The unscrupulous system forced me to frantically test the small black room

Lang Bushin walked back and forth.

Sometimes he sits in the toilet, sometimes he stands on the balcony, and his expression is ever-changing and colorful.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that I always have my phone in my hand.

"Lang Bushin, are you going to sleep? I'm so sleepy." Qiao Mu yawned.

Lang Bushin clenched the phone in his hand with a conflicted look on his face.

"Or you can just call him. You've been struggling to get his phone number since you got it." Qiao Mu yawned again, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

"I was afraid of embarrassment, afraid that he actually didn't want to contact us friends in China," said Lang Bushin.

"But didn't you say that you agreed to contact each other when you said goodbye?" Qiao Mu puffed his cheeks, feeling dissatisfied that he couldn't sleep yet.

"That was at that time. We reconciled at that time. Maybe he changed his mind and didn't want to reconcile anymore?" Lang Bushin said.

"Even so, you could have just made a phone call to confirm. It's better than keeping me here and not letting me sleep." Qiao Mu pouted.

"I'm nervous." Lang Bushin replied.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Mu scratched his head in annoyance, and scratched himself so hard that his hair stood on end.

Qiao Mu simply picked up his mobile phone and dialed Gu Dongnan's contact number.

When a busy voice sounded, Lang Bushin's breath was choked and he looked at Qiao Mu in horror.

Qiao Mu smiled and handed the phone to Lang Bushin with his chubby short hands.

Lang Bushin subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he couldn't contain his excitement and took the phone with trembling hands, as if he was holding a hot potato.

The busy tone continued, and every "beep" tugged at Lang Bushin's nerves, making him feel whole body tense.

The busy tone lasted too long and Lang Bushin began to feel a little disappointed. It was obvious that no one was going to answer the call.

Lang Bushin pretended to be indifferent and handed the phone to Qiao Mu.

"I guess people just don't bother to answer the call when they see it's a domestic number. I won't call anymore. It's boring."

As soon as Lang Bushin finished speaking, the busy tone ended.

"Hello?" Gu Dongnan's voice came from the phone.

Lang Bushin's heart tightened suddenly, his hands trembled, and the phone almost fell down. He caught it in a panic.

"Hello? Who is this?" Gu Dongnan asked again, tiredness revealed in his voice.

Lang Bushin swallowed a mouthful of saliva to relieve the dryness in his throat, and his whole body couldn't stop shaking for some unknown reason. He tried to organize his words several times but couldn't utter a single word.

"If you don't talk anymore, I'll hang up." Gu Dongnan said.

Lang Bushin became anxious and spoke.

"It's me, Lang Bushin."

At this time, Gu Dongnan, who was sitting in front of the computer on the other side of the ocean, paused with his left hand typing on the keyboard and his right hand taking notes on the data.

Gu Dongnan was startled, and a light suddenly appeared in his pupils.

The senior brother on the podium noticed Gu Dongnan's pause. Gu Dongnan only reacted for a moment, then turned down the volume of his Bluetooth headset, and his hands became busy again.

"Sir, I have received your data and am currently summarizing and analyzing it." Gu Dongnan said to the phone on the table.

Lang Bushin was completely confused after hearing this.

"What is it? I'm Lang Bushin. Did you hear me clearly? I'm Lang Bushin." Lang Bushin shouted into the phone.

"I already understand your needs and feedback. There's no need to emphasize them to me again and again." Gu Dongnan replied.

Lang Bushin was puzzled. What did this mean? Did he mean that he didn't want to communicate with him?

"Forget it. If you don't want to pay attention to me, don't reply with random gibberish to perfunctorily deal with me. I'm hanging up." Lang Bushin curled his lips.

Gu Dongnan became anxious upon hearing this and even hit several wrong keys on the keyboard, but he didn't dare show it on his face.

"My data analysis and guidance report can be issued at 6 p.m. US time. I hope you can check it on time." Gu Dongnan said.

Lang Bushin frowned, what the hell was going on.

Qiao Mu threw back the quilt and stood up, tiptoed to the phone and spoke in a low voice.

"Gu Dongnan, is it inconvenient for you to answer our call now?" Qiao Mu asked.

"Yes, our report will be issued according to your indicator requirements." Gu Dongnan replied.

Lang Bushin didn't understand the meaning of Qiao Mu's question just now, but when he heard Gu Dongnan's "yes", his mind suddenly became clear.

"Damn, Gu Dongnan, you wouldn't be fooled into committing telecom fraud, right?" Lang Bushin exclaimed.

Well, actually it wasn’t that smart. Qiao Mu had no choice but to let the two of them communicate on their own, then climbed onto the bed and covered himself with the quilt.

Gu Dongnan on the other side was also helpless.

"You can rest assured about this. There will be no mistakes in the data." Gu Dongnan said.

Lang Bushin understood this sentence, which meant that he was fine.

"So it is really inconvenient for you to answer the phone now? Is someone monitoring you?" Lang Bushin asked tentatively.

"Yes, do you have any other additional requirements?" Gu Dongnan asked.

"Okay, when you say six o'clock in the afternoon, do you mean this is the convenient time to answer the phone?" Lang Bushin asked.

"Okay, I understand. If there is nothing else, I'll hang up first. I will finish the report at 6 pm US time." Gu Dongnan said.

Lang Bushin wanted to ask more questions, but Gu Dongnan hung up the phone first.