I’m In Charge of SCP

Chapter 332: Figured out

Yang Xue didn't know how to summarize her feelings.

A year ago, her life had only the words of research, experimentation, survival and death.

Occasionally seeing the bright stars in the news, she always feels that she and the other party are not in the same world.

She knows why.

Most of her life is spent on the site.

I face those horrible projects and endless experiments all day long.

She felt like a machine without emotions. Although it was always running, it looked the same every day.

She can even imagine her life twenty or even fifty years from now.

But she doesn't regret it, father and uncle also came here.

It is impossible for everyone to have a good life. Someone has to do something, and someone has to sacrifice.

This idea lasted for a long time, until... his arrival.

This person named Zhang Jue has added a lot of vitality to her dull and boring life.

For the first time, she felt that being alive is fun.

At this moment, she was leaning against the head of the bed, looking at the back who was laying the bedding on the floor, she felt a little warm in her heart.

The house Yang Xue bought was a one-bedroom, after all, she only had so much money.

Every time he spends the night here, Zhang Jue sleeps on the sofa in the living room.

But this time, the air conditioner was broken.

In fact, the air conditioner in the living room is almost never turned on.

But sometimes, things are just like this, you use it, it’s okay, you don’t use it, but it breaks out inexplicably on its own.

Zhang Jue patted the air conditioner that was higher than him twice, and successfully changed it from not being able to cool down to being unable to turn on.

Jiangzhou in July is already very hot, especially at night, there is no wind at all, and it is very boring.

There is no mat on the sofa. If you sleep on it for one night, it is probably not very comfortable.

Yang Xue couldn't bear to let Zhang Jue suffer such a crime, and finally decided to let him come to her bedroom to lay the floor.

"Oh, how am I embarrassed."

Zhang Jue said, then jumped down twice to get his quilt.

Said it was his quilt, in fact, it was also Yang Xue's.

From her senior year to postgraduate entrance examination and postgraduate entrance examination, she has lived here for several years.

Zhang Jue took a shower in her bathroom. After lying down, he pulled up the thin air-conditioning quilt and sniffed hard: "It's really fragrant."

Yang Xue blushed.

But Zhang Jue shouldn't be able to see it, because her face was flushed with hot water not long after washing.

Even in summer, girls have to take hot baths.

Looking at Zhang Jue, whose head was under the quilt under the bed, Yang Xue couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile.

I just feel that he is always childish and not serious.

Sleeping in the same room with a man is an experience Yang Xue has never had before.

Even if I went to CS City with him two months ago, I booked two rooms.

In a few months, she will be celebrating her 27th birthday.

Seeing Bensan's age, he is not too young.

In fact, she knows that even if a girl of this age is not married, she probably lives with her boyfriend and spends her ears together every day.

But she is busy. Those experiments can't be done. How can she have time to think about this kind of thing.

I have always used this reason to deceive myself before.

But Zhang Jue broke this balance.

Over the past year, they have experienced so many things, enough to write a short story.

There are dangers, but as long as he is around, everything is not a problem.

But the last layer of window paper was not broken by anyone.

Yang Xue is a girl after all, so she can't pull Zhang Jue directly into her bed.

She also has her own pride.

She could actually guess why Zhang Jue didn't mention this matter—because of the coming end.

Time is the best thing to slip away without people paying attention.

At first, it was said that it was three years later, but after careful calculation, there is actually only a little more than two years.

Strange incidents occur frequently all over the world, and even the projects that have been contained in the Administration have begun to become active.

Zhang Jue has been putting out the fire everywhere, and he has no time to catch his breath.

Although he had never shouted tired himself, Yang Xue loved him a little bit.

Fortunately, she was no longer the researcher who could only scream at the beginning, and could do something for him silently, even if not much.

After turning off the lights, the room was completely dark, and the curtains provided a good shading effect.

The two lie up and down like that, and can hear each other's breathing.

The time is ten o'clock in the evening, if it is at the site, they would not rest so early.

But now at home, without those equipment, and the two have no habit of watching TV, after rejecting Zhang Jue's proposal to take off the landlord, they could only lie down early.

Yang Xue secretly took off her underwear and put it aside, and then listened to the person saying: "Dr. Yang, I slept to death. Don't do anything angry with me at night."

Yang Xue sighed, this is the first complaint by the wicked, she somewhat wanted to put her underwear back on.

Seeing Yang Xue didn't speak, Zhang Jue raised his hand and touched it on the edge of her bed.

Feeling his movements, Yang Xue hurriedly shrank inward: "Touching something indiscriminately!"

