A warm invitation
"You're so happy just from exchanging a few words with someone?"
"You see, you don't understand. Many feelings are cultivated over time like this. But if I had to say I got to meet my goddess, I really have to thank you. When we walk down the aisle, I'll definitely ask you to be our witness."
"Wake up! Stop daydreaming in broad daylight. Can't you see? She doesn't like you at all." A bucket of cold water was poured on him.
"It's late at night now, okay? Besides, even if you don't like someone, you have to take it one step at a time. Nobody can fall in love with someone all at once. You have to follow a step-by-step approach when pursuing someone, you know?"
Fan Siwen's attitude perfectly embodied the word "anger".
“But she…” Mo Yang didn’t finish his sentence. In just one day, he had discerned the unusual feelings Chen Lili had for him.
Regardless of his fate, here, he is merely an observer in the world of Mo Yang.
And Fan Siwen has nothing to do with Chen Lili's world.
If he were to make a definitive statement, given his temper, he might immediately sever all ties with him. Mo Yang thought about it and decided against it.
"But what? Why are you taking so long to say something?" Fan Siwen was clearly getting impatient.
"It's nothing. I may not understand your young people's thoughts on matters of the heart, but I know one thing: forced love won't be sweet. There's no such thing as first come, first served in a relationship. It's just a matter of one thing overcoming another, and mutual consent. The situation you mentioned, where feelings develop over time, only exists if you like someone at first sight." In Mo Yang's gentle and detailed explanation, the few words seemed to take an exceptionally long time.
"I think I understand now. You're implying, both openly and subtly, that she doesn't like me. So what? I have a good attitude. So what if she doesn't like me? I like the kind of challenge that she doesn't like me. Besides, I've already found out that she's single and doesn't have a boyfriend. This greatly reduces my strategic preparation. I can start by establishing my persona without having to think about how to steal someone else's heart. This is clearly a big victory."
This person started talking to himself, and his arrogant and overbearing manner was exactly the same as the person he knew.
Mo Yang stopped talking and seemed to shift his attention to the computer in his hand, but in fact, he had already made predictions about many things in his mind, and even had ideas to overturn those predictions.
Evenings always fly by. Several hours spent typing on the computer felt like only a few minutes to Mo Yang.
After finishing the form and pressing the save button, I habitually glanced to the side and saw that the person had already fallen asleep.
Looking at the time, it was already this late, so Mo Yang got out of bed to turn off the light.
The sound of slippers seemed somewhat deliberate and out of place in the quiet room.
The lights went out, and at that very moment of transition between light and darkness, something seemed to enter Mo Yang's mind.
Mo Yang touched the back of his head, which was a little sore, and carefully walked back step by step.
Until the moment his body touched the bedside, he was like an amnesiac, remembering many things he had experienced in his life.
As I sorted through those memory fragments, one by one, scene by scene, they weren't as clear as a movie, nor were they as deliberately obvious as when they were transmitted from the future world. Instead, they seemed like parts that had been rummaged through somewhere, fitting together but lacking the connection of key components.
He lay down and went to sleep, not thinking too much about it. This matter had to come to a conclusion eventually, but not now, not while they were creating beautiful memories. As for all the bad things, he'd deal with them when things piled up to an unbearable degree.
Amidst the myriad lights of homes, some are celebrating, some are enjoying themselves, and of course, some will stand by the window, gazing at the distant building, the subtle movements of their facial muscles always sparking the imagination.
While he was sound asleep, Mo Yang's phone rang.
"Who is it? Making so much noise at night, can't people get any sleep?"
With her keen hearing, Fan Siwen mumbled something upon hearing the sound, then turned over and went back to sleep.
Hearing what sounded like someone talking, Mo Yang woke up groggily and glanced at his phone.
A missed call.
Mo Yang, who had been feeling sleepy, suddenly became alert.
She sat up, staring at the red number in her hand, her breathing becoming rapid.
After a long while, Mo Yang picked up his phone, got up, and went outside.
Finding a place where he wouldn't wake everyone, Mo Yang looked at the number in his hand and pressed the dial button.
Not long after, the call was connected. The person on the other end seemed very calm, but their tone of voice was extremely provocative.
"Hello, Mr. Mo."
Mr. Mo...
He was exposed.
"Who are you?" Mo Yang asked subconsciously. His voice, which he had deliberately lowered, sounded somewhat unusual. At the same time, the frequency of his heartbeat was increasing rapidly without him realizing it.
