In the lounge.
Qingshuang stood on tiptoe and sat down on the chair with some difficulty.
"Who designed the seats so high? Did they consider short people like us?"
After complaining angrily, Qingshuang sighed softly.
She drank the sweet milk her assistant brought her, along with some lightly sweetened desserts, and tried to adjust her mood...
For her.
I've had quite a few worries these days.
The main concern is that Tao Yaoyao and the others will never come back.
Besides...
"Is it really impossible for me to surpass Tao Yaoyao?"
There was another faint sigh in her heart, and Qingshuang began to emo secretly.
Simply put, she is a little powerless now. She has neither the memory palace like Tao Yaoyao nor the plug-in ability like Zhuque.
Just dealing with the scientific research work at hand was enough to make her anxious. Sometimes she encountered a technique she wasn't good at, and she had to force herself to delve into it, but even then, there was no guarantee of a good result...
"well……"
Sighing, Qingshuang took out a small mirror from her pocket.
First, she looked in the mirror, observing her not-so-obvious dark circles, and her delicate, white face. Then... she slowly lowered the mirror to aim at her flat chest against the white shirt.
"I suddenly feel that Tang Xinnuo's spiritual arts are not completely useless."
It's a bit embarrassing to say this, but Qingshuang said before that Tang Xinnuo's mythical-level word magic was useless in changing her body shape and appearance.
But after she tried it two days ago, she suddenly had a different feeling...
"Qingshuang, oh Qingshuang, you have been hurt so much by alcohol and sex. From today on, you will stop drinking!"
Muttering to herself, Qingshuang moved the mirror up again and was about to observe her dark circles again when she suddenly noticed Tao Yaoyao's figure appear on the mirror.
"drink--"
Qingshuang screamed and jumped up from her chair in fright.
Turning around, seeing her expression as normal and indifferent as a peach blossom, Qingshuang swallowed her saliva and asked in a trembling voice, "Are you a real person or a ghost?"
Tao Yaoyao blinked: "It must be a real person."
"You're back?" Qingshuang's face lit up with joy at first, but then her joy froze. "By the way, when did you appear behind me?"
Tao Yaoyao replied in a calm voice, "Starting from 'Tang Xinnuo's Word Spirit Technique is not completely useless.'"
It's over, my life is over... Qingshuang's body trembled slightly, but she still tried her best to maintain her composure and tried to change the subject: "Where's Su Ze?"
Tao Yaoyao raised the corner of her mouth imperceptibly: "Let's all come back together."
Qingshuang smiled awkwardly, "That's good. I've been worried these past few days that you guys might not come back... Come to think of it, why did you guys take so long?"
No rush to answer.
Tao Yaoyao sat down at the table next to Qing Shuang and tasted the dessert she had made. She felt there wasn't enough sugar in it, so she only took a sip and replied vaguely, "We were on vacation on another planet for a few days."
Qingshuang wrinkled her nose and snorted, "Tsk! I was worried about you guys, but you're out there in the big world, eating delicious food and drinking spicy drinks, and you're shamelessly developing all kinds of new knowledge all day long?"
Tao Yaoyao nodded seriously: "A small half of the time is spent on seeing the world, and the majority of the time is spent on learning new knowledge."
Hey! You guys are really rude... Qingshuang retreated strategically, surprised and a little suspicious: "After going out, how come you have become more... more debauched than before?"
"Is there?"
"Absolutely..."
Qingshuang was a little suspicious about the Tao Yaoyao in front of her. Could it be someone pretending to be her?
Fortunately, she felt a familiar connection talent and heard a familiar voice. Not only did Tao Yaoyao return, but Lillian also saw Chi Zhiyuan, and Tang Xinnuo's Qin Yushi also returned safely...
"Thank you for your hard work these past few days."
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