Chapter 85
An Jing should be happy, after all, his prediction was indirectly proved correct by Lin Mosheng.
Except for the leader An Xingmin who was kept in the dark, almost everyone realized that the Blue Island Base was going downhill.
Such speculations occur based on the coincidence of many historical events, such as the failure of the light-hardened wall. Today a whale fell and hit a building, tomorrow the Land Party held a parade with banners, and the day after tomorrow someone threw poop into the lobby of the Blue Island Council.
Of course, these riots were suppressed by force and did not appear in the news reports.
It only happened to An Jing, as An Xingmin was eager to have him marry Cheng Jiacheng, a political marriage, as if this traditional method could win over the relationship between their two families.
An Jing and Cheng Jiacheng did as they were told, got their marriage certificate, took wedding photos, and then went back to their respective homes tacitly, as if nothing had happened.
There was a leak in Area A where Lawyer Bian was located. Oh no, there was a problem with the light-hardened wall. At this moment, seawater was flowing out like towering water columns.
"This is typical. When the sky falls, there is someone tall to hold it up." Chang Haojie said casually and joined the community office to join in the fun.
The workers were also pushed up on the supports in construction vehicles, holding laser filling pens to repair the light-hardened walls, and repairing the Blue Island dome bit by bit like Nüwa repairing the sky.
"Master craftsmen from a great country." Bian Lu sighed, and then, as if to make amends, he corrected his answer: "No, it's a small island craftsman."
As soon as I finished speaking, my colleague Liu Li had already put on her bag and was ready to leave. She said, "It's time to get off work. Aren't you leaving yet?"
"The problem is that the water is almost flooding our community office. Hey, Sister Li! Sister Li!" Chang Haojie looked unhappy and yelled at her, "At least stay and clean up the water before you leave. Are you going to quit tomorrow?"
Bian Lu: "Forget it, let's just do it together."
As he said that, Bian Lu went upstairs to find a broom. When he came down, he found that Chang Haojie was also gone. The entire office was empty, leaving him alone.
Maybe, newcomers in the workplace just need to do more.
Bian Lu accepted it with a hard heart and began to shovel the water honestly. Just when he had almost finished cleaning it, a pair of round-toed leather shoes appeared in front of him and he heard the familiar voice of Teacher An.
"Wow, so proactive?" He really deserves a beating.
Bian Lu used a broom to splash water onto his trouser legs, then said, "It's time to get off work, Mr. An. If you have any business inquiries, please come back tomorrow."
"Actually, I owe you something," An Jing said suddenly, his words irrelevant to the subject. "So I have a very special feeling of pity for you. Likewise, I really hope you can become my friend, or even my comrade-in-arms. We're classmates to begin with."
Bian Lu raised his head and said in an annoyed voice, "Stop trying to get close to me. What on earth do you want?"
"I..." An Jing's handsome face showed hesitation, which made Bian Lu believe it. He thought that this gay must be interested in me.
However, An Jing gave an answer that Bian Lu did not expect: "I apologize for making you skip work."
"Work?" Bian Lu chewed on the two words, and suddenly an idea came to him. He remembered the time when he was preparing for the military civilian examination, and then the opportunity was taken away by the daughter of a general.
So that’s it, so that’s it!
Bian Lu immediately slammed the broom in his hand. He paced on the spot, tossed his hair, and finally asked angrily, "Oh, what? You deliberately came to contact me just to make me feel grateful to you and then do things for you willingly?"
"No, I really feel sorry for you." An Jing said, "Are you short of money? I can help you with the project. After all, I have a doctorate, so I won't let you down when it comes to applying for funding."
“…”No, what’s wrong with this guy’s brain?
Bian Lu frowned, looking into An Jing's amber eyes, and the strange feeling in his heart rose again: He likes me, right? Most likely. Otherwise, why would he feel guilty after cheating me? For a Tianlong person like them to show mercy, there must be other motives.
Ah, I really can’t understand it.
Bian Lu looked up and sighed, wanting to look at himself in the mirror. He wondered what was going on these days. How come all the handsome men and beautiful women were gay? Oh, this is so weird.
"Really?" Bian Lu glanced at An Jing, but his heart was filled with hidden emotions. He replied, "That's not necessary. I'm short of money, but I know how to earn it. Besides, I'm not unemployed. It's not that serious, not that serious."
"You..." An Jing felt like he'd misunderstood something, but couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he replied, "How about this? Write a resume and send me your ID number. I have a lot of research projects on hand, and I can use your name on some of the more basic ones. It's like taking advantage of government research funding."
Bian Lu laughed dryly: "I've opened my eyes. Is this how you intellectuals make money?"