Zhang Jue lay on the pillow and smiled: "I'm afraid you will step on me at night."

What is the relationship between the two? Yang Xue didn't want to understand for a long time.

"rogue."

"Thanks for the compliment."

"..."

I don't know if it was because of lying down too early or there was a man in the house. Yang Xue tossed over and over again and found that she couldn't sleep.

"Zhang Jue?"

She tried to scream slightly.

"Huh?" Zhang Jue replied, "Can't sleep?"

"Um."

"It just happens that I can't sleep either, or I will tell you a ghost story."

boom!

"Why are you hitting me with a pillow."

"you deserve it."

"I'm telling you Dr. Yang, if you don't apologize today, I won't return this pillow to you-um~ fragrant!"

Yang Xue wanted to stretch her leg to kick him, but she was wearing a nightdress and no underwear. After thinking about it, she didn't dare to move.

Zhang Jue, this person, will go when he sees the cheapest, and he won't be given this opportunity.

Hearing that he wanted to tell ghost stories, Yang Xue suddenly remembered that when two people were exploring 087 (the stairwell) together, he seemed to say the same.

At that time, he had only just become a consultant, and time flies so fast.

The corners of Yang Xue's mouth curled up slightly: "I want to join the Anti-Zhang Jue Volunteer League."

"Sorry, I disagree."

"?"

Zhang Jue said hey: "Because I am the boss of the anti-Zhang Jue Volunteer League."

"..."

Yang Xue suddenly began to sympathize with those people.

Under the leadership of Zhang Jue against Zhang Jue, what good results can there be.

This kind of thing can only be done by someone as boring as him.

In the darkness, Zhang Jue turned over and faced Yang Xue's bed: "Forget it, don't tell ghost stories, let me guess a riddle for you."

"Hmm..." Feeling his movement, Yang Xue pursed her mouth and turned around to face him face to face.

"Dr. Yang, guess what is the scariest song?"

"..."

Yang Xue always feels that Zhang Jue's brain circuit is different from others.

Two people lie here, talking about guessing riddles, guessing word riddles, guessing lantern riddles, guessing brainstorming, saying something bad, guessing the scariest song...

Yang Xue sighed, and calmly thought about it.

When she was in school, she accidentally listened to a song called "Wedding Clothes" on the recommendation of her classmates. Both the tune and the lyrics were very frightening, which can be said to be one of her shadows.

After listening to that song, she was so scared that she didn't sleep well for several days.

Later I heard that the song was blocked, and I don’t know if I can find it now.

But since it is a riddle, it shouldn't be the "most horrible" one according to normal logic.

Especially Zhang Jue's riddle, she really couldn't figure it out.

After thinking for a few minutes, she said, "I can't think of it."

"I can give you a hint, it's a nursery rhyme." In the dark, she could feel Zhang Jue's proud energy. It seemed to stump her. It was a very fulfilling thing, like a child. Same.

Is the scariest song actually a nursery rhyme?

Yang Xue thought and thought, but still couldn't figure out the answer.

"what exactly is it?"

"Kiss me and I'll tell you."

"Rogue, forget it."

"Well, good night."

Two minutes later.

"What is it exactly?"

"Hahahaha, Dr. Yang, it's not okay to be shameless, come and kiss-oops, lightly kick, lightly kick, I tell you, I tell you that's it-it's "Planting the Sun"."

In the darkness, Yang Xue retracted her feet and snatched her pillow by the way.

"Planting the Sun" turned out to be the scariest song?

She didn't react for a while.

Then I listened to Zhang Jue's male duck singing.

"I have a wish to be beautiful, so that when I grow up I can sow the sun."

"Sow one seed, one is enough, it will bear many, many suns."

"One for the Antarctic, and one for the Arctic Ocean."

"One hangs, hangs in winter, one hangs at night, hangs at night~"

There is no need for Zhang Jue to finish singing, Yang Xue will know what he means.

Planting so many suns, the earth is over.

Although she knew the answer, she still felt that Zhang Jue's brain circuit was abnormal.

It's not normal to even bring yourself.

…

The night is already very deep.

Yang Xue still couldn't fall asleep.

Listening to the steady breathing under the bed, she felt that she had never felt so relieved.

What if the end of the world comes, as long as you can face it with him, there is nothing to be afraid of.

In the darkness, Yang Xue slightly raised her head, looked under the bed, and looked at the fuzzy figure.

The temperature of the air conditioner is not low.

Zhang Jue leaned over, sandwiched her quilt, hummed a few times in his sleep, and didn't know who he was arguing with.

