Chapter 41 Half-ripe mulberry doesn’t have a boyfriend but has a husband?
It was late at night, but the experimental building of Jiada University was still brightly lit.
The laboratory was filled with sophisticated and complex instruments, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of medicine, which could be faintly smelled through the mask. Yu Tong couldn't help but adjust his mask and continued to stare at the laboratory table with his companions.
To be precise, they were watching the operations of their teacher Zhuang Mowen.
The man was wearing a white protective suit, and his nose bridge made the medical mask look superior. Most of his face was covered. Under his dark hair, his eyebrows and eyes were handsome and calm.
Zhuang Mowen had an indifferent and focused expression. He operated the equipment slowly and effortlessly, and each step was extremely steady.
To them, it was top-level hell mode, an experiment they had never heard of, but in Zhuang Mowen's hands, it seemed as simple as eating and drinking water. He didn't even frown, and was calm and composed. Occasionally, he would ask them to come over to observe and learn, and then talk about a bunch of theories that gave them a headache.
"Okay."
I don’t know how long it took, but three concise and to the point words rang out in the quiet laboratory, yet they were particularly reassuring.
Zhuang Mowen walked down from the lab bench and glanced back at the three of them, his voice muffled by the mask on his face.
"It's getting late today, you guys should go back and rest first."
…
Standing in a safe area, Yu Tong and his companions took off their protective gear and were still discussing the experiment just now.
Pushing the door open and walking out, he sighed, "When will we be able to do experiments as easily and effortlessly as our teacher? Finishing them in a flash?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Mowen, who was standing in the corridor and had not left yet, turned around and looked at him.
Yu Tong shut up immediately.
Without Zhuang Mowen saying anything, Yu Tong knew what he was going to say.
With the skills of hands and mouth, the experiment would have been completed long ago.
He turned his face away silently, praying that Zhuang Mowen would let him go, but the next second, he heard Zhuang Mowen ask him, "How is your own experiment going?"
"It's still the same." Xiao Yu clasped his hands together flatteringly, "Teacher, if you have time tomorrow, please help me take a look."
"...I won't be in Lincheng tomorrow afternoon. If you have any questions, send me an email," Zhuang Mowen instructed. "If you don't understand something, meet me at the lab at the usual time the day after tomorrow."
Xiao Yu put his feet together and stood at attention: "Got it."
"But then again, what are you going to do tomorrow, teacher?"
Everything was fine before the holiday. Although Zhuang Mowen was busy, everything about the scientific research project was still in the preliminary stages.
Until the winter vacation, Zhuang Mowen was almost as busy as them every day until late at night, devoting himself to scientific research. He was either in the laboratory or in front of the computer. He also had to find time to attend meetings with them, revise papers, and guide experiments. It was said that he had turned down several invitations to famous interviews.
Yu Tong and his friends had heard of their teacher's great reputation in the scientific research community a long time ago, but it was not until they actually became his students that they realized that Zhuang Mowen was worthy of these honors.
Only then did I realize how important he regarded scientific research and how he spent all his time on it.
That's why he was very curious about what could make Zhuang Mowen leave, even if it was just for a trivial day, an hour, or a minute.
Zhuang Mowen said calmly, "I haven't seen you do any serious work. You've been busy caring about me all day long."
Xiao Yufu suddenly remembered something and looked at the date on his phone.
February 13th.
"Oh," he understood immediately, "Tomorrow is Valentine's Day."
Xiao Zhou and another male classmate immediately said in unison: "Oh~"
After leaving the laboratory, they felt relaxed. Besides, Zhuang Mowen had always been very nice to them, so as long as they were not on serious business and Zhuang Mowen was not cold, they usually dared to joke with him.
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
"You're so good at guessing," Zhuang Mowen said with a gloomy expression. Before walking away, he glanced at them and said, "Then can you guess? I want you to revise your papers before tomorrow and send them to my email."
The three people said in unison: "?"
Yu Tong: "But teacher, it's already 11:50?"
Ten minutes? He hadn't even met his thesis supervisor today, and it wasn't even enough time to run back to the dorm and turn on his computer.
Xiao Zhou quickly distanced himself from the matter: "Teacher, it was all Yu Tong who said that. It has nothing to do with us."
