Although Mo Cheng was young, he was the one who had the final say in the laboratory. Usually, he was the one who had the final say in the laboratory. Even when he reprimanded the older researchers, he did not give them any face. But now, he was driving for her. If those people saw this, they would definitely be envious.
Mo Cheng slowly parked the car in front of the female dormitory and answered Jiujiu's question. "You are different from them."
Jiujiu was a genius like him. He had always been very tolerant of geniuses.
Jiujiu understood what Mo Cheng meant. She smiled and said, "You have good taste. After the photolithography machine is finished, are you interested in studying fighter jets with me?"
Mo Cheng was speechless.
Seeing Mo Cheng's dazed expression, Jiujiu burst out laughing. "Okay, I won't joke with you. I have to go back to the dormitory. Otherwise, I won't be able to go back."
Of course, she was joking with Mo Cheng. The Chinese Academy of Sciences had already informed the dormitory management that no matter how late Jiujiu came back, they had to leave the door open for Jiujiu.
Mo Cheng did not know about this. When he heard Jiujiu say that she would not be able to go back if she did not go back, he quickly nodded to show that he understood.
Jiujiu got out of the car. When she walked to the door of the dormitory, she suddenly saw a person standing under the parasol tree.
To be exact, it was a man. He was wearing a dark blue suit and his hair was neatly combed. Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned around slightly. When he saw Jiujiu, the corners of his mouth turned up and revealed a gentle smile. "Jiujiu, you are back."
His tone was gentle with obvious intimacy. Those who did not know would think that they were a couple who had been dating for a long time.
In fact, this was the first time they had met in private.
Although Jiujiu ignored Song Yan, Jiujiu did not expect Song Yan to be waiting for her downstairs. She was stunned for a moment before she walked up to Song Yan and asked, "What's the matter?"
Even though Jiujiu's tone was as cold as ice, it did not destroy the gentleness in Song Yan's eyes. Song Yan's lips curled into an impeccable smile, and the way he looked at Jiujiu was as gentle as a pool of warm water, infinitely tolerant of any of Jiujiu's little tantrums.
Song Yan chuckled and said helplessly, "I sent you a message but you didn't reply. I was worried about you so I came to see you."
"I see!" Jiujiu nodded, but there was no trace of excitement on her face. She only looked at Song Yan and said, "I didn't reply on purpose. Is there anything else? If there's nothing else, I'll head upstairs first. "
Although it was not bone-chilling on an October night, it was not particularly pleasant.
Song Yan thought that when he said that he had specially come because Jiujiu did not reply to his message, Jiujiu would definitely be touched and throw herself into his arms. He did not expect that after he said that, he would be met with the words, "I didn't reply on purpose."
Song Yan's heart instantly sank, and the gentleness in his eyes turned into an unfathomable gaze. The smile on his lips deepened, and he asked gently, "Why? Aren't we friends?"
Shouldn't friends be the ones who reply to messages in a timely manner?
Jiujiu instantly smiled at Song Yan's answer.
After a few months of recuperation, Jiujiu's appearance had changed so much that it could be described as a complete rebirth.
Jiujiu's skin was as tender and white as porcelain. Jiujiu's cheeks were much fuller than when she was at the Meng residence, showing off her childish baby fat. Coupled with her slightly round eyes, she looked like a pure and flawless white kitten. She was mischievous, cute, and full of mystery.
For example, at this moment, when Jiujiu was looking directly at him, his heart began to race uncontrollably.
In the past, even if Meng Chacha looked at him, his heart would at most beat a few more times. It was not like today, where it was racing non-stop.
Song Yan was extremely shocked by his own reaction, but he said, "Why? Why aren't we friends anymore? Jiujiu, I'm very sad to hear you say that. "
Although Song Yan said that he was sad, there was not a trace of sadness in his eyes.
Jiujiu was too lazy to beat around the bush with Song Yan, so she said bluntly, "Song Yan, I call you Big Brother Song because you're older than me, not because I'm young and easy to fool. You know very well whether we're friends or not. Besides, I've always known that the person you like is Meng Chacha, not me. I'm not interested in being Meng Chacha's substitute. Goodbye."
Jiujiu's words were sharp and directly cut through Song Yan's sanctimonious facade, digging out his filthy heart and the most wretched thoughts in the depths of his heart.
Panic appeared on Song Yan's face for a moment, then he hurriedly explained, "I don't mean to treat you as a substitute. You're not like Chacha at all."
In the past, Jiujiu was timid, cowardly, and had an inferiority complex. She was like a dejected little mouse, and in his heart, she could not even compare to Meng Chacha's toes.
Now, Jiujiu was flamboyant, confident, and beautiful. In contrast, Meng Chacha looked like a dusty little mouse. Jiujiu and Meng Chacha naturally did not resemble each other.
Song Yan's previous words were pure nonsense, but this sentence was absolutely the truth.
Jiujiu looked at Song Yan in surprise, as if she was surprised that he could tell that she was not like Meng Chacha.
Jiujiu nodded matter-of-factly. "Of course I'm not like Meng Chacha. Even if I missed an exam, it's not like I couldn't get into 211 and 985."
Jiujiu's words were clearly saying that Meng Chacha was an idiot.
The person he liked was being slandered in such a way. Even if Song Yan had a strong tolerance, he was still angered by Jiujiu's words. He instantly clenched his fists. If he didn't know in his heart that he could not lay a hand on Jiujiu, he would have slapped Jiujiu.
How dare she, how dare she speak of Meng Chacha like that?
Song Yan looked at Jiujiu with a dark and gloomy gaze, and said meaningfully, "You've changed a lot recently."
In the past, she was timid and had an inferiority complex. She was timid, and others could say anything to her. Now, she had become bold and dared to say anything. She even dared to talk back to him.
It was true that the ignorant were fearless.
Jiujiu sneered. "People have to grow up. If you don't have anything else, I'll go back first."
She had made some progress on the matter of the fighter jets, and she wanted to go back and discuss it with Steamed Bun.
But before Jiujiu could take a step, Song Yan grabbed her arm.
Song Yan looked gentle and refined, but he had been working out in private. His hands were very big, and when he grabbed Jiujiu's arm, Jiujiu could not get away.
Jiujiu looked at Song Yan with a gloomy expression. Her gaze swept fiercely over Song Yan's fingers that were holding her arm. She thought about how to break his fingers without touching him.
"What, you want to fight me?"
She was not the Jiujiu of the past. If they really fought, it was hard to say who would be the one to hit who.
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