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002 I am your antidote

As soon as he entered the house and saw the chaos in the house, Wang Ping'an knew that he had been deceived by his father.

He said he would not go on a blind date, but there was clearly a beautiful girl at home that Wang Pingan had never seen before.

Wang Ping'an: "Dad, you are in good health and have given birth to a sister for me!"

Wang Pingan's parents were sitting opposite the girl. They didn't know what they were talking about with the girl just now. Hearing Wang Pingan's words, his father Wang Dazhu stood up and said, "What are you talking about? Even if I have that physical ability, she can't

You don’t have time to grow up like this! Come on, dad will introduce you to me. This girl is Liao Hui. I told you that she works in the Space Dispatch Bureau. You two can talk about rockets all the time!"

Wang Pingan nodded: "Okay, I understand. Girl, let me briefly describe to you the basic troubleshooting process of the tritium reflection engine! There are 410 steps in total..."

Wang Dazhu raised his right hand: "You bastard, I'll slap you!"

"You asked me to talk to her about the Rockets!" Wang Ping'an looked innocent.

Wang Dazhu: "You!"

The girl burst out laughing: "Your son is very interesting!"

Wang Ping'an: "Look, other girls find it interesting, so let me continue talking about step 1, take it apart..."

The girl's face froze: "Um...is there any follow-up to this joke? Or are you really going to continue telling me about troubleshooting the reflex engine?"

Wang Ping'an nodded: "I really plan to talk about troubleshooting."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Dazhu slapped his son on the back of the head: "Asshole, say something that will make the girl happy!"

Wang Ping'an: "My basic monthly salary..."

I was slapped on the back of the head again.

At this time, the girl made a serious face: "I can see that the lieutenant has no intention of going on a blind date."

Wang Ping'an nodded: "Yes, I told my dad that my profession is not suitable for finding a girlfriend on the ground. This is not a problem for us in different places. When I am on the spaceship, the delay in sending messages to each other is several minutes.

.

"I don't want to delay your youth. For a girl as beautiful as you, there must be many men willing to cherish you."

The girl was stunned.

Wang Ping'an thought badly. Could it be that saying this would actually increase the girl's favorability?

At this moment, the fat woman who had been sitting next to the girl spoke up: "Huh, my dear, I guess forget it. At first when the agent said he was a lieutenant, I thought he was a young man, but my dear, look at this.

Almost 30, right?

"I know that after graduating from space flight school, I was a second lieutenant, but now I am a lieutenant. This kind of person has no future! Let's go!"

As she spoke, the fat woman stood up, took her daughter's hand and was about to leave, but her daughter did not stand up: "Mom, let's talk for a while!"

When Wang Dazhu saw it, he was amused and stepped forward to persuade the fat woman: "Oh, this mother-in-law..."

"Who is your biological mother?" the fat woman shouted.

"Um, sister-in-law! Don't be angry, sister-in-law. My son graduated first from the Space Flight Academy! He became a lieutenant when he came out! His future future..."

"You're a lieutenant when you come out? Your son hasn't been promoted in almost ten years?"

"Seven years, no promotion in seven years, it's just seven years!" Wang Dazhu corrected him repeatedly.

The aunt was even more unwilling and tried to pull her daughter up by force.

But the little girl was also stubborn and just wouldn’t get up: “Mom, let’s talk more!”

Wang Ping'an saw that this little girl was probably going to depend on him just like Colonel Lu's daughter.

What a hassle.

Wang Ping'an decided to help the girl's mother to persuade the girl to give up those irrational ideas.

At this time, the girl's mother slapped the girl: "Why are you so stubborn? How can you be happy in the future with such a waste? And he also said that once he gets on the ship, it will not be a problem of being in another place. He

You know better than mom how long it takes to go to Mars and back!"

"Don't hit people. Girls can't be beaten. Oh, you're so good at tasting tender meat. Damn it, bring the safflower oil!" Wang Dazhu shouted. Wang Dazhu's current wife remarried, so in

Wang Ping'an would deliberately hide her presence when she was around, but now she hurriedly took action when she was called.

In the chaos, Wang Pingan suddenly heard a knock on the door.

The five noisy people in the room turned to look at the door.

Wang Dazhu looked at Wang Pingan in confusion: "Besides you, who else is there in our family? No one can come back?"

Wang Pingan shrugged, stood up and opened the door.

Outside the door is a girl who looks gentle and quiet.

The girl's hair has a very rare silver gradient color. Even young people who have been genetically modified rarely have this color. The silver hair is tied into a thick braid with a blue bow at the end.

She wore a long plaid dress, and the belt of the skirt was gently tied up, highlighting the slenderness of her waist and the fullness of her chest muscles.

Although there was still more than one meter between Wang Pingan and the girl, he could already smell the nice citrus aroma of the girl.

When the citrus is ripe, it will emit this aroma, and you can feel the endless sweetness when you cut it and take a sip of the juice.

Wang Ping'an had never been attracted to a girl in his life, and he felt that he might never have a chance to fall in love. But at this moment, his insistence on being alone suddenly wavered.

"Um," Wang Ping'an was not intimidated by the girl's beauty and asked directly, "Who are you?"

Wang Dazhu poked his head from Wang Pingan's shoulder: "Foreigners? There are no foreigners living in our community?"

Wang Ping'an: "After genetic adjustment, hair color can be changed. Many Chinese people also have colorful hair."

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl spoke: "Wow, wow, wow, chirpy."

