How can one day be enough?

In fact, it is not enough.

In the monsoon rain, he returned to his private training room casually, closing the door with his backhand while the robotic arm scanned his body.

Then it glowed red, and soon graciously handed over mineral water and towels.

This is because it detects the disordered heart rate and skin perspiration of the living body, and defaults to the living body having just been trained and doing strenuous exercise, but it is not known that this is because the living body has just experienced a confession.

During the monsoon rain, he took the mineral water and poured half a bottle in one breath, but Song Qinglan's words still lingered in his ears.

He obviously did not see Song Qinglan’s expression when he said those words, but at this time he could automatically restore his brain, and he could imagine the other party’s appearance that was irrelevant.

"I don't want to be your friend, and I don't want to be just the captain. I want to treat you honestly, so that you dare not run around and don't dare to carry everything by yourself. I want to accompany you, want to hug you, and think—"

What do you think?

During the monsoon rain, squeeze the bottle tightly, and the heat reappeared on his face.

Even if "curved", these words are a bit too straight!

In the monsoon rain, he wanted to calm down, he raised his head and poured out the remaining half bottle of water in one breath, and the mechanical arm took the bottle away.

Calm down and fail.

Straight man is too reckless.

In the rainy season, he took off his black combat uniform and entered the shower room.

When taking a bath, the water vapor swells.

When they were wrapped in clean and warm water, they jumped off the air orbit in the bubble world, and the scene of submerged in the water emerged.

The lake water squeezed the eardrums, and in front of my eyes were countless small bubbles rising and floating in the water.

He was turned around by Song Qinglan, and then a pair of long arms wrapped around his waist, just like that, clasping him tightly. The handcuffs pulled their hands, the metal texture was as cold as the lake water, but his chest was so thick and warm.

He clung to Song Qinglan tightly and was taken out of the water.

Every step of the action, you can feel the hidden strength of the other's muscles.

In the monsoon rains, he threw away the water droplets from his hair, supported the wall with his arms, and allowed the water from the shower to run down his forehead, eyelashes, and chin.

It was washed away in this way for a long time, and my thoughts couldn't calm down.

He turned off the shower, wrapped himself in a large bath towel, and then walked out of the shower room barefoot.

Another scene appeared again.

Entrance to the bathroom in the capsule.

Song Qinglan was full of chills, leaning lazily against the wall. A blade of grass stuck in the rainforest behind his ear, holding the small black-and-white game console in his hand, hearing the sound, his deep black eyes looked over: "High score record on the leaderboard Is it all yours?"

During the rainy season, he wiped his hair while returning to the training room.

It didn't take much time for the hair to dry, he pressed the switch and said, "Resting mode."

The robotic arm retreated aside.

The wall was lit up, and a small bed that looked comfortable in the center was slowly lowered.

In the rainy season, climb onto the crib and lie on your side in a not too relaxed posture.

"Hey."

There was a faint sound.

The air-conditioning in the room was full. It turned out that the robotic arm detected his body temperature, so it pulled the blanket for him and gently covered him from his feet.

"It's me." The man wrapped him in a very dirty blanket, hugged him tightly, and said warmly, "Don't be afraid."

During the rainy season, he opened his eyes and blinked gently.

Ren's heartbeat is still chaotic, his thoughts are still undulating, his palms are still hot, and his eyes are still closed.

After going through the Rubik's Cube, after returning to that year, after being questioned by the Inspection Department, my body was exhausted during the monsoon rains. He thought he would not be able to sleep, but actually fell asleep with the cerebral cortex too active.

He runs in a dream.

There are countless monsters chasing him behind him.

He was stuck in a broken car, his nose was full of blood, and in despair he saw a big knuckled hand reaching him.

They run together.

Suddenly, there was an empty foot, and the whole person seemed to fall from a height.

With a strong sense of weightlessness, I woke up during the monsoon rains, and then found that I was so hungry that I had stomach cramps, and my chest was on my back.

I slept for almost ten hours.

Sitting for a while during the rainy season, I slowly remembered the end of my dream.

In the overturned train, Song Qinglan grabbed the shelf in the bathroom with one hand, her complexion flushed, and at the very moment she firmly grasped him with the other hand.

In the rainy season, the fingers are slowly inserted into the hair.

Sighed.

I didn't get much better after sleeping.

"Counselor Ji, have you considered it?!"

As soon as he walked out of the private training room, Zhou Mingxuan squinted his eyes and asked with a smile.

During the rainy season: "..."

"Don't think about it for so long, our Song team is very popular!" Zhou Mingxuan said, then took off his wristband and said, "Go, go to dinner."

During the monsoon rains, I looked around and looked as usual: "Where are they?"

Zhou Mingxuan said: "Everyone has passed by first. It is estimated that you will almost wake up, I will stay and wait for you."

The Tianqiangjiangcheng branch can be regarded as the headquarters of the Guardians of China. In addition to more than a hundred official guardians, there are also hundreds of staff and hundreds of students, adding up to a total of more than a thousand people. Under the operation of such a huge system, not only the command center is divided into several, but there are even four restaurants.

Guardians usually dine at the Guardian's Restaurant. When they came to Jiangcheng to study before the monsoon season and when they were transferred to Jiangcheng, they all went to dine with the students, and they had never been to the Guardian's Restaurant.

The two walked out of the training ground and found many people on the road watching him during the monsoon rains.