"Professor Mo is very famous now, so I can only bother him at night."
The way this person spoke made him sound like the one who had been hiding in the background all along, but something just didn't feel right.
After a brief silence, Mo Yang deliberately kept his tone calm and asked, "What do you want from me?"
"It's nothing important, I just wanted to invite Professor Mo over for a cup of tea. I wonder when would be a convenient time for you?"
"You've already said two sentences, but you haven't introduced yourself yet. Don't you think that's a bit presumptuous?"
Clearly, the other party already knew his identity, but compared to him, the other party was still in the shadows, which made Mo Yang feel a sense of danger spreading around him.
"Who I am is not important. You will know when you meet me."
"I'm sorry, I'm too busy with work to keep the appointment."
"Hahaha."
A typical old-fashioned laugh came from the other end of the phone, a laugh that made Mo Yang involuntarily clench his muscles.
"I didn't expect Professor Mo to be so cautious. It's alright though. I usually do some small business in the medical field and also have some experience in aerospace. I'm also somewhat well-known on the Forbes list. I wonder if these can serve as a stepping stone to meet Professor Mo?"
Hearing this, Mo Yang felt a little relieved. It seemed that he and the person who had put the phone number in his pocket earlier were not the same person.
He spoke in an extremely calm tone, “The previous refusal may have been out of defensiveness, but this one is also true. I’m sorry, I’m too busy with work to meet with you.”
Just as I was about to hang up, the voice on the other end began to speak again.
"That's a real shame, but hopefully we'll have that opportunity again in the future."
The darkened screen tells the story of the brief end of that scene.
Standing on one side of the covered bridge, Mo Yang looked out the window not far away, seemingly lost in thought.
At that moment, the person who had been making a phone call by the window in that building was looking at the person in front of him through the glasses on the bridge of his nose.
Not long after, the person standing spoke to the people behind him, "Tell the entity to be patient and wait for good news."
"yes."
The man accepted the order and left.
The person by the window took off their glasses, and the flexible robotic arm seemed to operate even more smoothly than their own body. "You always have to give people some preparation time."
After saying that, he picked up a piece of chocolate from the table and put it in his mouth, his face showing great enjoyment.
The vinyl record player started playing, as if you were in a magnificent cathedral, enjoying an extremely luxurious visual and auditory feast.
In late autumn, the sun always rises late, lazily stretching and reluctant to take up its post.
It wasn't time to get up yet, and the research institute was still in a state of quiet and peace.
The alarm clock hadn't finished its countdown when a deafening ring shattered the long silence.
The corridor, which had just been in a state of orderly anticipation, was suddenly filled with people.
"Fire! Fire!"
The first sound came from an unknown source, gradually approaching and echoing throughout the entire research institute.
At the same time, Mo Yang, who had just drifted off to sleep, was awakened once again by the ringing of the alarm clock.
Following the rustling and noisy sounds, I walked to the outside corridor. Under the white smoke, I could vaguely see clusters of people, all covering their mouths and noses, running towards the research and development base.
Mo Yang followed the crowd in his line of sight, picked up the clothes that someone had dropped on the ground, covered his mouth tightly, looked back, and did not see Fan Siwen in the crowd. He quickly went against the flow of people towards the dormitory.
Just as he was about to reach the dormitory door, someone suddenly hugged him from behind, forcing him to stop. As Mo Yang turned around to look, the clothes in his hand slowly slipped through his mouth and nose, leaving a gap. Mo Yang smelled a strange odor.
The next moment, Mo Yang lost all his strength and fell backward.
When Mo Yang woke up again, he found himself in a research room. The strange thing above his head made him reach out to touch it, but the next second his hands and feet, which were being controlled, conveyed an extremely terrifying message.
Mo Yang's hair spun wildly as he looked left and right. After confirming that no one was in the lab, he began to shout, "Let me go! Let me go! Is anyone there?"
As the sound stopped, a voice came through the surveillance camera.
"Mr. Mo, just hang in there a little longer, we'll be done soon."
Seeing that someone was observing him, Mo Yang continued to shout loudly, "Let me go! Who are you? What are you doing to me?"
"It's not such an excessive thing. In a little while, you will witness the birth of a great miracle."
From the person's voice, Mo Yang recognized their identity.
This person is...
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