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She collapsed in the office chair, facing the appearance of Old Man Dong, staring at the topographic map in a daze.

Soon after being exposed (exposed) by Shu Jun, she returned to City Y. Preparations for the recent reunion celebration were the most important thing. Her tour stopped and the time spent working as "Old Man Dong" naturally increased. Although the previous dual life was exhausting, it could give her a subtle satisfaction.

She doesn't like singing, but she did her best. She deliberately learned tactics and achieved impressive results.

She is not the marionette of the Xia family, she is better than all of them, and she plays everyone around - even if it is not comparable to Zhu Yanchen's paranoia, she can still be proud. This sense of accomplishment is extremely addictive.

But Shu Jun punctured the soap bubble easily.

He uncovered her disguise lightly, as if it were a trivial matter. The moment he was uncovered, anger suddenly rushed into his brain, accompanied by a little fear and embarrassment.

Now she doesn't feel the slightest sense of accomplishment, but feels like a clown again. In the eyes of the insider, this tossing is just self-satisfaction like playing house?

The sweetness is gone, the bitter part becomes more bitter, and the whole game becomes boring. Xia Liang stood up irritably and started walking towards Zhu Yanchen's office. Today Zhu Yanchen is going back to her place of residence, and she has to hand in the reports for the past few days.

When she walked to the door, the guard politely blocked her: "Lao Dong, Marshal Zhu is on a conference call."

"Yeah." She squeezed her throat, and the joy of "playing" gradually faded. "Then I will come back later."

In Zhu Yanchen's office, the light screen hangs in the middle of the room.

On the other side of the screen, Zhu Shengduan sat on a wooden chair and sipped tea slowly: "How are you preparing for the reunion celebration?"

"I have seen the latest planning plan, and the materials and manpower are in place. The old four have stopped a lot, and the reunion celebration itself is the sweetness, and they will not rebound too much." Zhu Yanchen responded indifferently. "The focus is on the Tang family. The Tang family is a big business owner. We make the plan for the reunion celebration, which is actually their home court. They will definitely take this opportunity to support Yining."

"I have made great progress, and I am becoming more and more like him." Zhu Sheng commented casually. "When'Zhu Yanchen' comes back, there is no need to go through the process again. After the reunion celebration, the big vote will begin. Yi Ning leads in the number of votes because of his support for the increase of production by the He (chengcheng) people. You can come up with a more suitable plan. …I’ve prepared the speech, and you will memorize it today."

"understand."

"And, I heard something very interesting." Zhu Sheng sipped his tea, "Did you move the city defense of Y city?"

"The players gather, just in case." Zhu Yanchen bowed his head. "Regarding the erosion marsh near City X, Blackbird has provided anomalous reports. Although during the festival, the City Defense Council mentioned level b, I think level a is more appropriate."

"A-level is against eclipse storms. Letting you learn from Zhu Yanchen is not asking you to learn from his over-cautiousness. That's fine, the order has already been issued, and it's not trivial to withdraw it, it will only fall into the limelight...no next time."

Zhu Yanchen's response was not emotional: "Yes."

...

"I suspect you don't want to recite your speech." After the meeting, Xia Yufeng said dissatisfied. "If you have troublesome work, you are leaving."

Zhu Yanchen ignored him.

"I really don't understand you." After reading the speech for a while, Xia Yufeng sighed. "Marshal, I wish the old man wrote well."

"..."

"After all, the Tang family is in business. The mouse is short-sighted. Just let Yining promote the private ownership of the (cheng) people. Zhu Lao intends to create real'life players' and make them obey the coalition government... Look at this, and attach it. A new research report says that it is possible to make Hecheng people into other forms to prevent human empathy. There is no such means in Yining, and the future is bright."

Xia Yufeng looked regretful, looking at him wishing that he was really "Zhu Yanchen" himself. The Zhusheng rice was chewed and fed to his mouth, but this person didn't eat it.

