After not being a stand-in, I became a heartthrob

Mo Xuzhi stayed up all night in the end.

He tested it several times and found that there were still many problems in the experiment. He didn't have time to overthrow it and start over, so he only corrected a few obvious mistakes.

The people in the team are very good and young, but the number of practice is too little. According to the records, they have made many routine mistakes.

He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and caught a glimpse of a white sleeve in the blink of an eye.

"click"

It was the sound of porcelain cups falling on the table.

"Drink a glass of milk, and the yard will send you a car later, so go back and rest for a while."

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses smiled gently, and took the empty coffee cup from Mo Xuzhi's hand.

Mo Xuzhi quietly took the cup, looked at the man carefully for a while, as if he finally figured out who was standing in front of him, then he lowered his eyes and took a sip of milk slowly, then he seemed to have come to his senses, and raised his head again Say thanks.

The man is one of the leaders of this experiment.Like Professor Li Zhenhua Li, he is also a professor of Jinghua University. He became famous at a young age, and he was hired by Jinghua University as an exception.

He can keep up with his thinking which is considered to be very jumping by others, he also has a certain experimental foundation, and he also has an understanding of precision instruments. He is a nice person, at least it will be much easier for Mo Xuzhi to communicate with him.

The result of the high-intensity output all night is that after a few hours of high-speed operation, Mo Xuzhi's brain automatically enters a resting state. Now it is chaotic. If you put a pillow on him, he can fall asleep in place for a second.

There was a layer of mist in the eyes of the young man, and the eye sockets were flushed, and the lenses couldn't hide the tiredness in it.

Like a little animal just waking up.

It is different from the cold appearance when he is awake.

Quiet and docile, as if able to stretch out noble and furry paws to anyone.

Kind of fun.

"Don't sleep yet, I'll get the car keys."

Mo Xuzhi nodded mechanically, not knowing if he listened or not.

It was originally said that the courtyard sent people to send Mo Xuzhi back, but in the end Wang Zhifeng did it for him.

The car in the courtyard is an ordinary-looking vehicle.

There are vehicles specially used to pick up the researchers in the courtyard, but most of them have their own cars or have been allocated special cars, and this car has not been used much.

Before, the courtyard also asked Mo Xuzhi if he needed a special car, but the other party politely refused, saying that it was useless.

Wang Zhifeng pressed the key in his hand, and the car lights flickered.

He stretched out his hand to help Mo Xu get on the car, but Mo Xuzhi waved his hand, indicating that he could do it.

Even though his face was pale and his fine eyes could not be opened, he still stood up straight, just like the tall pines in Cangshan Mountain, without bending halfway.

Wang Zhifeng opened the door of the back seat for him, took out a blanket by the way, and said:

"You don't look right, why don't you go to the hospital."

Mo Xuzhi smiled, took the blanket he handed over, buried his face in the soft blanket, the voice came out through the blanket, it sounded muffled.

He said: "Then it's faster to go to the medical school next door, and give them a chance to actually fight."

"I'm fine, just sleepy."

Mo Xuzhi opened the wicked map, entered the destination, then turned on the navigation, and put the phone next to Wang Zhifeng.

"The wicked map guides you~"

After entering the destination, Mo Xuzhi buried his head in the blanket and did not move.

He is too tired.

Before, he was able to soak in the laboratory for several days without rest, but today he felt tired after only one night.

Maybe it has something to do with the injury on the body, or maybe it's because of the big gift package of cancer, and so on, Mo Xuzhi doesn't want to delve into it.

After all, one day counts as one day.

The young man beside him slowly closed his eyes, and then his whole face sank into the blanket.

Wang Zhifeng glanced at the destination entered by Mo Xuzhi, and stepped on the accelerator.

The road to the school was under construction and traffic was blocked for a while.

Mo Xuzhi was not used to closing the windows when he was in a car, so Wang Zhifeng opened his own window, and some students happened to see it when they passed by, and greeted him in twos and threes.

"Hi, Professor Wang."

"Good morning, Professor Wang."

"Hello, Professor Wang!"

A few students bent down to say hello, their eyes kept looking into the car.

There are other people in the car.

Professor Wang is a Jinghua University professor who is voted by students for his good looks, but he has never been in a relationship. The good students who respect teachers are very concerned about his relationship status.