Seeing them looking like they were facing a formidable enemy, Zhuang Mowen walked away indifferently. Just when they thought there was no room for negotiation on this matter, they heard another sentence from afar:
"Just kidding, Valentine's Day is fun."
His voice was gentle, with a rising tone at the end, and it was obvious that he didn't take what he just said to heart.
Zhuang Mowen's figure disappeared around the corner.
Xiao Zhou sighed. She wanted to beat Yu Tong up. "You're so quick to speak! Luckily, the teacher seems to be in a good mood today, otherwise we'd all be doomed."
Xiao Yu was almost scared to death and kept saying, "Am I talking too much?"
"What do you think?" Xiao Zhou crossed his arms. "It was you who asked about Valentine's Day this time, and it was you who said the teacher was alone in the empty room last time. Professor Zhuang still put aside the past grudges and taught you everything he knew. That's already a blessing for you."
The incident of "staying alone in an empty room" happened not long after the winter vacation started.
When Zhuang Mowen came to give on-site guidance, he would always strive for perfection and would not tolerate even a grain of sand in his eyes. Sometimes, when they were miserable, they would also hint tactfully: "Teacher, won't you go home early? Won't the teacher's wife urge you?"
Zhuang Mowen paused for a moment after hearing what they said, then replied in a normal tone, "She's on a business trip."
The other two could only nod their heads, accepting their fate. Only Yu Tong, who seemed to have a flash of inspiration or something, blurted out, "Then, teacher, you're left alone in an empty room, aren't you?"
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
Suddenly the atmosphere in the laboratory became cold, and the temperature seemed to have dropped by several degrees. Zhuang Mowen said nothing, but they conducted the experiments in this low pressure environment throughout the afternoon.
And it went very badly.
"..." Xiao Yu scratched his neck, feeling embarrassed as the past was brought up again. "I will think twice before speaking next time."
…
Zhuang Mowen got in the car and turned on his phone, which he hadn't looked at for a day.
In WeChat, the column belonging to her is very quiet.
If he doesn't look for her, she will never come to him on her own initiative.
Zhuang Mowen found the photo of Chuyi playing with toys that he took before going out in the morning and sent it to him.
I looked at the time and it was very late. I guess they were already asleep, or maybe they were busy filming a night scene.
He logged out and clicked into Siming's chat box.
The message Siming sent him a few hours ago.
[I'm so busy now, running around everywhere, I can't even see her, can't even say a word to her. I'm really impressed.]
[What about you? Did you catch up with your wife?]
Zhuang Mowen replied: [Not yet.]
After sending this message, he paused and edited another one: [Start from tomorrow.]
Siming had just finished his shower when he saw two messages. While drying his hair, he wondered: [What's going on?]
After a few seconds, Zhuang Mowen sent a message: [Chase her.]
Siming thought about it and realized he had no idea how to pursue her, so he threw down his towel and plopped down on the sofa, asking for advice humbly: "How to pursue her? I'll learn."
Zhuang Mowen replied: [Perhaps, we can start with a bouquet of flowers.]
…
After being busy for a while, I finally returned to my normal schedule.
"All the big night scenes are done, time to call it a day!"
Everyone had been exhausted during this period of time. At the director's command, the originally serious atmosphere seemed to be broken. Everyone cheered and finally got a good night's sleep.
"Hey, I'm going to fall asleep as soon as I get back. I'm almost going to die." Although the extras didn't come together, they've become familiar with each other after working side by side for the past few days. "...Xiaoyu, aren't you coming with us?"
"I have something else to do..." Xiaoyu said shyly, her cheeks flushed, "You guys go back first."
"Look, we all forgot that today is Valentine's Day. Xiaoyu is the only one among us who has a partner. I think we don't need to have dinner tonight. We've already had enough dog food."
"You guys just tease me. I won't say anymore. My boyfriend is here to pick me up. Let's go."
Xiaoyu's voice gradually faded away and could no longer be heard, but the girls' laughter was getting closer and closer.
until--
"Teacher Sang."
The voice that spoke first spoke again.
Sang Fu turned her head and looked at the beautiful face: "Fei Fei."
Everyone is happy after get off work. They came here to experience life and have fun as part-time workers during the winter vacation. They look even more radiant after taking off their makeup.
Several girls of the same age smiled at each other. Feifei bumped her arm and teased, "Is Teacher Sang celebrating Valentine's Day?"
She was stunned: "Me?"
