He's a sick Cinderella

Chapter 115 [115] She can't come
An Zicheng came out of the shower, whistling in a good mood, but as soon as he opened the bedroom door, a fist the size of a sandbag hit him hard in the face!

"So..." The girl's voice was mixed with strong anger, "You are that unscrupulous perpetrator!!!"

An Zicheng: "???"

The man who had been punched inexplicably turned pale with fright when he saw the bright profiles of several characters on the computer screen!

Lowering her head, her cousin's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"That, that, but girl, you, you, listen to brother's explanation, I didn't mean to—" I wrote your name in it!

Before he finished speaking, another fist landed on him!

"An-zi-cheng! You bastard!"

"It's you who arranged such a miserable past for Lu Xiu! It's also you who let him jump off the building! You let him cool down before the cool novel started! Do you write novels like this?!"

An Zicheng: "!!!"

He was wronged! !
He only provided the most basic framework, and the specific development direction still depends on Major General Chu himself! !

and many more!

An Zicheng suddenly discovered that the reason his cousin beat him didn't seem to be because he wrote her in the novel.

*
In the past two days, the recruits clearly felt that Major An's walking posture was a bit wrong.

He was limping, as if he had suffered a serious injury.

And in the female soldier team, the short and conspicuous girl was also full of depression.

No one knew what she went through, and likewise, no one knew what An Zicheng went through, but anyone with a discerning eye could probably tell that Major An must have committed suicide again.

*
An Yeran hasn't talked to herself for two days.

An Zicheng felt that this was even more uncomfortable than beating him.

After dinner, he wanted to send a text message to his cousin to ask for forgiveness. He edited a lot, but finally deleted them all. After thinking for a long time, he finally asked cautiously, "Did you eat?"

Feeling anxiously waiting, he finally heard a "ding dong" text message notification after 3 minutes.

An Zicheng's eyes lit up and he immediately opened the text message, which contained two simple words: Hehe.

An Zicheng: "..."

Should still be angry.

He was also careless, forgot to put the folder back into the private space when sorting out the data of the fourth week.

Maybe I thought my cousin wouldn't care, but I didn't expect her to have read this novel.

But at first, he only provided the system with a basic framework of names and identities. How the plot develops later depends on Major General Chu's own spiritual consciousness. He is also very wronged.

An Zicheng rubbed his temples, feeling a little tired.

When the fourth week of research was completed, he was bored, so he wrote the story as a novel and posted it on the Internet. The plot was completely based on the development of Major General Chu's spiritual world. He actually chose to commit suicide after taking revenge on his stepmother's family.

It was the suicide that made An Zicheng discover signs that he might wake up.

Turning off the phone, the man stood up, and was about to buy some delicious food for his cousin, when he suddenly received another call.

Come to show: Research Institute, Professor Shen.

Seeing these six words, An Zicheng paused, pursed his mouth into a straight line, and wanted to pretend he didn't see it, but his comrades around him patted him on the shoulder, "What are you doing? You still haven't answered Professor Shen's phone call." ?”

An Zicheng: "..."

Pig teammates.

Sighing, An Zicheng connected the phone.

Over there was the young man's hoarse voice, which was somewhat cold.

"Major Ann?"

An Zicheng's face turned pale, and he replied, "Professor Shen, good evening."

Shen Zhizhu's voice was gentle and gentle, just like himself, always humble and elegant, "Almost a week has passed, may I ask Major An, when will you bring your cousin here?"

An Zicheng opened his mouth, even though he was very unwilling in his heart, but the words of refusal came to his lips, but it was difficult to spit them out.

At first, he thought about taking his cousin to the research institute to see if he could help Professor Shen remember something, but after meeting Professor Shen again that day, he dismissed the idea.

because.

Shen Zhizhu, it's too weird.

In the dark eyes, the young man's slightly crazy eyes made his heart tremble. He didn't know if Professor Shen remembered anything after he passed out last time, but from the young man's eyes, he saw something unusual. mean.