"Have you been in the marginal stronghold for these years, still this kind of thinking?" Unable to bear the noise of Xia Yufeng, Zhu Yanchen finally spoke.

"Ah, what else can I think? Isn't this impossible. In such a big environment, someone has to sacrifice. It's not human beings who sacrifice, it's not very good—"

"Someone said a word to me," Zhu Yanchen continued to look through the detailed plan of the reunion celebration. "If something is based on deception and exploitation, there must be hidden dangers behind it."

"Anyway, it's been okay for two hundred years." Xia Yufeng muttered lowly with a look of hatred for iron and steel. "When is it all? When we are alive, we can do nothing, pretend to be a saint."

There was another knock at the door, and Xia Yufeng swallowed his words and quickly hid in the lounge.

Xia Liang dressed up as the old man Dong entered the door, pulling a face: "Come on, say a good check and protection plan. Regarding your arrangement with Shu Jun, I have formulated three plans."

"Yeah." Zhu Yanchen turned on the light screen and unfolded Ai Xiaoxiao's message smoothly, and the dazzling compound name was blurred.

"There is a sentence you may not like to listen to, but I have to say it." Xia Liang hugged her arms, her face still stretched. "Don't underestimate Shu Jun. He looks harmless when he is with you. The rest of the time is different."

"Yeah." Not only was Marshal Zhu not alert, he seemed to be a little bit happy.

"I used to treat him as a weapon, used by humans. It seems that he is no less careful than you. At least I have to admit that I may be inferior to him."

"He guessed who you are?" Zhu Yanchen said while looking at the plan.

"..."

"Coerced you?"

"Yes."

"Oh." Zhu Yanchen said.

"'Oh'?" Xia Liang couldn't help raising her voice, "Is it over?"

"I believe him. Just forget it at the beginning, and now he knows the overall situation-Shu Jun really wants to hide it, and with his ability, we won't be aware of it."

"..." Xia Liang was a little blocked. Have these two guys seen the same script? What about the skeptical style of Marshal Zhu's murdered delusion, and the pessimistic perspective?

"I'm going back tonight, I will figure out this matter." Looking at Xia Liang, who was in a bad mood, Zhu Yanchen added. "Anything else to report?"

"...No more." Xia Liang said, "Hurry up and see the plan. I want to drink tonight, don't contact me."

"it is good."

At midnight, Zhu Yanchen skillfully modified the monitoring and left the command center. When he arrived at the settlement, it was about to dawn. Zhu Yanchen stopped in the morning market, hesitated for a moment, and bought two cans of drinks.

Yesterday was his birthday.

He hasn't celebrated in many years, or even thought about it in many years. When I was in a video call with Zhu Sheng yesterday, the time stamp on the light screen reminded him. When the two were young, Shu Jun would celebrate his birthday very seriously. He would even make two silly pointed hats, and then tie vulgar bows to gifts.

When such a person returned to him, some parts of his heart gradually became conscious, and he couldn't help but do something boring.

As soon as Zhu Yanchen entered the hotel, Uncle Pan stood up and said, "Grayclaw, the smoke is back!"

There was a rumbling running sound in the corridor, Shu Jun almost flashed in front of Zhu Yanchen, holding a black cloth in his hand aggressively.

Zhu Yanchen: "???"

"Oh, you can wait for me to die. Come, come, fasten." Shu Jun's eyes shone, and his voice mysteriously lowered. "I have very important things to tell you."

Before Zhu Yanchen could react, he tied the cloth strips on Zhu Yanchen's mask, pulled him up and left, his sharp nails almost broke Marshal Zhu's coat.

The other party looked excited, Zhu Yanchen's heartbeat couldn't help but get a little faster.

The door was opened and creaked softly.

Shu Jun hurriedly entered the door and pressed Zhu Yanchen onto the sofa. On Monday when Zhu Yanchen's leg was pushed to one side, the latter made a deep hiss.

When it finally arrived, Shu Jun cleared his throat solemnly. A pair of paws pressed Zhu Yanchen's shoulders tightly.

