Chapter 1 For the stars I am about to get old...
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"Amu, the USB drive is missing."
Yu Mo's voice was very low, but it couldn't hide the panic in it.
Wen Mu stopped and saw Yu Mo frantically rummaging through her briefcase.
"I clearly remember putting it in, why can't I find it?"
Wen Mu looked at his watch and saw that there were still seven minutes until their astrophysics academic lecture began.
She reached out and pressed Yu Mo's shoulder: "Don't worry, think carefully, where was the last time you used a USB drive?"
Yu Mo hammered her head for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Laboratory! It must have fallen in the lab."
Wen Mu thought for a moment and made a decisive decision: "You go back and get it, I'll go on stage first."
“But how can you explain it without PPT?”
"It's okay." Wen Mu pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. "I can handle it, trust me."
Yu Mo bit her lip and finally nodded: "I'll be back in twenty minutes." After that, she turned around and ran quickly towards the elevator.
Wen Mu adjusted the collar of his suit and walked towards the lecture hall.
The lecture hall was packed.
The host saw her approaching alone, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he quickly adjusted his expression and announced: "Before today's report begins, please allow me to introduce today's speaker, Dr. Wen Mu."
"Dr. Wen received his bachelor's and master's degrees in astronomy from Ningchuan University. After graduating with his master's, he pursued his doctorate at ETH Zurich, where he studied under Professor Schneider, a leading figure in exoplanet research. We are honored to have Dr. Wen join the Center for Astrophysics at Ningchuan University."
"Next, Dr. Wen will present his report on 'Dark Matter Distribution Research Based on the Gravitational Lensing Effect.'"
Applause rang out and Wen Mu walked steadily onto the podium.
The black suit was exquisitely tailored, outlining the woman's slim and upright figure, and the white shirt underneath was meticulously buttoned to the top button.
Her long black hair was tied into a simple bun at the back of her head, with a few strands of hair hanging down by her ears, making her skin look even colder and whiter.
Wen Mu's eyes swept over the nearly one hundred experts and scholars in the audience, his expression calm as usual.
There was a large movable blackboard on one side of the podium. She walked over, grasped the edge of the blackboard with both hands, and gently pulled it -
With a "crash", the blackboard unfolded, revealing a clean black surface.
"Dr. Wen, don't you need a PPT?" the host asked in a low voice.
Wen Mu took out a box of chalk from the desk drawer and pulled out a white one: "No, thank you."
She turned to face the blackboard and wrote the report title. The chalk scraped against the blackboard, making a crisp sound. Her wrist was nimble, and her handwriting was neat and powerful. When she finished, she stepped aside to make room.
There was a murmur of discussion in the audience.
Few people can give a report at such an important academic conference using only a blackboard.
"Good afternoon, everyone." Wen Mu's voice was low, but clear and steady. "Today I will share our team's latest findings in dark matter distribution research."
She cut straight to the chase, no need for extra small talk. Chalk slid smoothly across the blackboard, sketching a galaxy diagram, followed by a series of complex mathematical formulas.
The explanation is well-organized, from theoretical basis to observational data to model verification, and the logic is as rigorous as a carefully crafted paper.
"According to our latest gravitational lensing data, the distribution of dark matter in this region shows a clear—"
"Dr. Wen." A male voice suddenly interrupted her.
Wen Mu stopped chalking and turned to the source of the sound.
It was a male scholar in the front row, about fifty years old, slightly fat, with sparse hair, who was looking at her with a slightly provocative look.
Wen Mu recognized this face. Half a year ago, at the editorial board meeting of an international journal, she replaced the professor and became the youngest editorial board member.
"Has the observation method you mentioned taken into account the interference effect of background galaxies?" the man asked loudly. "From what I understand, the resolution of the telescope you use may not be sufficient to distinguish between foreground and background light sources."
"Your question is valuable." Wen Mu's tone was calm, neither angry nor flattering. "In fact, we used three independent methods to correct this interference."
She returned to the blackboard and quickly wrote down a few formulas. "First, the spectrum analysis method based on redshift, and second,..."