Yang Xue raised the corner of her mouth.

I didn't expect him to sleep in a cute posture, if only I could hug him to sleep.

She was taken aback by her sudden thoughts.

My face is very hot, I don't need to look at it to know, it must be red to the base of my ears.

Yang Xue sighed.

Since meeting him, she and her name seem to have gone farther and farther away.

It is no longer the legendary "Iceberg Beauty" in that school.

Will be amused by him knowingly smile, will also be gritted teeth by him.

But no matter what, the heart of wanting to be with him has not changed.

There are more than two years left, and Yang Xue doesn't know if she can wait until that time.

…

The next day, Yang Xue went to visit her uncle Yang Wenbo as planned, and Zhang Jue went with him.

After the site14 site invasion incident, Yang Wenbai took the blame and resigned. He was amnesticized and overwritten by the administration. He is now at home. He heard that he raised a parrot and played with him all day.

But he no longer knew Zhang Jue.

Seeing Yang Xue coming back with a strange man, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed.

"Come here, sit down, I said why Cher comes back to see me in time-boy, you're welcome, drink tea."

Of course Zhang Jue would not be polite with him, and sat down on the sofa.

"Young man, what's your name, what are you doing now?"

"Zhang Jue, in the same company as Dr. Yang, is her supervisor."

"You're a supervisor at a young age, and you have a bright future. Xueer usually troubles you."

"Ah, it's okay, it's just kicking me—his—"

Zhang Jue gasped, and he didn't need to look at it to know that the tender meat on his waist must have been purple.

"I'm going to cook." Yang Xue glared at him and turned to the kitchen.

Yang Xue was cutting vegetables in the kitchen, but her ears stood up.

Not long after, there was the laughter of the two masters in the living room.

I don't know what Zhang Jue and his uncle said, this dead man is familiar with everyone.

Yang Xue rubbed her face with the back of her hand, it seemed a little hot.

A not-so-rich lunch is ready.

When Yang Xue came out of the kitchen, the two were playing chess.

"Lao Yang, this is your third time regretting chess, I will remember it for you."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, you see, even if I regret the game, it won't hurt. I can't control the situation..."

"You pick up the car that you ate again and call it Wudam Daya..."

"Young people, know how to respect the old and love the young..."

"Well, you regret it, you regret it..."

Yang Xue smiled.

Since he retired, my uncle has a lot of smiles on his face. She usually can hear him when she calls. He is now at ease.

Probably without the pressure of the project, I became more and more energetic.

Just like those neighbors' grandparents, urging her to find a boyfriend.

After eating, Zhang Jue went to the bathroom, and Yang Wenbai carefully pulled her aside.

He glanced in the direction of the bathroom: "Boyfriend?"

"Just ordinary friends."

"You have been in school for so many years, I haven't seen any friend you brought to the house for dinner."

"Uncle, you think too much."

"Listening to my uncle’s advice, it’s better to have someone by my side than alone. Look at my uncle now, a lonely family member, who can only tease parrots all day long. You are cold, uncle knows, but you can’t be cold forever? You should take the initiative. Girls’ clothes are a little softer and more effective than boys.”

"Oh uncle, don't talk about it."

Yang Xue is a girl, and Yang Wenbai can't say too much.

Zhang Jue and Yang Xue stayed with him all afternoon until the sunset went down.

The sun slowly set, the sky darkened, the two walked side by side in the park next to the community, and no one spoke.

Yang Xue lowered her head and kept thinking about the two of them.

She likes Zhang Jue, there is nothing to say, otherwise she would not hang out with him, or even let him spend the night in her bedroom.

But does Zhang Jue like her? She thinks it should be, but she is a little bit uncertain.

Zhang Jue is a person with many tricks and a stomach of bad water, even she can't tell which words of him are true and which words are false.

Even if one day, he stood in front of her and told her that his name was fake, his identity was fake, all of them were fake, and he was just playing with her, she wouldn't be surprised.

If this is the case, will you regret it?

It didn't take long for Yang Xue to figure out the answer—no.

No matter what, I still like him.

His scorn, his cynicism, and even the smirk from the corners of his mouth were deeply imprinted in her mind, lingering.

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At that moment, Yang Xue seemed to have figured it out.

All the shackles that had trapped her before were all opened.

Suddenly a sense of clarity.

Since I like him, what do you still care about the end of the world? Do you still care if it can last for a long time?

Seize the day.

Yang Xue clenched her fists, nails deeply into the flesh, forcing herself to take the initiative to take a step forward.

"Zhang Jue, I..."