Why do you have a crush on me again

Qu Yun suddenly opened his eyes, and saw Chen Dayong sitting across from him, he was holding his nose, and nosebleeds flowed from between his fingers.

How is this going?

"Dayong... why are you here?"

"I wipe! What do you mean? Are you sleepy?" Chen Dayong raised his head and searched in his pocket for a long time before finding the toilet paper, twisting it into strips and stuffing it into his nose.

Qu Yun looked at the receding streetlights outside the window, only then did he realize that they were on the highway.

Qu Yun pressed his head, and suddenly remembered that this was the end of their mission and they could go back to China to rest. After getting off the plane, they hailed a car.

Now it is time to send Chen Dayong to the long-distance bus station, and then go back to the apartment in the city by himself.

Wait, Chen Dayong was infected with the "Hale" virus on the way home on the long-distance bus this time!

Qu Yun grabbed Chen Dayong's shoulder and said nervously: "Dayong! Don't take a long-distance bus home! Hale virus is prevalent, and the long-distance bus is crowded with people, you will be infected!"

Chen Dayong lowered his head, looked at Qu Yun with a mentally ill expression, and said, "Are you okay? We were not struck by lightning along the way! Why are you out of your mind?"

At that moment, countless memories flooded into Qu Yun's mind.

He suddenly remembered that when they rushed to the crashed plane and delivered Ling Mo to the medical team, Ling Mo woke up not long after. Antibodies against the "Hale" virus were distributed to medical institutions around the world. Chen Dayong also arranged for a group injection of antibodies before going home.

A lot of news is still saying that human beings have once again defeated devastating viruses and the like.

Then they finished their shifts and returned to China. After completing the formalities, they flew back to their hometown. On the way home, Qu Yun fell asleep in the taxi.

So... was everything that happened before just a dream?

so true...

Qu Yun pressed his head.

"It's okay, Dayong... I just had a nightmare."

"No wonder you caught Zhang Yawu, it scared me to death." Chen Dayong shook his head amusedly, "Your fist is too powerful."

Qu Yun grinned and smiled: "I'm sorry! I also found that you were in danger in my dream, and I tried my best to save you, didn't I?"

"Come on, you didn't call me by my name just now, it was Professor Ling's name you yelled loudly." Chen Dayong glanced at Qu Yun.

"sorry Sorry……"

Qu Yun took out his mobile phone and searched for news about Ling Mo on the Internet. The top news was "Virologist Ling Mo conquered the 'Hale Virus'".

The Ling Mo photographed in the news is a 28-year-old Ling Mo, with mature facial features, calm but full of tension, even the outline of the silhouette has a certain calm and self-sustaining demeanor, which is contained in Qu Yun's eyes. A certain temperature robbed Qu Yun of his vision.

When the memory of reality returns, Qu Yun is confused.

When he looked at this photo, endless thoughts almost overwhelmed him. If everything before him was a dream, could he fall in love with someone just because of a dream?

Qu Yun didn't believe it, he wanted to see Ling Mo, and wanted to verify everything.

His thoughts were very chaotic, like countless threads intertwined and mixed together, Qu Yun was in it but couldn't sort out one thing or two.

When they came to the long-distance bus station, when Chen Dayong was driving with his luggage on his shoulders, Qu Yun grabbed his hand.

"What's wrong?" Chen Dayong asked.

"It's nothing, just give me a call when you get home." Qu Yun said.

"That's for sure!" Chen Dayong patted Qu Yun's shoulder, "Look at you sleeping in a taxi today, and you bleed my shoulder! Go back and take a good rest!"

"Don't slander me, I didn't drool on you!"

Qu Yun smiled helplessly, but he felt very lucky that Chen Dayong was safe and sound.

When Qu Yun returned to his home, he found that there was nothing in the house.

First, the toothpaste was out of date and the toothbrush was dry enough to clean the soles of my shoes.

Although the electricity is still available, the water has been cut off without paying the water bill. He has to buy a bucket of mineral water, or he will die of thirst.

Also, all kinds of food reserves are gone, and I finally go home to rest, so why do I have to prepare instant noodles, ham sausage, biscuits, etc. to live the wonderful life of an otaku at home?

Thinking of this, Qu Yun went out to visit the supermarket.

When he came to the elevator in the supermarket, the call came, and it was Chen Dayong.

"My mother! Kill me! I was in the car, guess who I ran into?"

Qu Yun laughed, and hearing Chen Dayong's frustrating voice, he knew it must be his old enemy.

"Why, did you meet Xiaohong?"

Qu Yun had always heard Chen Dayong say "Xiaohong" and "Xiaohong" before, but later he found out that his name was Yin Hong, and he was a colleague of a different team from them. When performing tasks, he disguised himself as a girl. He thought Chen Dayong was cute and made fun Once teased, teased for a long time, I can't let it go.

