Chapter 796 Vincent's Little Secret

Passing by the huge alchemical boiler is a room with two doors facing each other.

On the left is Vincent's room, and on the right is the utility room where Sam used to sleep.

Hermione carried Gugu in her arms and followed him into his room.

It is very different from what I imagined just now. Not only is there no factory-like atmosphere here, there are not even many alchemical equipment.

The wallpaper was a very plain white with a few yellowed celebrity posters pasted on it.

The desk and wardrobe are very common styles. The layout of the whole room is very simple, and everything is arranged neatly. It is so clean that it doesn’t look like a boy’s room at all.

Vincent opened the closet and picked out a set of clothes at random. "Take a look first. I'll be back soon."

As soon as he walked out of the room, Gugu in Hermione's arms raised its little wings and pointed at the desk drawer.

She tiptoed to the desk and opened the drawer, which was filled with all kinds of snacks.

Gugu jumped into the drawer happily and started to choose.

Hermione didn't help keep watch, but just looked at the Eiffel Tower night light on the desk with nostalgia.

This was the birthday gift she made for Vincent last year. It took her nearly half a month to make this somewhat presentable thing.

Her eyes left the night light and moved to the notebook on the other side of the desk.

There are a lot of alchemical prop design drafts that are completely incomprehensible, but fortunately there are quite a few English words below.

Second-generation mobile communication protocol, SMD digital signal processor, external baseband, image processing unit, high-resolution photosensitive element...

Hermione closed her notebook blankly.

She could understand the text, but when combined with the design draft, she couldn't understand it at all.

She bit her lower lip and opened her notebook again.

RF chip? Mobile network module? Image sensor? Light sensor? Proximity sensor? Gyroscope?

No, my head is dizzy.

She couldn't understand it, but she didn't feel discouraged because she knew these must be advanced components that were far ahead of their time, and their designers were her boyfriend.

However, there is still a little disappointment.

Hermione put the notebook back where it was and bent down to pick up the goo from the drawer.

"That's about it. Have you stuffed a little bit of it into the claw ring?"

Gugu shook his round little head.

"Don't be so petty, how about I bring you some more in a few days?"

It opened its eyes wide and nodded its little head.

Hermione closed the drawer gently and carried Gugu to the bed.

She reached out and removed a few brown feathers from the pillow, holding them in front of Gugu's eyes and shaking them.

"You don't sleep here every day, do you?"

"Cuckoo."

"Then he won't crush you when he sleeps?"

"Cuckoo..."

"You mean it's safe to sleep next to him?"

"Cuckoo."

"He won't move?"

"Cuckoo."

The corners of Hermione's mouth rose slightly, and she sat on the bed holding Gugu in one hand and a few of its feathers in the other.

Very soft and comfortable, it really improves sleep quality.

But it mainly depends on the person. For example, she is not a very good sleeper and always kicks off the quilt in winter.

"Gugu!" Gugu in her arms stretched out his little wings and pointed under the bed.

"You mean there's a lot of stuff hidden underneath?"

"Cuckoo!"

Hermione's curiosity was aroused and she looked towards the door of the room with caution.

She put Gugu on the bed, then stood up with a nervous mood.

As if she felt something was not right, she sat back on the bed.

"Cuckoo?"

"That's not good. He has hidden all his things down there. They must be secrets that he doesn't want anyone to find out."

"Coo!" Coo stretched out his little wings and flapped his round chest.

"Uh...are you making sure he won't get mad?"

"Cuckoo."

"How did you know I wanted to get to know him better?"

Gugu shook his little head in an air of being condescending.

"Uh...are you trying to say that you are very experienced?"

"Cuckoo."

Hermione rubbed its little head gently.

Her curiosity was indeed piqued again.

Since Gugu has given his assurance and they are now a couple, it shouldn't be a problem to just take a quick look.

She knelt on the floor carefully and stretched out her little hand to grope under the bed.

Soon she took out a gunmetal-colored briefcase.

"what is this?"

Gugu gestured with his little wings.

"It can transform?"

"Cuckoo!"

Hermione brought the briefcase to her and examined it carefully.

Its surface is very flat, and apart from the magic rune in the middle that symbolizes Vincent, there are no other words or mechanisms.

"Cuckoo."

"You mean I can open it?"

"Cuckoo."

She gently opened the briefcase and saw a dense mass of small rockets inside.

"This……"

"Cuckoo?"

"This...well, I really shouldn't have opened it."

Hermione closed the briefcase gently and put it carefully back under the bed.

Gugu tilted his head and opened his round eyes wide.

"Forget it, there should be some very important things underneath."

Perhaps to repay her for the snack, Gugu flapped his little wings and crawled under the bed.

After a while, it came out with a few dusty magazines in its mouth.

Hermione gently dusted it off before looking at the magazines.

Just one glance and she blushed and closed her eyes.

Even though there was dust in between, the image of the sexy bikini girl on the cover seemed to be branded in her mind and no matter how hard she shook her head she couldn't get rid of it.

As for boys, it’s understandable that they like these things.

Her roommates often discussed which boy had a better figure, and their comments on Vincent...

He has a perfect sculpted body with smooth and powerful muscle lines. He exudes majestic beauty all over his body and has that intoxicating unique masculine charm.

Hermione's heart was pounding and she stretched out her little hands to gently fan her hot face.

"Gugu?" Gugu tilted his head with a puzzled look on his face.

It probably didn't understand what she was shy about. After all, owls are covered with feathers, and it doesn't matter how much clothes a biped wears, it doesn't matter how much.

Gugu turned around and crawled under the bed again.

This time it dragged out a big one and was so tired that it sat down on the ground with its butt.

Hermione, feeling much better, looked at the pillow in front of her puzzledly.

This should be what Vincent used when he was a child, but this size is too big.

It’s more than one meter long, but why does it look so new?

Hermione picked it up, and when she turned it over she screamed and threw it away subconsciously.

“This…this…” She stammered and looked at Gugu.

"Cuckoo?"

Hermione suddenly became excited, "Do you know what he usually uses this thing for?"

"Cuckoo."

"Huh? You don't know?"

She looked at the life-size pillow that was thrown onto the windowsill and seemed about to fall off.