"We had an A-level mission and came back only a month. We are already famous." Zhou Mingxuan told him, "You are the last one to come back. These people are even more curious to you."

Even if Tianqiong is a high-level scientific research institution, there are not many things and the most gossip. Otherwise, the gossip before the monsoon season will not be transmitted from Ningcheng to Jiangcheng. He and Song Qinglan are probably still stuck in the impression of everyone in the Jiangcheng branch. The incompatible stage.

This time when the monsoon rains came back late, some people wondered if it might not have anything to do with them, so they only got so much attention during the monsoon rains.

Along the way, all the way through several departments of the sky.

Zhou Mingxuan introduced him as if chatting, and by the way: "When you came here before, there should have been these processes. But...hey, it's all a misunderstanding!"

During the rainy season: "I didn't want to contact you at that time."

Zhou Mingxuan touched the back of his head: "Hey, think about how stupid we were at that time!"

During the monsoon rains, he didn't save face, and he nodded in agreement: "Yeah."

"Damn!" Zhou Mingxuan laughed and opened the restaurant door, "Here!"

Everything looks like yesterday, but time has passed.

Until this moment, they have truly returned to the original time and space when it rains.

The huge Guardian restaurant is made up of glass walls, shaped like a cut diamond.

In the evening, a strong fire cloud burned the sky red, and through the glass dome, a magnificent orange-red seemed close at hand. From the glass wall, one can also see the dense tall buildings in the city, and the traffic that shuttles through the major air roads in the city.

In a flash, the scene of the glass curtain wall changed.

The tall buildings disappeared. What replaced them was the low-rise buildings all over the city. The driveway was spacious and the sky was blue—this was the scene of Jiangcheng a hundred years ago.

The original so-called glass wall is nothing but a holographic projection that simulates the backflow of time and space.

Unlike all the guardians who turned a blind eye to this, they stayed for two seconds during the monsoon. Some were accidental by the hardware gap between the guardian and the recorder. The importance of the two is obviously completely different. He doesn't know whether the time management departments of all countries are like this or only they are.

The meal time has passed, and there are very few people in the restaurant now.

The seven teams chose a big table with a length of three meters, each occupying one side. All of them are tall and magnificent, and all of them look sturdy. They cocked their feet in their turf and chattered, chatting leisurely like a holiday.

"Counselor Ji!" Li Chun saw them first, stood up dog-legged, swept the chair with his hand, "Sit down!"

Zhou Mingxuan pushed Li Chun's head: "The flattery!"

Li Chun glared: "What do you know!"

"Counselor Ji!" Duan Wen sat on the other end and threw an object in the air, "Next!"

It is easy to catch it during the monsoon rain, and when you look down, it is a bottle of sweet and sour nutrient solution.

They need to replenish this kind of stuff for several days after the transition.

Duan Wendao: "Slow down first!"

Accept it during the monsoon and say, "Thank you."

There were only five people present, and did not see Song Qinglan. After sitting down during the monsoon rains, she felt a little more peaceful, but she couldn't help listening to Tang Le said: "How is consultant Ji thinking about it?"

The table was quiet for a moment.

Everyone is watching the rainy season.

"It must be considered almost!"

"Hahahaha! I knew it!"

"This is not a topic we should ask, wait for Team Song to ask it yourself!"

During the rainy season: "..."

Shouldn't he come out for dinner today?

Tang Le didn't seem to care about the answer after asking, he just smiled and continued his nonsense topic.

This is true for everyone.

The captain became gay, and he confessed his passion in public. The fact that there was an extra pair on the team did not make them accept the bad. Apart from a few words of joking, these people are just like adolescent high school students in this respect. Excited, never tired.

After drinking the nutrient solution, the hunger in the stomach during the monsoon rains did not alleviate much.

Everyone had almost eaten. He was looking up to see where he could get something to eat, and his eyes met Song Qinglan, who had just sat down and had a new look.

Shaved and cut his hair.

Song Qinglan's clean and handsome face saw the sun again, with a fierce and domineering temperament, but a lazy tone: "Look, don't eat what you don't like."

"Yo! What's not to like!"

"I like it as much as I like, and the season consultants selected by the Song team love it!"

Everyone instantly regressed and evolved into a booze like elementary school students.

It turns out that it's not unreasonable to have a place around me during the monsoon rains.

He was pushed over a tray in front of him. It contained all kinds of snacks, porridge, macaroni, vegetables and meat, all served in delicate small bowls, which seemed to have taken a lot of thought.

During the rainy season: "..."

He really shouldn't come out to eat!

Everyone was in full view, picked up the tableware during the monsoon rain, and said calmly: "Thank you, I can come by myself next time."

Song Qinglan said yes.

Next, he didn't do anything. He just joined the conversation that everyone was talking about, so that during the rainy season, he could not fill his stomach with uncomfortable gaze.

When he thought he could go back after eating, he seemed to hear Song Qinglan say: "There are still thirteen hours left."

During the rainy season: "?"

Song Qinglan didn't look at him or move, her expression remained as usual.

"You have thirteen hours left for your consideration."

The nice male voice came from the subcutaneous communicator and passed into the mind of the monsoon.

During the rainy season, he realized that their communication channel has not been cancelled. This is the first time Song Qinglan has spoken to him through a private channel.

In a way that only the two of them can hear.

He saw Song Qinglan picking up a bottle of water on the table, unscrewing it, and taking a sip.

Then a low male voice sounded in his mind again.

"Counselor Ji, time is so slow."