Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

Before meeting the adjutant, Song Qiao needed to change clothes.

Needless to say, these androids under Si Qing moved so fast. It felt like the uniforms were ready as soon as she signed the appointment.

Nineteen took Song Qiao to a medium-sized single-story building with complete infrastructure. It could even be said to be science fiction that she had never seen before.

In front of the building, there was an android who looked very similar to Hera waiting there.

"Hello Director, I am your personal assistant, number." The android smiled at Song Qiao.

Song Qiao raised his eyebrows slightly, "From now on, your name will be Herara."

Nineteen glanced at Song Qiao. It was obvious that she was hesitant to speak.

The android blinked, "As long as you like it. Anyway, let's take a look at the residence first."

Entering inside, you will see the universe, including accommodation area, leisure area, office area and exercise area.

In the training area, there is a physical training area for Alpha and a mental training area for Omega.

Song Qiao would need to slowly explore and use it in the future. The prepared uniforms were placed in the cloakroom, and Song Qiao quickly changed into them.

After going out, Herara handed her a box.

Open it, and inside is a black and red mirror watch about one finger wide, which can also be said to be a mobile phone. At the same time, there is also a very mini electronic ball next to it.

"Director, this is your communication suit. Do you want me to help you put on your headphones?" Herara said warmly.

"It's troublesome."

The electronic beads were injected into Song Qiao's ears by Herara through the special container, and she did not feel any discomfort. Wearing the communication phone on her hand, logging in the identification code, and scanning her pupils, she heard a clear access prompt in her ears.

"You can add subordinates in the future without manual operations, use voice recognition to make calls and issue commands." Herara introduced.

And Song Qiao waved her left hand lightly, and a virtual pop-up box popped up from the wristband, which contained all the information that she could view within her authority, as well as communication contacts.

There is currently only one person's name there.

Si Qing.

"Nineteen, your communication number." Song Qiao waved to Nineteen.

Nineteen was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand and touched Song Qiao's wrist gently, adding successfully.

"Oh! Where is your communicator? Why didn't I see it?" Song Qiao was surprised.

Nineteen pointed at the glasses, "Well, I have nerve sensors covered under my skin, so I don't need to wear a communicator."

Hiss...is this what is called an experimental subject...

Song Qiao did not continue the topic, "Let's go and meet the adjutant who personally selected me."

"You should call her sir." Nineteen reminded.

Song Qiao curled her lips, "She can't hear her anyway, why do you need to call me that? Just don't, Si Qing, old fox, bad woman."

Relying on Jiujiu's stupid mouth and inability to tell the truth, Song Qiao happily vented his displeasure.

Nineteen's breathing gradually accelerated. She reached out and pressed her temple, put away her glasses, and then grabbed Song Qiao.

"Stop talking." Nineteen stopped him seriously.

"If you don't tell me, don't tell me. Why are you taking off your glasses..." Song Qiao covered her heart, "You want to use your beauty to incite rebellion against me?"

Nineteen couldn't understand Song Qiao's brain circuit at all. She just looked at Song Qiao with her pure blue eyes, and after a while, she said something that made Song Qiao want to hit her head first.

"You can hear me, sir."

"What do you mean?" Song Qiao asked subconsciously.

"She can see and hear everything..." Nineteen explained.

Song Qiao paused on the spot, "No, she is invading your privacy!!!"

"Nineteen doesn't need privacy."

"She also violated my privacy!!" Song Qiao was like a hairy Alterian.

On the mushroom tree, two Ertes squatted together and licked each other's fur. They were startled by Song Qiao's loud voice.

"Will this human have hairy hair like us?" one of the puppets asked.

"Her hair is too thin, only the top of her head is blown up." Another gray-blue cat answered.

Just after Song Qiao finished saying those words, Si Qing's voice came out of his ears without any warning.

"Huh? Your privacy?"

With 360 degrees of reverberation, Song Qiao's mind seemed to be invaded repeatedly by that rhetorical question.

Forget about Yu Jie’s voice, she still has a lazy tone! ! !

Covering her ears, Song Qiao took a deep breath, "Why...can she talk to me directly?"

Nineteen looked innocent, "This is the authority of the chief."

The name of some kind of mythical beast rolled around in Song Qiao's mouth, but in the end he didn't dare to curse out.

She was timid and looked at the silver dome where Si Qing had received her before, "Sir... do you have any other orders?"

"No."

Song Qiao released his hands covering his ears and continued walking with Nineteen, but did not continue to complain about Si Qing.

Taking the spaceship again, Song Qiao couldn't understand it.

"Where?"

"Federal Capital, Light of the Galaxy." Nineteen said simply.

Leaving the satellite, the spacecraft flew towards the huge blue planet surrounded by the satellite.

After penetrating a layer of transparent and luminous protective cover, a pleasant female voice automatically sounded in the spacecraft.

"Welcome to the light of the galaxy, it is stardate 5765..."

Passing over spaceships of different shapes one after another, and flying through countless bustling and lively cities, the spaceship finally landed somewhere on the planet, with majestic cities, towering cloud-like buildings, and magnificent buildings shining brightly.

There were many small spaceships parked at the docking point. Follow Nineteen to the elevator.

There were no people along the way. Occasionally I met one or two. After seeing Song Qiao, they would immediately bow their heads and stand aside without saying a word.

In the reception room, Song Qiao opened the door, and the woman who heard the noise in the room turned around. At that moment, both of them were stunned.

After closing the door, Nineteen silently walked to the sofa on the other side and sat down.

Song Qiao looked at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar person and said softly: "Xia..."

Shia's long light green hair has been cut short, and she is wearing a decent federal uniform, silver and blue, looking a little more tough than before.

There are still those beautiful green eyes, but now there is no clear smile in those eyes, they are covered with a layer of mist.

Song Qiao was rushed towards and hugged by Xia.

For her, it was a short time, and she could not feel the passage. For Shia, it was five years since she had been missing without any information.

A soft sob came, and Song Qiao patted Xia's back comfortingly, "I was sucked into the wormhole, and time was messed up, so you never found me..."

"I'm sorry for making you worry."

Song Qiao was so magnanimous that Xia's excited and complicated emotions gradually calmed down.

She raised her head from Song Qiao's shoulder and carefully scanned Song Qiao's face inch by inch. The face had not changed much, but the color of the pupils had changed, and the hair had grown longer.

The eyebrows are more refined and less childish.

I used to think that she looked young and pretended to be mature, but now she is just fine.

Her temperament and appearance match perfectly.

Looking at Xia, Song Qiao's smiling mouth froze, and a pair of crimson eyes that looked like a smile but not a smile appeared in his mind.

She let go of Sia calmly, "Why are you here?"