Song Yan found Jiujiu's angry expression very novel. However, he didn't take Jiujiu's words to heart at all. He only smiled and said, "I just want to have a nice chat with you. Is that okay?"
Jiujiu glanced at Song Yan's arm, which was holding her arm.
Song Yan immediately let go of Jiujiu's arm and said apologetically, "Sorry, I was impulsive."
Jiujiu smirked.
She knew very well whether it was impulsive or deliberate.
Since he couldn't explain it clearly, Song Yan didn't continue. He looked at Jiujiu and said, "If I say that I now realize that the person I like is you, will you still be willing to accept me?"
Song Yan was very confident when he said this. He had always known that Jiujiu liked him. He had never even considered the possibility of being rejected.
It had to be said that excessive confidence was conceit.
In the past, Jiujiu was like a dog. As long as Jiujiu beckoned, she would run over with her tail wagging. But Jiujiu wasn't like that.
Jiujiu smiled mockingly. "I don't want to."
Jiujiu took a step back and looked Song Yan up and down. After a moment, she said, "Song Yan, I'm not a fool. My IQ is 185. As long as I don't want to lie to myself, no one in this world can lie to me. You know very well whether you like me or not.
Song Yan, let me give you a suggestion. Before you lie to me, please test your IQ first. If your IQ is higher than mine, then come up with a plan to lie to me. "
After Jiujiu finished speaking, her gaze swept over Song Yan. She chuckled and turned to leave.
Jiujiu's chuckle was like a slap to Song Yan's face. Song Yan's face burned fiercely.
Moreover.
Jiujiu said that her IQ was 185?
Song Yan's eyes darkened when he thought of Jiujiu's college entrance exam results.
Jiujiu went upstairs and looked down from the window.
What surprised her was that Song Yan hadn't left yet. He stood quietly under the parasol tree. The streetlights elongated his shadow, making him look lonely and pitiful.
Unfortunately, she was not a saint. So what if she looked pitiful? It would be more pitiful if she was truly pitiful.
Jiujiu clicked her tongue. She discussed with Steamed Bun some of her opinions on foreign fighter jets, domestic fighter jet improvements, weapon upgrades, and energy sources. Only then did she turn off her computer and prepare to sleep.
Before going to bed, Jiujiu muttered to Steamed Bun, "Of Meng Chacha's five suitors, only Song Jun and Sheng Sizhe haven't come out yet."
Steamed Bun said, "Song Jun isn't very familiar with you. Sheng Sizhe used to scold you a lot because of Meng Chacha, so he didn't dare to come out."
"Steamed Bun, how about we make a bet?"
"What are we betting on?" Steamed Bun rubbed his hands together excitedly in Jiujiu's mind.
Originally, she was quite excited that her master was willing to bring her along. However, she could only exist in her master's mind and had no way of coming out.
Every day, she saw delicious food and fun things, but couldn't come out to eat or play. Steamed Bun felt very uncomfortable.
Jiujiu chuckled, "I bet that they will all come out within a month. Moreover, I suspect that they want to treat me as their private property."
Steamed Bun almost went berserk when he heard the word "private property."
However, this was the final outcome of Jiujiu's life. After knowing that Jiujiu wouldn't fall for their tricks, Steamed Bun forced himself to calm down, "Master, what do you plan to do?"
Jiujiu lowered her eyes to hide the ruthlessness in her eyes and said, "I don't plan to do anything. Once I have a certain level of strength, they will either curry favor with me or avoid me."
In the face of absolute strength, all schemes and tricks were useless.
What's more, Jiujiu was currently under the protection of the country. If they really dared to imprison Jiujiu, no matter how powerful their families were, they would definitely eat bullets.
After understanding everything, Steamed Bun couldn't help but voice his thoughts, "Master, why do I feel that this matter is very strange? Why would they suddenly treat you as their private property? "
After all, it was very obvious that these five people didn't like Jiujiu before. It was impossible for them to have such thoughts after Meng Chacha left.
"I suspect that this matter was secretly planned by Meng Chacha. Moreover, they came one by one. It was obvious that they had already discussed this beforehand." Jiujiu chuckled, "Before Meng Chacha left, she discovered that the Song brothers seemed to be very interested in me. Moreover, I've changed. I'm not as timid and inferior as before. I've become extremely radiant.
Meng Chacha usually likes to pretend to have deep sisterly love, but in her bones, she wants nothing more than to tear me to pieces.
When she was still here, the Song brothers had thoughts about me. She stayed in France for more than half a year. What if the two brothers don't like her because of me?
Meng Chacha has been spoiled by Meng Zizhou and Jiang Zhen since she was a child. What she likes can only be hers.
Take advantage of the feelings of these five people for her, and give them a little hint, and these five people will have the idea of taking revenge on me. What plan can there be better than taking care of me and comforting the pain of lovesickness? "
After Jiujiu finished speaking, she chuckled.
Steamed Bun evaluated the word vicious in his heart.
But Steamed Bun still had some doubts, "Why would Meng Chacha do this to Jiujiu? They are twins. Logically speaking, their relationship should be very good, right? "
But Meng Chacha and Jiujiu's relationship was not only bad, but also constantly schemed against each other. They were not like sisters, but more like enemies.
Jiujiu's memories were very vague. Even when her soul dissipated, she was unwilling to tell the truth, so she naturally had no way to know.
"Let's wait and see."
As long as she was strong enough and had the country behind her, no matter what schemes Meng Chacha had, she was not afraid.
Steamed Bun also thought of this. He nodded and did not continue to say anything.
The two closed their eyes and continued to sleep.
In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.
In this half a month, Jiujiu's life was uneventful. She went to class every day, went to the library after class, and occasionally went to the Chinese Academy of Sciences to discuss the progress of the lithography machine with Mo Cheng.
What surprised Jiujiu was that the low-end machine that she thought would take at least three months was already 95% complete.
Sensing Jiujiu's surprise, the old researcher who used to work under Jiujiu whispered to Jiujiu, "Mo Cheng only rests for two hours a day. When he is tired, he takes a nap."
The progress of the lithography machine was made by Mo Cheng overdrafting his own life.
Jiujiu did not expect Mo Cheng to work so hard. She couldn't help but be moved.
One day, half a month later, Jiujiu, who was in class, suddenly received a call from Mo Cheng.
There were only three words on the phone, "Success."
But these three words were more important than a thousand gold coins.
Jiujiu, who was in class, suddenly sat up in her seat and looked at the professor on the podium who was looking at her with a puzzled expression. Jiujiu walked to the professor and said in a low voice, "I have something to do at the Chinese Academy of Sciences."
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