If the Earth doesn't come online~

2017, Hua Xia, Suzhou.

It's just the beginning of summer, and the sun is getting harsh. Suzhou Library is located in the old city center, but recently the city library has started a new activity to make it easier for the public, setting up a lot of "book pick-up points" in the city. By placing an order on your cell phone and going to the nearest pick-up point in the evening, you can get the book you want to read.

A young dark-haired man got off the bus, carrying a huge bag in his hands. The bag is heavy, giving his shoulders an unnatural tilt to one side. He walks to a book pickup point, takes two books out of the bag, and puts them in a bookcase.

Tang Mo rubs his shoulders and walks back to the bus stop, ready to head to the next pickup point.

Originally, there is a special staff responsible for this, but today there are a lot of people borrowing books, so the director threw him a big bag, saying that he left work early, but in fact, he worked overtime until now.

When the lights came on, the colorful neon lights reflected the dark half of the night in red.

Tang Mo was walking to the bus stop when his cell phone vibrated and he took it out.

[Victor: Not yet online?]

I looked up at the time on the top of my cell phone.

[Grinding Candy: Late for overtime today. You started already?]

[Victor: No.]

After a few moments, the other party sent another message: [I remember you are a civil servant.]

The implication is that civil servants are also required to work overtime?

So this guy has that same misconception about civil servants.

Tang Mo hooked the corner of his mouth and was about to send a message over, when he caught a glimpse of a fiery red sports car in his afterglow. He subconsciously looked up and didn't see the license plate, but only saw the arrogant crown logo behind the car's butt.

It's a beautiful Maserati sports car.

Tang Mo thought for a moment, and replied: [Civil servants also have to work overtime, but the leaders will make you work overtime on your own in strange and weird ways [helpless]].

They chatted, and Tang Mo walked to the bus stop. He casually looked around and actually saw the fire-red Maserati again. A beautiful woman came down from the car, and waved her hand towards the car: "Are you sure you don't want to go play, Li Wen, what time is it?

Answering her was a young male voice, "My dad called again to urge me to go back to Shanghai, go go go, next time call all of Qiangzi and the others over and get together."

"Okay."

The tall beauty turned around and walked into an upscale neighborhood, while the Maserati turned a corner and accelerated wildly. Like a flame burning in the darkness of the night, the high-class sports car attracted the attention of everyone at the bus stop. Tang Mo lowered his head and sent a message to Victor, when suddenly he raised his head and looked ahead.

The Maserati swished past the crowd, and the young man in the driver's seat smiled and gave a kiss to the "onlookers" at the bus stop.

His eyes met Tang Mo's precisely.

Both of them froze slightly.

By the time Tang Mo reacted, the car had already run away.

"...... Are all rich kids so funny nowadays."

Getting on the bus, Tang Mo returns home. First, she turns on her computer, enters the online bridge game platform, and confirms that she is teamed up with Victor. While waiting to be matched with an opponent, Tang Mo sneaks off to the kitchen to make some congee, and comes back just as the game starts.

Tang Mo sits up straight and gets serious about his game.

After playing until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Tang Mo stretched his back and realized that it was too late. But he remembered something else: "Don't you have to work tomorrow?

Victor is very mysterious, always on the move.

Tang Mo didn't know the man's name, his job, or even his age, and had only a rough guess. But Victor never goes to bed early, seems to get up early every day to work, and sometimes disappears for a month or two. Sometimes he would disappear for a month or two. Of course, he would send Tang Mo a message to confirm his disappearance.

[Victor: I'm going back home for a long vacation.]

Vacation is a rare word. There are vacations all over the world, but Victor never seems to have one.

[Busy people also have vacations? Tang Mo finished sending the message and propped her chin on one hand, looking at the computer screen.

Victor over there typed for what seemed like a long time, deleting messages back and forth many times, before sending a reply.

[...... Well, promoted and given a long vacation by the leaders by the way?]

Tang Mo eyes a light, flirting with: [say how to see how to rise in rank, your family has the throne to inherit it. Just after Tang Mo felt so say seems a bit too much, and hastened to add a sentence: [I heard that after the promotion of the general followed by marrying a wife, you are ready to do it.

