Those black eyes were particularly deep. Qin Zhilu's Adam's apple twitched and whispered: "How do you know I like buns?"
"It was you yourself last time..."
An Yu stopped before he finished speaking.
Suddenly, he felt that the atmosphere around him was a little unusual. The superior pinched his chin and forced him to raise his head. His neck gradually became sore, and he had the illusion that the superior would press him down in the next second.
But at this moment, the commander restrained all the pressure. Even though the hand holding his chin was not very gentle, his eyes were very soft.
Like the surging deep sea.
An Yu was lost in those eyes, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. His heartbeat was slow and heavy, as if he had returned to the bottom of the sea.
"This large-scale abnormal wave is over." He heard himself whispering, uncontrollably, "I will accompany you on your subsequent missions, regardless of whether there is a space-time disorder zone or not."
"Yeah." Qin Zhilu took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and finally let go of An Yu's chin. He gently rubbed the scar behind his ear, "It seems that the little beast has grown into shape."
"I just think it's happier to go on a mission with you than to take An An alone." An Yu told the truth.
This time Qin Zhilu didn't ask why, he just said casually: "Can An leave Ning now?"
"When you are in good condition, you can leave for a while." An Yu said, "He takes the initiative to talk to me more often than before. Although he is rude, the Morpho butterfly is really a creature that makes people feel safe. "
Qin Zhilu smiled and threw his terminal over, "I have to say that the prediction analysis of artificial intelligence is very accurate."
An Yu flicked on the screen for no apparent reason, and was surprised to find that the lop-eared rabbit was huddled on the sofa in boredom, munching on bread and teasing two small butterflies inside the glass cover.
"It has also fallen in love with little butterflies recently, inexplicably." Qin Zhilu explained casually.
An Yu was surprised, "You are still raising it?"
"It's done." Qin Zhilu said, taking off the other glove, putting the two gloves together and throwing them aside. "It depends on the situation. You can wear it less in private time in the future."
An Yu was stunned for a while, and then he realized that the commander actually agreed - with an understatement, he agreed to take off the gloves that had been covering his hands for ten years.
Although only in "private time".
Qin Zhilu walked towards the desk and glanced back casually, "Don't forget the daily bread."
"Oh." An Yu nodded immediately, "I will remember it."
Qin Zhilu said nothing more and returned to his desk to handle official business. It was like this every day during this period. An Yu was idly browsing the terminal on the sofa. He didn't say anything, and Qin Zhilu didn't chase him away. He would occasionally chat.
An Yu wore headphones and watched Mo Li's live broadcast for a while. Mo Li was obsessed with counting sunsets recently. She always felt that the sunset time predicted by the weather system was not accurate enough. She compared it with its prediction accuracy every day, which was accurate to seconds or even milliseconds. The human eye can't tell who is more accurate, her or the system. Winning or losing is entirely up to her, but no matter what she says, the audience is willing to believe it and send gifts like crazy.
This childlike cuteness makes people all over the world even more obsessed with her.
An Yu asked Yan Xi that all the gifts Mo Li received belonged to the development company. Due to the huge amount, a considerable proportion of them became taxes.
In a sense, Mo Li plays a role in redistributing wealth - most of the rewards come from people in the main city, and those taxes are eventually turned into subsistence allowance materials and distributed to various bait cities. This can be regarded as one of the achievements of AI. A good thing.
"No problem was detected in Mo Li's underlying code. With the help of brain researchers, the development company added a few more protocols to strengthen her service awareness, and then let her run it again. She was a little unhappy at first, but after all she could feel herself She was upset, but when she heard that her income had allowed more real humans to eat bread and canned beef, she put down those unpleasant feelings again." Yan Xi smiled at An Yu at the time and said, "Mo Li is a kind-hearted person. The AI, of course, is programmed in her source code."
Qin Zhilu was still working at his desk, but the little octopus man had finished his tiring day.
Dozens of tentacles stretched out together, stretched to their longest length and then snapped back, completing a stretching action.
-What is it like to live in the real world?
It suddenly took the initiative to say this to An Yu.
An Yu had already fallen asleep holding the terminal, and struggled for a long time before typing a reply: It's very troublesome. There is no server to help with calculations. Just socializing can drain people's money, not to mention finding ways to get bread and shelter.
-Does your social pressure mainly come from the people I study with?
An Yu blinked sleepily: It used to be.
But not anymore.
Now he is very comfortable getting along with his superior. Instead of doing nothing in the room, he prefers to curl up on this large sofa, listen to the sound of his superior writing and typing, and quietly browse the terminal for a while.
An Yu fell asleep deeply before he finished answering.
The terminal slipped from his hand and fell into the carpet with a dull sound.
Qin Zhilu paused with his pen tip, raised his head and stared at him. After a moment, he gently turned off the lamp on the desk.
The room quickly fell silent in the darkness. He stood up silently, walked slowly to the sofa, squatted down, picked up An Yu's terminal, and put it aside.
The sleeping face covered by a head of white hair is peaceful and peaceful. This is a little beast that crawled and rolled in the mud to the main city. The beast's vitality is so tenacious that no matter what environment it encounters, it can quickly snort in a safe place. Fall asleep.
Qin Zhilu unconsciously stretched out his hand again and smoothed his hair.
When he touched those hairs without gloves, there would be some unfamiliar tingling sensation. It took him a while to get used to it.
After a long time, he stood up and looked down at the sleeping figure.
Somewhat unbelievable.
Even though his eyelids were covering those golden eyes at the moment, he still wanted to kiss him, just like he did dozens of minutes ago.
Not long ago, he thought that impulse came from the bewitchment of those golden eyes - after all, he had been bewitched since the first time they met.
But...it doesn't seem to be the case.
He wanted to kiss him, not on the forehead, but on the lips.
