Today, Lovett had planned to spend the day alone in the school planetarium, decorating the Christmas tree and doing his own astronomical research.

Now I'm not in any mood.

Not knowing what was going on in his mind, Lovett began to organize some of his things at the planetarium.

Although he longed to become a real professor at Stanford, he also did not want to live in a "nightmare" by himself.

Especially entangled with a middle-aged fat woman who is married.

At noon, Lovett ate alone in the cafeteria.

Although it was the Christmas holiday, there were some people at Stanford who didn't enjoy the holidays like Lovett.

So the cafeteria will be open for an hour at noon.

But if you want to eat well, it's gone, and it's basically some fast food that is heated up in the background and served.

Lovett chewed the macaroni in his mouth without knowing the taste.

Consider whether your resignation letter should be handed in now or wait until the end of the holidays.

"Excuse me, can I sit here?"

An elegant male voice came from the opposite side.

Lovett looked up and saw that it was a handsome man in a suit, but the other party was not holding a plate, apparently specifically to talk to him.

"Please. ”

Lovett just replied casually, waiting for the other party's words.

After the man sat down, he looked left and right, seemingly casually, and then held his chin and looked at Lovett to eat.

Lovett felt a little uncomfortable.

A man staring at himself to eat, wouldn't it be a GAY, it was bad enough to be misunderstood and looked at by Kimfrán, isn't it enough

When Lovett couldn't resist asking, the other person spoke first.

"Mr. Lovett, have you encountered anything strange lately?"

Just one sentence grabbed Lovett's attention.

"***, you did all this, right?"

Lovett seemed to have found an outlet, and roared whether it was right or not, and only quieted down when he saw the surprise of the people around him.

"Judging by this reaction, it should have been encountered. ”

"Lovett, calm down, tell me what happened to you, maybe I can help you. ”

Lovett's depressed mood seemed to have been vented a lot from the roar just now, which would calm down a little.

"I'm sorry, sir, I shouldn't have yelled at you, I'm in a bad mood, and I don't want to tell outsiders. ”

It was not surprising that the other party knew his name, and he had a teaching assistant work card pinned to his chest.

"Lovett, your condition is not serious, but it may not be necessary to drag it out, my name is Sola, this is my business card, if you want to be clear, call me. ”

The man in the suit handed Lovett a business card and got up to leave.

Lovett saw that he had literally disappeared into the cafeteria entrance, so he picked up the business card on the table.

There is no company or address written on it, and there are not many fancy introductions.

It's under "Foreign Affairs Agency Secret Service Group A, Sola", followed by a string of phone numbers.

The foreign affairs agency has such a company or a government department

It's like a 007, what a weirdo.

Although he complained, Lovett took the man's words to heart.

That strange thing called Sora can't be a string of relationships between himself and Jin Fran inexplicably.

Forget it, leave him alone, resign from Stanford, and find another job.

Lovett put the card away.

。。。

The Lovett thug woke up in a deep sense of discomfort.

"Vomit~~"

"Papa ”

A whole bunch of stuff was spat out of his mouth.

He shook his head.

"Sir, sir, you're all right, you shouldn't have eaten so much. ”

Lovett felt a little sober, and looked up at the person who spoke, a yellow man with yellow skin and black hair, wearing a waiter's uniform.

A strong feeling of fullness came from the abdomen, and when I looked at the stomach, it popped out.

"Where is this?"

"Sir, this is a Zhengwei Chinese restaurant, you have ordered a lot of things since you just came in, and you have eaten six or seven times the food of a normal person. ”

Lovett then noticed that he was on a dining table with several empty plates in front of him.

A vague memory of eating Hesse nonsense was also remembered.

Looking at the dirt that he spat on the ground, he said sorry to the waiter.

"How much should I pay?"

"It's $160 in total. ”

The waiter took out the order slip.

Lovett paid for his meal, left another $5 tip, and staggered to his feet.

How much did I TM eat

He staggered to the toilet, clasping his fingers to his throat.

"Vomit~~"

Countless foods have been induced from the esophagus to vomit into the toilet.

It took two or three times to vomit to feel better, but my body was so weak that I couldn't lift any strength.

How did you get to this Chinese restaurant, and how did you eat so much?

It feels like you're sleepwalking!

smiled self-deprecatingly, fortunately I didn't go to the French dinner, otherwise I would have lost a lot.

Waving to hail a taxi, Lovett just wanted to go home and get some rest.

The next day, Lovett went to a private clinic to see a doctor.

Although it is expensive, you can make a reservation as long as you make a reservation the day before.

As a result, after some examination, there was no problem with his body, and the doctor only advised him to rest more.

Lovett was sure that with his state last night, there must be something wrong.

He thought that the medical standard of the hospital was too poor, and he quarreled with the doctor in charge of him in the consultation room.

When I got to the service desk outside, I quarreled with the nurse in front of the desk, but I was still angry.

What a broken hospital, the doctor actually suspected that I had a mental problem!

Such an expensive fee, but such a broken attitude, the more Lovett, who had already left the medical center, thought about it, the more angry he became, and he couldn't help but want to go back and quarrel with the people inside.

At this time, Sarasso was hidden in the shadows of the night sky, quietly watching Lovett, as a spiritual master, it was not difficult for him to simply imitate Qiqi's ability.

And the dream tapir is a bit hypocritical with it among the many alchemy creatures, so it's okay to do a favor.

On the other side, after a while after Lovett came out of the clinic angrily, his heart calmed down a little.

And it quickly sensed that something was wrong.

The ambiguous misunderstanding with Jin Fran is already yellow mud falling off the crotch, and I can't tell why.

After that, I inexplicably went to a Chinese restaurant to eat, and ate to the point where I almost killed myself.

And the self just now is not normal.

Lovett is a typical good boy in science, and rarely gets angry with people, let alone arguing with contract medical staff in a hospital like this.

He felt like he must be in big trouble.

He even felt that he was no longer his normal self, could it be true that the doctor said that I might have a mental problem

That's impossible!

Wait, and Jin Fran's business, eating and drinking in a Chinese restaurant, making a lot of noise in the hospital...

Lovett subconsciously reached into his pocket and touched the business card.

Qingyi Literature.