Chapter 83: The Little Writer of the End of the World (Yuhui) 30 Ye Si Returns...
Logically speaking, judging by Zhou Zhanyun's current condition...
Doesn't this mean her mission was successful?
Could it be that Zhou Zhanyun hasn't been completely conquered yet? If that's the case, Zhou Zhanyun is simply too difficult to deal with...
However, she remembered that one night Zhou Zhanyun seemed to be called to a general meeting of all the research institutes in the central base. It was said that they were going to discuss the evolution of the virus since the end of the world and the development of related vaccines. When Zhou Zhanyun came back, his face was extremely ugly, and the murderous aura was clearly hanging on his face. No one knew what he went through in the meeting. After he came back, he stayed in the laboratory and no one knew what he was doing.
If nothing unexpected happens, it will probably be those old researchers who rely on their experience and qualifications who stab him?
Given Zhou Zhanyun's cold and arrogant personality, it's no surprise that he offended the old guys in the research institute.
Bored Song Qingqing shook the experimental drug in the test tube in her hand. While thinking about something, she couldn't help but look up at Zhou Zhanyun who was recording experimental data not far away.
Zhou Zhanyun, whose five senses were very sharp, immediately noticed the gazes falling on him. The recording action in his hand paused slightly and then stopped.
Zhou Zhanyun looked up, his calm silver-grey eyes gazing at Song Qingqing quietly, "What are you looking at?"
His gaze was so direct and unconcealed, as if he could see through people's thoughts.
Song Qingqing was stunned at first, then shook her head and smiled at him with a smile on her face: "Nothing, brother."
"It's just..." Song Qingqing put down the test tube in her hand and walked over to Zhou Zhanyun. She leaned closer to him across the laboratory table and asked him with blinking eyes, "Brother, you've been experimenting on me for so long. Do you feel like you like me?"
"What experiment?" Zhou Zhanyun frowned, not understanding what Song Qingqing meant by the experiment.
Song Qingqing was choked by his subconscious question, her ears instantly reddened, and she lowered her head and whispered, "Exactly, didn't you ask me before whether I liked it physically or psychologically?"
"Well, are you curious about the results of this experiment? So, what do you think of me?" Zhou Zhanyun's originally cold expression became even colder because of Song Qingqing's question. He lowered his eyes and calmly looked at the things left by Song's father for a long time, and then calmly destroyed all the records about Subject Zero in the lower right corner of the experimental data panel. The interface was zoomed in very small, and you couldn't see it at all if you didn't look closely.
The name on the data panel of Subject Zero was deliberately written as Zhou Zhanyun. Judging from the body's physical data, these records were clearly of the girl who was looking at him eagerly. He had hugged her so many times and kissed every inch of her from inside to outside. Naturally, no one would know this better than him.
While destroying the experimental records in an orderly manner, Zhou Zhanyun still threw the question back to Song Qingqing with ease.
Zhou Zhanyun even closed the experimental data panel without hesitation in front of Song Qingqing. He then reached out and carried her to him, placing her on the cold metal table. His usually chilling voice suddenly softened. He lowered his head and gently placed his hand against the girl's fair forehead, his eyes fixed on her as he asked slowly, "Qingqing, why don't you tell me about your experimental conclusions first?"
He leaned close to the girl's ear and whispered, "After all, your brother has taught you so carefully during this period of time."
It has to be said that Zhou Zhanyun's face, which was completely different from his usual cold face that seemed to keep people at a distance, coupled with his grainy and cold voice, actually gave off an icy desire in this spotless experimental environment, which was particularly seductive.
Song Qingqing swallowed nervously and couldn't help but press the edge of the laboratory table with her hands. She silently reminded herself not to avoid Zhou Zhanyun's gaze.
She recalled her daily interactions with Zhou Zhanyun during this period, and silently told herself that she liked Zhou Zhanyun very much... Although he always ignored the biological clock schedule she had mentioned before at night, he had never been mean to her.
So Song Qingqing raised her head and looked at Zhou Zhanyun with a serious and affirmative expression.
"Brother, I told you the answer a long time ago."
After hearing this, Zhou Zhanyun's face showed little emotion, and even his silver-gray eyes did not show any ripples. His eyes clearly reflected Song Qingqing's thick and beautiful eyelashes, which could not help but tremble slightly even though she was trying hard to hold back.
Heartless little liar, did he really think he couldn't see that she seemed to be waiting for something? He actually considered injecting her with truth serum, but Zhou Zhanyun considered the consequences of doing so and finally gave up.
First, this girl is weak and she may not be able to withstand the side effects of the medicine; second, Zhou Zhanyun does not want to see Song Qingqing looking at him with disgust and fear after she wakes up.
Frankly speaking, it's better to pretend to be good to yourself like this now, even if it's just an act. From a psychological point of view, if you pretend for a long time, you will naturally forget it.
He looked indifferent as he leaned over and kissed the corner of Song Qingqing's lips in a restrained and calm manner, his warm breath lingering on the tip of her snow-white ear.
"Then my answer is the same as yours."
Song Qingqing didn't believe him. If that were the case, the mission would have been completed long ago. She curled her lips, the tip of her ear tickled by Zhou Zhanyun's breath, making her turn her head away. As usual, she put her hand on Zhou Zhanyun's chest and silently changed the subject. "Brother, who is the new researcher who came this afternoon? Haven't you received the personnel information yet?"
