If the person on his body was Zhang Qingyu, then the pads under his body...Xia once really felt sorry for academician Xia.
There were multiple footsteps stepping in, chaotic and chaotic, and at the same time accompanied by the sound of small conversations.
"Even if we can't bear it, we can only do this."
"But what did they do wrong? These people are indeed innocent."
"Thinking about the big picture, some ordinary people are doomed to be abandoned at the turn of the times."
Back and forth arguing, most people have the opinion of voting for it, only a small number of people are hesitating, and gradually tend to be persuaded.
Xia Yihui lay flat on the meat pad for a while, and was suddenly taken aback.
Wait, it's understandable that Academician Xia can't show up at the meeting, and it's also understandable that Zhang Qingyu can't show up, but why is he also shoved under the table? Isn't he going to vote for Academician Xia
When thinking about this question, more than a dozen people entered the room.
Xia Yi poked the person on the upper body, and whispered: "Let me out."
Zhang Qingyu didn't answer, he obviously realized this serious question, and turned his body slightly to avoid it.
Taking advantage of the lack of people, Xia Yihui sneaked out from under the table and sat quietly on the seat. Perhaps because the dispute was too serious, no one noticed that there was an extra person in the room.
The table brought in by the voting meeting room should be the injection table brought directly from a research room. The characteristics of this kind of table are very obvious. It is generally a row of double tables with barriers on both sides. The table top is covered with black curtains, which can cover the small space under the table.
The table Xia Yi chose was at the back. At this time, there was no one coming from the back seat, so he spread his legs apart, and lifted the curtain slightly to let Zhang Qingyu ventilate.
Through the dim light, one could see a hand with slender knuckles stretched out, slowly holding his ankle. Xia Yihui was taken aback by the freezing temperature. He wondered if Zhang Qingyu felt that it was too dark and uncomfortable under the table.
It's better to shake hands than to shake ankles. After thinking about it, Xia Yihui stretched out a hand under the table, and shook it twice in the air to signal, obviously Zhang Qingyu didn't understand what Xia Yihui meant.
He didn't even pay attention to Xia Yihui's outstretched hand, he only concentrated on holding Xia Yihui's ankle, and then exerted a little force to... close Xia Yihui's widely spread legs.
After a series of movements, Zhang Qingyu finally reached out to hold Xia Yihui's hand that was making trouble in the air, and placed it safely on the latter's knee.
"..."
Xia Yihui's expression was very complicated.
The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't see clearly what was happening under the table, so the barrage in the live broadcast room at this time was extremely chaotic.
"Hhhhhhhhhhh I really want to know what Xia Xia's hands are doing under the table, I always feel that this scene is so erotic~"
"Is it like the beginning of the island movie 23333333333"
"If academician Xia is awake, I guess by this time the dog food should have been enough hahhhhhhh"
"Oh, he's just a human cushion, we should focus on the subject."
"Did Xia Xia grope Zhang Dashen under the table? Hahahaha, otherwise, why would Zhang Dashen hold his hand and put it on his knees neatly hhhhhhh?"
"Yes! Xia Xia is so hot, I bet five yuan, he must have touched Zhang Dashen hhhhhhhh"
"At this moment, I don't know whether I should envy Zhang Dashen under the table, or Xia Xia above the table... It's only the children who make the choice, and the adults said that they both envy QAQ"
Seeing the direction after the barrage in the live broadcast room, Xia Yi turned his throat and smiled helplessly.
What's the matter with the audience this time, is he just a random person? Is he such a prodigal person? !
As it turns out, he is.
Xia Yihui reached out again and fumbled under the table.
Because of the narrow space, he himself didn't know where he touched it. He just felt that no matter where he put his hand, he could touch anything, but Zhang Qingyu almost avoided it after touching it for a second or two.
After a stalemate like this for about half a minute, Zhang Qingyu seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He grabbed Xia Yihui's troublesome hand and squeezed it twice threateningly.
Xia Yi turned his lips into a faint smile. In order to prevent people who were already seated from seeing him, he quickly pressed his lower lip together to suppress the smile on his face.
Taking Zhang Qingyu's hand behind his back, Xia Yihui lightly wrote a line of words on his palm.
[Tell me, do we want to have an affair now?]
After finishing writing, Xia Yihui finally couldn't control his smile, lowered his head, and his shoulders began to shrug slightly.
Zhang Qingyu was like a wooden stake, unresponsive.
Xia Yi was not discouraged, and pulled Zhang Qingyu to write this sentence again. After finishing writing, he tapped Zhang Qingyu's palm seriously, as if he would keep writing if you didn't answer.
Zhang Qingyu was silent for about four or five seconds, and wrote four large characters on Xia Yihui's palm.
[you are boring.]
"Pfft..."
Xia Yihui quickly shut up and looked around, no one seemed to notice the situation here.
After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and continued to write:
[You just say it doesn't look like it.]
[Not like.]
[Then what do you think we are doing now?]
[Like a blind massage.]
[? ? ?]
Xia Yihui couldn't bear it any longer, she withdrew her hand all of a sudden, buried her face in the palm of her hand, her shoulders were still shrugging.
After laughing for a while, Xia Yihui felt someone sitting next to him. Just as he adjusted his facial expression and was about to let go, that person suddenly patted Xia Yihui on the shoulder, and said with concern: "Don't be sad."
Xia Yihui: "..."
Seeing that Xia Yi didn't respond, the man continued, "Crying won't solve the problem, you need to learn to face it."
Xia Yihui: "..."
There was a burst of laughter in the barrage in the live broadcast room.
"Hahahaha what kind of ghost is this going to 233333"
"Yes, Xia Xia, laughing can't solve the problem, why don't you sneak down and kiss Zhang Dashen, and let him know what a real 'blind massage' is (dog head body protection.jpg)"
"I feel like you guys are driving but I have no proof hhhhhhhhh"
"So what can Xia Xia do, I see how he can explain that he is not crying, but laughing 2333333"
"The key is in such a serious environment, it's really weird for Xia Xia to sit there alone and giggle hahhhhhh"
inside the copy.
Xia Yi closed her thighs tightly, slowly raised her lowered head, and artificially wiped the corners of her eyes with her index finger.
After completing a series of necessary actions, he looked at the person sitting on the right with a bitter smile, and said, "I'm just a little tired."
A row of '666' flashed across the barrage, and everyone spoke highly of Xia Yi's flair.
Just looking at his appearance, the person who came was a young man with a relatively ordinary appearance. He was wearing the most common white coat of the research institute, and the name tag on his chest read the three characters of "Hu Youwei".
Xia Yihui searched in his mind for a while, but he didn't have any memory about this young man. But seeing the familiar face of the other party, he paused and wisely kept silent.
Hu Youwei approached Xia Yihui, arched his knees a few times in Xia Yihui's direction, and said with a mysterious expression: "Have you thought about what we just talked about?"
"...?"
Xia Yi glanced at Hu Youwei's knee, and said indifferently, "I'm still thinking, and I'm still confused."
Hu Youwei sighed: "Come on, tell me what you are confused about, maybe I can help you out."
—Hey, little brother, if you answer like this, then I have nothing to say.
Xia Yihui first took a look at the conference room. There are not many people in the conference room now, and it may take a while before voting starts.
So now it's impossible to rely on external force to evade this topic. Xia Yihui can only fight with this person who seems to know him very well, to see who can't control the point first.
After thinking about it, Xia Yihui pretended to smile bitterly and said, "What do you think I will be confused about?"
Hu Youwei looked indifferent: "What can there be? It's not about voting. We were talking about it when we called just now."
It turned out that this person was the one who talked with academician Xia Fangcai on the phone.
Many viewers in the live broadcast room breathed a sigh of relief. Originally, they were still worried that Xia Yihui would be identified as a flaw, but fortunately, this Hu Youwei didn't seem to have any intentions.
Now as long as you follow his words, you don't have to worry too much.
However, Xia Yihui's thinking is different from that of ordinary people. He is not a person who will follow the trend. In the eyes of others, this may be a crisis. But in his eyes, this is also an opportunity, a very rare and good opportunity that can be clichéd.
"No, that's not what I'm confused about."
After a pause, Xia Yihui lowered his voice and said, "What I'm confused about is 'source'.'"
As soon as the words fell, Hu Youwei was caught. He looked left and right in panic, and finally moved his buttocks to get closer to Xia Yihui, and said nervously: "We shouldn't be talking about these topics here, how do you know if there will be monitoring equipment here?"
Xia Yihui didn't know if there was any monitoring equipment here, but he still said with a firm face, "I'm sure there isn't one here."
Hu Youwei was still a little scared, and tremblingly said: "Even if there is no us, we shouldn't talk about it. The source of this matter is caused by two people, No. 1 and No. 57. It is not your fault, not ours, and it is not Hua Guo's fault." .”
Xia Yi was shocked in his heart.
At that time, academician Xia said a word when he was on the phone, to the effect that the massacre of the city was useless, as long as the source was there, there would be no end to this matter.
Now what does Hu Youwei mean by saying this
Look at it from another angle.
Both Xin Zhu and Jin Bao seemed to be involved in the reptile incident, and fundamentally speaking, he was at fault, all the researchers at the institute were at fault, and even Hua Guo was at fault
Xia Yihui felt that he might have discovered something that he had never noticed before.
Couldn't help but get closer again, now Xia Yihui and Hu Youwei's knees were stuck together, almost to the point of rubbing each other's ears in order to whisper.
Just as he was about to ask further questions, his ankle was suddenly pulled.
Someone stretched out his finger and heavily wrote a line of words in a very euphemistic context on his ankle.
[The space is small, he is too close.]
The moment Xia was stunned, a certain Zhang surnamed Zhang Tan quickly wrote another line of words that were not so euphemistic.
[The space is small, let him roll quickly.]
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Zhang Dashen: The space is small, let him roll quickly (Grievance.jpg)