The night sky is misty, and the street lamps extend one after another and merge into the lights on both sides. This is the time when the bustling night scene of the city is at its most beautiful. Lights are on everywhere in the community, and people are holding parties at home, making it very lively.
Ronan looked up at the night sky, his feet were not walking in a straight line, and he seemed to be a little sleepy and distracted.
Mo Peng admired Ronan's ability to sleep as soon as he told him to. At the same time, he admired Ronan's ability to thrive alone in Zhixing Academy. Correspondingly, curiosity was about to crawl out of his throat.
Already.
"How did you do it? I didn't find your talent in No. 6 Middle School... Hey, wake up!"
"Ah?" Ronan pulled his gaze away from the night sky and looked straight over. It could be seen that he really didn't hear it just now, but his eyes were so bright that it was scary.
Gee, when did this kid know how to wear contact lenses?
Already arriving at the door of the house, Mo Peng seized the last chance, leaned forward and put his arms around Ronan's neck: "Come on, tell me, how did you get into that circle?"
Before he finished speaking, the door opened. Luo Shuqing stood at the door, staring at them: "Why are you mumbling if you don't come in when you get home? Well, who drank?"
"He...hey!"
As soon as Mo Peng loosened his elbow, he saw Ronan slithering out from under his elbow and from Luo Shuqing's side like a loach. In a blink of an eye, he broke through the defense line of the living room, climbed up to the second floor, and dropped a sentence from afar:
"I'll go to bed early today."
Mo Haihang, who was sitting idle in the living room, looked up: "He is quite excited...did he really drink too much?"
Luo Shuqing was stunned for a moment and shouted loudly: "I need to take a bath!"
Vaguely hearing Ronan agree, she turned to stare at Mo Peng: "Where did you go today and why are you so drunk? Are you still under age?"
Mo Peng was blocked at the door, with grief and anger on his face and a curse in his heart: If you want to teach someone, go find a drinker. Who is your son?
Perhaps it was because of the influence of alcohol that Ronan entered his room, closed the door, and leaned behind the door. His heart was beating "bang bang bang" and his chest was trembling faintly.
Of course, the most important reason is nervousness.
In the past, whether it was fighting Jack on the recycling floor, fighting against the Justice Order in Frost River Reality, or fighting with the Association in Hai Tian Yundu, it was all sudden events, and they were forced to a dead end, and they had no qualifications to be nervous.
And like this time, it is really the first time for me to act proactively according to my own will.
The more something happens, the more excited I become, and the more I think about it, the more nervous I become...
Ronan took a deep breath and placed the paginated notes in his hand neatly on the window table. Below was his grandfather's notes. The two notebooks fit together perfectly without any deviation.
I glanced at the bedside clock again. It was 9:37. The driver's estimate was still very accurate.
There's still time.
He went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, hot water spurted out, and steam quickly covered the bathroom. Even if his aunt didn't mention it, he was ready to take a hot bath.
Stand naked under the water column, pour hot water on your head, and roll it on the body. It speeds up the blood, metabolism, and liver function. It accelerates the decomposition of alcohol in the body, turns it into hot sweat, and mixes it with the water to seep out.
Come.
The dampness of the steam made his mind clearer and clearer, and it did not prevent him from continuing to outline his plan. Well, his draft plan... the drawing software page in his mind seemed to be a lot richer?
In particular, the outline of the street scene around the Grand Living Area has changed from rough to delicate, and key details such as the previously detected layout of military personnel are also clearly depicted, as if there is an invisible assistant helping him complete the post-production work.
Ronan scratched his head, thinking of the sleep in the car just now, and still had some vague memories: Could it be that there was really subconscious action in the dream just now?
If there is, it should be the combined effect of self-awareness, soul power, external neurons and special drawing software. It seems strange, but there are precedents in the association. Mr. Bai's "dream method" is like this
Number of ways.
Ronan wasn't going to be distracted by his research for the time being. He washed it hastily and made sure that most of the alcohol had evaporated. Then he dried himself and lay down on the bed.
The effect of alcohol was minimized, but he was still excited, especially after closing his eyes.
With this mood, Ronan gradually reviewed the draft plan. The background curtain outlined by the thoughts and brushstrokes turned, and the corresponding thoughts flowed on the virtual picture.
Unknowingly, consciousness overflows the boundary between reality and reality, touches the double fulcrum formed by the human-faced spider and the cat's eye, and reflects the starry sky of life and the picture of reality eighty kilometers away.
Although I haven’t been there personally, everything I see is true.
The thoughts flew across the sky and locked onto the target.
In the wine glass, there were layers of ripples. Maoyan held the wine glass and looked at the fine ripples in it. He moved his mind away from the soft screen in his other hand, thoughtfully.
With two soft sounds of "Dede", Ju Ling temporarily acted as an orderly and placed two small plates on the coffee table, paired them with chopsticks, and then quietly went out.
A plate of boiled peanuts and a plate of cold pork head, the most ordinary dishes. However, this is the frontline command center of Aurora Cloud City...the lounge next to it.