"A Yan, in fact, I thought a lot when you were away." Shu Jun put out the most sincere tone of his life. "I also know that this kind of behavior may affect the trust (guan) relationship between us... but I have to do this, I hope you can understand. In the case of both of us, concealment will only make it worse."

Zhu Yanchen was pressed on the sofa by Shu Jun, motionless, his shoulders gradually stiffened.

Shu Jun raised his arms and began to untie Zhu Yanchen's mask. The two were very close, and despite Shu Jun's attention, his shoulder almost touched Zhu Yanchen's face.

Zhu Yanchen even held his breath.

"Look!" Finally, Shu Jun took off the obstructive mask, and the black cloth that was covering it fell off.

The lighting in the room was a little bright, Zhu Yanchen slowly opened his eyes.

A clue wall filled with clues slammed into his field of vision, and the two images in the center were particularly eye-catching-a detailed topographic map of an unknown area with the distribution of eroded swamps. The other is a sketch of a certain coastline, and the monsters inside are quite visually striking.

Zhu Yanchen: "..."

Shu Jun: "..."

For a while, the atmosphere was a bit cold. Zhu Yanchen's expression was quite tense, a bit dazed in the tension.

Shu Jun hummed twice, and the other party's reaction was different from what he thought: "...what, I went to see sigma, by the way, I remembered its dignity, and I saw the formation of a brain-eclipse process……"

After half a minute, Zhu Yanchen hummed quietly: "I'll take a look first, and I'll ask you later."

Shu Jun thought he had acted too boldly, so this person was still on guard. But he observed carefully, and Zhu Yanchen's face was not alert or alienated, only a slight disappointment.

Forget it, he thought. This is the best approach from a strategic point of view, and A Yan will always understand that his business hasn't been finished yet.

"Don't watch it. I'll talk after breakfast. I'm all ready to eat." Shu Jun pulled the rope next to the clue wall, and the concealed curtain fell instantly, almost covering Zhu Yanchen's head.

Zhu Yanchen nodded, walked to the table like sleepwalking, and stared at the cup on the table seriously.

"Run so fast (gan)?" Shu Jun dissatisfied. He opened the closet and took out two things from it. Then he walked up quickly and snapped one of them on Marshal Zhu's head.

Only then did Zhu Yanchen recover from the icy tension. He looked at the papery pointed hat in Shu Jun's hand, and his expression gradually eased.

"Don't even think about the cake. It took me a lot of effort to get the (Milk Nai) oil." Shu Jun took out a plate from the cupboard, and put a large bread on it. ) Oil, and also put a candle crookedly. "You were absent yesterday, just as we celebrated one day later. The current situation is tense, and I owe the gift first, and then I will make it up after the battle-happy birthday, A Yan.

He set aside the plate and sat down against Zhu Yanchen.

Zhu Yanchen stared at the candle for a long time, his expression was completely relieved, but his eyes became more complicated. He silently blew out the candles and carefully cut the bread coated with (Milk Nai) oil.

"Oh, you still make a wish with your eyes closed now." Shu Jun smiled while resting his cheek in one hand. "What's Xu?"

Zhu Yanchen shook his head.

"... It won't be unhelpful to say it. Ayan, when I was a child, now we are both almost thirty-"

"Wish sixteen years ago, I can tell you now."

"what?"

"I hope you can live longer than me." Zhu Yanchen stretched out a hand and patted Shu Jun's back lightly. "Now it seems that it has indeed been achieved, so it is useful not to say it."

Shu Jun didn't know what to say for a moment. He looked at the other's calm face, his throat a little sore.

"Now let's continue." Zhu Yanchen picked up the cut (Milk Nai) bread and stood up. "How did you fool sigma and what did you see in sigma-I want to hear the details."

"..."

"and also."

Zhu Yanchen added a sentence gently, and Shu Jun subconsciously shrank his neck.

"Thank you, the cake is very good."

"That's not a cake."

"I know."