Chapter 166 Xue Baochai's Cat

Chapter 166 Xue Baochai's Cat

Chapter 166 Xue Baochai's Cat

"What?!" Chen Qingluo jumped up from her seat.

"Why are you reacting so strongly?" Ning Chunyan asked.

"Did I react too much? How did I react too much? What was my reaction?"

Chen Qingluo looked ferocious in her Dharma form, and her questions made Ning Chunyan dare not speak.

She turned around and asked Lu Qingxuan: "Did she react strongly?"

Lu Qingxuan hesitated: "Yes... a little."

Chen Qingluo said: "How can you allow your employees to illegally cohabit with the opposite sex? And to cheat on their spouses? How come you don't perform the supervisory function that a private business owner should have?"

Ning Chunyan's tone became a little bit frivolous: "Do I have this function?"

"Yes, you have. A lot. Family tradition building is part of work style building. If family tradition is not right, how can we carry out self-revolution under the background of the four modernizations? If we allow employees to degenerate, how can we make enterprises become the basic units that actively participate in building a harmonious society? If you don't care about cohabitation between opposite sexes, will you turn a blind eye if he becomes a traitor in the future?..."

"Stop, stop, stop. You're getting more and more ridiculous." Ning Chunyan finally couldn't bear to listen any longer. "They're not living together. They bought a house together, so they're living together temporarily."

Chen Qingluo's eyes widened. "Oh my god, this is even worse than living together! Death penalty! Execution by cannon! Execute immediately!"

"It doesn't have to be that serious, right?"

Ning Chunyan explained it to her in detail - basically copying Wang Zixu's explanation to her word for word. After listening to it, Chen Qingluo calmed down and sat there without saying a word, and no one knew what she was thinking.

"Do you feel better after hearing this?" Ning Chunyan asked.

After a long time, Chen Qingluo nodded.

Ning Chunyan smiled: "When I first heard it, I had a similar reaction to you."

Chen Qingluo said: "What's wrong? I don't have any reaction?"

"Okay, whatever you say."

Lu Qingxuan witnessed all this and said in surprise: "No way, you guys are too easy to please, aren't you?"

They both turned their gazes towards her at the same time, and the situation, which had finally been eased, became tense again.

Lu Qingxuan said: "Let me give you an analogy. This explanation is like a boss who wants to change his wife after getting rich, but his mistress is discovered by accident, so he makes up a story on the spot that he doesn't even believe, and he's just short of swearing on the Luo River."

“Why are you giving such specific examples?”

Lu Qingxuan pounded the table in agony: "Sister Qingluo and Sister Xiaochun, I find that you two are too naive. You dare to believe whatever others say. Think about it, you are living together, how can you live in peace?"

Diao Yiwen also joined in: "Yeah, if you do this, you will be deceived in the future when you fall in love."

Ning Chunyan and Chen Qingluo looked at each other in bewilderment. They had never imagined that they would be scolded by a girl younger than them until they could not open their mouths.

"I don't think we are that naive, are we?"

"No, it's simple, very simple," Lu Qingxuan said, "It's all because you are too honest and don't doubt others. If you meet someone dishonest, you will definitely suffer a great loss. I think we should call the woman he lives with and find out the situation."

As soon as this idea was put forward, it was extremely tempting.

Ning Chunyan immediately waved his hand and said no, although our magazine attaches great importance to the construction of family style in the context of the four modernizations, Wang Zixu is also an adult and he is capable of arranging his own life. We must give our comrades enough care and enough space.

After that, she and Chen Qingluo sat in silence for a while. Chen Qingluo turned around and asked, "What if he really died? Who will review the manuscript?"

Ning Chunyan thought it made sense, and after much deliberation, he finally called Ye Lan despite Lu Qingxuan's slightly contemptuous gaze, and asked about Wang Zixu's recent situation in a very polite and distant manner.

Unexpectedly, Ye Lan said, you have stumped me with your question. Although I live with him, I have hardly seen him in these three weeks. The only thing I can be sure of is that he is still alive.

Ning Chunyan glanced at Chen Qingluo and asked, "You two live together, how could you not have seen each other?"

Ye Lan said, "Do you think it's impossible? I also think it's impossible, but this is the reality. I don't believe it even if I tell you. There is a small bed in his workshop, so I guess he sleeps in it at night, but there is no toilet in it, but I have never seen him go out to the toilet or take a shower. I was really worried once and asked him what was going on through the door. The next day he posted a note on the door, reminding me not to disturb him. Isn't it infuriating?"

"Could anything really happen?" Ning Chunyan became nervous.

"Probably not. He sends scripts to the company on time every day, and he throws the takeaway packaging outside the door every day. I help him take it away and throw it away. He probably is not dead."

"Script? What script?" Ning Chunyan asked.

Ye Lan realized that he had said something wrong and immediately changed the subject: "Anyway, he is alive, but in what form he is alive, we will never find out unless we open the door, just like that what? That Xue Baochai's cat."

"It's Schrödinger's cat." Ning Chunyan corrected politely.

"Yes, that's it. Why don't you come over and check it out?"

After hanging up the phone, they felt that Ye Lan's suggestion was equally tempting. Everyone was curious about what happened to the cat.

Lu Qingxuan asked: "Isn't he autistic?"

Ning Chunyan turned to look at her: "Why are you keeping to yourself?"

Lu Qingxuan did not answer. She had heard some rumors recently - Wang Zixu had gained a certain degree of fame in the school because of the special invitation for the article by Nanjing University (although it was very low, and his fame was between Abdul-Razak Gurna and Svetlana Alexandrovna Alexievich in the Faculty of Arts). It was precisely because of this small fame, coupled with the conflict with Shi Shuqiu, that he had a bad reputation in the school.

