Ling Yue, living in the interstellar era, was caught in an explosion caused by a neighboring scientific madman and was transported to the Blue Star in the 1960s, a time of devastation, internal str...
"My uncle's family lives here, so sometimes when I don't come back, I just stay at his house."
No one knew how the research institute became Ling Yue's uncle's.
If someone from the research institute were standing here, they would have to let Ling Yue call him uncle, otherwise they would be blamed for changing the name of the laboratory.
After waiting for half an hour, the dishes arrived one after another. Zhang Keke picked up the cup of chrysanthemum tea and held it high. "Let's not talk about this anymore. Come on, I wish us all the best and pass every exam."
Ling Yue smiled and raised her glass: "Then I wish you a safe journey home and all the best."
After eating and drinking, Ling Yue was just about to go back to school with them, but unexpectedly she met Xiao Song who was driving a Hongqi car at the door.
"Comrade Lingyue," Xiao Song got out of the car and walked straight towards Lingyue, then looked at the person next to Lingyue.
"Lingyue, looking for you?" Zhang Keke's playful look made Lingyue unable to ignore it even if she wanted to.
Ling Yue tapped Zhang Keke's forehead and said, "This is my uncle's colleague."
"Xiao Song, do you have something to talk to me about?"
Xiao Song heard this and said, "Yes, the dean wants to see you. It's urgent."
Ling Yue smiled and said, "You guys go back first. I'll go back later if I can. If I can't, don't leave the door open. I have the key."
Several people had no objection and nodded in understanding: "Okay, then you should be careful."
After saying hello, Ling Yue got into the car.
Seeing this, Wang Yan murmured, "They say they are colleagues, but it's not clear whether it is true or not."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Keke retorted, "A gentleman does not avoid the good in others, nor does he conceal the bad in others. Humph, I think you've learned nothing from university."
"That's how it is. She doesn't come home every night. Who knows what she does outside?"
"You," Zhang Keke said, her chest shaking with anger. "Humph, only those with dirty thoughts can see everything as dirty."
When the others saw this, they quickly separated the two and sent them back in two groups before they gave up.
Ling Yue didn't know that these two people almost fought because of her.
When I met Qian Zilin, there was a young man next to him who looked to be in his twenties. He had an angular face and authentic yellow skin. He was wearing a black Zhongshan suit and had a tall and straight figure.
Ling Yue was only surprised for a moment, then the corners of her lips curled up slightly: "Uncle Qian, you're looking for me?"