After exhausting myself to death

The old professors at the institute were eager to see through it.

Well, who doesn’t have one or two projects at hand, and twenty-four hours a day is not enough, so how can he have time to join in the fun? But today is different from the past. The transcendental theory is before them. Who is in the mood to care about the crooked melons and jujubes on their hands.

That is to say, that email and Shen Minghuan himself were quickly classified as major secrets by the country, which led to the fact that there were not many people waiting. Otherwise, the entire staff of the institute would have come to see what Shen Minghuan, who could write such a thing, looked like. How about it? Do you have more heads and six arms than normal people?

As soon as Shen Minghuan was led in, she met several pairs of burning eyes: "..."

He tentatively stretched out his hand to say hello: "I'm Shen Minghuan, new employee. How are you, professors?"

Xu Xiangdong thought to himself that you always keep your character in mind.

The old man standing at the front held his hand and said with a smile: "Welcome, welcome, I am Gu Wangshu, you can just call me Mr. Gu, little comrade is so young."

In many cases, the "young" that seniors say to newcomers is not entirely a compliment. Young means childish and immature, but it is different in this industry. At least for Gu Wangshu, in his words Every syllable of admiration comes from the heart.

Shen Minghuan is only twenty-eight years old, and he has easily surpassed the achievements of others in his lifetime.

The people next to me couldn't wait to squeeze Gu Wangshu away, "Comrade Shen Minghuan, I finally meet you. My name is Song Yunshui. You can call me whatever you want."

The kind-hearted old man at the end seemed to feel that the behavior of his colleagues was very humiliating. He glared at them angrily and said kindly: "My name is Zhai Yan. If you don't mind, little comrade, you can call me grandma."

Shen Minghuan greeted obediently: "Mr. Gu, Mr. Song, Grandma Zhai."

After the initial pleasantries, the situation became a little awkward.

Although the professors did not understand Shen Minghuan as clearly as Xu Xiangdong, they still knew about the amnesia of the person in front of them.

He was more or less a patient. It was getting late now, and Shen Minghuan had just arrived. Logically speaking, he should be sent back to rest early. But it was quite uncomfortable for them to say these words. They had hardly slept since yesterday, and when they closed their eyes, their minds were filled with theories about cosmic exploration.

If the tangled doubts in my heart cannot be resolved, today will definitely be another day of bad sleep.

Seeing their hesitant expressions, Shen Minghuan said thoughtfully, "How about we start working directly now?"

The professors struggled for a second and decided to follow their own hearts. They immediately smiled and said, "Okay, okay."

"Now?" Xu Xiangdong looked at the physical examination report in his hand awkwardly. It was dinner time. Should he be tough and drag the person away?

Professor Zhai noticed Xu Xiangdong's movements carefully and said, "Let's go eat first and chat while we eat."

Professors chatting while eating is a very painful thing for ordinary people, but fortunately Comrade Xu Xiangdong already has enough experience. He ate his food and tried to clear his mind, not to embarrass himself from thinking about the things that were going on in his ears. professional discussion.

When he went to serve the second bowl, he noticed that the conversation pattern on the scene had changed.

Shen Minghuan was speaking alone, while the other three were listening. Although Comrade Xiao Xu still couldn't understand the content, this did not prevent him from marveling at the scene.

Their company is making great progress and has hired an amazing boss.

"So that's it. No wonder my last experiment failed no matter what I did. It turns out that the fusion of @%jk and \u0026 # dp can produce this kind of reaction."

"Ming Huan, how did your head grow? This problem has been bothering me for two months."

"I can't wait to see what the cosmic probe does."

In just one meal, the title in their mouths has changed from "Comrade Shen" to "Ming Huan".

The smile on Professor Gu's face has never dropped since he saw Shen Minghuan: "Minghuan, how did you come up with the idea of ​​building a cosmic detector? Is it just a temporary idea?"

They originally thought that the email written by Shen Minghuan was the result of his accumulation in the past twenty-eight years, but now they found out after chatting that Shen Minghuan was involved in almost every field, and his level was not low. His mind is filled with a bunch of fantastic ideas that can be realized. If there is no space detector, there will be intercontinental missiles, biochips, intelligent nanny robots...

Shen Minghuan has so many technologies that can greatly enhance the country's military strength or quickly improve people's livelihood. Professor Gu is very curious as to why this person's first goal is to look at the universe.

Shen Minghuan said seriously: "I think there will be aliens."

The professors were amused by his expression and laughed in unison.

The universe is so vast and mysterious, and anything can happen, but human beings are so small, and it takes countless generations of hard work to increase the chance of encountering beautiful things.

——Beyond the earth is the solar system, and beyond the solar system is the Milky Way. We haven’t even fully figured out where we stand yet. The fact of aliens is too far away.

The system showed up again to show off its understanding of Shen Minghuan: [Host, do you suspect that the Movie King System is related to aliens? ]

Shen Minghuan took a bite of the chicken leg: [Be bold and change "doubt" to "certain". ]

Either this so-called movie star system is an alien, or it is the scientific and technological achievement of aliens. Unfortunately, he has not seen it yet and cannot be sure whether it is a new form of life.

