Chapter 1094: Chapter 1094: Star Era Guide (44)
Professor Wei perseveres: “Imagine, everyone in the whole galaxy treats you as a hero. Exciting, right?”
Chuzheng internally chuckles: “Not exciting.”
What is a hero?
Can it make the Good Person Card think I’m a good person?
Professor Wei angrily slams the table, and then feels sorry, quickly caressing the incredibly valuable table.
“Then what is your dream? Don’t say you don’t have one; everyone has them!”
Chuzheng props her chin up, glancing over at Jing Lan.
Jing Lan irritably stares at Professor Wei with a metal bar already in hand, unsure of its use.
Perhaps aware of Chuzheng’s gaze, Jing Lan locks eyes with her.
–
Professor Wei is driven away, and Jing Lan fiddles with the metal bar, his lashes veiling the light in his eyes.
His gaze lacks focus, obviously daydreaming.
Jing Lan is contemplating what he saw in Chuzheng’s eyes.
He seems to have witnessed her dreams in her eyes.
It’s him.
Even Jing Lan finds it somewhat absurd.
But he can’t help but think.
Would someone consider him their lifelong dream, pursuing him, possessing him…
Jing Lan lies down on the metal platform, completely emptying his thoughts.
Suddenly, he senses a weight on him, scattered thoughts returning as familiar visage reflects in his sapphire eyes.
Chuzheng somehow climbed up, sitting on him in an intimate posture.
Chuzheng reaches out to press a button beside him.
The metal door slowly closes, producing a muffled sound.
The light in the office gradually changes, the outside scenery fades away, turning into a soft, gentle glow.
Like stars twinkling faintly in the night sky.
“Baby?” Jing Lan is a bit bewildered by Chuzheng: “What are you doing?”
Chuzheng bends down to kiss his lips, Jing Lan makes a faint sound, surrendering in the next second.
Her unique cold fragrance continuously invades.
Thoughts seem to scatter into the starry river, ebbing and flowing without boundaries.
He wants to grasp something.
But all around are scattered stars, elusive starlight, he can catch nothing.
Just when he is at a loss, he captures a star.
He hears her voice.
Coming from afar.
She says: “I want to understand my dreams.”
–
Jing Lan inexplicably loses himself, feeling bewildered, he flips down from the metal platform, casually puts on clothes, silently tidies the mess, and opens the window to ventilate.
Chuzheng just wears his shirt, sitting beside him watching.
Her gaze always cool and clear, revealing no fluctuations.
Yet when she seriously looks at him, Jing Lan always feels she sees only him, a sort of focus and seriousness.
Making his heart race wildly.
Jing Lan’s ears inexplicably feel warm, he props himself onto the platform, takes a bottle of liquor from the side.
Cool liquid slides down his throat to the stomach.
But it doesn’t suppress the rolling heat within his body.
Scalding like blazing fire.
Nothing can extinguish it.
“Baby.”
“Hmm.”
“Hug me.”
“Still want…”
Jing Lan interrupts her: “Baby, I just want you to hug me.”
“Oh.”
Chuzheng reaches out and pulls him into her embrace, Jing Lan says nothing, slowly sipping his drink, sweet fragrance of wine swirling in the air.
Chuzheng stares at his wine-stained lips, Jing Lan’s lips are beautifully shaped and full, kissed earlier, now tinted red, making one want to taste them even more.
Jing Lan slightly turns his head: “Baby, no, you’ll feel unwell.”
Chuzheng: “…”
Seems urgent to find the remaining materials, otherwise can’t even kiss.
Putting down the liquor, Jing Lan embraces Chuzheng’s waist, burying himself in her warmth: “Baby, you can transfer departments; your spiritual power can do more, shouldn’t waste it here.”
Professor Wei is right, she has so much future.
Unlike him…
He’s done for this lifetime.
He once thought he’d never have anything again, but now he can still have her, so he should watch her go higher, further…
Chuzheng anxiously: “No transfer.”
Can transferring departments still be as leisurely as now?!
What a joke!
The Good Person Card isn’t keeping me!
Is he planning to hand out Good Person Cards to others behind my back?
Jing Lan’s voice seems muffled: “Why? Don’t you want to learn more? Your future has only just begun…”
Chuzheng ponders for a while, coldly asks: “You want me to leave you that much?”
Jing Lan’s heart skips a beat, then becomes helpless: “I don’t mean that, I surely don’t want you to leave me.”
He hopes she would just accompany him like this.
But he doesn’t want his selfishness to wreck her future.
“Since you don’t want to, you should keep me. Why push me out?”
Is the dramatic ‘holding on and not allowing to go’ scene on TV just fiction?
Why doesn’t the Good Person Card learn!!
Jing Lan feels if he continues to speak, she’d accuse him of something dreadful.
“I’m not, I won’t speak anymore.” Jing Lan says.
Jing Lan knows Chuzheng doesn’t rely on him.
She mostly acts on her own, not wanting to leave here, Jing Lan finds surprising and delightful.
“Baby, I like you.” Jing Lan murmurs softly: “Really like you a lot.”
“Hmm.”
“Do you like me?”
“Like.”
Jing Lan seems to chuckle, he slowly kisses along Chuzheng’s waist, pressing her onto the metal platform.
“So baby, do you still want to explore your dreams deeply?”
Chuzheng looks at him, after a while solemnly nods.
Jing Lan smiles looking at her, finger brushes her nose: “I’ll let you explore tonight.”
Jing Lan doesn’t dare to act recklessly, he drank earlier, fearing when he’s lost in passion Chuzheng kisses him, her spiritual power is too strong, even a bit is not good for her.
Chuzheng: “…”
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Professor Wei relentless, pesters Chuzheng daily on transferring departments.
Chuzheng completely ignores him, busy collecting materials for Jing Lan, Star Coins flow out like water.
King’s Account has a sort of fatherly satisfaction.
It seems to have gained a new skill.
Perhaps it can make the Good Person Card have some perplexing condition, one that spends big money.
Chuzheng unaware of the dangerous things King’s Account is contemplating.
Master Yin Er looks at Chuzheng’s collection, silently giving thumbs up: “The wealthy are indeed wealthy.”
Master Yin Er’s money is indeed from his father, though he can spend a lot, but not as extravagantly as Chuzheng.
“Only two left.” Master Yin Er says: “Keep it up! Soon our Jing Lan will be fine!”
Chuzheng gives Master Yin Er a sinister look: “Ours?”
“Yours, yours.” Master Yin Er rubs his arm, he’s a man, what could possibly happen to him? Why is the wealthy so stingy!
“I’ll try to find them soon.”
Master Yin Er turns serious: “Then I’ll prepare the subsequent tasks, once the materials arrive we can start synthesizing.”
Chuzheng thinks it over, seeing no issues: “Need money?”
“…Yes indeed.”
Master Yin Er looks at a string of zeros in his account, silently sheds tears, sour like a Lemon.
Jing Lan really picked up a treasure.