The face of the person in the passenger seat was completely covered by the blanket, only a head of soft black hair and snow-white ears could be seen.

It can only be confirmed that it is a boy, blind guess is still a very good-looking boy, no matter how many, I don't know anything.

The person buried in the blanket moved, struggling as if trying to raise his head.

Several students looked eagerly.

Then Wang Zhifeng pulled up the blanket in front of them, rubbed the man's head lightly, and pressed down the head that was slowly rising.

"Have you seen enough?"

Wang Zhifeng pushed his glasses, stepped on the accelerator, and said with a smile, "I'll leave when I've seen enough."

The convoy in front moved slowly, the road should have been cleared.

A few students were caught peeking at the bag, their faces were flushed, and they all said "Goodbye, Professor Wang" and ran away in a hurry.

"Who is that in the car? Damn it, you can't see your face at all!"

"I bet on Professor Wang's boyfriend, did you see Professor Wang's expression just now..."

The voices of the little girls gradually drifted away, Wang Zhifeng heard a few sporadic sentences, and turned his head to look at Mo Xu.

"Buzz-"

It was Mo Xuzhi's cell phone that was vibrating.

Someone called, and the caller ID was [Creditor No. [-]].

The traffic had just moved two steps and then stopped, Wang Zhifeng patted Mo Xuzhi lightly, but Mo Xuzhi didn't move.

Shoot again, still nothing.

The phone rang for forty seconds and automatically hung up.Within a few seconds, another call came in, and the caller ID was still the [Creditor No. [-]] just now.

Mo Xuzhi owed money?

After a pause of two seconds, Wang Zhifeng finally answered the phone.

"Hello……"

"Mo Xuzhi, where are you now?"

Just as Wang Zhifeng said two words, a deep male voice from the opposite side interrupted him, "Why didn't you lie down in the hospital... Forget it, come to the hospital in half an hour."

The voice of the person on the other side sounded a little impatient, and also annoyed at being violated.

A conceited and impatient man.

Wang Zhifeng unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, leaned on the seat, and tapped the steering wheel with his slender fingers: "Hello, sir, Xu Zhi was too tired and fell asleep last night. Is there anything urgent?"

Xue Feng, who was sitting on Mo Xuzhi's hospital bed, paused slightly, and glanced at the contact person.

Mo Xuzhi is right.

Why is it another man talking?

and many more.

What did that person just say?

"What did you say?"

Throat became dry in an instant, Xue Feng clenched his fist, his arm muscles tensed unconsciously, he said, "I didn't hear clearly just now."

"He worked late last night..."

"What kind of job can he have?" Xue Feng closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief, loosening his tie. "I don't know what kind of job he has? Let him answer the phone."

Mo Xuzhi is nothing more than filming variety shows, what else can he do?

The assistant remembered Mo Xuzhi's itinerary. He had already asked about it just now. Variety shows are for tomorrow, so he should have nothing to do today.

Damn job.

Xue Feng didn't know why, he just felt irritated for no reason.

He wanted to hear Mo Xuzhi's voice.

He had to hear Mo Xuzhi's voice.

He wanted to see how Mo Xuzhi would explain it.

Wang Zhifeng frowned.

Not only is this person egotistical, impatient and respectful of other people's work.

Mo Xuzhi should be in urgent need of money, otherwise, according to his personality, he would not be like this kind of person to borrow money.

At that time, I will find a suitable time to mention it. If there is any difficulty, he can help, it is better than borrowing money from this kind of person.

At this point in the conversation, Wang Zhifeng felt that there was no need to pull Mo Xuzhi up to answer the phone.

After casually perfunctory the person on the other end of the phone and confirmed that the other party had nothing urgent to do, Wang Zhifeng hung up the phone neatly.

After leaving the school, the drive went relatively smoothly. Wang Zhifeng patted Mo Xuzhi until the Kuide map indicated that he had arrived at the destination, but he didn't wake up.

A large truck passed by next to it, and when it turned a corner, it honked its horn, and the sound penetrated the eardrum and pierced straight into the brain.

Mo Xuzhi opened his eyes suddenly, hugged the blanket tightly and moved quickly to the side, as if he wanted to throw the blanket out.

Then it slammed into the car window with a muffled sound.

Wang Zhifeng was startled by him, hurriedly unfastened his seat belt, and leaned towards him to hold his shoulder.