"Isn't that? How do you think he knows which bus I take to go home? Did you tell him?"

Qu Yun became happy, holding the elevator handrail with one hand, and holding the mobile phone with the other: "I don't have Xiaohong's mobile phone number, why should I inform him? You two are destined!"

At that moment, Qu Yun felt a hand gently covering the back of his hand, warm and soft, slowly upwards, hooking on his cuff, at that moment, Qu Yun was stunned.

There was something trembling in the back of my mind but I didn't know how to calm it down.

There was still Chen Dayong's bluffing voice in his ear, Qu Yun turned around suddenly, and saw a person standing on the reverse elevator beside him, wearing a dark windbreaker, with a straight back, cold and aloof, Qu Yun held on The elevator handrail fell onto the opposite elevator, knocking the uncles and aunts down.

That's Ling Mo!

That's Ling Mo!

Qu Yun from his back can't be mistaken!

The temperature and touch of his palm, Qu Yun can't be wrong!

He ran up the elevator, chased to the door of the mall, saw the figure in the windbreaker, and dragged him over.

"Ling Mo—"

The man looked at him with surprised eyes, a little dazed.

"First... sir... what can you do?"

"No, I'm sorry I admitted the wrong person."

Qu Yun's beating heart became quiet at that moment.

He looked around, there was a lot of people here, but Qu Yun didn't see anyone who looked like Ling Mo again.

He lowered his head, pressed his forehead, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "What's wrong with me..."

What seminar should Ling Mo attend at Q University at this time, and with his personality, he probably has no interest in going to the supermarket...

Qu Yun calmed down his heartbeat, took the escalator again, returned to the supermarket, and bought his toothpaste, toothbrush and various junk food.

He put his things in the refrigerator and slept soundly at home for two or three days, when he suddenly received a call from Instructor Liang.

"Hey, little cricket, are you moldy in your little nest?"

In front of Qu Yun's eyes, instructor Liang was holding a cigarette, grinning and not smoking.

"You're moldy!" Qu Yun sat up and said leaning against the head of the bed.

"Ah, by the way, are you free to come out and play together?"

Instructor Liang left the team at the end of his term, and was employed by Juli Group along with Rong Zhou. It was said that the annual salary was high, and Qu Yun planned to hit him hard.

"What are you playing? Legend of Sword and Fairy?"

"Which era of games are you still immersed in? We are all King of Glory now, you old man."

Qu Yun rolled his eyes: "Then what do you want to come out to play?"

"It's like this. I never told you that you have a senior brother. Although he didn't take up the post of defending the country like us, he is also very outstanding. He has made great contributions to the struggle between human survival and nature. contribute."

"Oh, what's wrong with my senior brother?" Qu Yun pursed his lips, seeing that Instructor Liang didn't talk about the topic for a long time, Qu Yun felt that someone must have made him eat a turtle.

"Your senior brother, you have good marksmanship! It's a bit like the blue is better than the blue. Last weekend we competed with flying saucers in the shooting hall, and we got a tie."

"Oh, this senior is amazing, who is he?" Qu Yun suddenly remembered that one time, Instructor Liang drank too much and boasted to these little carrots that one of the students he had trained was a graduate of a world-renowned university. Countless top research labs knelt down and begged him to join, and when they asked him who that person was, Instructor Liang said that his name was "Ling Mo".

At that time, Qu Yun didn't pay attention to it, but when he thought about it at this moment, his heart beat violently.

Ling Mo's virus research was sponsored by the Juli Group, and Instructor Liang is also working in the Juli Group now... So... So is this an opportunity?

Qu Yun suppressed his heart rate that was so chaotic that it was so chaotic, he said in a nonchalant voice: "Old Liang, are you going to brag again? You are invincible, and someone can draw with you? Tell me, what do you want?" thump?"

"You brat! Listen up, we're going to have another match at the shooting range this weekend, but I sprained my wrist trying to save an old man on a tricycle when I was out shopping for egg pancakes in the morning, so please ..."

"Ask me to fight on your behalf? Come on, Lao Liang, I know what you're thinking! Don't you just think, I'm your student, if I win that senior brother, you'll be lucky. If I lose , I started later than that senior brother, and losing doesn't mean your level." Qu Yun picked his ear, "Tell me, who is that senior brother?"

"Visiting professor and virologist of Q University—Ling Mo! Don't you always say I'm bragging? This time I'll let you meet the real person!"

"Well, let's see you this weekend!"

Qu Yun hung up the phone and lay on the bed. It took him a while to realize that he was about to see Ling Mo!

You can see his face and hear his voice!