An Jing: "This is a loophole in the rules. In reality, there are very few scientists who can truly change humanity, or even the world. The rest are just shoddy publications. What's the big deal? At least the views expressed in my articles don't undermine unity. So what?"
“…” Bian Lu gave him a thumbs up.
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After this incident, Bian Lu discovered that he and An Jing had become closer. Of course, he was also secretly observing this person to speculate whether he had any unusual feelings for him.
Teacher Ke An behaved too normally.
That day, he also took the initiative to invite Bian Lu to his studio to look at Teacher An and the team he hired. The name of the game had already been decided: Undersea Art.
"Why do you think the entry point is games?" Bian Lu made small talk and looked at An Jing who was guiding the modeling. He was dressed in fancy clothes, with a chic posture, and exuded a gay vibe from head to toe.
An Jing, still wearing glasses with drooping chains, flipped through the materials and replied, "Young people these days love playing games. If we use them as a vehicle for communication, I believe their effectiveness will be even greater than attending lectures in a classroom."
"An Jing." Bian Lu called him, but stopped talking.
He seemed to think that there were too many people here, so he turned away and said, "Come here, I want to talk to you alone."
An Jing frowned, but did as he was told. Then the two of them came to a small terrace. Bian Lu took a deep breath and asked, "I need to confirm. Was it your father's idea that you create a game with such obvious political intentions?"
"So you're still doubting me even though you've come this far?" An Jing was a little angry, and her amber eyes, in Bian Lu's eyes, seemed to add a bit of charm for some reason.
An Jing rubbed his temples and replied, "So what if it wasn't my father's idea? I'm an adult now, and I have the right to choose my own future. Why should I always live as An Xingmin's son?"
"I..." Bian Lu was a little taller than him. At this distance, An Jing's nose just touched his lips. He subconsciously felt uncomfortable, so he shrank his neck and replied, "I'm just worried about you."
"Huh?" An Jing seemed to have belatedly realized that Bian Lu was being sensitive about something. He looked away and changed the subject, saying, "I used to be quite open about my private life, but I can't anymore."
"What, why are we suddenly talking about this?" Bian Lu said awkwardly.
"Nothing, I have my own plans." An Jing pushed his glasses, turned around and left, leaving Bian Lu with a back that left no room for imagination.
Bian Lu seemed lost. He suddenly said, "If you need any help, just give me a call."
An Jing turned his face away and nodded. In a corner unknown to Bian Lu, he put his right hand in his pocket and clenched it tightly, causing sweat to form.
An Jing has a good impression of Bian Lu, so of course he can still spend money.
But the problem is that An Jing is not so bad. He has contracted a fluorescent disease that can be transmitted through sexual intercourse. If possible, he really hopes to always maintain this distance from Bian Lu.
A level higher than friendship but lower than love.
An Jing left, leaving Bian Lu alone. He slammed the armrest, almost as if complaining, but more like he was despising his own heart, which had been twisted by his downfall. How could he, how could he, have the idea of condescending to talk to An Jing, thinking he was a double?
Isn’t this also a kind of alienation of power?
Here, Bian Lu watched An Jing and his team tinkering for several hours until they completed a CG short film and then called it a day.
On the way back to Area A, An Jing said he would give Bian Lu a ride, so Bian Lu saw the wedding photo hanging on his car. He didn't recognize the girl, but she looked very bright.
"You're already married?" Bian Lu felt even more embarrassed.
Without even turning around, An Jing replied, "Yes. She's my childhood sweetheart. Our two families have known each other since we were young, so it's considered a child marriage."
"Oh... then I heard them talking about you before." Bian Lu hesitated to speak, subconsciously restrained, and looked at An Jing's expression.
"Why, double doors?" An Jing gave him a crooked smile and replied, "Everyone has been young once, so let's just call it a show. But I still have to get married, and I've made up my mind."
Bian Lu hummed a nod and fell silent. It was strange, but silence made things seem even more ambiguous. They both felt awkward in this quiet, wordless atmosphere, their heartbeats even more intense.
"We're almost there. Do you want to get off?" An Jing drove through the intersection. He remembered that Bian Lu mentioned that his home was in the Green Leaf Community.
"I'm surprised you still remember it." Bian Lu nodded and unbuckled his seat belt a second before the car pulled over. Just when he thought that today's incident was over.
"Bian Lu." An Jing seemed about to expose something. He said, "Are you really not going to blame me for skipping your work?"
"It's done. What's there for me to complain about?" Bian Lu smiled with relief, got out of the car and left quickly, leaving behind a sentence: "Besides, I already got your apology, didn't I?"
The car door closed, leaving An Jing alone with an expression that looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't.
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