"Yes, yes," Feifei nodded. "We are all very curious. Do you have a boyfriend?"
They gathered around her and walked towards the exit together in a lively manner.
Boy friend?
These three words fell into her ears, and the next moment, a face flashed through Sangfu's mind.
She paused and replied softly, "I don't have a boyfriend."
Zhuang Mowen shouldn’t count.
Every day on the set, Sang Fu does nothing but read the script. She never participates in gossip discussions, often keeps to herself, and rarely checks her phone. She doesn't look like she has a partner at all.
So Feifei wasn't surprised: "I guessed you didn't have one. Welcome to join our army of singles!"
"I'm planning to have some barbecue and some beer later. Would you like to join us, Mr. Sang?"
A girl next to him joked, "Didn't you just say you wanted to go back to sleep?"
Feifei put her hands on her hips and said, "Oh, Valentine's Day only comes once a year, why can't I sleep anytime?"
Sang Fu was sandwiched between them, speaking a few words from the left and the right, both of them chirping like little sparrows, similar to Sheng Weiyao. She pursed her lips and smiled.
As for BBQ beer...
Sang Fu was about to refuse when she heard someone beside her say in surprise: "Oh my god, did we run into a celebrity?"
Although celebrities can be seen everywhere in Hengdian, the significance of meeting them while filming and meeting them at the exit after filming is still very different.
Feifei immediately looked around: "Where, where, where?"
"That's it, that one, the handsome one in the coat. He's holding flowers. Did he just wrap up filming?"
"Oh my god, how come I don't have any impression of such a great appearance? I've been chasing her for ten years."
"Wait a minute—he seems to be looking towards us."
Amidst the discussion, Sangfu's cell phone suddenly rang.
Sanfu opened it.
There are two messages from Zhuang Mowen.
One was twenty minutes ago, the crew was very noisy and she didn't hear anything.
Zhuang Mowen: [In Hengdian?]
One is just now——
[I see you.]
The moment she saw those four words, Sang Fu felt as if an electric shock had passed through her body, making her feel numb and tingling.
She realized something and suddenly looked up in the direction they were talking about.
The constant flow of pedestrians always blocked her view, but even from a long distance, Sang Fu could still see the figure leaning against the car body and just putting down the phone.
He was holding a bouquet of flowers, with a handsome and gentle face. He stood there with a temperament as elegant as a fragrant orchid and a jade tree, very eye-catching.
Zhuang Mowen raised his eyes and their gazes met in the air.
Sanfu's mind went blank, and a muffled scream echoed in her ears: "Come here, come here, come here!"
She stared at it blankly, her throat felt like it was blocked by a ball of sour cotton, and she couldn't make any sound.
It was very strange, my heart suddenly seemed to have lost its rhythm and was beating very, very fast.
It was faster than when she ran the 800m as a student.
Suddenly, a shadow fell on his face, and his warm breath was carried to her by the wind, gently touching her skin.
"flower."
He stood in front of her and said.
Sanfu was still in a state of complete confusion, but when he handed it to her, she reached out to take it blankly. Her hands were full, and the fragrance of freesia in her arms was fragrant.
Feifei looked here and there, and she reacted the fastest: "Teacher Sang, do you know this handsome guy?"
Zhuang Mowen tilted his head to look at them, and spoke politely, introducing himself: "Hello, I'm Sang Fu's husband, Zhuang Mowen."
Several girls said together: "Hello, hello, hello."
“…”
Feifei poked Sang Fu's arm with a resentful look on her face: "Teacher Sang, so this is what it means to not have a boyfriend? Not having a boyfriend but having a husband?"
"Okay, I really don't need to eat dinner today. I'm so full."
"The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful, and they are a real couple. It's better than my domestic entertainment assets."
"Happy Valentine's Day!"
Sanfu: "..."
Wait a minute, what happened? She needed to slow down first.
She was still searching for ideas in her blank mind when her right shoulder was gently touched.
Sang Fu turned her head away and looked at the bony hand holding her shoulders in its palm. At this moment, Zhuang Mowen's voice came from above her head, with a hint of smile.
"Thank you. We'll leave first. I'll treat you to a meal when I have the chance."
She turned her head.
Zhuang Mowen stood on her left, holding her shoulders lightly. When he saw her looking at him, he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes and said softly, "Let's go."
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