Qu Yun was so excited, he rolled over on the bed several times, then got up immediately, and went downstairs to the barber shop to get his hair fixed.

"Boss, give me a handsome haircut!"

The boss took the scissors and was dumbfounded.

"I said, little brother, you are already in size, what else can I cut? Unless I shave your head..."

"That's it."

Qu Yun imagined that the top of his head was shining like a light bulb, it was horrible.

It's better to tidy up yourself from the clothes.

This was the first time he had seen Ling Mo in real life since the farewell on the crashed plane. It was not a dream, no need to imagine.

Qu Yun has never been particular about dressing. This time, he spent a lot of money and bought a very trendy sweater and sweatpants. When he was walking in the mall, a few girls looked back at him.

Qu Yun was so excited, he finally waited until the weekend.

When he came to the outdoor flying saucer shooting area of ​​the shooting gallery, he saw Instructor Liang wearing a casual shirt with a plaster cast on his left arm hanging on his chest. It seemed that he was really injured. One leg was hanging On the arm of the chair, there is still no shape.

"Hey, here comes the little cricket!"

"Ouch, old Liang, you didn't hang up?" Qu Yun said so, but his eyes fell on the man sitting beside Instructor Liang.

That was Ling Mo, 28 years old Ling Mo, his face did not have any greenness, fragility or confusion, even though it was quiet, it was full of strength.

He raised his gaze, and the moment he looked at Qu Yun, Qu Yun was so nervous that his palms were covered with sweat.

"Come here! Little cricket, let me introduce you. This is your senior brother Ling Mo. I have taught him boxing since he was 15 years old. If you have a chance, you can compete with him." Instructor Liang blinked his eyes. , which clearly means "you have a chance to clean up this smug guy for me".

Qu Yun's fingertips in his pocket couldn't help but move around.

"Ling Mo, this is..."

Before Instructor Liang finished speaking, Ling Mo spoke.

"His name is Qu Yun. He introduced it to me a long time ago." Ling Mo stood up slowly and extended his hand to Qu Yun, "Thank you for being the first to find me in that plane."

Qu Yun looked at Ling Mo's hand, which was white and slender. The knuckles were not obvious, but they were calm and powerful.

Qu Yun's throat was a little hot, he stretched out his hand, Ling Mo held him with little strength, he was very educated and gentlemanly nodded, and then let go, not at all as in the dreams that Qu Yun experienced when he was sleeping Difficult to part.

It was only then that Qu Yun remembered that he had those dreams because he saw an interview about Ling Mo on the plane back to China, because his research had cracked the sugar chain secret of the "Hale" virus. The virologist was full of gratitude and curiosity. During the interview, he asked about Ling Mo's growth experience. He talked about Mo Xiaobei, Lu Xiao, and a person named Rigorous.

But it was just a few words, but after Qu Yun got off the plane, in his dream, he started to imagine endlessly what happened to these three people in Ling Mo's life.

It's just that these dreams are too real, making Qu Yun unwilling to regard them as just dreams.

"I just happened to be the first to discover you." Qu Yun replied.

"It also happened to be the first time I heard someone introduce themselves like that," Ling Mo replied.

His voice is very peaceful, with the coolness of jade, and the objectivity of a scholar.

"Hahaha. I didn't expect you to remember." Qu Yun rubbed the back of his head.

"It's best if you know each other! Qu Yun is four years younger than you, so he's your junior." Instructor Liang pointed at Qu Yun with his chin.

"Let's go, little brother."

Ling Mo glanced at Qu Yun, and the sound of "Little Junior Brother" was like a sudden whirlpool in a calm river. If it wasn't for Instructor Liang sitting there blocking his eyes, Qu Yun really wondered if he couldn't restrain himself and rushed forward.

"That's right, little cricket, I bragged to you, Senior Brother Ling, that you are the best marksman among the people I have taught! Don't lose me!"

"You can drink tea and retire at ease!" Qu Yun gestured his middle finger to Instructor Liang.

He followed Ling Mo at the beginning, but within two steps, he stood shoulder to shoulder with Ling Mo, turned his face sideways, and looked at Ling Mo's face without any concealment, relying on the fact that he was Ling Mo's "junior brother".

Although Qu Yun joined the team when he was a teenager, and grew up in the countryside when he was a child, he has hardly seen the colorful world outside, so sometimes it is easy to think about problems.When Instructor Liang commented on Qu Yun, he said that he had the patience and calmness to complete the task, but he also worried that he would be a naive child after leaving the team and unable to adapt to society.

Ling Mo's maturity is the result of his research work experience. He can wait countless days and nights for a result, and he can always walk on the edge of despair to find hope.

The temperament of the two people is completely different.