"Xu Zhi, are you okay?"

Maybe it was because he didn't recover, Mo Xuzhi didn't speak.

Wang Zhifeng lowered his head and frowned, checked the materials to see if he was injured.

Mo Xuzhi's forehead was already flushed red.

His skin was originally fair, and even a small abnormality could be easily seen, and he looked extremely terrifying.

Wang Zhifeng wanted to watch again, but Mo Xuzhi stretched out his hand and pushed him away gently but firmly.

"I'm fine, I just woke up a little excited just now."

His eyes were squinting, his hands were buried in the blanket, and he looked like he was still asleep.

"Or go to the doctor..."

"No, I'll go up to sleep first." Mo Xuzhi turned his head and smiled, "I'm sorry to trouble you today."

Wang Zhifeng shook his head.

"The information I sorted out last night is in the E32 cabinet. You know the password."

Mo Xuzhi quickly picked up his phone and opened the car door. After a pause, he turned his head and said, "Thank you for today."

Wang Zhifeng watched Mo Xuzhi's back go away, and then restarted the accelerator.

The moment he picked up his mobile phone to check the time, he remembered that he forgot to tell Mo Xuzhi that someone had called.

The doors of the old residential buildings were originally open. Not long ago, due to several burglaries, anti-theft doors were finally installed in the front, and residents entered with access control cards.

It couldn't be better for a small star like Mo Xuzhi who is blocked by black fans from time to time.

Although Mo Xuzhi is dizzy now, it doesn't mean he is stupid. He saw a few paparazzi dressed as ordinary residents by the flower bed, and the camera hidden under the debris was flashing.

The paparazzi are probably attracted by the photos he posted before.

He didn't wear a mask today, nor did he have any shelter.

The tingling in the brain became more and more serious, and even the lungs gradually felt that they could not breathe.

Mo Xuzhi was leaning against the wall, the silhouette of the flower bed was reflected in his light-colored pupils, cold sweat was already on his forehead, but there was no panic in his eyes.

He finally entered the residential building without alarming any paparazzi.

Maybe there was one, but the security door was closed the moment the paparazzi picked up the camera.

The lights in the corridor are not bright.

Mo Xuzhi supported the wall all the way, and finally returned to his small room.

The moment the door was closed, he leaned against the door and slid down slowly.

There was a tissue on the cabinet by the door, and Mo Xuzhi took out a few in a row, covered his mouth and coughed a few times.

After his breathing gradually stabilized, Mo Xuzhi wiped his mouth and threw the paper into the trash can beside him without even looking at it.

The dark red color gradually permeated the paper outwards.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Mo Xuzhi leaned against the door and let out a sigh of relief.

When he fell asleep in the car, he dreamed about all kinds of things, big or small, that happened in his previous life—or, more appropriately, his previous life.

He was just an ordinary person in his previous life.

Both parents are scientific researchers, very busy, and they will take him outside the laboratory to visit when conducting unclassified research, and are committed to cultivating his interest in scientific research.

Under the influence of his parents year after year, he finally became interested in acting.

After following the last researcher, he switched to acting halfway. He was not from a major, and encountered many obstacles along the way. After that, he won a few movie stars and flew around the world.

Then his parents passed away, while he was still attending an awards ceremony abroad.

His parents hope that he can resume his scientific research work and at least make some contributions to the country.

He was also tired of fighting wits with the media every day, responding to the call of the country, and stayed in the laboratory for two years. During this period, he had no contact with the outside world, and everyone was isolated from the world.

The day he was hit by the truck happened to be the day he came out of the lab after finishing his work.

He hadn't seen such a lively scene for a long time. In the past two years, all the changes around him made him feel novel.

A child passed by him with a rocket in his hand. The rocket was knocked off by a passerby, so he let go of his parents' hands to pick it up.

The out-of-control large truck rushed quickly from the corner.

He saw the driver's frightened face, the child's ignorant eyes, and heard the astonished screams of the people around him.

Then there was the crushing sound of wheels rolling over bones.

"Ba————"

Finally, there is the piercing sound of the car.

Just struggling to wake up from a dream, the sound of a big truck suddenly sounded in my ears, the illusion and reality overlapped, and my brain hurt so badly, Mo Xuzhi didn't have time to distinguish what was reality, he only knew to repeat it instinctively action done before.