That was no ordinary look.

The complex emotions are intertwined into a web, he doesn't understand, but he is not stupid.

As a man, he can naturally understand the yearning and certain wishes in the youth's eyes.

Before he figured out what Shen Zhizhu wanted his cousin to do, he didn't dare to take An Yeran to the research institute rashly.

"Professor Shen...my cousin is not in a good mood recently, I think, after a while—"

"tomorrow."

Before An Zicheng could finish his sentence, he was coldly interrupted by the young man.

He paused, and his back felt a little cold.

"Tomorrow," Shen Zhizhu said, with a low voice and an unquestionable tone: "Bring your cousin here."

An Zicheng slowly put down the phone when there was a "beep" sound of hanging up the phone.

The man felt a little uneasy.

He gripped the phone tightly, but he felt a little helpless.

*
At night, the breeze blows.

Everything in the scientific research institute is cold.

In a dark observation room.

A young man in a white coat is standing beside the cold glass coffin.

The instruments around him made mechanical beeping sounds.

The pair of dark pupils quietly watched the unconscious person inside, deep and cold.

On a black machine, a number - 574 - is displayed.

Episode 570 is up.

In nearly a month, Chu Xiu committed suicide 560 nine times.

In the end, the experimenters had no choice but to temporarily shut down the spiritual world, forcing Chu Xiu's mental body into a sleep state.

Reason for suicide.

Shen Zhizhu almost knew it.

No.

The youth's eyes flickered.

perhaps.

You can call him Shen Mo.

The white jade hand gently pushed the glasses on the bridge of the nose, the silver frame reflected the cold light.

The thick and slender eyelashes drooped slightly, and his hand unconsciously caressed the pouch on his chest.

even if.

There are no pens there now.

——Sorry Lu Xiu.

The young man turned around and walked out of the observation room.

Woke up first.

perhaps.

Can be the last winner.

In the dark pupils, there is a gloomy look.

The shallow documents in his hands are all about one person.

In the name column on the first page, there are three simple characters printed.

But when they are combined.

But it has become something that can never be erased from the hearts of young people.

is that you
——An Yeran, could it be you?

*
"Ah!"

Maybe in the past two days, An Yeran started to sneeze again because of the frequent nagging by his cousin.

But as soon as she finished, a hand was stretched out in front of her, holding a bottle of Wahaha.

An Yeran turned her head, and happened to meet her cousin's fawning smile.

"Why?" An Yeran took Wahaha, and sighed a few times.

An Zicheng sat beside her, and said with a smile, "Cousin, I have something to tell you."

"what's up?"

An Zicheng said, "Later Chuzhong will go to Area C to make an inspection. It will take about ten days. Why don't you go with me to increase your knowledge?"

An Yeran was puzzled, "I'm just a newcomer to the army, what knowledge do I have?"

"It's always good to go out for a walk." An Zicheng said.

"Have you been there? You have been in the army for ten years, so it should be you or me."

An Zicheng said: "I think so too, but I still have something to do at the research institute, so I won't go."

"A group of research institutes are engaged in scientific research, what are you doing there as a soldier?"

"Oh, stop talking nonsense, sister, you go to Lieutenant General Chu, he will definitely take you there, in fact, he likes you quite a lot."

An Yeran remained expressionless, "Oh."

Like to pick her thorns, she knows.

"Okay, I'll go." An Yeran stood up bored and went to find Chu Siming.

"Have fun!" An Zicheng waved at her.

An Yeran turned his back to his cousin, and then stretched out his hand, showing a friendly gesture for international exchanges.

After the cousin disappeared from sight, the smile on the man's mouth slowly disappeared.

An Zicheng took a deep breath, with a serious face, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Professor Shen, it's me...Sorry, my cousin may not be able to come today. She was taken by General Chu to inspect Area C...Yes, I'm really sorry, I'm going to go for more than ten days."

　Mastering the stick, but aiming for the yard.

　　In the next chapter, I will meet Xiaomo.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)