Chapter 138's specialty is...
Director Jiang solemnly took a file bag from the safe and handed it over, saying, "Take a look."
"The patent application has been approved! So fast?"
Su Meng's fingers trembled with excitement, causing the paper between her fingers to move without any wind, swaying in sync with her rapid and heavy breathing.
Seeing her delighted expression, Director Jiang chuckled and narrowed his eyes, placing his hands behind his back and raising his voice slightly, "Yes! This is a breakthrough for our diesel engine field."
The higher-ups attached great importance to it and personally supervised the application process, so it was quick, wasn't it?
"Great! Our diesel engines should be able to make it in time for the late rice harvest."
She carefully placed the documents on her desk, as if they were the contents of a newborn baby, with a cautious and precious touch. The smile on her face was like a summer flower in full bloom, and it never faded.
Su Meng crossed one arm over her chest and rested her chin on the other, lost in thought.
Last night, my father said that the diesel engine factory would be able to start production in another month, but by then the late rice harvest would have already been completed.
She had to speed things up and get the first batch of diesel engines into the late rice harvest.
I want to see my results as soon as possible.
They also wanted to prove those thieves and those who looked down on them wrong with tangible results.
"Director, next comes production. This matter..."
Before she could finish speaking, Director Jiang interrupted her.
He looked at Su Meng with a smile, "Comrade Cheng Wangshu called this morning and said he's willing to help produce the first batch of diesel engines free of charge. What do you think?"
Su Meng pouted, "I don't think it's anything special. Don't you know what he's up to?"
"If he manufactures diesel engines, what's the point of us building a diesel engine factory?"
Director Jiang tapped his knuckles on the table, his lips pressed into a straight line. "That's a good question! You go back first, I'll discuss it with Commander Tang and your father."
The diesel engine that has been patented is currently low-powered. Su Meng, recalling the dangers of this naval battle, is preparing to research high-powered engines.
She sat at her desk writing and drawing, and before she knew it, the sun was setting.
The shadow cast by the window frame divided her body into several parts, and a bright golden light happened to move to her eyes, making her blink uncomfortably.
She put down her pen, stretched her limbs, and was about to stand up when she sensed a familiar presence in the room.
Turning my head, I saw Huo Zhenhua holding a book on mechanical power and reading it.
He sat upright, like a sharp blade sheathed in its sheath, its gleam concealed, yet unyielding.
A ray of golden sunlight shone through the crack in the window, falling between his slightly protruding brow bone and straight nose, half of his face sinking into a pale golden shadow, like a negative carefully preserved by time in an old photograph.
His thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, his gaze fixed on the words, and his right thumb occasionally turned the bottom right corner of the page, making a "rustling" sound. He remained unmoved, regardless of the swaying leaves outside the window or the hurried footsteps of his colleagues.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still in his eyes.
Su Meng had an idea and picked up paper and pen to draw him.
Perhaps the "scratching" sound of the pencil walking was too loud, waking Huo Zhenhua.
He twisted his neck, picked up the book, walked forward, bent down, and rested his head above hers. His warm breath stirred Su Meng's hair and penetrated her scalp, making her feel a little numb.
Su Meng turned her head away without changing her expression, her eyes smiling, her tone light and cheerful like a nightingale's, "Did I disturb you?"
Huo Zhenhua glanced out the window, then boldly placed his hands on the table beside her, rested his chin on her head, and rubbed it heavily for a moment before reluctantly moving away, sighing helplessly, "You! Did you forget to eat lunch again?"
Why can't you take better care of your body?
He spoke his accusatory words in a gentle tone, without any of the sharpness and ruthlessness he displayed when they first met.
Su Meng, not seeing his eyes, grew bolder and said defiantly, "Otherwise, you feed me."
Before she could finish speaking, his unique scent, mixed with his burning body temperature, enveloped her, forcefully penetrating her every limb and bone, enveloping her completely.
The air became thin and scalding hot at that moment.
The heat made Su Meng's heart suddenly stop beating.
She gripped the pen tightly, her knuckles bulging, and the skin on the back of her hand tinged with a pale pink.
The head closest to the man was burning up to a crisp.
"You, you step back a bit."
Honestly, he doesn't even know where he is.
Huo Zhenhua stood up, a muffled laugh escaping his chest, his eyebrows raised, "What are you doing? Is that me in the military uniform you drew?"
He snatched Su Meng's handwritten copy and commented seriously, "Why is she a big-headed, short-legged creature?"
I'm 1.85 meters tall, and my long legs are almost longer than your waist.
You're making me look bad.
No! I want to draw you too.
This was the first time Su Meng had seen Huo Zhenhua's childish side; she watched him draw with great interest.
He sketched her outline in a few simple strokes, especially the dimple on her left cheek, which he rendered with shading to make it look incredibly lifelike.
“You still drew him with a big head and short legs.” She pointed to the little figure in the footer, his reflection in her eyes.
Around the reflection, beams of light, like glittering stars, made her brown pupils appear even brighter.
She excitedly tugged at his sleeve, looking at him with admiration, "So you can draw! Tell me, what else can you do?"
Huo Zhenhua slowly put down his pencil, raised an eyebrow, and said, "I know a lot. My specialty is..."
He suddenly leaned closer and whispered, "I love you."
The warm air rushed towards Su Meng, arrogantly and domineeringly penetrating her pores.
Just like the words "I love you," which struck her heart without warning, making her tremble.
She was like a perfectly cooked lobster, thoroughly cooked inside and out.
Whether from fright or surprise, she lost her hearing.
The world was left with only the words "I love you" that surged forth with warm breath, and everything around became the background color. She was the only label on this negative.
The film, like something falling into the wind, swayed aimlessly, unable to find its way or its destination.
"What's wrong? You silly girl!" Huo Zhenhua didn't expect her to react this way and quickly spoke up.
Su Meng glared at him, fanning her face with her hands to try and cool down her expression. "Take a look at these books and see if you like them?"
She shifted to the side, revealing a stack of books about coercive devices behind her, abruptly changing the subject.
The scene of herself mocking her friend Chen Jing flashed before her eyes: "You blush when you're in a relationship? Didn't you see that person kissing in public without batting an eye? You're too naive!"
Chen Jing retorted on the spot: "You have no right to speak if you've never been in a relationship. If you're so capable, go and have a relationship first."
During her time studying abroad, she was only focused on making money and had no interest in dating.
It turns out that being in love really does make you blush easily, and it can also cause... trouble.
Su Meng, embarrassed, clutched her rumbling stomach and added, "Dinner time is almost over. Let's go!"
Huo Zhenhua put away his handwritten notebook and pencil. "Let's go to the cafeteria together."
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