After hearing this particularly awkward question, Zhou Zhanyun grabbed Song Qingqing's wrists with one hand and tore her off him, then forced her to sit obediently on the lab table. He had a calm expression, yet looked inexplicably dangerous.
"Why? Curious about the new researcher?"
He was already unhappy about the base sending someone to his research institute for no apparent reason, and the base had not yet disclosed any information about that person to him, only saying that he was a professor with extremely high research skills and had already achieved research results related to viruses.
"No way." Song Qingqing instantly noticed Zhou Zhanyun's subtle change in mood and quickly put her arms around his neck. Her eyes curved into crescents as she leaned over and pecked his slightly cool lips several times. "Brother is a top researcher. I see him by my side every day. How could I possibly be curious about someone else?"
"I like my brother the most."
This was indeed true and very pleasant to the ear. Combined with the girl's sweet and soft tone, it made one feel very comfortable.
Of course, he also knew that every time this guy was clinging to him and acting coquettishly, he was saying different things to different people.
He didn't know how many good brothers she had, and which one of her brothers he was, so every time he felt bothered by this title, he would grab her with an expressionless face and make her cry and call out his name word by word.
Zhou Zhanyun didn't show it on his face, but he honestly put his arm around Song Qingqing's slender waist to prevent her from falling off the table if she moved around too much. He said calmly, "Why are you so fond of acting like a spoiled child? Do you want to eat again?"
What to eat?
Song Qingqing was stunned for a moment. After noticing the slightly dark color in Zhou Zhanyun's inorganic silver-gray eyes, her heart skipped a beat. She reflexively twisted her waist and wanted to turn around and run away, but was held down by someone. His hands were not strong, but he was very skillful. Song Qingqing couldn't escape even if she ran.
Zhou Zhanyun still had that handsome face that was as still as a mountain and water, and asked her softly in that slightly cold voice.
"Why are you running? I don't eat people."
The consequence of such coquettish behavior was that Song Qingqing was not dressed up by Zhou Zhanyun until lunch break. He even straightened out the wrinkles on her lab coat one by one as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder. After wiping clean the silver-white metal table in the laboratory, Zhou Zhanyun led her out of his personal laboratory.
As Zhou Zhanyun's research assistant, Song Qingqing naturally had to attend the welcome ceremony for new researchers to join the central research institute.
I don’t know the background of the researcher who came this time. He is so high-profile that Zhou Zhanyun has to greet him in person. But judging from Zhou Zhanyun’s expression that looks like he is about to kill someone, it is estimated that if this newcomer cannot produce any research results, his future days will definitely not be easy.
Song Qingqing, who was standing in the crowd, had so many sore legs and feet. She lowered her head in boredom and rubbed the silver-white laboratory floor with her shoes.
It was already 3:30 in the afternoon, and more than half an hour had passed since the agreed welcome ceremony. Song Qingqing knew Zhou Zhanyun's personality. He hated people who were not punctual the most. In his opinion, this was a very undisciplined behavior habit. Therefore, every member of the institute submitted experimental reports and data sheets on time according to their own schedule.
The people next to her suddenly started whispering. Song Qingqing stopped rubbing the floor, pricked up her ears and listened quietly, then she froze in place.
"If I'm not mistaken, that's Professor Ye who seems to have disappeared for a long time? He is actually willing to come back to the Central Research Institute?" This was the exclamation of a junior sister.
"It seems that the gossip I heard before was correct. It said that Professor Ye accepted the invitation from the base because of his schoolmate friendship with Teacher Zhou in the past few years?" This was the senior brother who had mentioned Ye Si to Song Qingqing before.
"Classmate friendship? Why did I hear that the two of them never got along?"
"You must be remembering this correctly. Professor Zhou and Professor Ye were both famous members of the think tank!"
......
Song Qingqing stood there stiffly, feeling a little confused.
Professor Ye?
Could it be the Professor Ye she was thinking of?
She silently and cautiously looked towards the door through the gaps in the crowd, and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar slender figure, and then saw the handsome and gentle face. He was smiling with his eyes squinting, and the lenses reflected white light, disregarding the emotions in his eyes.
Director Ye, who had just arrived at the central research institute, stretched out his hand to shake hands with his old friend and greeted Zhou Zhanyun in a very kind and friendly manner.
"Zhanyun, I haven't seen you for many years, and you are still exactly the same as you were back then."
The moment he saw Ye Si, a hint of murderous intent clearly flashed across Zhou Zhanyun's eyes, but he naturally would not show it in front of everyone. Instead, he reached out his hand coldly and shook Ye Si's hand without even taking off his gloves.
Ye Si's face showed a gentle smile that Zhou Zhanyun was familiar with and made him feel sick. He approached Zhou Zhanyun and said softly, "Classmate, you still look as inhuman as before. You are still an anthropomorphic being."
"But..." Ye Si smiled, then changed the subject and looked sideways at the girl in the crowd, "You seem to be taking good care of my wife. After all, she is your sister."
Song Qingqing, who was originally watching the situation in the crowd, was caught off guard and met Ye Si's smiling gaze, which was completely harmless.
At the same time, Zhou Zhanyun, with an expressionless face, also looked over. His silver-gray eyes were gazing at him calmly to the extreme. It was a very calm gaze, so calm that it made the alarm bells in one's heart ring and one's head buzz.
It's over.
This was the first thought in Song Qingqing's mind.
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