I’m Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl

"Hey, the human body is really too fragile. Do you want to transform it into a machine prosthesis?"

Dr. Yu took a medical kit and checked the squad leader's injury roughly in the coffee shop. After coming to the conclusion of a slight fracture, he immediately began to sell his human transformation plan to the squad leader.

The squad leader who was laid flat on the long sofa by us made a very helpless expression.

"Dr. Yu, can you stop joking, I am going to be a criminal police officer in the future, how can a robotic prosthetic be up to the job?"

"What, you actually look down on my biochemical prosthesis, my research direction is to create a half-human, half-mechanical superman, how could it make you unable to do the simple work of a criminal police officer?"

Dr. Yu fixed the squad leader's right arm while expressing his dissatisfaction. He is a bold and skilled man, but in Lin Yumeng's opinion, this doctor seems to be quite unreliable.

"Half human, half mechanical." Xiong Yaoyue fell into deep thought beside her, "Is it like the mechanical armor in "Fullmetal Alchemist"? It seems quite powerful. If it is so powerful, I want to wear one..."

"Squad leader, is it still hurting?" Gong Caicai leaned in front of the sofa worriedly, looking at the squad leader receiving medical treatment with tears in her eyes, "It's all my fault for shouting, otherwise the squad leader wouldn't be hurt..."

The squad leader's right arm was fixed by a special plastic splint and hung around his neck with a bandage. It looked exactly like a wounded person often seen in TV dramas, but the squad leader was able to bear the pain and squeezed out a little smile.

"I feel much better than before. Caicai, you don't have to blame yourself too much. This has nothing to do with you. It's all an accident."

"It wasn't an accident, it was because I was drunk." Xiaoqin walked over with her head down, and pulled off the rubber band that tied her braids, so her short hair returned to the appearance of a girl.

Frowning, he admitted his mistake to the monitor very seriously.

"Squad leader, it's all my fault. If I hadn't kicked the table away, there wouldn't be a chain reaction in the future. Please scold me."

While talking, he looked at Lin Yumeng who was the closest to the monitor, as if waiting for the monitor's mother to scold him.

Just as Lin Yumeng was about to speak, the squad leader blocked her mother's words.

"Mom, don't blame my classmates. Xiaoqin is not like this usually. Today she is completely drunk. Dr. Yu also said just now that my fracture is not serious, and I can recover after a period of rest."

Lin Yumeng looked at her daughter, suppressed her anger, and turned to Xiaoqin and asked, "I won't pursue you for the fracture, but you have to tell me, do you like my daughter too? Also trick my daughter into walking the lily path."

"No, no." Xiaoqin was flustered by the question, and stammered, "I don't like the monitor at all, but I hate it... No, I can't say I hate it all the time. The monitor also has some advantages. I like it a little... But it's definitely not that kind of liking, that, Aunt Lin, do you understand?"

"What do I understand now?" Lin Yumeng's facial features were all wrinkled together, "I just know that the classmates around my daughter are all abnormal, and I definitely want to take Sasha to Shanghai."

At this time, Dr. Yu closed the medicine box and stood up, patting the white coat he was wearing.

"Although Shusha's fracture is not serious, I advise you to let her rest for a while. It's best not to run around. Even if you want to take her to Shanghai, you have to wait until the fracture recovers."

"That's right." The squad leader didn't want to go to Shanghai at first, so he took the opportunity to say to his mother, "The so-called 'one hundred days of injury', I don't plan to leave Dongshan City within three months, but I will become a criminal police officer in the future." People, if there are sequelae, it will be too late to regret.”

Xiaoqin suggested from the side: "Squad leader, why don't I bring Dr. Zhao from the Zhao's Orthopedic Institute to help you? If there is any problem with broken bones and tendons, I will look to them."

"That's true." I added, "When my arm was broken by someone in junior high school, Dr. Zhao saw it for me. It has recovered quite well so far, as if it had never been injured."

As I spoke, I shook my right arm, indicating that all functions were not affected.

"Zhao's Orthopedic Institute." Dr. Yu also nodded, "They are quite famous in Dongshan City, and they specialize in surgery. I am not a professional orthopedic doctor. Shusha, it would be safer for them to have a look."

"Leave it to me." Xiaoqin promised, "I will invite Dr. Zhao to come over for the monitor's diagnosis and treatment. Based on the friendship between our two families, no matter how busy he is, I will invite him out."

"In that case, thank you in advance." The squad leader lay flat on the sofa and gave Xiaoqin a relieved smile, "The right arm is very important to me, and I will rely on this hand to hold the gun in the future."

Xiaoqin, who was thanked by the monitor, felt very embarrassed. She blushed and clutched her fingers awkwardly.

"It's all... It's all my fault. What are you still thanking me for, monitor? Anyway, I will definitely restore the monitor's arm to its original state. If it doesn't work, I'll cut off my arm and give it to you."

