Chapter 78: The Little Doomsday Writer (Yuhui) 25 Command Close...
This time, Song Qingqing really felt like she had kicked a piece of cold, hard iron. Zhou Zhanyun made her feel a little crazy inside and she couldn't control herself. She had never encountered such a task object before.
After being picked up and thrown onto the bed and then wrapped tightly in a quilt by Zhou Zhanyun, her head was dizzy.
No, why is Zhou Zhanyun like this?
If they say they want to conduct physiological experiments, they will conduct experiments directly; if they say they want to kiss, they will kiss; if they say they want to teach, they will teach; if they say they want to educate, they will educate; even if they say they want to sleep, they will just cover themselves with a quilt and sleep.
Song Qingqing was almost pissed off by Zhou Zhanyun's flawless behavior. She bit the quilt silently for a while, still feeling a little unwilling to give in.
She turned her head, quietly opened her eyes and looked at Zhou Zhanyun who was lying beside her. He had his eyes closed as if he was asleep.
The young man has a cool and handsome face and a straight nose. He looks completely different when he is asleep than when he is during the day. He looks completely non-aggressive and non-vigilant when he is sleeping.
"Brother?" Song Qingqing called him.
Seeing that Zhou Zhanyun had no reaction, Song Qingqing stretched her hand out from the quilt, and then struggled to crawl out of the quilt like a silkworm. Zhou Zhanyun didn't know how she was wrapped up, and she couldn't find the edge of the quilt at all, so she could only crawl out in such a strange posture.
After finally breaking free, Song Qingqing carefully lifted a corner of the quilt covering Zhou Zhanyun, then rolled in and stuck close to him.
Song Qingqing couldn't sleep next to Zhou Zhanyun at all. She rolled around, blinked her eyes, and then rolled up again, leaning over to look at him.
"Brother, are you really asleep?"
The sleep light in the room was dim, so Song Qingqing couldn't see the blue veins on Zhou Zhanyun's forehead that were bulging and trying to hold back.
Just when Song Qingqing was trying to climb down from Zhou Zhanyun in frustration, Zhou Zhanyun suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand and pressed her directly into his arms. His brows were furrowed, and his facial features looked sharp and cold.
"What are you doing here? Believe it or not, I'll wake you up at five in the morning and take you to the research institute."
Song Qingqing took in Zhou Zhanyun's expression and struggled, but his arms were too tight and she couldn't escape, so she could only soften her voice and lean against him harmlessly with her soft body. "Brother, I can't sleep. Can you talk to me?"
While saying these coquettish words, Song Qingqing also kissed the tip of his slightly cool nose and rubbed him affectionately.
Zhou Zhanyun, who was kissed, looked indifferent and asked, "Want to continue the class?"
Song Qingqing was stunned, then shook her head frantically.
Are you kidding? Zhou Zhanyun has been holding her captive tonight and teaching her the basic principles of experiments. If Zhou Zhanyun didn't go crazy, she would have lost her mind first.
Song Qingqing quietly shut up and lay down, pretending to be asleep, and resolutely kept the message read but not replied.
But Zhou Zhanyun, who had lost his sleepiness, was not likely to let her go so easily. He reached out and pinched her face with his slender fingers. His voice, which was unintentionally lowered, was cold and hoarse, and it was so cold and sexy in the middle of the night, like an ice pendant teasing one's eardrum.
"Do you really want me to kiss you?" Zhou Zhanyun pinched the girl's cheek, inserted his thumb and index finger between her lips, and pinched her slender and soft tongue. "You little liar, you are so good at lying."
Song Qingqing whimpered, and the water that she couldn't swallow stained Zhou Zhanyun's fingertips. She was a little afraid that Zhou Zhanyun, who had obsessive-compulsive disorder, would strangle her to death, so she couldn't help but struggle and whimper.
Zhou Zhanyun pulled out his fingers and indifferently wiped the water stains on her lips. The girl's originally crimson lips suddenly looked like they were covered with a layer of crystal clear glaze, which looked very touching. He raised his angular and cold jaw and said lightly: "How did Ye Si kiss you? Teach me?"
Song Qingqing whispered, "How would I remember?"
"Um?"
Song Qingqing simply went all out, holding Zhou Zhanyun's face and kissing his thin lips. Then she hooked her tongue around his for a while, pulled away with difficulty, and said with her eyes closed, "That's it."
In the darkness, Zhou Zhanyun chuckled softly, a sardonic laugh. He stood up slightly and held down Song Qingqing, who had sensed danger and was about to slip away. "Don't you need to inspect the teaching results after teaching?"
The delicate and cold kiss rolled between the lips and tongue, and then spread upwards. Zhou Zhanyun held the girl's white earlobe with a cold face, and gently stroked it with his teeth. The slender fingertips disappeared between the hem of his own shirt. The fingertips had a thin layer of calluses from years of pinching test tubes, but this time he was not pinching test tubes, but patiently crushing the unripe pink berry samples according to the rules. When the sweet and dense fruit pulp was all over his hands, he licked it off with an indifferent expression, and did not forget to teach her the principles of biology.
"The physiological instructions of the nerves in the brain are completed, which can produce dopamine and serotonin, which have a sleep-inducing effect, and reduce stress hormone levels, thereby shutting down fear and anxiety in the brain area and improving sleep quality. Can you sleep now?"