Her explanation was professional and detailed, with each point backed by solid data. The bald man frowned and tried to interrupt several times but couldn't find a loophole.
Wen Mu finished explaining the formulas, tossed the chalk back into the box, and stared at the front row with a cold voice, "Scientific exploration is like observing dark matter. We need to eliminate interference factors to see the essence."
"Therefore, I believe that valuable questioning in academic discussions should be based on professionalism and mutual respect."
“Thank you for your question.”
After he finished speaking, there was warm applause from the audience.
Wen Mu caught a glimpse of the back door of the lecture hall being gently pushed open, and Yu Mo appeared at the door, panting, holding the blue USB flash drive tightly in her hand.
She calmly continued her explanation, then turned to the audience. "Next, I'd like to ask my colleague Dr. Yu Mo to explain the details of the data analysis."
She took a step back to the side of the stage to make room for Yu Mo.
The moment their eyes met, Yu Mo's eyes flashed with gratitude and apology. Wen Mu nodded almost imperceptibly, indicating that everything was fine.
The handover process was seamless.
Yu Mo inserted the USB drive, the projector lit up, and the PPT homepage appeared. Wen Mu stood aside, occasionally adding a few key points but remaining silent for the most part, giving his partner ample space to present.
The report ended without incident. Several scholars came up to ask questions, and Wen Mu and Yu Mo patiently answered them.
After seeing off the last scholar, the two packed up their materials and prepared to leave when a white-haired old man approached them.
"Teacher Gao." Wen Mu and Yu Mo greeted at the same time.
Professor Gao Chonghua, a veteran of the Department of Astrophysics at Ningchuan University and their master's advisor, was nearly sixty years old, but his spirit was vigorous and his vision as sharp as ever.
"You did a good job today." Gao Chonghua nodded, his eyes showing approval. "You remained calm in the face of danger and acted decisively."
The two of them raised their lips slightly: "Thank you, teacher."
"However," Gao Chonghua lowered his voice, "next time, remember to back it up. In scientific research, luck always favors those who are prepared."
"Yes, we remember it." Yu Mo responded quickly.
Walking out of the lecture hall, Yu Mo breathed a sigh of relief: "Amu, today is all thanks to you. I was so scared. If I were alone, I would definitely be doomed."
"No."
"Even if you were alone, the result would be the same," Wen Mu said calmly. "You are well prepared."
Yu Mo shook her head. "But I can't possibly write down as many formulas on the blackboard as you did, word for word. That bald guy is obviously trying to make things difficult for you. If I were on the stage, I'd be so flustered I'd be speechless."
Wen Mu brushed the chalk dust off his fingertips. “You are indeed speechless because you would rather move your hands than your mouth.”
The two smiled at each other.
Yu Mo took her arm and said, "Let's go out for dinner tonight. Japanese food, it's my treat."
Wen Mu hesitated for a few seconds, then admitted honestly, "Maybe not tonight."
"Why?"
"because……"
"I'm going on a blind date."
*
Wen Mu ultimately failed to go on the blind date and was dragged by Yu Mo to a hidden Japanese restaurant near the school.
As you push the door open, warm yellow light shines on the dark wooden decoration, and the small dry landscape in the corner exudes Zen.
They chose the innermost box, with the bamboo curtain half-drawn to block out the outside view.
The waiter brought a sashimi platter and warm sake. Yu Mo immediately poured herself a glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Who could understand how shocked she was when she found out that Wen Mu agreed to arrange a marriage with her family, and that the person he was going to marry was Song Xingran, the most bastard youngest son of the Song family!
The Song family is indeed a prominent family in Ningchuan. Their ancestors produced a Hanlin scholar, and in modern times they have transitioned to business, with businesses spanning finance and real estate. In terms of their heritage, their wealth is far greater than that of the Wen family, which made its fortune in mining, or the Yu family, which makes medical devices.
Song Mingshen, the current head of the Song family, has three sons. The eldest and second sons both received elite education step by step. One is now a well-known host and also manages the family business; the other works in an investment bank. Both are handsome men.