"I don't need your arms." Zhuang Ni said jealously, "Your height is so different from the monitor, and your arms are naturally short. The monitor has obsessive-compulsive disorder and will never allow his arms to grow and shorten. If necessary If so, I will give up my arm to the monitor, after all, this is a deeper physical union, isn't it?"

Lin Yumeng originally had a lot of grievances towards Xiaoqin and Zhuang Ni, but now she heard that they said that they would cut off their arms to give to their daughters, and their emotions eased a little.

"Both of you have to learn from Yang Guo's broken arm." Dr. Yu was overjoyed, and turned around to ask Xiaoqin and Zhuang Ni, "Are you interested in installing the mechanical prosthesis I made? The precision and output horsepower are guaranteed. It’s fine to use the black iron sword technique for the piano.”

Xiaoqin pouted, "Since Zhuang Ni said that my arms are short, then only she needs to have them broken. Dr. Yu, you can install them by yourself."

Zhuang Ni snorted, "If the mechanical prosthesis can launch anti-tank missiles that track male testicles, I might consider installing one."

Hey, if you want to destroy the testicles, you don't need anti-tank missiles at all, let alone the testicles, even the owner of the testicles will not stay.

"Wow woof woof woof."

A series of dog barks with an American accent rang out. If I heard correctly, the dog should be Obama.

"I heard that Katyusha broke a bone, ha, she is crying in pain, Miss Ben must not be missed."

After Xiaoqin, Amy also came in from the back door of the coffee shop. She led the increasingly plump Obama, her twin ponytails were a little scattered by the strong wind outside, but instead she showed a slightly wild beauty.

Amy, who was gloating, curled her lips in disappointment as soon as she saw the monitor with a calm expression on the sofa.

"What, it's shameless to have such a serious face with a broken bone. I think Katyusha is probably frigid..."

Before the word "frigidity" came out of my mouth, I hurried to Amy's side and covered her mouth, so as not to make Lin Yumeng angry again.

"Waffles, waffles,."

To my surprise, the person following Amy was not only Pentheus, but also a French chef in an apron and a tall white hat. He also learned a few words of Chinese after staying in China for several years , but the accent is not very authentic.

The greasy-faced French chef is usually a very kind and amiable uncle, but at this moment his expression is very terrifying, and the unsheathed Japanese knife he is holding is also quite terrifying.

I remember that this knife was a gift from a French chef who learned fugu cuisine from a Japanese chef in the early years. Unfortunately, when the French chef used it last time, he was suspicious of others saying that his dishes were not delicious, so he wanted to use this knife Japanese knife cut belly.

"Ms. Lin doesn't eat the big breakfast I made, but comes here... here to eat microwave-heated waffles."

There are many half-eaten waffles on Lin Yumeng's table. For Lin Yumeng, it is just the necessary calories to fill his stomach, but for the French chef, it is a matter of dignity, life and death.

"My culinary skills have been insulted, I am dead, long live the emperor."

The French chef is not a Japanese militarist, but he yelled this when he saw the Japanese doing seppuku in many film and television works. Prepare the Japanese sword to kill yourself.

Lin Yumeng has never seen such a battle, and she can't understand why if she doesn't eat the breakfast made by the French chef, the French chef must die.

"It's shameful." Amy commented, "Such a long Japanese knife can't do seppuku. The Japanese have special short knives for seppuku. My chef is so unprofessional. If I had known, I wouldn't have let my mother You are hired."

"Ahhh, I'm going to spill my blood on the waffles and I'm going to curse all the waffles in the world."

The French chef was emotional, and tearfully held up the Japanese knife and pointed it at his belly. Lin Yumeng was terrified, and quickly reached out to stop him:

"Wait a minute, is it really just because I didn't eat the breakfast you made? I don't need to die. I really just have other urgent matters..."

"Emperor Waffles."

The French chef couldn't hear what Lin Yumeng was saying, and he was about to kill himself by shouting slogans. Fortunately, Pentheus grabbed his wrist from behind and snatched the knife cleanly.

"Pierre, calm down. You have attempted suicide 12 times this year, once a month on average. Let's save the 13th time for next year."

"Crack." To be on the safe side, Pentheus inserted the Japanese knife into the floor three inches on the spot. The blade of the knife reflected the French chef's innocent silhouette, and it trembled for a long time before it stopped.

"Aw, woof woof woof."

The Japanese knife penetrated three inches into the ground, and for some reason it frightened Obama (maybe it has something to do with Amy saying that he would kill Obama and eat meat), it suddenly broke free from Amy's shackles, and rushed forward without looking back past.

Lin Yumeng was still in shock. She had just witnessed a French chef almost committing suicide, and now she saw a frightened husky rushing towards her. She couldn't dodge in a panic and stepped on Obama's tail.

"Awwhhhhh."

Obama was in pain, and reflexively opened his mouth wide, revealing a mouth full of fangs.

"Pfft", someone was bitten.