In the end, Sharma actually endured it and ignored him.
When they reached the top of the mountain, a reception area like an isolation room had already been set up on a bare flat ground.
With an invisible wall sealing the inside and outside, the BSL-6 level biological protection was enough to block any level of chemical pollution. It was just short of two showers to welcome guests like Russell to take a bath.
In front of them, the table was already piled with "delicacies" — here, it specifically referred to unlimited instant noodles, cola, self-heating meals from the Astronomical Society, and compressed biscuits.
Fat otaku buffet, eat as much as you want, don't worry.
Eat your fill.
Huai Shi looked at the table full of food, speechless.
You're only giving instant noodles, why don't you give us some water!
Otherwise, are you going to let people crush it and eat it dry …
Moreover, Sharma had no intention of showing up at all.
He didn't intend to show his true face.
There was only a stone sculpture covered in moss behind the table, motionless, resting his chin on his hand, looking like a statue of a contemplator.
The indifferent middle-aged man's face was full of exotic charm. He had curly hair and a high nose bridge. He wore a petrified headscarf with an unusually elegant texture. It was decorated with layers of gold ornaments and an egg-sized ruby.
Even the stone sculpture's eyes were lowered, looking at the table, not intending to look at the visitors at all.
"You can start eating."
The stone sculpture's lips didn't move, but a cold voice was heard. "Half an hour. Finish eating and leave."
"Why so long? Fifteen minutes will be enough."
Russell didn't care at all. He sat down happily and patted Huai Shi on the shoulder. "Hurry up and eat, Huai Shi, why aren't you eating? It's rare for a senior to treat you. "
As he spoke, he divided half of the food on the table.
The corners of Huai Shi's eyes twitched, and he had no appetite.
What a joke, he was no longer the boy who could be satisfied with boiled noodles! No matter what, he was still a cooking demon from hell. Wouldn't it be delicious to roast anything he caught outside?
But he didn't dare. After all, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be the one on the grill.
He could only endure.
I'll eat later when I get out …
Russell, on the other hand, had already rolled up his sleeves and opened a pack of self-heating dry food from the Astronomy Society. He began to chew on the slices of vegetables inside before the flatbread and stew heated up.
Crunching sounds could be heard, and it seemed to whet one's appetite.
Moreover, he even took out his phone, intending to watch a video to eat.
"Hey, what's the wifi? Why can't I find it? "
"I don't have that kind of thing here."
Sharma coldly refused, "I'm not interested in what's happening outside."
Hiss!
Huai Shi sucked in several breaths of cold air and couldn't stop at all.
He fell into a state of shock.
He was even more scared than when he first learned about the Ecological Bottle.
This was the first time he had seen an otaku who was so autistic that he didn't even use the internet. Brother, are you alright? Should I get a psychiatrist to take a look?
At the side, after Russell put down his phone, he seriously suggested, "Shalma, I plan to rebuild the Heavenly State genealogy, do you want to …"
"Not interested."
Before Russell could finish, Sharma interrupted him.
Russell, on the other hand, was very calm. It was as if he didn't have time to play games with his friends. He nodded casually and said, "Okay, then forget it. Let's talk about it next time when we're free."
He wasn't persistent.
In fact, he didn't even try to persuade him anymore.
Instead, he picked up the spoon and ate the stew in the self-heating bag. Even the stuff called hot wax and olive oil could be eaten with relish.
From time to time, he would casually chat about his daily life, as if he was really here to visit.
"Speaking of which, you should have entered the Utopia earlier than me, right?" Russell asked, "If I remember correctly, you should be … in the second phase?"
"The first phase."
Sharma answered coldly, his voice flat.
"Yes, that's right. You left when I graduated from the fourth batch. I should actually call you a senior. You should also have feelings for Utopia, right?"
Russell said, "Is it convenient for you to tell me why you're not interested?"
"It's not convenient."
Sharma's answer was as concise as ever.
He was strong, so be it. A cool breeze brushed past the hills.
Even if he let Russell come to him, he still had no intention of communicating with him. No, even if he let him in, he would at most choose the best solution after weighing the pros and cons, right?
From the beginning to the end, Sharma's attitude had never wavered.
He would not change because of Russell's provocation or words, nor did he intend to record anything Russell said in his schedule.
'If you want to say something, say it. Leave after saying it, and don't come back.'
Huai Shi suddenly realized that perhaps this extremely autistic strategy might be a little fatal for Russell.
No matter how crafty and glib a magician was, he would be at his wit's end when faced with an audience who had their heads lowered and played with their phones. When the other party didn't care about the outcome of the magic trick, the dazzling process became no longer important.