*

Wen Jianyan received a salary of 500 yuan from the group leader.

Because of his outstanding professional ability, he was able to have one line in the role he received today, playing the role of a beggar in a ruined temple.

A beggar spends half his life in a state of confusion. He wakes up to beg for money, buys some food when he gets it, and goes hungry when he doesn't get it. This goes on day after day.

That day when he was sleeping, a dazzling sword light flashed across his eyelids. He woke up and found that the son of the leader of the martial arts alliance was having a sword duel with someone. There was also a graceful beauty waiting on the roof nearby.

The beggar had heard many times about the handsome deeds of the son of the martial arts leader.

"What a pleasure," he said.

He died after saying this.

The martial arts practitioner's internal energy surges and scatters in all directions with the light of the sword, and the beggar dies from accidental injuries.

The five hundred yuan also included a red envelope for him playing "Dead Man".

Wen Jianyan put the money away. If he saved it, the money might be enough for him to live for a month. He doesn't get roles like this every time. Not surprisingly, this may be his biggest income in a long time.

Although it may only be shown for a few seconds in the end, Wen Jianyan can confidently say that he has never been sorry for any role he has played, even if it is just a background panel to make up the number of people in the play.

If you don't really like acting, who would be willing to do such hard work and earn a meager salary just to survive?

Wen Jianyan was suddenly in a trance, inexplicably thinking of Shen Minghuan, his former friend, the person he thought would always walk side by side on the road of being an actor.

However, he quickly showed a sarcastic smile - What is a dream that can be given up so easily?

Who is a good friend if he can use the other person as a stepping stone without hesitation?

[Host, let me remind you, there are still thirty minutes to complete the task, and there will be penalties for failing the task. ]

Wen Jianyan's expression remained unchanged, he said farewell to the people around him calmly, and then walked back to the house he rented nearby.

The house was small, dark and damp, and there wasn't much room for a small bed.

The phone in his pocket rang as soon as he closed the door. Wen Jianyan took it out and looked at the name of the contact, and smiled involuntarily.

——He was not so happy when he received his salary just now.

"In short, do you have time to come out for dinner?"

Wen Jianyan said helplessly: "Brother Zhou, it's not easy for you to make money. Just keep the flowers for yourself. I took on more group acting roles today and I just got a generous salary."

The man's voice was gentle. He could actually guess that the so-called "generous salary" might not be much, but he did not show any mercy: "Then I will go see you tomorrow? We haven't seen each other for a long time. You still live in the previous one." place?"

"It's really unnecessary." Wen Jianyan didn't want to show his embarrassment to those people. It wasn't that he felt it was a shame, but he was afraid that they would worry and find ways to supplement him. "I still have work tomorrow, Brother Zhou. , you won’t be able to see me even if you come here.”

Qi Yunzhou sighed helplessly: "Okay, then you take care of yourself."

He thought deeply and said: "In short, if there is need, you must ask, don't feel embarrassed, we are brothers."

Qi Yunzhou has always been reserved, and with his particularly reserved expression of emotions, this sentence is already very straightforward and passionate.

Wen Jian said with a smile: "How could I be polite to you..."

[Mission failed, punishment begins, countdown: 00:00:59]

A severe pain seemed to spread through every blood vessel in his body and throughout his limbs. Wen Jianyan leaned against the wall, barely holding himself up from falling.

His voice didn't change at all: "Brother Zhou, I have something to do here. I'll hang up now. We'll chat on WeChat later."

Qi Yunzhou did not raise any suspicion: "Okay, you go and do your work first."

When he saw that the call page had hung up, Wen Jianyan finally couldn't help but curl up on the ground. The hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, his face was pale, and his body was shaking slightly because of pain.

He bit his sleeve skillfully, refusing to let out a cry of pain.

Ever since the first time he had no experience and bit his lower lip until it bled, he had tried his best to avoid hurting himself. It's just that the pain makes me unable to think, and sometimes it bites my arm.

It doesn't matter, he is an actor, as long as it doesn't hurt his face.

The "ding-dong" sound of his cell phone brought him back to his chaotic mind.

Wen Jianyan reluctantly opened her eyes and saw a new message from their group popping up on the screen.

[Brother, give me a hug (5)]

[Guan Yang: Listen, listen, the song I just composed will only be performed once! 】

[Guan Yang: That is to say, you are my brothers, and I won’t listen to other people. 】

[Guanyang: (share file)]

[Chu He:...]

[Lin Jiashu: Oh my ears, Guanyang, I will kill you! I was wearing headphones and the volume was turned up to the maximum, and I was almost sent away by your suona! 】

[Chu He:...]

[Qi Yunzhou: Fortunately, I haven’t clicked it yet. 】

This minute seemed as long as a century. Wen Jianyan lay on the ground for a long time and then reached out to pick up the phone.

There were dozens of messages in the group. He clicked on the file and listened quietly.

[Wen Jianyan: It actually sounds pretty good. 】

[Chuhe:? 】

[Lin Jiashu: Brother Yan, what stimulated you? 】

[Guan Yang: Lin Jiashu, you are farting. My works just sound great, but Brother Yan has a good vision. 】