Qing Mu picked up the sorted materials and handed them to me: "This is the first part of the materials. ”

"Thanks!" I stretched out my hand to take it, but Qing Mu didn't let go, I looked at him, he looked at me quietly, his eyes were calm like water. He is not as hot as Qingtian, not as strong and domineering as Bai Mo, not as affectionate as Lun Hai, or as complex and entangled as Teacher Si Ye.

He just looks at you quietly, like a warm spring water, slowly flowing into your heart, making your heart gradually warm up in his warm sight.

I lowered my face to avoid his gaze, and he let go of his hand in that moment.

I looked at the cursor that jumped on the screen, I thought that my Dao Break would make Qing Mu let go of this quiet affection for me, but it seemed to ...... It's kind of the opposite.

After the private gold mission, each of us, really, changed......

The little brother Qingmu who would only secretly write cards to me, stared at me silently, and didn't dare to walk in front of me was no longer there. Sitting in front of me now is another vice captain Qingmu who dares to admit it, and even, dares to compete in front of my boyfriend.

What the hell was he thinking?

For example, Mr. Si Ye has already said that he will never have a further plan with me, unless I break off with my husbands. This is the bottom line of Mr. Si Ye, and thanks to his bottom line, there are no other worries between us, and we can focus more on academics.

Next, how should I get along with Qingmu? Still is...... Did he sense that I wanted to leave the Apocalypse?

I really...... Leaving Team Apocalypse?

This team that changes captains frequently, is it really good for Beiming and Yanshen?

I always felt like I had abandoned them when I left the Apocalypse.

However, I really don't want to continue living in the task force. If we continue, what kind of future will we have for me and DynaSky?

If I just want to live my life, is it too selfish for the Apocalypse team?

It occurred to me that what I should write was a treatise on the humanity of heroes. A hero is also a human being, and he has no obligation or responsibility to dedicate himself selflessly to others. Why can't he have an ordinary life like an ordinary person? He has the right to fall in love, to get married, to live an ordinary life.

Why does with great power comes great responsibility? Whose rule is this? Behind this statement, how many people feel that heroes should sacrifice themselves? How many heroic gods are used to it?

They assume that the customer is God, and they make the hero their special slave, and if you don't succeed in saving it, it's your fault.

Heroes also have lovers, why should the hero's lover endure the pain and cut his love, put the righteousness first, and be proud of the hero's sacrifice?

No, I can't do it, I can't accept Optimus's death, I want people, not ashes.

My mind became more and more irritable, and whether to leave or not to leave became a battle between gods and demons in my mind. I lowered my face and saw the information that Qing Mu had sorted out for me, the structure of the PrivateGolde virus, the special structure of the Starter Factor, the process of combining the PrivateGolde Virus with the Starclan Factor, and all the experimental processes explained by the Thousand Hands Pervert.

My mind gradually calmed down, it was these boring data that freed me from my troubled thoughts, I still concentrated on the paper in front of me, and as for the rest, I will talk about it slowly.

The road is walked by people, the solution is figured out by people, there is always a way to get the best of both worlds, but I haven't found it yet.

All day, I was writing my thesis, and thanks to Qing Mu's organization, I wrote smoothly. Before you know it, it's noon.

I stretched, hungry.

"I'm going to cook." Qing Mu stood up.

Qingtian suddenly got up and pointed at him: "You continue to check the information for Xiao Ling, and I'll go cook." ”

Qing Mu was worried, and Qingtian raised his eyebrows: "What, worried that I burned the kitchen?" Optimus got up and swayed to the kitchen.

Qing Mu was still worried: "Captain, do you know that Captain Qingtian can cook?" ”

I thought about it and shook my head: "I just know that the wheel Western food is doing well." "When he stayed in our dormitory, he used to cook us Western food.

Looking back now, it feels like those days were so far away. Time has passed, and the people around me have changed from Yan Ling to the current Qing Mu. Round after round, I miss the days when I was carefree, eating, drinking, and wandering all day long.

"Bang!" Suddenly, there was a strange noise in the kitchen, and Qing Mu and I immediately looked at it, already worried.

"Smack!" This sound is definitely a bowl drop.

"Knock knock!" Terrible chopping sounds.

"Huh!" It's the sound of oil popping.

"Ahh It's the shout of the sky.

"Bang dang!" It was like the sound of a pot being thrown away by him.

"Whoa!" It's the sound of the door opening.

Qingmu and I immediately looked at the computer, as if we hadn't heard anything and nothing had happened.

"Ahem." Optimus shook over to us, "That...... I ordered takeout, what do you want to eat? ”

"Wow-" Suddenly, little Wukong's exclamation was heard, "Who burned our kitchen?" Little Wukong rushed out, surrounded by stunned Xiao Xuan.

Optimus craned his face and began to whistle.

I tried to hold back my laughter, and Qing Mu sighed lightly and got up: "I'll do it." Not long after the captain was discharged from the hospital, he also needed nutrition and couldn't eat takeout often. As he spoke, he looked at Qingtian with some seriousness, as if admonishing.

Optimus glanced at him, and he walked past him indifferently.

"Oh~~~ Brother Qingmu cooks, there is something delicious, Xiao Xuan, let's continue to play games!" Little Wukong pulled up Xiao Xuan and returned, a little otaku, and brought out a big otaku.

Xiao Xuan didn't move, still standing in place and looking at me from afar.

I beckoned to him, and he blinked.

Brother Qing Mu walked in front of him, reached out and touched his head: "Are you going to help your sister Su Ling write her paper?" ”

At this moment, Xiao Xuan turned around without hesitation and went back to the room with Xiao Wukong to play games!

"Did you see that?!" I jumped up and pointed at Qingtian in the direction of Xiao Xuan's escape, "He actually escaped!" Does he know what a thesis is?! Did he get it? ”

Qingtian smiled and sat down cross-legged: "It seems that the thesis is the most powerful weapon of destruction, and no one is not afraid of it." ”

I sat down angrily: "I thought Xiao Xuan would accompany me." ”

Qingtian leaned on his shoulder again: "Are you still not satisfied with me accompanying you?" ”

I rubbed my fingers, unhappy: "My hands are numb when I write my paper." ”

"Then I'll write it for you." With that, he volunteered to sit down in front of my computer, and his expression became serious, "En...... Where do I put this information? ”

"Here." I mean.

"That's not right! I haven't written a statement yet! Ah! You deleted what I originally wrote! Don't move! I shoved him away, "Are you really helping me?" I looked at him angrily, and he grinned at me.