Those two lips are always a little dry and cracked, and occasionally they are slightly pursed due to nervousness.
Qin Zhilu stood silently in front of An Yu for a long time, then took a deep breath, picked up the windbreaker on the side, covered him, and walked out of the room.
The time on the elevator showed it was just after midnight, and the restaurant in the steeple had already started serving wine. He pressed the floor button casually and stared at the air in a rare trance.
After a while, the elevator stopped at the 194th floor. Dian came in with his coat on, and was stunned for a moment, "Do you want to go out?"
Qin Zhilu nodded, "Which floor are you going to?"
Dian glanced at the display screen sleepily, "Restaurant, just like you. I woke up hungry."
Qin Zhilu didn't speak anymore, and the elevator went down quietly. Dian took a few seconds to wake up, then took off his coat from behind, put his hands into the sleeves and put it on.
After a few seconds, his action of putting on clothes suddenly stopped.
The stiffness spread from his head all the way down, crawling over his shoulders, and his spine, like a suddenly dried specimen, stood motionless.
Only his eyes were still active, and he secretly glanced at Qin Zhilu next to him with shock.
Qin Zhilu was still lost in the air, uncontrollably recalling the scene on the sofa in the room, completely ignoring him.
After a long while, Dian swallowed hard, tried to pull his eyes back, and slowly put on the remaining half of his coat.
The sound of fabric rubbing brought Qin Zhilu back to his senses. He glanced at Dian casually and said, "You have just been deformed not long ago, and your abilities are still growing. Even if it is useless, you should find opportunities to do more missions."
Dian nodded stiffly, "Okay."
"Has your insight increased recently?"
Dian nodded restrainedly.
Qin Zhilu frowned and looked at him, "What's wrong with you? Your face is red and your neck is red."
"No." Dian immediately stood up straighter, and the elevator began to slow down. He moved two steps away from Qin Zhilu as if he was unsteady, coughed twice and said, "I seem to have a cold, it's okay."
As soon as the elevator door opened, he strode away immediately, looked back at Qin Zhilu and walked towards the wine table, and immediately walked to the area in the opposite direction.
*
An Yu woke up early the next day. At 5:40 in the morning, the sun had just jumped into the sight of the main city, and the city was still slowly waking up in the faint sunlight.
He got up from the sofa in a daze. He felt that his sleeping position was not adjusted properly last night and his neck hurt a little, so he was going to go downstairs to have breakfast and sleep again.
The elevator went down to the 197th floor, and Tang Feng walked in wearing a smart tight suit.
Tang Feng stood beside An Yu with shoulders stretched out, like a straight and powerful sniper rifle. An Yu subconsciously stood up straighter and said, "Hello, Chief Feng."
Tang Feng has always been sharp and taciturn. When An Yu greeted him in the past, he would just nod and reply with a simple reply. But today, he turned to An Yu and showed a warm smile, "Good morning, what do you want to eat in the morning?"
An Yu was stunned for a long time and then said: "Bread...and steaks and fruits, the officer requested..."
"That's right." Tang Feng put his hands into his trouser pockets, leaned against the elevator wall leisurely, bent one long leg in front of the other, and said with a smile: "Listen to Lu, he won't hurt you. .”
An Yu hesitated and said, "Yes..."
The elevator went down to the 194th floor and stopped. Tang Feng strode out of the elevator and waved his hand with his back to An Yu, "Let's talk later, I'll go find Dian."
"Okay..." An Yu was completely confused and responded politely and instinctively, "Goodbye, Sir Feng."
The elevator door closed, leaving him alone. Reflected in the glass, his face showed an empty expression that he hadn't seen in a long time.
He lowered his head and sent a message to the commander: Has anything happened to Mr. Feng recently?
Qin Zhilu quickly replied: I didn't hear him mention it. What's wrong?
An Yu hesitated as he typed: He seemed to talk more than before.
Qin Zhilu: You must have been in solitary confinement with Zhu Tao for a long time. Let’s not talk about it for now, I’m having a meeting at the Black Tower.
An Yu immediately said: Okay, you are busy.
Tang Feng did not exist on An Yu's social network at first. The sudden enthusiasm made An Yu a little anxious. He walked into the restaurant uneasily and hurriedly picked up the food that the officer required to eat, and then took a few more. Bread, just go into the corner.
As soon as he sat down, Dian passed by with breakfast. An Yu said quickly: "Chief Feng seems to have something to do with you, so I'll go to your floor."
Dian stopped suddenly and turned around to look at him as if he was seeing a ghost.
An Yu was stunned again, "What's wrong? Do you... want to eat together?"
He was eager to spend some time with someone he was familiar with to relieve the anxiety caused by Tang Feng's initiative to approach him just now.
Dian never refused An Yu's initiative to socialize. He placed the tray opposite An Yu and sat down. While sending a message to Tang Feng, he asked, "Did you sleep in Lu's room last night?"
An Yu had already begun to chew the bread and said vaguely, "Hmm", "How do you know?"
"Just a casual guess, just to chat." Dian lowered his head to the terminal without looking at him. After a moment, he stood up and said, "Tang Feng didn't reply to me. He rarely takes the initiative to look for me. I'm afraid something is wrong. I'll go up and have a look."
An Yu nodded, "Go ahead."
The wait for the code took longer than expected. An Yu silently finished all his food, but Dian hadn't come back yet. He stared at Dian's dinner plate boredly and played with the terminal for a while, when his eyes suddenly fell on the table opposite.
Dian was walking in a hurry and left his book behind.
If his bold guess is true, then this notebook is most likely something left by Zhan Xue.
The eyes, the code, and the ability to predict were all inherited from Zhan Xue.
An Yu read the book for a while, then by some strange mistake, he picked it up and opened it.
