rainy night talk

The bet was quickly forgotten by Chen Zhen, and the heavy work tasks were one after another, making people overwhelmed, and Emily's adjustments could not satisfy Chen Zhen no matter what.

"Take a break, dear." Emily held the tray in one hand, and her hand holding the coffee cup stopped in mid-air.

Chen Zhen frowned, and withdrew his hand rubbing his temple, "Don't stretch your thumb so tight, put down the tray, don't block your stomach." As he spoke, Chen Zhen stepped back with his heels on tiptoe and took a few steps back with the chair. After looking at it for a while, he said, "This is much better, Emily, record the data, and then do it again."

Emily winked playfully at him and put the coffee cup back on the tray.

"Take a break, dear—"

"Off work time!"

"Louis!" Chen Zhen glared at the person who knocked open the door, and bent down helplessly to pick up the light brain that fell on the ground. "Why don't you knock on the door?"

"I knocked, but you didn't hear it." Louis shrugged and strode in. "Haven't you sent your beloved Emily back?"

Chen Zhen slapped Louis's arm off his shoulder with a cold face, "I don't understand what you're talking about." He looked down at the control interface, ignoring Louis' playful expression.

"I just want her to look more...perfect."

"Perfect? ​​Isn't it worse?" Louis turned around Emily, "You send her back like this, I guarantee you will see her again next month, and next month. "

At this time, Chen Zhen's face was already ugly.

"Let me help you." Louis unfolded his optical brain, and swiped the control center from Chen Zhen's interface to his hand.

"What are you going to do?" Chen Zhen leaned over nervously.

"Give our Emily a little stress response." Louis quickly entered a series of data on the optical brain, and touched his chin again, "Well...add a little fighting skills."

"Wait, you can't do this, Emily will be destroyed if the applicant is harmed."

"No, Chen Zhen, this level of physical contact will actually narrow the distance between the AI ​​and the applicant."

Chen Zhen asked indifferently: "You said 'upcut' and 'flying kick'?"

"..." Louis was stunned. He sighed and said, "Okay, okay, don't add this. A little verbal attack can't be too much, right?"

Verbal attack... Chen Zhen's eyes wandered back and forth between the optical brain screen and Louis's face, and finally compromised.

"Louis... I remember him." The old man pushed his eyes and raised a finger, saying, "That troublemaker."

Chen Zhen smiled awkwardly. No one could forget the childhood dominated by Louis' terror, and it seemed that the same was true for the dean.

"In fact, as a colleague and team leader, he is a very good person." Chen Zhen tried to save his friend's face. "He is very popular among younger generations." To prove this, Chen Zhen mentioned a name. "We have a newcomer named Arnold..."

For someone who spends a lot of time in the workplace, remembering the names of new members is not an easy task.However, when this name appears more frequently and is often accompanied by derogatory words such as "newcomer", "newcomer" and "that new guy", Chen Zhen has to be curious.

"Is our new colleague that bad?"

A long sigh was his answer.

Chen Zhen felt a little schadenfreude in his heart, but he still sat beside him silently, pretending to be listening.

Louis slumped weakly on the sofa, brushing his long brown-red hair into a mess. "He's one of the most stubborn guys I've ever met." He held up a finger and began to accuse: "You know, the star thief Gabriel he made for the history museum is a red-haired, golden-eyed, flirtatious A handsome guy with a sexy scar."

"I remember Gabriel was pretty handsome..."

"That's not the point!" Louis straightened up from the sofa, "The point is, Gabriel, a notorious star thief, a terrorist who destroys the peace of the alliance and tries to split the star sector, how can he act like a child, and Humorous... um... gentleman?"

When Louis said this word, his face was almost ferocious, "Do you know how he answered me?"

The dull and innocent eyes appeared again in Louis's mind, and the owner of those eyes said: "I checked a lot of information, and I know that although Gabriel is a bully, he really never beats women and children. In fact, he also raised a pair of twin daughters in the Brillouin District, and they lived a very good life until Gabriel was caught and did not know the identity of his father... There are historical records."

Chen Zhen frowned, and felt that the engineer's approach was not completely wrong, "Considering that the group of visitors to the museum is generally children or students, in order to avoid psychological shadows, it is not unheard of to add a little mitigating factor to the image of the villain. You Remember that Frankenstein thing we did with…human experiments? We made him a hunchbacked old man with a shambling pocket full of candy.”

"It's different." Louis waved his hand. "We're still making a villain, not a real person."

Chen Zhen paused for a second and said, "I understand what you mean."

"But he doesn't understand." Louis curled his lips helplessly, looking at Chen Zhen with a somewhat sad look.

Chen Zhen: "I can't help you."

"Yeah, how can a stubborn you save a stubborn him." Louis lamented.

"..."

"Don't deny it, I know you still want to secretly distance yourself from that sentry." Louis said mercilessly, "Why can't you try to accept your identity as a guide?"

"I've asked myself this question for more than 20 years, and every time the answer is—"

The old man looked at Chen Zhen, hesitantly took over: "You can't?"

Chen Zhen closed his eyes in despair, he let out a long breath, and said: "If the key word for the growth of a guide's spiritual power is 'control', then for me, the key word is 'restrain'. So many negative memories and emotions were trapped inside the mental barrier and I couldn't release them."

"You are afraid." The old man said in a deep voice.

"……Yes."

The old man frowned, and his tone became serious, "But restraining the nature of the guide may not be a good thing for you, my child."

"At least it's easier than hurting him." At this time, the corners of Chen Zhen's eyes were slightly red.

The old man opened his mouth in surprise, but couldn't say anything in the end.He slowly stood up from the sofa and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The heavy rain was still pouring down, and the square downstairs seemed to be a vast ocean. Under the strong wind, black waves rolled, and the street lamp became a precarious lighthouse.

"Thinking band...emotional factor..." the old man murmured.