Song Qingqing's breathing was rapid and even her eyelashes were wet with tears. She had no energy to retort to Zhou Zhanyun. She lay down obediently and quietly, burying her face in his arms. Her nose was filled with his slightly cool fragrance and the faint smell of disinfectant. She felt like a dried fish that was washed up on the beach and dehydrated by the scorching sun, but she couldn't escape from Zhou Zhanyun's palm. Her eyes went white and black, and she fell asleep in a short while.
When she woke up again, it was half past six in the morning. Song Qingqing got up from the bed in a daze and saw the time on her watch. Her mind was still a little confused. She had never woken up naturally so early before. She turned her head and saw Zhou Zhanyun still sleeping.
When he slept, all his coldness and aggression faded away, and he looked like some kind of harmless large animal.
If Zhou Zhanyun is still sleeping, then I should be able to continue sleeping, right?
With her mind in a mess, Song Qingqing fell down again, snuggled into Zhou Zhanyun's arms and fell asleep again.
When I woke up again, it was already half past eight in the morning.
Song Qingqing woke up, glanced at the time, then glanced at Zhou Zhanyun who was still sleeping, then slowly opened her eyes. If she remembered correctly, didn't Zhou Zhanyun tell her last night that he would be at the institute at 8 o'clock? It was already 8:30!
Song Qingqing hurriedly pushed Zhou Zhanyun, trying to wake him up.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Zhanyun just opened his silver-gray eyes, glanced at Song Qingqing blankly, then dragged her back and hugged her in his arms, burying his face in her warm neck, frowning slightly, "Don't make noise."
The slightly cool tip of the nose brushed against the side of her neck, and Song Qingqing froze, not daring to move.
Zhou Zhanyun is such a grown-up, is he still grumpy when he wakes up?
To prevent Zhou Zhanyun from settling the score with her after waking up, Song Qingqing bit her lip and whispered, "Brother, you went back to sleep on your own. I called you."
"Yeah." Zhou Zhanyun responded casually to show that he heard it. Only then did Song Qingqing feel relieved and fell asleep.
So, at ten o'clock in the morning, everyone in the central research institute saw Professor Zhou with a murderous look on his face walking into his personal laboratory with an expressionless face. They had never seen Professor Zhou with such a terrifying expression. He was scary enough at ordinary times, but today, everyone was like seeing an evil spirit. They wanted to walk around him, with their heads lowered like quails, and walked forward with their heads down, not daring to meet his eyes.
However, there were still some curious members of the research team who looked at Song Qingqing, who was following Zhou Zhanyun with a smile on her face.
Is that their new junior sister who joined the group?
The reason he laughed so happily must be that he was mesmerized by Professor Zhou's face and his countless experimental results. Once he saw Professor Zhou's true face, he would probably never be able to laugh again.
Everyone holding the data folders looked up at the pale lights in the laboratory, as if they were seeing their former selves.
Oh, it’s great to be young.
Song Qingqing followed Zhou Zhanyun to his personal laboratory, smiling so happily, but she still didn't dare let Zhou Zhanyun see her smiling so brightly.
When Zhou Zhanyun woke up in the morning, his face was like an atomic bomb covered by dark clouds, but because he had already told him in the morning, Zhou Zhanyun didn't want to catch him and scold him.
Zhou Zhanyun's face didn't look good, but his hands were still performing the operations in an orderly manner.
When his eyes fell on his hands, he was slightly stunned. The image of his fingertips covered with silver water flashed through his mind, as well as the faint and soft sobbing sound in his ears.
Zhou Zhanyun frowned instantly when he realized what he was thinking about. He had never been distracted during the experiment. He caught a glimpse of the figure lying on the table eating candy, and the indescribable emotion became even more out of control.
Zhou Zhanyun's expression instantly turned cold. "Give me sample number 1."
When Song Qingqing was called, she jumped up immediately, ran over, took it and handed it to Zhou Zhanyun.
For the whole morning, Song Qingqing was beaten by Zhou Zhanyun like a spinning top that never stopped.
By noon, Song Qingqing's face had become so gloomy that she looked like she had no desire to live. Fortunately, Zhou Zhanyun was merciful and let her go to eat. He was still observing the changes in data in the laboratory.
She was eating seriously in the cafeteria when suddenly a senior from the group sat down opposite her with a mysterious look on his face.
Song Qingqing raised her head, a little confused. She was sure that this person had never appeared in her memory, but he seemed to know her?
"Student Song, I heard that you were a student in Professor Ye's group before?"
No, not at all. Song Qingqing has never been in Ye Si's laboratory.
But Song Qingqing guessed that this title was probably given by Zhou Zhanyun in order to allow himself to enter the central research institute with legitimacy, so she agreed calmly.
Upon hearing the exact news, the man's eyes lit up, he moved closer, and lowered his voice.
"I heard that the atmosphere in Professor Ye's institute is much more relaxed and free. Is this true? If so, I plan to contact him and see if I can get into his institute."
The pressure of being in the central research institute is really too great. Every day I have to be terrified to prevent myself from being singled out by Professor Zhou for a scolding.
Song Qingqing nodded. "That's certainly the atmosphere in the group. Professor Ye is a very nice person and has a good reputation. He's very gentle and humorous, and all the students in the group like him..."
Her words stopped abruptly because she saw Zhou Zhanyun looking at her quietly not far away. It seemed that he had not had time to change his lab coat. There was a not-so-obvious drop of blood on it, which had already dried up.
The scene suddenly looked even more terrifying.
His hand trembled and the carrot cubes on the fork fell onto the plate.
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