Wang Ping'an picked up the phone: "Classmate Xiaoai, translate."

The phone said: "Hello, I am a French tourist. I am lost and very hungry. Can you take me in for a meal? I can pay."

Wang Ping'an's first reaction was suspicion: "Why don't you ask the shop at the entrance of the community for help if you have money? You have money anyway."

After the mobile phone translated, the silver-haired girl replied (omitting the translation process): "I won't use your Chinese payment method. I only have the world government's credit currency."

Wang Dazhu: "I don't know how to scan the QR code to pay. Come on, girl, we have prepared a lot of meals, come in!"

Wang Pingan: "Wait a minute! This is still very strange. Although our house is on the first floor, our building is not near the entrance of the community. She went so far into the community and knocked on our home from so many families on the first floor.

Door, is this too coincidental? I think it’s a scam!”

Wang Dazhu patted Wang Ping'an on the head: "What are you talking about? Do you understand the unity of the people of the world?"

The citrus-scented girl shrugged: "Maybe this is fate."

"You see, everyone knows what fate is!" Wang Dazhu said, pulling Wang Pingan away from the door, and said to the girl, "Come on, please come in, we have just prepared a sumptuous meal."

The girl nodded, walked into the entrance, and then took off her crystal sandals.

The girl's bare feet were white and pink, without any stains or calluses.

Wang Dazhu hurriedly found the slippers from the shoe cabinet and threw them at the girl's feet: "Put them on quickly, girl, your feet are so cold when you step on the tile floor of our house, don't catch a cold!"

The girl put on her sandals and looked around the room.

Her eyes fell on the little girl from the dispatch bureau who was sitting next to the dinner table and being dragged by her mother.

The air suddenly became awkward.

The orange girl rolled her eyes, and then asked Wang Ping'an: "Are you on a blind date?"

Wang Ping'an: "Do you still know about blind dates? You don't know much about Chinese culture like a tourist..."

"When I was at a French university, I took Chinese culture as an elective. I know that you have to go on a blind date and give a bride price. This is an act of treating marriage as a transaction."

After the girl finished speaking, she showed a flawless smile. When she smiled, she had a small dimple on the left side of her face, which was very cute.

Wang Ping'an: "Oh, yes, you are right. You summed it up more accurately than I did!"

Suddenly, the fat aunt gave up and slammed the table: "You bastards, you deliberately arranged this to humiliate our girl, right? This French girl, you can tell she is a swindler at a glance! Now this kind of foreigners come to us to sell

There are so many women!”

Wang Ping'an: "What you said is wrong. How can a girl with such a temperament sell it?"

The girl on the blind date also said to her mother: "Mom, don't do this. It's so ugly. I'm even ashamed of it."

Fat aunt: "Wow, your elbows are turned outwards! Aren't I worried that you will be bullied?"

"Mom, I have grown up and I can take care of myself. Didn't you also say that you hope I can find something I like?"

After speaking, the girl glanced at Wang Ping'an.

Wang Ping'an: "No, you should try more with the people in your dispatch bureau. If we all work together, there will be no shortage of common topics. If you chat with me, I can only talk to you about troubleshooting the tritium reflection engine."

Girl on a blind date: "That baggage hasn't been used up yet..."

Wang Ping'an: "This is called double translation."

While saying this, Wang Ping'an noticed that the orange girl who had suddenly visited was looking at him curiously, so he turned around and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Citrus Girl: "Judging from your clothes, you are an astronaut, right? I particularly admire astronauts, and my brother is an astronaut. Hello, I am Angele de Leon, a student majoring in literature and history at the University of Paris, and I am studying Chinese.

national culture.”

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand.

Wang Ping'an held the girl's hand and held it tightly without letting go. He rubbed the calluses on the girl's palm vigorously.

"No, Miss Angeli, you are not a scholar of literature and history." Wang Pingan said with a smile.

"There are no calluses on your feet, and they look very pampered. Scholars of literature and history need to visit a lot, and they visit on the earth, so their feet will not be so tender. But astronauts are different. They live in a state of weightlessness for a long time.

, the feet may even shrink.

"In addition, you have calluses on your hands. The calluses in this position cannot be caused by playing the piano. They are calluses that can be worn out by frequently turning the mechanical lock of the airtight hatch and various other cumbersome mechanical gadgets.

"You are an astronaut. Like me, you are familiar with troubleshooting tritium reflection engines."

The tangerine girl looked at Wang Ping'an, smiled, and said in proficient Chinese: "Lieutenant, I'm sorry to lie to you, but my name is true. I just wanted to see what kind of person the partner who was forced on me was like.

"

Wang Pingan was suddenly stunned: "Partner? What partner? I rejected the suggestion of a partner! As usual, I will go on the next mission alone."

Angele took out a document: "This is your mental health diagnosis report, which is the report of the test you took before this vacation. The doctor has issued a red alert diagnosis for you, thinking that you have mania and mild depression.

For severe depression, the treatment plan is medication and a partner.”

Wang Ping'an: "Forget about mania, can I be depressed? This is absolutely impossible!"

Fat woman: "Hahaha, daughter, look, let's go, this is a sick man!"

Wang Ping'an had no time to pay attention to these two people. He grabbed the report and read it carefully - indeed, at the end of the report, mania and mild depression were written in black and white.

Angele: "I am your partner selected by the super computer of the Aviation Control Commission. The computer believes that partnering with me can effectively alleviate your symptoms. In other words, I am your antidote."


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