It was a joke. Victor didn't reply for a long time.

Tang Mo was a bit anxious. He tapped his fingers on the desktop, thought for a long time, and decided to send a "just kidding, don't mind", when he saw a few words sent on the computer screen.

[How to ascend to the throne is probably just another star added to the shoulder. The throne is definitely not there, rich, strong, democratic, civilized and harmonious.]

Looking at the response, Tang Mo's jaw dropped and he felt something strange.

What do you mean another star on the shoulder, does that mean Victor is ...... military?

Before he could respond, the other man sent another message.

[As for marrying a wife ......]

[Grinding sugar, I like men.]

Stunned for a moment, Tang Mo stared fixedly at this last sentence on the computer screen. Outside the window was bright moonlight, inside the window, the dark-haired young man dragged his chin with one hand, his fingers gently tapping on the clean face. After a long time, he smiled lowly and said, "If you have a crush on me, just say it", which was so light that it seemed like a phantom, as if it had never appeared before.

[Grinding Candy: You've memorized just a third of your socialist core values, can this unqualified party member also have a star on his shoulder.]

The man in front of the computer had waited so long for such a sentence.

A helpless smile flashed through his dark eyes, Fu Wenduo replied: [I memorized the Party Constitution very well, do I need to recite it to you.]

Tang Mo isn't interested in listening to this kind of stuff, and he's not an honorable party member.

I'm going to bed, I have to work tomorrow.

Victor: Uh, go to sleep. Good night. After a pause, he adds: [Maybe later, I can find a chance to memorize it for you, backwards.]

[Sugar milling: ......]

[Grinding Candy: Spare me, Lord Major.] He had just taken the time to go to Baidu, and there was a star on the Major's shoulder.

Victor replied very seriously: [It's Lt. Col.

Tang Mo: "......"

Good night, Commander Victor.

[Good night, Sugar Grinder.]

After a good night's sleep, Tang Mo came to the library the next morning. At noon, Xiao Zhao sneakily approached Tang Mo and whispered, "Tang Mo, have you noticed anything wrong lately?"

Tang Mo thought for a moment, "The director came in with another batch of books two days ago."

Xiao Zhao waved his hand, "It's not that, it's just that there's someone missing."

Tang Mo gathers his thoughts and gives that answer, "Shenanigans."

"Yeah! We haven't seen him for almost a week, where has he gone? He used to report to our library on time every day, and all of a sudden he hasn't gone out for a week ......" The voices stopped and Xiao Zhao swallowed, "Something can't be wrong. There was a story about an old man who kept ordering pizza from the same restaurant every day. Suddenly, he didn't order for two days, and the pizza parlor sent someone to check on him, and sure enough, the old man collapsed at home. You don't think a godly man would suddenly fall ill and collapse at home, do you?"

Tang Mo helped a mother return a book, her voice light, "Then you can visit his house."

Xiao Zhao: "......"

The young girl walks away and Tang Mo can still be heard muttering, "It's not interesting at all, it's boring."

Tang Mo raised his eyebrows, didn't say anything, and continued to help people return and demagnetize their books.

He came to Suzhou Library only last year. When he first came in, because of his good looks, many young girls in the library often approached Tang Mo for a chat, but they were soon dissuaded by his cold, unintelligent attitude. He has no interest in these girls and does not want to delay each other, so it is most convenient to reject them coldly and save people from trying to introduce him to someone.

Older female colleagues love to introduce young people to each other, and at first they did so, but then because Tang Mo was too cold and uninterested, no one wanted to introduce him to anyone, and he was happy to be left alone.

What a way to speak of the devil.

Xiao Zhao was just talking about how he hadn't seen a godly man for a long time, but when Tang Mo looked up, he saw a middle-aged man in a suit walking towards him. Looking at him, Tang Mo didn't recognize him for a moment, and he quickly said, "Mr. Chen?"

The cleric Chen Fangzhi nervously looked at Tang Mo and rubbed his hands together, "What do you think of my outfit?"

Tang Mo: "......"

They're a library, not a clothing store!

