and level 3, and he can release his mental power and hang a pound of items in the air to level 5. As before, turning a solid wood stool into wood chips is definitely above the eighth level. There are less than a hundred mental power operators above the eighth level on Earth.

Like Feng Wushuang, who was reincarnated, he was the only twelfth-level spiritual warfare god on earth.

Having a strong strength at once made Professor Xia full of confidence in his future free life. However, with the experience before turning around, our Professor Xia decided to keep a low profile and never easily expose his mecha control ability and technological level. He was too arrogant in his previous life and wrote the mecha operation program alone when he was ten years old. Therefore, when he was in his twenties, he was threatened by the supreme ruler of mankind and sent to an isolated island for experiments, losing half of his life's freedom.
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