2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Early the next morning, Yan Muyun felt the thin quilt on his body tighten, as if the corners were pressed down by something heavy.

He opened his eyes and faced a delicate and beautiful face with a very serious expression. Black hair hung down on both sides of the face like a waterfall, and the tips of the fragrant hair tickled his neck.

"Sure enough, I still have to go. I didn't even sleep last night." Ye Buyu frowned and said in a serious tone.

"You go down first."

"You promise to help me first."

"You go down first."

"You promise to help me first."

"You go down first."

"Promise first...ah!"

Yan Muyun suddenly exerted his strength and wrapped the other person directly with a thin quilt, then rolled him up into a big caterpillar and threw it on the bed.

"You are so perverted, you actually sleep naked." The caterpillar stuck its head out shyly.

"Don't say such misleading things, I was wearing underwear." Yan Muyun picked up his clothes and pants from the back of the chair.

After putting on his clothes, Yan Muyun suddenly hated the hot weather in South Vietnam. Because of the thin clothes he wore, it was difficult to hide something that would awaken in the hot-blooded young man in the morning.

"Didn't we agree to it yesterday? Why do you have to go now?"

"Why...hey...are you talking to me with your back to me?" Ye Buyu rolled on the bed before getting rid of the quilt that was tightly wrapped around him.

"It's a sign of respect for you."

"Huh? It's respectful to face the other person when you talk. You're so weird."

"You don't have the right to say that I'm weird." Yan Muyun said lightly: "Don't say that there is nothing, so why do you want to go out again?"

Ye Buyu knelt down on the bed and his expression became a little serious: "Because I'm not feeling well, and I'll feel uncomfortable if I don't go."

"What reason is this..."

“Do you know what OCD feels like?”

Yan Muyun was startled for a moment, why did this involve obsessive-compulsive disorder?

Although he felt a little baffled, he still thought about it carefully and replied: "I probably don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, but I know the general feeling. For example, when I was a child, if the nail of my left thumb accidentally got caught on the blackboard, although The sound is very harsh and unpleasant, but for a certain sense of 'symmetry', I will scratch it with the nail of my right thumb..."

"So, how would you feel if someone grabbed your right hand after you scratched the blackboard with your left fingernail and prevented you from scratching the blackboard again!" Ye Buyu's tone became a little excited for no reason.

"Ah... I may feel itchy and uncomfortable... This is just a symptom of my childhood. I no longer have this inexplicable habit."

Yan Muyun glanced down and made sure that something had subsided. He turned around and pulled a chair from the side to sit down. He looked at the girl sitting on the bed and said helplessly, "So, what do you want to express?"

"I feel like what you just said now!" Ye Buyu covered his heart with his hand, with a very painful expression: "If I don't confirm that thing, I will always have a feeling in my heart. Thorn."

"I probably understand."

Yan Muyun touched his chin: "We used to go out to play together as a family. Sometimes my mother would suddenly doubt whether she had closed the door in the elevator, and then let us go to the garage first, and she would go back to confirm. Even if my mother and I My brother clearly remembers that the door is closed tightly, so she must go back and confirm it with her own eyes, no matter how hard she tries to persuade her, it will be useless."

"Yes, yes, that's how it feels." Ye Buyu's eyes suddenly widened.

Then Yan Muyun changed the subject: "But that's because she forgot to close the door once when she went out, and she found it when she came back. Although nothing was lost at home, she still worried about herself every time she went out after not going far. Did you close the door? It’s like being bitten by a snake once and being afraid of a well rope for ten years... So, what is your situation? "

"I...I suspect..." Ye Buyu hesitated for a long time, and finally lost his temper: "As expected, I still can't say it. My worries are so unreasonable and disrespectful."

Yan Muyun: "..."

"So, why don't you help me?" Ye Buyu seemed to be angry and jumped up from the bed: "If you don't help me, I'll go by myself!"

Yan Muyun rolled his eyes: "It's only 6 o'clock in the morning, and San Roman doesn't open until 7:30."

"Oh." Ye Buyu was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little strange: "No, how did you know?"

"Not only do I know this, I also know that this school currently has a total of 87 students, divided into grades one to six, with more third and sixth grade students, divided into two classes. In addition to the two cooks who cook, the campus employees Apart from the five locally recruited teachers and the one security guard watching the gate, there are only the young principal named Shannon, and two others who are from the Democratic-American Federation and teach children English and science here on a voluntary basis. We’re classmates from college.”

Yan Muyun spoke out the information as if he were familiar with it, and shrugged: "I guessed that you might not give up easily, so I checked the information about this school on the Internet last night."

Ye Buyu was moved and covered his mouth with his hands: "Let's sworn sworn friends."

"Get out of here, a mere 20-year-old girl wants to be my brother, but you don't have the qualifications yet."

...

Although they were banned by Xing Xiuxian's explicit order, the two-meter-high courtyard wall of the Special Branch was naturally unable to stop the two genetic warriors.

After asking Wei Min and Yan Long to stay and help cover, Yan Muyun and Ye Buyu found a deserted corner and climbed out of the wall easily.

The two walked and ate along the way, and arrived at the street of St. Roman School at about 7:10.

A few minutes later, Yan Muyun saw a South Vietnamese girl in her early twenties who was dressed in simple clothes and had a dark complexion walking out of an alley not far away. Her eyes lit up and she stepped forward to meet her.

"Hello, excuse me, are you Teacher Li Xiuyang, right?"

The South Vietnamese girl who was accosted took a step back warily. After seeing clearly that there was a girl of similar age beside this tall strange man, her expression relaxed slightly: "I am, who are you?"

"Oh, I am Yan Muyun, she is Ye Buyu, we are both from China." Yan Muyun showed a harmless smile on his face, and said with great sincerity: "We are self-media in China, and it happened that yesterday I met Principal Shannon of this school and had a brief chat. We all admired what he did. So I want to go to the school to interview him and share his deeds with more people in the country. Is that okay?"

As he spoke, he also took out an old SLR camera and waved it in his hand to prove his identity.

Well, it was forcibly borrowed from Wei Min.

Yan Muyun was confident that his words were perfect and it would be difficult for the other party to refuse.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyang shook his head very decisively after hearing this, without even the slightest hesitation: "Teacher Shannon doesn't like to be interviewed. He can't agree to it. Besides, let alone interviews, you can't even enter the school. Go. To ensure the safety of students, no strangers are allowed inside."

Yan Muyun had a toothache: "Not necessarily, please be accommodating..."

"No, no, no, no, no." Li Xiuyang never thought that he would stop listening and cover his ears and run straight to the school gate.

Looking at her hastily leaving, Yan Muyun and Ye Buyu looked at each other with helpless expressions.

"Oh, we seem to have become the focus of attention." Ye Buyu said in a calm tone.

Yan Muyun looked forward. At the gate of St. Roman Campus, a South Vietnamese girl, Li Xiuyang, was whispering to a middle-aged man with a slim figure and wearing a blue uniform. In the middle of the conversation, he reached out and pointed in the direction of the two of them.

Needless to say, the guard must pay close attention to the two of them and never let them into the school.

"It seems that we can only activate Plan B." Ye Buyu said seriously.

"We have Plan B." Yan Muyun was shocked.

"No." Ye Buyu shook his head slightly and said calmly: "But it seems more professional to say it this way."