However, Russell didn't seem to care at all.
It was as if he had come here just to eat and to kill time. He had randomly chosen a topic.
"But is this really a good idea?"
Russell held his spoon and asked in confusion, "If we just leave it be, Utopia might never reappear."
Sharma's stone statue had no expression and would never make any expression.
He just replied coldly, "It has nothing to do with me."
"After so many years, do you hate Utopia?" Russell asked. "I think it should be a good place. You should like it."
Sharma said, "It has nothing to do with you."
Russell raised his eyebrows slightly, seemingly helpless. "Do you hate me that much?"
"No," Sharma said. "I hate you more than that."
"Why?" Russell spread his hands blankly. "When you two quarreled, I spoke up for you. When you were beaten up, I was the one who sent you to the infirmary. I even sent you there several times!"
"Did I beg you?" Sharma said. "Maybe you should find someone else."
"Alright, I admit that at that time, I was gloating over your misfortune and wanted to show my kindness and integrity. But you didn't lose out, right?"
Russell asked, "Isn't it very pleasant for everyone to take what they need?"
"Not at all."
Sharma reminded him, "You still have five minutes."
"Then I'll have to hurry."
Russell was stunned and immediately became anxious.
Then, he buried his head and began to eat in big mouthfuls … as if it would be a pity not to finish the food in front of him.
He took a bite of the scone, a bite of the stew, and two sips of the instant drink. In between, he didn't forget to say vaguely, "Since you're not interested, I don't want to be too long-winded … However, I think Utopia is a good place. Everyone can find fun and do something there. You should be the same.
Sharma, you should really think about it. Anyway, you'll have nothing to do. It's better than being locked in a bottle, right? "
"No need."
Sharma replied without hesitation, "I'm fine by myself."
"I know it was very unpleasant back then. I can understand that you don't want to get involved in this."
Russell finished the last bite, took out a handkerchief, wiped the corner of his mouth gently, and got up to say goodbye. "However, before I leave, there's one more thing I should tell you.
You should listen carefully, Sharma. This is the only thing that has nothing to do with my purpose for coming here. "
He said, "Ying Fangzhou is dead."
In the brief silence, Huai Shi seemed to see the silent stone statue's gaze move slightly, but in the shadows, he couldn't see anything clearly.
"So? Didn't he die a long time ago? "
Sharma said coldly. "That guy was so troublesome, and not everyone liked him. He liked to play the hero so much, so it's not surprising that he died. "
"That's true. You seemed to have a bad relationship back then."
Russell seemed to have just remembered this matter. He patted his head and sighed. "If you have a blacklist, he should be at the top.
You should be the kind of person who hates cooperating with others the most, right? Especially such a rigid guy. Every time you quarreled, you would be pressed to the ground and beaten, but you couldn't beat him … "
"There's no point in bringing up the past."
Sharma didn't intend to participate in this topic.
"I know, but I think you should understand." Russell said, "He came back to life again a few days ago."
"What do you mean?"
"It's not appropriate to call it resurrection. It should be called 'reappearance', right? Although it was only for a short time. "
Russell thought for a while and sighed from the bottom of his heart. "My students witnessed the whole process with their own eyes. That guy's fighting posture was really impassioned, not inferior to back then at all.
Even if it was just listening to someone else's retelling, it made my old bones boil with blood.
Unfortunately, that guy didn't learn to accept other people's opinions in the end. He wasn't willing to be a little tactful, but he didn't take a step back either. He was still rigid.
I really don't know whether to admire or feel helpless … "
The stone statue was unmoved. It didn't even want to listen anymore.
"What does this have to do with me?"
"I just want to hear your opinion." Russell shrugged. "After all, you're the one who knows him the best among all of us."
"I don't have any opinion for you."
Sharma said, "You should go, Russell. Keep your promise and never come back."
"Okay, then goodbye."
Russell waved his hand coolly and took a step back, but left a piece of paper on the table. "There's still a long time. If you change your mind, feel free to contact me."
Sharma didn't say anything else.
The stone statue returned to silence.
When Huai Shi followed Russell out of the stone sphere and the gap of the door closed behind them, he finally couldn't hold back his doubts.
"You're leaving just like that?" he asked.
"What else?" Russell asked back. "That's an invincible creator in his own domain. If I can't persuade him, I can't beat him and bring him back, right?
Moreover, a long-term cooperative relationship is like a relationship. What's important is that both parties are willing. Pestering won't end well. "
Huai Shi only wanted to laugh coldly when he heard this. After being tricked so many times, there must be something wrong with his brain to believe a single word from him.
He said decisively, "You must have done something!"
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