After being captured by the old enemy

Another failed blind date.

Fortunately, the teacher who was keen to introduce him to the blind date entered the closed laboratory, otherwise he would be punished again.

Ji Xingjue didn't sleep well recently, he tidied himself up when he got home, and closed his eyes.

But the devil's countdown sent by Cicely half an hour ago sounded again in his mind: "It's still twelve hours before we go to Qi Qing's office to beg for food—do you dare to show up outside the military building at ten o'clock tomorrow morning?" , I’ll jump off the military headquarters building to show you!”

Ji Xingjue feels that this day is impossible.

The next day, nine fifty-five in the morning.

Ji Xingjue walked into the Imperial Military Headquarters building with astonishingly precise timing, and met Cicely who was about to lose control of her expression.

"...Whether you believe it or not, I have to explain it," Ji Xingjue coughed lightly, "The suspension car failed halfway, and it took me 10 minutes to fix it."

"You should have replaced your broken car a long time ago. It's an antique from many years ago." Cicely restrained the impulse to roll her eyes, and smiled at the military personnel waiting beside her, "Does Marshal have time now?"

The other party looked at the two people with no expression on their back and forth, and pushed their glasses: "Wait a minute, let me ask."

Half a minute later, he glanced at the message on the terminal again, with regret on his face: "Unfortunately, the Marshal happened to have something to do, and he might not be here all morning. Why don't you two go back first, and I will tell the Marshal when he is free. Empty time."

Ji Xingjue and Cicely's hearts suddenly sank - they were not afraid of meeting and fighting, but they were afraid of procrastination.

Ji Xingjue instinctively felt that something was wrong, and according to Qi Qing's personality, he would not avoid it.

However, they broke up with each other after university, and we haven't seen each other for seven years. It's normal that Qi Qing's personality is different from when he was a teenager.

The two returned to Ankara University, the imperial capital, worriedly with their applications in their hands.

"Sure enough, we shouldn't hesitate," Cicely curled her lips, "It is said that His Majesty held a celebration banquet for Qi Qing in the palace last night. At that time, I will definitely meet him if I tie you up and send you there."

Ji Xingjue looked at her in shock: "Are you still human?"

"Dedicated to science, a little dedication, okay?"

"Then why don't you dedicate yourself?"

Cicely patted him on the shoulder: "I want you alone because of love."

Ji Xingjue: "..."

The atmosphere in the laboratory was depressed all afternoon after failing to see the new marshal successfully approved the scientific research funds for next year.

Ji Xingjue solved a difficult problem without sleep a few days ago. Everyone's efficiency has improved a lot. In the evening, people left in a hurry. Before leaving, the little fat man looked at Ji Xingjue and was not at ease: "Early Go home, don't just stay in the lab."

Ji Xingjue didn't raise his head: "Go first, I'll go back later."

The little fat man comforted: "It's okay, the big deal is that all of our research institutes held banners and went outside the military building, and wrote a letter saying 'Qi Qing, I know you are inside, and when will you pay back what you owe me at the military'. I don't believe that Qi Qing dares not to criticize the headlines of the empire for three days and three nights."

"..." Ji Xingjue moved his hands from the keyboard, looked up at him: "Song Meimei, you are such a wonderful person."

Song Xiaopang slapped the table and was furious: "It's easy to say anything, call your nickname and work hard!"

"Okay, Associate Professor Song Mei, please use your wonderful ideas in research," Ji Xingjue casually tapped the keyboard twice, "If you still want to live to see next year's funds, I advise you to cancel this overnight." idea."

All the people in the laboratory have left, and the empty room is only filled with the subtle sound of sophisticated instruments.

Ji Xingjue liked this quiet atmosphere very much. After saving the data, he went back to the small room, put on his constant temperature clothes that had been worn for hundreds of years, and everyone in the laboratory wanted to crowdfund him to buy clothes. on the application form.

He was going to go to the military building again.

It can't be because of him that there is a problem with the approval of funds and the delay of the entire project.

The winter in the imperial capital Ankara is very long.

With today's technological means, it is entirely possible to adjust the climate of the entire planet through the weather and season adjustment system, so that the seasons change evenly and stably, but His Majesty the Emperor likes to watch snow, so from November to April and May of the next year, flying The heavy snow will stop and slowly enter the spring.

In the evening, there was a blizzard, causing people to blur their vision. It was quiet under the building, and everything in front of them was white.

Ji Xingjue remembered that he had parked the car outside casually when he came in the morning, and his heart stopped suddenly. He looked down for the car keys, thinking that he would have to install an automatic owner-finding system for the car later.

Before he found the key, his footsteps stopped suddenly, his heart beat slightly faster, and he raised his head with a premonition.

His weather-beaten car was parked ten paces away.

There was a man standing beside the car.

I don't know if the wind and snow are deliberately avoiding it. The other party has obviously stood there for a while, with a lot of snow falling on his shoulders, but he is not holding an umbrella. He remained motionless, and after taking off a bunch of dazzlingly gorgeous medals, the black military uniform looked even more solemn and straight.

The sound of the wind and snow was loud, but the other party keenly caught the sound of his footsteps, and shifted their eyes from the car to him.

The photos on the news are too cold and serious, not vivid enough, and living people naturally have more vivid eyebrows and deep outlines, and the pressure they can bring to people is also doubled.

Ji Xingjue: "..."

He wanted to run away.

But his car is still there.

Ji Xingjue's heartbeat was a little fast, and he subconsciously continued to take out the keys without paying much attention. The car keys that finally appeared flew out with a whoosh, fell into the snow, and made a deep hole.

Facing Qi Qing's cool and indifferent gaze, Ji Xingjue restrained for three seconds, but he still couldn't restrain the instinct of a poor ghost, and bent down to pick it up.