Only the youngest son, Song Xingran, took a different approach and started racing. He became the youngest champion in F1 history, and also earned the notoriety of being a "devil in the world".
Yu Mo had never met Song Xingran in person, she only heard that he was rarely at home and was always out and about.
Her cousin had some friendship with this Third Young Master Song. In his words, Song Xingran was "handsome, stylish, wild, and extremely wild."
Yu Mo couldn't understand what Wen Zhiyuan and Qin Yi were thinking. They had only one precious daughter, and they had held her in their hands for fear of dropping her, and in their mouths for fear of her melting. This was how they raised Wen Mu, a cool and ethereal beauty.
How come he loses his mind when it comes to the important matter of marriage?
Yu Mo still didn't give up: "Baby, men like him who play racing are usually unreliable. They change girlfriends every week. You don't even know if they are sick. Why did uncle and aunt pick him?"
Wen Mu took a sip of sake, the rich aroma of rice spreading in his mouth, with a slight spiciness. His expression was calm: "I picked it."
"puff--"
Wen Mu calmly took out a tissue to wipe the wine stains off his face, and then wiped his friend's mouth.
"I think it's okay." She continued leisurely.
"I've read his medical reports, and he's healthy. Being away from home makes it easier for me to do my research. As for having fun, that's even better. A division of the property benefits me."
Although she doesn't lack that money.
Yu Mo held her forehead with her hand: "What about sex? You're almost 30, you don't have any needs. It's so lonely staying alone in an empty room every day."
Wen Mu smiled slightly: "If there is no one, don't we still have tools?"
Yu Mo was completely speechless.
Wen Mu picked up a piece of tuna belly, the aroma of fat melting on his tongue. "Don't worry. It's just a business marriage, we both get what we need."
"Are you missing anything?"
Yu Mo was puzzled. In her opinion, Wen Mu had already lived the freest life - he had beauty, knowledge, wealth, and love whenever he wanted.
Wen Mu did not give a direct answer, but poured himself another glass of wine.
The sake enters the throat with a light sweetness, but the aftertaste is a bit burning.
"The Song family has agreed to sponsor two new buildings for our astronomy department," she said softly, "along with five spectrometers and access to the Qingmu Mountain Observatory."
Yu Mo opened her mouth, but was momentarily speechless. She knew what these devices meant to Wenmu's research and to the entire Ningda Astronomy Department.
"Besides," Wen Mu continued, "after marriage I can continue to work without restrictions."
In fact, Wen Mu has never been very enthusiastic about things like love and marriage.
In her memos, research always comes first. If something can be linked to research, then its priority will be raised.
For some reason, Wen Mu had no fondness for younger men, especially those with a "bad reputation" like Song Xingran. But choosing him was indeed the result of several considerations.
As an only child, she naturally has to consider her parents. She's not opposed to getting married and having children, but she just hadn't considered it before. Now that she's decided to get married, she might as well choose someone who can better support her career.
Even though it wasn't the person she was supposed to marry, it was pretty much the same. After marriage, she would just be well fed and well-fed, and there was no need for him and her to be inseparably close.
"Song Xingran agreed just like that?" Yu Mo couldn't believe it.
Wen Mu lowered his eyes and stirred the matcha ice cream in the bowl.
In fact, she didn't know the answer to this question.
When her mother informed her of the marriage a few days ago, she only said that "the Song family has made arrangements", but did not mention the attitude of the young master himself.
The green ice cream gradually melted like tundra softened by the summer sun. Wen Mu dug his spoon into the sweet center.
He wanted to prevent her from seeing the completion of the new astronomical building unless Song Xingran could wipe the entire Ningchuan City off the map.
She doesn't care whether the other party is a racetrack devil or a love devil, she, Wen Mu, will always get what she wants.
*
At half past nine, the two walked out of the Japanese restaurant.
The city on a spring night is like a jewel box washed by rain, and the neon lights shatter into colored glass on the wet asphalt road.