God stick: "Eh you don't misunderstand, I just have too few friends, totally don't know to give to find who to ask for advice to go. I ...... I'm going to take a high speed train to Shanghai to see my daughter this afternoon, and her mom finally agreed that I should see her. You say I dress like this, is it appropriate, her mom will not think that I am quite decent, and later ...... later will allow me to see her more?"

Tang Mo looks at Shenanigans without saying anything, and Shenanigans pinches the hem of his suit apprehensively.

Sighing, Tang Mo smiled, "Mr. Chen, it's nice and refreshing to see you like this. But can you please get out of the way, there's someone in the back who wants to borrow a book."

The expression on the God's Cleric's face immediately soared and he said three good things in a row, "Good, good, good! Thank you, really thank you. Then I'm leaving ah, I'm leaving." With that, he turned around and ran, supposedly to the train station.

Tang Mo: "......"

With no time to worry about the God Stick, Tang Mo was busy for the whole day. It was only when she was about to leave work that she suddenly thought, "I don't know what's going on with the God's Stick." But he just thought about it for a while and didn't give it a second thought. The God Stick was just an ordinary reader who often came to the library to dabble in books and was familiar with their librarian, and they didn't know much about it.

Shanghai, City Beili High School.

A pale, very skinny, middle-aged man in a suit paced nervously in front of the school. When school finally ended and the bell rang, the man jerked, now so nervous that he didn't even know where to put his hands.

Student after student emerged from the school gates, and after a ten-minute wait, two girls and a chubby little man walked out in company.

Little Fatty folded his hands, "Please Shanshan, I don't understand at all, today's math homework is so hard, just lend me a copy."

One of the short-haired girls said faintly, "The teacher will scold."

Zhao Ziang hurriedly said, "I won't tell you, you won't tell me, who knows!" Then he curtly said, "Please, Shanshan."

Chen Shanshan suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Zhao Ziang followed her line of sight and said in surprise, "Eh, who's that, dressed so strangely."

It wasn't really strange that the clergyman was dressed up, it was the apprehensive expression and nervous stance that was out of place for an adult.

Chen Shanshan's voice was calm, "He's my father."

Zhao Ziang: "......"

The little girl, with her backpack on, walked toward the clergyman and spoke airily, "Daddy."

The cleric was moved to tears, "Eh!"

小胖子 Zhao Ziang ："...... "Woohoo, this is definitely not borrowing homework.

Dropping his head and carrying his school bag towards home, the little fat man walked to the intersection and could no longer hold back his tears, "It's over, why is that strange guy Shanshan's dad ah. What am I going to do about my math homework oooooooooooooo......"

Children are always startled, venting and then continue to bury their heads and walk. He didn't realize that he had scared a black commercial car parked at the intersection with this talk. It was a big twelve-seater business car that looked very ordinary on the outside, and no one knew that inside there were countless sophisticated classified-grade instruments and a researcher who was protected by three armed police officers.

The three armed police officers with real loads of guns suddenly saw a little fat man stopping in front of the car and yelling a lot more. They were startled and gripped the guns in their hands. After observing for a while and realizing that the little fat man had gone far away, they breathed a sigh of relief.

The protected scientist let out a laugh, "Just a kid."

One of the armed police whispered, "Professor Luo, we are responsible for protecting your safety, please cooperate."

Luo Fengcheng pushed up his glasses and didn't say anything else.

Suzhou, Park.

Today, the director didn't make any more excuses for Tang Mo to work overtime, and when the sun set, Tang Mo returned home. He cooked himself some noodles, and when he turned on his computer, he found that person was actually online again.

The corners of his mouth looked away as he crackled and typed.

[Grinding Candy: Spending a lot of time these days?]

[Victor: Maybe I said yesterday, take a long vacation?]

Tang Mo: "Want to play a game?

Victor goes back quickly: [No, it's time to get on the plane.]

Is this going out?

Tang Mo: [Okay, see you later.]

Before he could close □□□, a message box popped up, and Tang Mo clicked on the message, his finger pausing slightly.

[Victor: It's a flight to Shanghai.]

[I remember you in Suzhou.]

[...... Grinding Sugar, meet up.]