Before he touched the key that was deep in the snow, a hand wearing a commander's glove moved faster than him, and picked up the key.

Ji Xingjue unconsciously licked his somewhat dry lips, raised his head, and said sincerely: "Master Marshal, this is just an old-fashioned suspension vehicle with a second-hand price of less than [-] star coins."

Through a layer of gloves, Qi Qing slowly caressed the cold car key, and finally said indifferently: "Really."

Ji Xingjue took a look at the "car quality", and wanted to continue to say that it was useless for you to kidnap it, but before he could say anything, he snorted with ambiguous affection: "I thought the car I gave you would at least last as long as possible. Sell ​​some money."

Ji Xingjue laughed dryly.

I don't know why, in the past he could easily resist Qi Qing's various methods, but now, he doesn't even know how to reply.His footsteps began to move out without a trace: "Then you and the car just happened to get back together, I haven't had dinner yet, so I-"

"Fund approval."

The four words are like a curse to stop walking.

"You haven't been back to the imperial capital for many years, so you must miss the taste of your hometown. Is there anything you want to eat?" Ji Xingjue took back his crab steps and looked at Qi Qing sincerely, "Why don't I treat you to dinner as a treat for you?" Take the wind and wash away the dust—by the way, let’s talk about the issue of funding approval, what do you think?”

Qi Qing snorted softly again, and threw the car keys to Ji Xingjue: "Get in the car."

Sitting in the small broken car he was familiar with, Ji Xingjue felt a little complicated.

The technological level of the empire is changing with each passing day. This car was worthy of Qi Qing's worth more than ten years ago. Now that Qi Qing is allowed to sit in it, I always feel that it is a noble princess riding in a groom's ox cart. No matter how I look at it, it doesn't fit .

The little broken car was obviously under a lot of pressure, and it took two starts before it wobbled and flew.

Qi Qing sat on the co-pilot with her hands folded, imported the destination into the map system, looked at the environment inside the car, and squinted her eyes: "I'm really surprised that you would actually drive the car I gave you."

Ji Xingjue thought, of course, if you have a car and don't drive it, why don't you buy it yourself?

Besides, the so-called hatred is just Qi Qing's unilateral hatred.

Qi Qing looked ahead, her tone was a bit weird: "...and it has been driving until now."

"About this," Ji Xingjue has always been telling the truth, coughing lightly, "Marshal has been on the front line for a long time, so he doesn't know something. The prices of the imperial capital have skyrocketed in recent years, and I can't afford other things."

Qi Qing: "..."

Qi Qing's face turned cold, and she sneered: "You really haven't changed at all in your poor appearance."

Ji Xingjue was used to being poor and poor, and there were all kinds of even worse things to say. His ears were already callused, and he felt at ease as if he hadn't heard it.

When the suspension car drove to the place by itself, Ji Xingjue discovered that Qi Qingding's location was actually the very familiar Tick Hotel.

A girl on a blind date last night looked at him with complicated eyes, and carefully asked "Is your research direction bionic intelligence or mental illness...?".

After getting out of the car, Qi Qing went into the elevator with a familiar look, and directly clicked on the top floor.

Ji Xingjue swallowed, and began to quickly recall the balance on his account.

There is no need to recall, anyway, the few zeros are gone without counting.

The elevator arrived in no time, with a "ding", the elevator door opened, and the entire garden on the top was empty.

Ji Xingjue felt something was wrong: "This is?"

The corners of Qi Qing's lips twitched: "The venue is reserved."

Ji Xingjue: "..."

His mind drifted through his account balance, he touched the application form in his pocket that was covered with heat, suppressed the idea of ​​assassinating the new Marshal, forced a smile, and watched Qi Qing choose... Yesterday Evening blind date seat.

The marshal is too good at picking.

Qi Qing sat in Ji Xingjue's seat yesterday, glanced at the menu, and ordered two cups of tea, the taste was actually the same as that of the little girl last night.

Ji Xingjue chuckled secretly, thinking about how to ask for funds, but Qi Qing raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll come first."

This familiar seat, familiar wording.

Ji Xingjue's eyebrows twitched, and the alarm bells rang!

"Qi Qing, a biological male with a biological age of 27, no foreign debts, a wealthy family, and an annual salary of tens of millions," Qi Qing leaned forward, staring into Ji Xingjue's eyes, every word was full of arrogance, but her tone was Very plainly, "Enemies are flying all over the sky, whether inside or outside the imperial capital, there are countless people who want my life, but it is obviously impossible for them to take my life."

Ji Xingjue: "..."

Qi Qing asked word by word: "Sir, would you like to catch up in 10 minutes and come with me to get a permit before the Civil Affairs Bureau closes?"

Ji Xingjue seemed to have a little understanding of the heart of the girl on the blind date last night.

He stretched out his hand in a trance, and touched Qi Qing's forehead: "...I have no research in the field of mental illness, so don't scare me."

Qi Qing refused to give way, and Ji Xingjue touched his forehead.

The slightly cool fingers touched the warm skin, and the body of the seemingly cold and ruthless Marshal was warm.

"Are you sure, you only have 1 minute left to decide."

"What to decide?" Ji Xingjue was still at a loss.

Qi Qing took out a stack of documents like a magic trick, and pushed it in front of Ji Xingjue.

Ji Xingjue only had time to see the words "prenuptial agreement", those two slender fingers continued forward, reached into his pocket, took out the approval application form from it, and unfolded it in front of him.

"You sign that, I'll sign this." Qi Qing frowned slightly as if thinking of something again, "The signature should look better."

The author has something to say:

Xiao Qi: Since you like blind dates so much...

Professor Ji: No!