Until he realized that he was sitting firmly in the car, without a little boy or a truck, Mo Xuzhi couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart.

It's like panic, like the joy of being alive after a catastrophe, and like... regret.

—had another illness.

Mo Xuzhi looked at his trembling hands, first fell silent for a while, his eyelashes trembled slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up, and then quickly pressed down.

Taking out a small white medicine bottle from his pants pocket, Mo Xuzhi shook out two pills and swallowed them in one gulp.

After sitting on the ground for a while, Mo Xuzhi slowly stood up with the wall propped up, laying down by the window and looking downstairs.

The paparazzi who saw him should have told him that he had already entered the building, and the other paparazzi who were pretending to be passers-by all gathered downstairs, staring at the gate not knowing what they were paying attention to.

But you can roughly guess what they are thinking.

Mo Xuzhi quietly closed the curtains.

He has been squatted by paparazzi before, and he knows that if they are serious, they can squat for a few days.

Judging by their appearance, they should never leave until they squat down for something.

I'm going to a variety show tomorrow.

Can't live here.

It's a pity, he still likes it here.

Finding a key from the bedroom cabinet, Mo Xuzhi took out his cell phone and made a call.

What was said on the other side, Mo Xuzhi remained silent, occasionally responding twice.

"...Well, okay, trouble."

The person on the other side said that he would bring someone to help him clean up. He didn't think it was necessary, so he finally decided to just send a car.

After having a dream just now, he also lost sleepiness, looked around for a week, and finally planned to get up and pack his things.

He doesn't have many things, just a few clothes in the closet, the kitchen is like new, there is only a study room, and there are many books in it.

He has a little habit. When doing things, he prefers to put things in a convenient place. The table becomes messy when piled up. A lot of things are piled on top of each other.

The information in the big book is okay, but the main thing is that it takes a lot of effort to cover each piece of A4 paper.Literature and the like are mixed with music scores, and some scores are written on the literature as soon as they are written, and the annotations of the literature are written on the manuscript.

Although he can remember the position of each piece of paper on the desk, he can't just get into the car as it was, and everything will be messed up when he touches it.

Mo Xuzhi: "..."

Mo Xuzhi began to think about the possibility of continuing to live here again.

In the end he chose to compromise.

The people in the courtyard have to meet up with the Secret Service, and it will take some time to get here.Taking advantage of this time, he could only rearrange the scores and documents, and put away the rest that were not finished.

Except for the books, all the luggage put together is not enough to fill a suitcase.

Mo Xuzhi tried to mention it.

It's pretty light.

The phone rang at the right time, Mo Xuzhi glanced downstairs while answering.

Then he covered his eyes, unable to bear to look directly.

Three cars in a row.

Parked there in a row, the old men and women who were walking and playing cards kept looking at it as if they were watching something strange. The paparazzi even smelled an unusual smell, and touched the camera, ready to make a video at any time.

Mo Xuzhi put on a mask and a fisherman's hat casually, and went downstairs to open the door.

A series of five or six people filed in, and then surrounded a small suitcase at the door and fell into deep thought.

"That's it?"

Mo Xuzhi came out of the room with a wooden box in his arms, with a helpless smile: "That's it."

He didn't expect the Academy of Science and Technology to be so honest and rich, and it was just a move, as if it was going to be demolished.

The young man stood like a pine and cypress in a clear pool, with a faint smile on his usual indifferent face, the sense of distance suddenly shortened, and it was even painful to watch.

Only then did the group of them realize clearly that the core researchers designated by the superiors to protect them were only at the age of graduating from university.

One of them looked at the older woman and asked, "Anything else?"

Mo Xuzhi shook his head: "Not anymore."

The Institute of Science and Technology allocated him a house, but he didn't go to live in it, but he also knew that there was everything in it, so he didn't need to bring anything.

Someone wanted to take the wooden box from Mo Xuzhi's hand, but he politely declined.

A suitcase is all they have to carry.

So five or six people came in, and when they came out, there was only one person with a small black suitcase in his hand, and a young man who was packed tightly.

The man with the suitcase stuffed it into the trunk of a car in the middle, pulling his clothes up as he did so, exposing his bulging trouser pockets.

Mo Xuzhi turned his eyes away and glanced at the paparazzi who was raising the camera.

Others noticed too.

