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P. 85
After turning off the lights, the moonlight was a little dim, which made the man's eyes look wet, and he only revealed his faint one at this time, but it was by no means a nostalgia that he could give up overnight.
The next day Rong Qiu returned to the cold and bullishness, which was reflected in his slightly frizzy hair and kicked off his slippers with a word.
Zhao Nanchen was very good and had breakfast.
Four bacon vegetable sandwiches, two cups of milk, two white boiled eggs.
Seeing Rong Qiu, he called out: "Xiao Qiu!"
Rong Qiu glanced at him and pulled the chair and sat down.
This meal was not moved by Rongqiu's milk.
Zhao Nanchen didn't notice that he was packing the lunch box: "Xiao Qiu, I can take your car to work today ~ I made lunch in advance, we can eat it at noon."
"Rowβ¦β¦"
After eating, Rong Qiu took the key and went out.
Zhao Nanchen also followed him to get on the car, holding a large transparent food bag in his hand. Rong Qiu glanced at him lightly. He could see the two large bento boxes inside.
It is really hard to imagine that he thought it would be a stinging Zhao Nanchen, and the craftsmanship of cooking was really good.
There are also various dishes.
Rong Qiu agreed to live like this for the time being.
It wasn't until one day when Dean Qian personally blocked at the door of his research room, Rong Qiu remembered what he seemed to have forgotten.
"Isn't your experiments ending? I haven't seen the commander Qin?"
Rong Qiu blinked and patted his mind: "I forgot to be busy, I have time this afternoon!"
He pulled out his mobile phone, and the page was pulled to see an avatar S -Class Alpha with a pot of soil seedlings.
Rong Qiu: Does Commander Qin be free in the afternoon? I can end the experiment in the morning.
There was no reply immediately.
But Rong Qiu shook his mobile phone towards Dean Qian. He seemed to know what Dean Qian was going to say. He blocked it in advance: "Rest assured, I must talk well and coax the general commander of others."
Dean Qian: Believe your ghost.
When it was approaching, Rong Qiu received a reply from Alpha.
Commander Qin: OK.
Rong Qiu: Where to see? Or the office?
Commander Qin: Um.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, Rong Qiu's experimental data was finally summarized. This material he newly studied can be used for the mobility of the mech. If it is promoted and used, the incidence of accidents in the mech disintegration will be greatly reduced.
After handing over the experimental data, withdrawing from the personal system, Rong Qiu stretched his waist, and finally took off the white coat to "get off work" in advance.
Yes, in order to mobilize the enthusiasm of him to meet with the leaders, an elderly man asked him to get off work in advance and give him a day off for tomorrow.
Rong Qiu rushed to the office area of ββthe Thirteenth Military Region.
It looked very close on the map, but it took Rong Qiu half an hour to drive, because he had to stop every other way for identity verification.
Being forced to stop and wait for an inspection feels like being forced to wait for a red light, or waiting for a red light frequently.
So when Rong Qiu arrived at the solemn and solemn office area, his face was pale, and every step he took was like rushing to kill the enemy. According to his memory of signing the mecha patent contract when he came here last time, if he wants to successfully reach the commander-in-chief office, at least three times to be checked by various instruments...
Good thing someone picked him up.
It's a beta non-commissioned officer: "It's Mr. Rong, please."
Someone took him, and Rong Qiu only did iris recognition when he entered the door, and then went directly to the top floor.
"Are you a non-commissioned officer of the commander-in-chief?"
Sergeant beta seems to know what he means: "Commander is good to beta."
Rong Qiu said dryly "Oh", not interested.
Sergeant Beta smiled: "Our commander-in-chief is still in a meeting, and it may take a moment for Mr. Rong to wait."
Rong Qiu nodded.
He is now sitting in an office chair.
Sergeant Beta seemed to be very at ease with him, brought him here, nodded and left, leaving Rong Qiu alone in the huge office.
For some reason, Rong Qiu didn't feel good about this office.
Although the area is large, the windows are extraordinarily small. There are still many documents on the table, which are neatly stacked in two columns. Rong Qiu didn't look at it much. He sniffed at the tip of his nose. Just finished a metal survey experiment, so it's a bit familiar.
But it was limited to being familiar with, and if he asked him what kind of metal it was, Rong Qiu couldn't think of it.
Maybe he smelled it wrong?
After all, this office seems to have been newly renovated. When he came here last time, it was not like this.
In short, Rong Qiu felt strange.
He couldn't help holding his breath.
Wouldn't it be the smell of formaldehyde...
Alpha seems to be in a particularly bad mood today, or has something on his mind, because the man's eyes flashed with indifference and cold light, and the bright lights in the conference room during the day poured into his dark pupils, bringing out his innate nobility. Invisibly magnified with arrogance.
Halfway through, the man suddenly lowered his head and glanced at his watch, and the dissatisfaction in his eyebrows overflowed even more clearly.
This action is like a horn that urges acceleration.
Everyone below the alpha or beta, or even the rare omega, shuddered.
These officers of the 13th Military Region Division, who had been rectified many times, tightened their skin and accelerated the speed of reporting. The report that originally took 30 minutes to end, ended 10 minutes earlier.
As soon as the meeting was over, the alpha left the room.
The footsteps do not stop.
"How long has he been here?"
"thirty minutes."
"..."
The man's footsteps were faster, but when he walked outside the office door, he suddenly stopped.