"We haven't seen each other for so long, and now I ask you to help me when we meet for the first time. I feel very sorry."
Mostima leaned forward a little, and his faint smile looked very charming: "After all, I disturbed the doctor's good things, so let's take it as some compensation."
Zhou Jinru was holding the pen in his hand, but he still didn't write down his name as the fallen angel asked.
His actions aroused Mostema's curiosity: "What are you still hesitating about?"
"Mostema, what is your wish?"
Gradually, the smile disappeared from the Sakota woman's face. Just when Zhou Jinru was about to apologize, she whispered: "My wish is to protect Aneng."
So Mostema's anchor is an angel?
What Zhou Jinru cares about is not her anchor, but what price she will pay for becoming an anchor.
He asked: "A Neng hasn't changed at all, right?"
Mostima immediately understood what he meant and asked: "Aneng has always been very good. He even bombed the Guards Bureau building. What questions does the doctor have?"
That was gone. Not only was it gone, he also began to worry about the safety of the Rhode Island ship.
The fallen angel lifted one side of his hair and didn't mind Zhou Jinru's worry: "Doctor, the historical flashbacks you experienced were very gentle, but on this land, not all situations are without danger. With an anchor, It means that you can roam freely in the past history, and it is far scarier than you think."
Not only is it terrifying, Zhou Jinru has also seen a person who came to reality from past history. He still can't figure out the principle of breaking through reality.
Picking up the pen and swiping twice to write his name on the paper, he watched Mostema meticulously fold the paper and put it into a close-fitting secret bag. Without any rituals or spells, the positioning was completed. , which gave Zhou Jinru a sense of unreality.
"Is this the end?"
The fallen angel looked at him: "What do you think? Do you think I should recite a few incomprehensible spells, dance a little, and make some scary-looking things to eat?"
Zhou Jinru scratched his scalp: "I feel like something is missing."
"Okay, stop reading those essays and strange stories. It's the end of the eleventh century now, and I don't want to be the same as in the past."
Hearing such complaints from Mostima's mouth, Zhou Jinru's sense of unreality became even stronger...
"Okay, I'm going back, see you later."
"etc!"
She stood up and took a step forward, her figure becoming illusory, but at this moment, Zhou Jinru behind her suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the gap in history.
"Wow!"
The weight of the weightless Mostima picked up during the transition from empty to solid. He was unsteady and fell backwards, falling on top of him. Zhou Jinru leaned his back against the wall of the cabin to avoid falling.
The two of them hugged each other, and Mostima held Zhou Jinru's hand to steady himself: "What are you doing?!"
"You forgot to take your things with you."
Mostima turned around and saw that she had forgotten to bring the souvenirs. When she reached out to touch the package, her fingertips paused. She turned around little by little and stared at Zhou Jinru in surprise, eyes wide open. : "Doctor, how did you catch me just now?"
She stared at her hands. When she entered the gap in history, her speed was so fast that it was impossible to touch her no matter how close the distance was. But just now, the man next to her actually pulled her out of the gap in history! !
Maybe it's subjective time delay?
Zhou Jinru unconsciously used his subjective time-slowing ability to easily grab Mostima's hand, which was actually related to her lack of defense.
"Why can you act in my subjective time?!"
The light in her eyes became brighter and brighter, as if a lone wolf that had been away from the pack for a long time had discovered its own kind.
"Because I also have subjective time delay."
Zhou Jinru stretched out his hand forward. He moved very quickly and reached for Mostima's face. However, the opponent was even faster and grabbed his wrist.
"Disappeared?"
When Mostima's fingertips touched Zhou Jinru's wrist, she passed through it. The doctor in front of her was a phantom. The fallen angel was confused in her heart, but the smile at the corner of her mouth became thicker and thicker, letting his hand touch it. own face.
Her face was warm and her smile was full of emotion. The fallen angel was no longer a machine without emotion. Zhou Jinru felt the emotional changes in her heart for the first time.
"Interesting."
Mostima grabbed Zhou Jinru's hand, gently held it in his palms, and took a deep breath: "I will come to you again, don't be too anxious."
She jumped back slightly, and her figure gradually became illusory and disappeared in front of Zhou Jinru. This time, he did not stop her.
The beauty has gone, leaving a lingering fragrance.
Zhou Jinru stared blankly at his hands. How many did he flirt with tonight?
The doctor from Rhode Island vaguely felt that something was wrong. It was a trivial matter to flirt with a few people, but getting stabbed would be a big deal in the future.
Fallen angel, assassin, eldest lady, or big lynx, which one is more fuel-efficient?
"How could I have fallen so low since I became a doctor in Rhode Island? I must be careful in the future."
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"Good morning, Xiaoke."
Lyudmila, who was on duty today, watched expressionlessly as the man picked up the Perot man and spun him around in circles several times. He was a scumbag, as was rumored within the integration movement.
"There's no class today?"
"Today is the weekend. All study and no play will make smart children stupid."
Lyudmila pushed back angrily. She had already seen that the doctor from Rhode Island was easier to talk to than she thought. As long as he didn't mess around, he would always give in and there would be basically no quarrels.
The day's work started in the morning. As an assistant, Lyudmila quickly adapted to her new job. Sometimes she also wondered, if she stabbed him in the back, would the problem be fundamentally solved?
Of course, it was just a thought. Even if she succeeded, she would not be able to escape from the Rhode Island main ship.
"Lyudmila, after you finish your work in the morning, you can get off work."
Why did he say that?
Since going to work, except for study time, he has almost no vacation. If he brought it up at this time, could it be that he had something important to do and deliberately kept her away?
Most likely!
"If Miss Amiya sees that I'm not here, won't my salary be deducted?"
"No, I'll give you a leave note."
No, you can’t take a vacation!
Lyudmila raised her chin and said seriously: "I am your assistant. If you don't rest, I can't rest either!"
Um?
Zhou Jinru couldn't help but take another look at her. Is a shopper so ideologically aware?
"I'm going to the training ground in the afternoon, are you sure you want to come with me?"
"Yes."
"That's okay."
Zhou Jinru stood up, hung his work badge on his chest, and said, "Then come with me and do some warm-up exercises. Do you have any questions?"
For some reason, Lyudmila felt a chill and couldn't help but take a step back.