Ling Mo turned his face sideways, looked at Qu Yun who was looking at him, and stopped in his tracks: "How long are you going to keep looking at me?"

"Professor Ling, won't you show it? I won't watch it if you don't show it." Qu Yun shrugged his shoulders.

Ling Mo didn't say anything, and continued to take Qu Yun to get the equipment.

Qu Yun was holding a sniper rifle and standing side by side with Ling Mo, he suddenly became nervous.

He hoped that he could perform outstandingly this time. Ling Mo was used to being outstanding, so Qu Yun had to beat Ling Mo to attract Ling Mo's attention.

But because Qu Yun was too nervous, he missed the first shot.

He froze for a moment, and instructor Liang's roar came from behind him.

"Damn! Did you miss this? Do you have a problem with your eyes or your brain!"

Normally, Qu Yun would roll his eyes to the sky, but this time, he looked nervously at Ling Mo next to him, his mind was full of what Ling Mo would think of him, would he think this "junior brother" was too bad? , I don't even bother to continue the comparison.

But Ling Mo's expression was very indifferent, just holding the gun, waiting for the next target.

Qu Yun couldn't calm down, he really became nervous, and he made another mistake on the second target.

Instructor Liang couldn't stand it anymore: "Little cricket! You are still at such a level, believe it or not, I will slap you to death with the sole of my shoe!"

Qu Yun felt very annoyed, turned around and shouted loudly: "Believe it or not, I will drag you with my slippers right now!"

At this moment, Ling Mo put down his gun, turned around and glanced at Instructor Liang: "Either sleep, or shut up."

Qu Yun was stunned for less than a second, and immediately showed a gloating smile. I'm afraid that instructor Liang, except for Captain Rong, has never been cruel to him, right?

It was probably because Ling Mo's seemingly calm but powerful words made Qu Yun's mind instantly freeze.

His breathing was steady. This was just a small flying saucer. Compared to the ambush mission, this kind of error was nothing at all.

Qu Yun inexplicably remembered the scene in his dream where he was forced to target Ling Mo on the island of exile.

So with one shot after another, Qu Yun became precise and fast.

What surprised Qu Yun was Ling Mo's shooting skills. Even though he had been taught by instructor Liang, he was different from Qu Yun.Ling Mo has been waiting in the laboratory for a long time. Logically, his muscular explosiveness and stability will not exceed Qu Yun's, but Qu Yun has observed that Ling Mo's rapid shooting and leveling of the gun are all in one go, aiming and moving the gun. They are all neat and steady, he knows exactly where his target is, and he has an impeccable grasp of how to catch the target.

The whole morning passed, and the two were indifferent. Even Instructor Liang, who was energetic at first, dozed off afterwards.

"I said——can you compete next time? It's twelve o'clock, is it okay to eat?" Instructor Liang asked loudly, shaking his legs and tilting his head.

Qu Yun didn't hear anything, once he entered the state, he only had his own goal in his world.

Both he and Ling Mo completed the last round of shooting.

After returning the gun, Qu Yun turned to Ling Mo's back and said, "Professor Ling, I lost."

"Do you think you are a professional so you should be courteous to me?" Ling Mo's voice was very light. Although he restrained the coldness that made people dare not approach, there were not many emotional ups and downs.

"Of course I didn't! I just didn't get into shape for the first two shots." Qu Yun was a little apprehensive, he didn't want Ling Mo to leave a bad impression on him.

"Are you my student?" Ling Mo asked again.

"...No, how can I have such a good brain to be your student." Qu Yun smiled.

"Then what do you call me 'Professor'?" Ling Mo came to Qu Yun's side, raised his hand, and tapped the back of Qu Yun's head, "Shouldn't you call me 'Senior Brother'?"

Qu Yun suddenly realized that Ling Mo was several years older than him in reality!

Really not used to it!

"Senior Brother Ling." When Qu Yun read these three words, his voice was very low, as if he was speaking to himself.

But Ling Mo has gone far.

After leaving the shooting range, it was Ling Mo who drove.

Instructor Liang sat next to Ling Mo, and Qu Yun sat in the back seat. He could only slightly see Ling Mo's forehead and eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Ling Mo, let me make it clear to you that today we don't go to any high-end restaurants, they don't taste good at all! We want to eat strong, special, oily, and beer."

"I'm driving." Ling Mo replied.

"You can drink Wanglaoji, and I will drink beer with the little cricket!"

At this time, Ling Mo just raised his eyes to look in the rearview mirror, and Leng Buding and Qu Yun looked at each other through the rearview mirror.

Qu Yun quickly looked away.

The author has something to say: DAY72

Qu Yun: Ling Mo is so cold and sad in reality...

Ling Mo: Didn't I touch your hand?Or do you want me to touch you somewhere else?