Yu Mo was looking down to hail a taxi when suddenly the roar of a motorcycle engine came from the alley.
"Give me back my bag!" The girl's tearful scream pierced the night sky.
Wen Mu turned around and saw a dark figure push the girl to the ground, snatch her handbag, and dash towards the end of the alley. The next second, the neon sign at the entrance was yanked down and slammed down in front of the robber.
"Run away, you uncle!"
The figure stepped out from the shadows, stretched out a pair of large hands with distinct joints and bulging veins, and was now grabbing the robber's collar and lifting him off the ground.
Black overalls wrapped around two long legs, the trouser legs were casually tucked into Martin boots, and the short-sleeved T-shirt on the upper body was stretched tight due to the movement, clearly outlining the undulating lines of the back muscles.
"Misunderstanding! Brother, I was wrong!" The robber kicked his legs in the air.
The man ignored her and slammed her against the wall. The shifting neon lights at the alleyway swept past his profile. In the shadow cast by his brow, a pair of peach blossom eyes gleamed coldly. His jawline was as taut as a drawn sword, and the star-shaped earring in his left ear gleamed blue.
"Bag."
He loosened his grip, and the robber collapsed to the ground, trembling as he handed over his loot.
The girl took it in shock, and the man had already turned and walked towards the Japanese restaurant.
As she passed Wen Mu, the night breeze carried a faint scent of motor oil mixed with mint. From the corner of her eye, she vaguely saw a shallow scar on the man's right eyebrow.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, and Wen Mu looked away first.
"Oh my god!" Yu Mo pinched her arm, "Amu, look, this figure is really great."
She gestured exaggeratedly, "You can swing me away with just one hand, right?"
Wen Mu watched the figure walking into the Japanese restaurant and corrected, "Half a hand."
"How tall is he? He looks about 1.9 meters tall."
“188.8.”
Yu Mo turned her head sharply: "How do you know? Do you know him?"
Wen Mu looked inside the shop. Under the warm yellow light, a man tilted his head back to drink water, his Adam's apple moving up and down as he swallowed, the star tattoo on his neck faintly visible.
She gently pushed up her glasses which had slipped slightly, and uttered four words lightly:
"My future husband."
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Childhood sweetheart | Male crush | Daily life
■The timid girl with a wild heart fights for the handsome guy she has a crush on
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Xu Jiu has a cool and handsome neighbor named Chen Jiayue.
He has an infuriatingly handsome face, but he does all kinds of immoral things that make her blood pressure soar.
If her best friend hadn't fallen for his brother and asked her to be the middleman, she would have already thrown a barrage of left and right hooks at that handsome face.
Xu Jiu secretly raised her eyes and looked at the tall boy who was queuing to buy her ice cream.
Well, she couldn't reach it.
Xu Jiu thought that this chaotic life would last forever.
Until the day her brother went abroad, she sat on the steps at the door of her house and sighed for her best friend's love.
A pair of limited-edition sneakers stopped before her. Looking up, she saw straight, long legs. Further up, beneath the hood of his sweatshirt, Chen Jiayue's deep brows raised lazily.
"So sad?"
Xu Jiu: No more nonsense! What will happen to her bestie now that she's gone?
"Want to fall in love?"
Xu Jiu: Although the topic changed a bit quickly, I still nodded honestly.
The next second, Chen Jiayue knelt on one knee in front of her, stretched out his long arms, trapped her between the door and his arms, and asked nonchalantly:
"Wild flowers are not as fragrant as domestic flowers."
"Xu Xiaojiu, what do you think of me?"
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Chen Jiayue has been very troubled recently.
Not only could Xiao Qingmei not tell that he liked her, but she also suspected that he was interested in his brother.
How can this be tolerated?
He finally took advantage of his rival's absence and used his beauty and strength to coax and deceive his way into a status.
Not long after, the guy who was supposed to be on the other side of the ocean was carrying his luggage and grinning at him at his doorstep.
Chen Jiayue: “…”
So should he abdicate now and secretly become her lover?
It seems that it is not impossible.
Shit, he felt like he was going crazy.
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