"Mr. Mo, you can go."

When the car door opened, Mo Xuzhi glanced back and saw that someone had already stepped forward and said something to the paparazzi. The paparazzi stared at him first, then quickly packed up his things and left.

Vehicles drive out of old streets.

After that, the three cars split into three roads.

Mo Xuzhi turned on the phone.

The phone is still on the call record interface just now.Only then did he realize that Xue Feng had called him before.

It's still connected.

After thinking for a while, Mo Xuzhi propped his chin and tapped his phone twice.

【Whether to delete this call record】

【Yes】

Much more pleasing to the eye.

After deleting the call records, Mo Xuzhi took a routine look around Weibo.

#莫许之怪贴罗文云#

#罗文云爱情#

#FOX WINS#

#ICE Wants Wechat Rejected#

#技术学校门或者从人气末# A detailed count of the great gods of the National Academy of Science and Technology

The hot search of him and Luo Wenyun is still on it.

The love variety show that starts tomorrow is also crazily cueing Luo Wenyun, contributing another fire to the popularity.

Some of the other entries are unknown.

Skip it if you don’t understand it.

Mo Xuzhi didn't have much curiosity about these things, so he clicked on the first entry and flipped through it a few times, and by the way, gave a few likes to a few black fans.

No matter how the little black fan reacted, Mo Xuzhi slipped away after clicking the likes, and by the way, went to the topic about the Academy of Science and Technology.

The topic originated from a seemingly simple but extraordinary question and answer.

[Question: If you want to enter the Academy of Science and Technology, do you have any requirements? 】

[Answer: First, enter Jinghua University]

[Question: Then do you want to become an outstanding student there? 】

[Answer: No, it is the chosen major first]

[Question: Can I enter the Academy of Science and Technology at the first place? 】

[Answer: No, it's when you can teach someone who is number one in the entire department with your ability, you will reach the minimum threshold]

Mo Xuzhi turned the pages slowly.

The topic title said that it is a detailed number, but it is really a detailed number-at least on the surface, those are almost the same.Most of them are names and resumes, no photos, and no comments.

According to the host's words, it's right to be awesome.

Mo Xuzhi saw a few acquaintances on the screen, took screenshots and threw them over one by one. Afterwards, regardless of his reaction, he put down his phone and began to close his eyes and rest.

He wondered what to do with the next few weeks.

The progress of the laboratory is too slow, and he only goes there one day a week-not subtracting the time spent in the car, it is obviously unrealistic to start work after he returns.

I still have to go back to the hospital to get a notebook, and take advantage of the gap between filming variety shows to work overtime.

Otherwise, in the last three months, he might not be able to accomplish anything.

Xue Feng stayed in the hospital for a while, then received a call and went back to the old house.

The old house didn't seem to have changed at all, only the flower beds in the courtyard had been refurbished, and the old housekeeper was still waiting for him at the door as usual.

After returning to the house, the maid took the coat he took off, and the old housekeeper brought a cup of tea.

Xue Feng didn't move, and then put his elbows on his legs and thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and put it on the table to stare at it for a while, then turned his gaze away, and took a sip of tea as if to cover up.

"Sir, where is Master Shen?"

The old butler looked outside several times, seeing that Xue Feng hadn't moved at all, and finally asked cautiously.

"He will come back after the variety show is finished."

Talking about Shen Le, Xue Feng obviously softened. The old butler still hadn't let go of his heart, and saw him frown suddenly, and asked, "What about Mo Xuzhi, do you know what he has been doing these few days?"

"He came back the day before yesterday."

He was the one who called over to pack up the things.

Xue Feng sneered.

Look, it really is back.

"Then what has he been doing lately?"

"I don't know either," the old butler said in a tone not very apologetic, but more proud, as if he had accomplished some amazing feat, "After he was invited out, there will be no news of him."

"What do you mean, 'Take him out'?"

The old housekeeper lowered his head, met Xue Feng's gaze abruptly, and instantly became stiff all over.

Xue Feng finally understood why he always felt that something was wrong after entering the house.

One of the commonly used water glasses turned upside down on the coffee table was missing, and the pillow worth 19 yuan and [-] yuan that Mo Xuzhi spent several hundred yuan to clip back before was gone, and the small flowers on the table were not moved to the light to bask in the sun.

Someone left quietly.