The air is filled with the aroma of wine. From a military perspective, it is indeed necessary to open a separate rest room.
"I just don't think it's right. What's the point of pure grain wine without side dishes to go with it?" Tian Bang put a peanut in his mouth and paired it with a sip of wine. On his too young face, all the facial features were wrinkled, like
An old gourmet then leaned back comfortably and leaned on the back of the sofa, "Although it is a side dish, the cooking is still very careful."
Mao Yan glanced at him, interested in the change in his expression.
Tian Bang was delighted: "Aren't you surprised that robots can also have tastes?"
Maoyan was speechless for a moment.
Tian Bang's facial features stretched again and he looked up at the ceiling. The light in the lounge shone on his face, shining brightly. This face was not particularly handsome, but the outlines were clear and distinct, and it really had a sculpture-like texture. It also made people curious, in
What proportion of metal structure is there under its skin?
He stretched out three fingers and placed them in front of his face: "Three points must be retained in human body modification: first, perception, which is the boundary between you and me inside and outside the area; second, thinking, through which we can grasp the power of experience; third, emotion, from which
Gain vitality and spirituality. Only by retaining these three items, or in other words, strengthening and transforming based on these, can we be considered successful."
Maoyan swung the wine in his glass: "Are there any that are still modified like this?"
"In general, it is after the emergence of burner technology. So I am very grateful to the creator of this technology. It may not be perfect, but it leads to the right truth."
Tian Bang stretched his arms and curled up. To the naked eye, the muscles were flowing, but with sensitive ears, he still heard the thin sound of metal: "Having experienced the stupid transformation of the old style, I can understand this better. I envy those who
People who have taken the right path since they first came up are very attracted to the best among them."
Maoyan shook the wine glass and suddenly laughed: "You are so sensitive, I didn't say anything!"
"Really?" Tian Bang looked surprised, "Okay, I'm just confessing, and I feel a little inferior, and I want to show my feelings... Someone should be looking at me now?"
At the last sentence, the conversation suddenly broke out, and Tian Bang's eyes pierced towards him. Although he was smiling, his eyes were full of oppression.
Ronan's heart twitched, his cat-eye eyebrows raised, and the two people's consciousnesses were connected to each other at the level of the starry sky of life.
At this time, the Lingbo online task window jumped, and Paper Cut, who had already returned home, sent a message: "Hey, this guy!"
Xue Lei quickly responded: "He knows we share a perspective?"
Yes, we are talking about Lingbo.com.
Ronan's tense heartstrings relaxed again, and Tian Bang raised a finger: "This is the old trick of your association. And I know that there must be someone I know."
Maoyan asked with interest: "Who is it?"
"Well..."
Tian Bang suddenly leaned forward and shouted: "Hello, sister Yueyin, let's drink together later, and I'll confess my love to you when I'm drunk!"
The sound was so loud that even a separate lounge could not withstand it. The sound waves rushed out and spread all over the frontline command center. There were not only military technical elites, but also police bureaucrats and government security department personnel. The atmosphere was captivating for a while.
Embarrassing.
Ju Ling, who took the temporary command position, had a headache so much that he began to doubt his life: Is it really right for him to transfer to the special operations brigade?
"Hahahahahaha!"
Maoyan laughed loudly, leaning forward and back, so that her hair covered her eyes. She casually smoothed it up, revealing her full forehead, and couldn't help but admire, "What an extraordinary courage!"
At the same time, he chatted privately with Ronan: "Do you want to kill him? He is robbing your secretary!"
What does it have to do with me? Ronan was inexplicably unhappy.
The temporary window was eerily quiet, and there was no movement. However, behind the window, they were definitely paying attention to the paper-cutting with their ears propped up and their eyes open.
As for whether He Yueyin is there... I'm afraid he is.
Maoyan didn't care what the mood of the crowd was like. He raised his glass and said to Tian Bang, "You are very interesting. Come on, let's go!"
Tian Bang happily raised his glass and responded: "I have always felt that special people like us do not need to worry about making a living. So living in this world, frankness is the greatest virtue."
"Cheers to the confession!"
The two raised glasses and drank the wine happily.
Finally, at the task window, I couldn’t hold back the paper-cutting anymore and asked others for their thoughts:
"Nanzi, are you still watching?"
Ronan didn't reply. He lay on the bed, his excitement returning to a certain level, rising and falling like waves.
This is not the first time that he has experienced this. It was the same last time. He was also in the position of a bystander, but the object was not the two people in front of him, but Mu Dan and Long Qi.
Whether it is Mudan, Long Qi, or now Tian Bang, their personalities are all different. However, they are all characters with outstanding personalities and strong colors. They can be recognized at a glance among the crowd and they can be said to be radiant.
In comparison, I am like an invisible soul, floating in nothingness, hiding behind the shadows, watching these people radiate dazzling light, painting the originally ordinary environment with magnificent colors.
Although he has had similar experiences, he may not be able to achieve that calm and frank style in his lifetime.
He always thought that this was a factor of character... Maybe it was true, but Tian Bang's remarks today pointed out another key factor for him: