"You can put it aside and drink it when you are thirsty later."
"Okay, thank you."
Yu Wenhao thanked him unnaturally, holding the water in his hand, lowered his eyes, thought for a while, then raised his head and looked at him.
"that…"
Jiang Tianzhi looked at him in confusion: "What?"
Yu Wenhao knew that he didn't like him. After struggling for a while, he was too embarrassed to speak, so he shook his head and said, "Nothing."
As a northerner, Jiang Tianzhi never likes beating around the bush, and he doesn't like people who hesitate when speaking. Seeing Yu Wenhao stop talking halfway, he frowned and spoke in a much colder tone than before: "Call me when you want to go out later, and I'll make way for you."
Yu Wenhao could sense his cold attitude and didn't want to make himself look bad: "Okay."
Jiang Tianzhi simply closed his eyes and stopped talking to him.
Seeing him close his eyes to rest, Yu Wenhao silently took out his laptop from his bag, put it on the small board and started to organize the data.
He was not going to come this time, but Master Cheng had previously assigned him some scattered data collection tasks for the Tsar.
This time the Tsar is going to appear at the arms exhibition and will need some previous data.
If we rashly replace him with someone else, not to mention that it will take time to get started, some data will also be collected by Wenhao.
Newcomers also need to hand over data to him.
This is a waste of time going back and forth.
The weapons exhibition was approaching, and Master Cheng didn't want to make things too complicated, so after careful consideration, he decided to take him along.
Having said that, in order to temper his character and curb his arrogance along the way, Master Cheng deliberately didn't talk to him much.
Qin Si and Bo Zheng are not from the Ninth Institute.
I’m not familiar with anyone from Jiusuo.
If we have nothing in common to talk about, we will have nothing to talk about.
Master Cheng ignored him, and Yu Wenhao was in agony, but he understood his teacher's intentions and didn't dare to complain anymore. He could only put all his energy into sorting out the data, but this kind of experimental data was complicated and messy, and it was difficult to sort out.
Secondly, Jiang Tianzhi was sitting next to him. Although he was resting with his eyes closed, an invisible pressure was still rising in his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
If it were in the past, Master Cheng would probably only bring him alone.
But this time...he almost couldn't come.
…
Compared to Yu Wenhao's dire situation.
On the other side, Qiao Nian had stretched out his long legs, put on a blanket and prepared to take a nap.
The plane takes off in five minutes.
She was about to turn off her cell phone to avoid disturbing her sleep.
Suddenly, the phone screen lit up.
A new text message pops up in the lower left corner.
When Qiao Nian clicked on it, she saw the familiar overseas number and the same blaming tone.
—[Do you really want to come to Continent M?]
Qiao Nian just took a glance and frowned.
Ye Wangchuan just went to the front to get her another bottle of water, and when he came over he saw the girl's face was stern, her eyebrows and eyes were dark, and there was a chill all over her body.
He paused slightly, noticed the phone Qiao Nian was holding, handed the water over, and raised his eyebrows: "It's Mr. Xue again?"
"Ah." The girl raised her eyelashes slightly, speaking in a lazy and impatient tone; "Who else but him?"
Seeing that she didn't even have the mood to drink water, Ye Wangchuan took his hand back, unscrewed the bottle cap considerately and handed it to her: "Drink some water to cool down your fever."
(End of this chapter)