Chapter 238

I became an astronaut successfully.

But this job was very boring, until one day my boss gave me a mission to drive a spaceship to meet aliens because the signal station received information from aliens.

I plan to accept this mission and start training seriously, waiting for the new outdoor equipment to be ready.

While I was getting my new travel gear ready, I decided to do something I wanted to do, but I didn't know what, so I browsed through the mail in my mailbox.

After browsing the mail, I found a new email, and I opened it.

I found out that there was a press conference that invited me to attend and promised me a certain appearance fee. I wanted that appearance fee, so I went to attend the press conference.

But after the press conference they actually wanted to interview me, which was not mentioned in the letter. If I had known this I would not have come.

But it's so troublesome.

I'm here, I can't just run away, what will they think of me? Will they invite me again? And I didn't get all the money, will they give me the money later?

If not, then I absolutely cannot escape now. If it is, but I can't know it in advance, how can I leave now?

Although I really want to leave now and go home now, as long as I get home, I will be safe.

But this was obviously not a safe place, and I couldn't escape. After thinking about it, I had to sit down and wait for their questions. They rushed to hold the microphone to interview me.

The microphones were big and black. When they were held in front of me, they almost poked my eyes, my forehead, and my teeth. I thought they were going to hit me to death with those things.

But I didn't die, I survived.

I squeezed through the crowd and ran back home. I no longer remember what I said at the press conference.

Who knew, after a while, I turned on the TV and found myself in the news program replay, so I calmed down and watched the program.

I found that I looked calm and composed in the show, which was really cool. I never thought I was so good-looking, especially watching myself on TV was a magical experience.

I suddenly felt a little happy, so I decided to treat myself to something.

I searched the whole house but found only an unopened box of instant noodles, but I didn't feel like eating instant noodles right now.

So I decided to go out.

But going out alone is really boring, so I thought about it, took out my cell phone, and planned to find someone who is willing to go out for dinner with me.

Before I found the right person, a phone call came in from my friend.

My friend invited me to have dinner with him, and I was glad that we had the same idea, so I readily agreed and we agreed on the time and place.

I hung up the phone, put away my phone, opened the door, and walked out.

There were a lot of people outside. I didn't pay attention to them at first, but when I took two steps outside, suddenly someone recognized me. They probably watched the news program.

But I was also very famous before that show, and many people in the crowd knew my identity.

I've said before that I'm an astronaut by profession, and that's probably why those people knew me before the show.

I thought it was just business as usual so I wasn't nervous, I greeted them, I talked to them, I shook their hands, I said hello to them.

I was like a responsible electronic pet, satisfying their emotional demands, and then they left with their signatures, and there was finally some space around me.

I was about to leave when suddenly someone rushed over and blocked my way. It was a young guy, a bit like a high school student, still in school, young and hot-tempered.

"What can I do for you?"

"I do have one question for you. What do you think of aliens?"

"I don't think I have an opinion."

"How is that possible? You were an astronaut before, you are an astronaut now, and you will be arranged to meet aliens in the future. How could you not have any ideas at all? You must be lying to me."

"I didn't lie to you. There's no benefit in lying to you."

"I know your job is special and may require confidentiality. That's why you don't want to tell me, but you don't have to lie to me. That's your personal reason. You don't like me."

"I don't think that's possible because we didn't know each other before."

"Whether we knew each other before or not, you are not a good person because I don't like you, and your explanation cannot convince me that you really have no bad intentions."

"I don't know how to explain this to you. It's not my job to explain to people whether I have bad intentions or not. I'm sorry, I have something else to do. Could you please move aside?"

"If you don't explain clearly, I won't let you go."

"What exactly do you want to ask me?"

"What do you think of aliens? Do you think aliens are friendly? Or do you think aliens are hostile?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Sorry, I have to go now. It's really late. I'll be late if I keep going like this. I really have an appointment.

We can talk about it slowly next time when we have time."

I waved to the man and ran away.

That person wanted to catch up with me, but he was not as fast as me. My physical condition was better than his, and I also practiced while working, so he didn't catch up with me.

I breathed a sigh of relief and ran to the agreed location.

The door here was just closed late at night. I was sitting inside drinking coffee. I saw someone coming outside the door and took a look. The person who came in realized that it was not my face and was a little disappointed.

But the person sitting inside drinking coffee looked outside the door again, saw me and was very happy, so he stood up and opened the door for me.

The person who opened the door for me is my friend.

My friend and I entered the cafe.

The light in the cafe is slightly dim, which makes it a great place to rest, cultivate your sentiments, or relax yourself, because there is soothing music playing here.

The best part is that the soothing music playing has nothing to do with people, it's just an old object making a slow sound.

This ensures that there will be no bullies here who would do something inappropriate for some pretty girls or cuties playing musical instruments, thus preventing customers from enjoying high-quality services and products.

My friend and I are both very satisfied with this environment. I know there is a reason why we can become friends, for example, we have such a tacit understanding in terms of aesthetics and appreciation.

I was so happy to meet my friend again, even though I remembered that we had known each other for many years, I felt as if I had never met him before.

Although I remember that he and I worked in the same place, had the same job, and had to do the same thing, my memory of him still stays in many years ago.

It's like I've never met him while I was working, and I don't even remember what he did when he was working with me. This shouldn't be the case.

But it doesn't matter, we will have plenty of time to spend together in the future.

After all, he is my friend, and we can talk slowly. Even if we become distant because we haven't seen each other for a long time, we can still return to the close state we once were in my memory.

I don't mind taking a moment.

Judging from his happy expression when he saw me, he probably wouldn't mind spending some time here to understand my current situation.

My friend and I sat at a table hand in hand. He sat opposite me and I sat opposite him, with a table between us.

Behind us were the backs of tall chairs that separated us from others, and this place became a small private room.

The privacy and confidentiality here are very good. I think this environment is worthy of my choice. It is very good.

When I was content with my own joy, a waiter came and brought me the coffee that my friend ordered for me.

The waiter put the coffee on the table and said to us, "Have a pleasant journey."

I nodded, then realized something was wrong.

"What? Have a nice trip? Who and who are going where? Why don't I know?"

"Maybe I said it wrong, or maybe I just said it smoothly. It doesn't matter."

My friend said to me.

"Is it really nothing? If there is a problem with my mental state, I can't go out to work, and it will affect many people and many things."

I'm a little nervous.

"What does someone saying something wrong have to do with your mental state? Don't take it too seriously. We are here to meet, not to discuss other people."

My friend seemed a little unhappy that I cared about other people.

I nodded and came back to my senses.

"Let's have some coffee then. What else are you going to do here?"

I asked, picking up the coffee cup.

When I picked up the cup, I realized that it had two small white wings as decoration. I was not paying attention for a moment and almost knocked over the quilt. The coffee was very hot.

I quickly put the cup back on the table.

My friend looked at me and smiled, as if he was looking at someone he knew.

I smiled a little embarrassedly, and he was about to reveal the matter. I thought to myself, my friend is so nice to me.

My friend across from me picked up his coffee cup and took a sip, as if he had been here countless times before, and I suddenly no longer doubted that we had never met before.

Although I still felt a little strange in my heart, I thought it didn't matter. He was my friend and someone I could trust. I didn't need to doubt him because he would not harm me.

My friend smiled at me.

I felt ashamed for ever suspecting that he was not my friend at all and was deceiving me. I quickly lowered my head to hide my shame, and my face unconsciously turned red.

My friends comforted me.

I expressed my gratitude to him.