This resulted in more people knowing that his manuscript was rejected twice than knowing who he is.

So after thinking about it, Lu Qingxuan felt that he really had reason to be autistic.

But she didn't say that, she just said: "Why would you lock yourself in the room if you're not autistic?"

"Yeah, why?"

Chen Qingluo thought this wasn't even a problem because she often locked herself in the house. Not only did she lock herself in the house, she even locked herself in the toilet for a week. Because there was an exhaust fan at home, she didn't even feel the stink.

Finally they decided to go and visit, in case the backbone of the magazine really died at home. Diao Yiwen stayed in the editorial office, while Ning, Chen and Lu set out for Wang Zixu's home. They bought some fruits and snacks on the way. When they arrived at Wang Zixu's home, they were warmly received by Ye Lan.

Chen Qingluo has been possessed by Sherlock Holmes since she entered the house. She used her sharp eyes to search for traces of life everywhere, trying to find out the origin of even a hair dropped on the floor. Unfortunately, there was no hair on the floor. Ning Chunyan was not Watson, and did not keep a distance from the suspect. Instead, he chatted enthusiastically. Ye Lan took them to the door of Wang Zixu's studio and pointed at the door and said, "He has not made any movement in here in the past few days. Instead, he orders takeout on time every day. Every time, I help him throw it in front of his room door, and I don't know when he takes it in. Anyway, I can't see him. It's very mysterious."

The door was Bu Yang's anti-theft door. Although it was a basic model, it was large and heavy, isolating this room from this home, full of the cold meaning of drawing a clear line. Indeed, as Ye Lan said, under the isolation of this door, no one would know if Wang Zixu died inside.

Ning Chunyan went straight up and knocked on the door: "Wang Zixu! Are you in there? Open the door, it's me!"

After knocking on the door for a while with no response, Ning Chunyan turned around and asked, "Is he always like this?"

Ye Lan frowned: "This situation is rare. He usually answers when you knock on the door."

Lu Qingxuan put the fruit basket on the ground with a worried look on her face: "Is he really autistic?"

"Do you have a spare key?"

"I have to look for it."

While everyone was gathering outside the door, behind the door, in the dim room, Wang Zixu was lying half-naked on a camp bed with his eyes dazed. The light from the gaps in the curtains shone on his face, forming a white bar.

The blanket was twisted into a pretzel and half draped over his stomach. The computer screen was fixed on the document page. The densely packed words on the page formed neat rows, breaking out of the screen one after another, holding a grand parade in the room, like a tight hoop that gave him a splitting headache.

No, I can’t change it. I can’t do it.

Can you really not do it?
Someone lowered his head in the darkness, blocking the light from his face. He whispered softly, but the sound was deafening:
You believe you have 49 more chances to win the Nobel Prize in Literature, but you don't believe you can't change this sentence in front of you? You are so hypocritical.

The highest level of hypocrisy is to be hypocritical to oneself - not being kind but thinking oneself to be a righteous person, not being firm but thinking oneself to be a strong person. When one's behavior cannot convince oneself, one begins to distort the world, distort the facts, and live like a maggot. This is a hypocrite.

Remember that young, patriotic youth who criticized people online for not wanting to work overtime for free, lacking a spirit of dedication and struggle, and not willing to give up their own interests to contribute to the company. After graduation, he was exploited by his boss in many ways. Because of the salary issue, he denounced the country online as rotten, saying that the moon in foreign countries is rounder and he wanted to escape abroad.

This is a fake person. The world is neither good nor bad, it is you who is rotten. The appearance of many things depends on how you tell yourself: you tell yourself that you can win the Nobel Prize in Literature, but if you don't work hard and don't get it, what will you do? Complain about the world?

Wang Zixu's eyes began to focus again, and the vague voice in front of him disappeared into the air like morning mist. He said to the empty room, I can do it. It's difficult, but I can do it.

The next second, his perspective soared into the air, and he was able to look down at the earth. He saw the East China Sea and the West River, both covered with lingering rain. The girl in the milk tea shop, wearing a brown apron with a smile on it, looked numb, the old man in Tai Chi clothes moved slowly in front of the adult store, and the young man in a plaid shirt had a fight with a passerby over a shared bicycle.

He floated over, floating over the Xihe River, and seemed to see many familiar figures, including Gou Yingbiao, Lin Feng, and Shen Qingfeng. He did not stop for these familiar faces, and headed west to Naypyidaw, Kuala Lumpur, Bandar Seri Begawan, and then to Kathmandu, Delhi, Colombo, Maldives, Tashkent, Dushanbe, Kabul, Tehran, Damascus...

He found that he had acquaintances all over the world. In Takia, he saw Adonis, who was sitting in his own rattan chair like a living fossil. In Cape Town, John Maxwell Coetzee raised his clear eyes. In Paris, it was very lively. Perec, Modiano and Clezio greeted him. After the prince returned the greeting, he remembered that Perec was dead...

The door creaked, and more light rushed into the room. The dust suspended in the air flew up. The prince squinted his eyes and wanted to get up, but he had no strength.

"What's that smell?" someone asked. After that, several noses twitched.

"Ah! He has no clothes on!" someone screamed.

"Calm down, it feels like real death," someone said.

"Yeah, it's the smell of diapers."

Chen Holmes Qingluo squatted down, checked the scene, and announced the truth. Lu Qingxuan rushed out of the room, and Ye Lan handed masks to everyone in a timely manner.

"No wonder I didn't see him go to the toilet. He seems to be really crazy."

People always feel sympathy for the person involved when they cannot see the incident, but after witnessing the scene, they will inevitably feel disgusted. What's more, Wang Zixu's current miserable condition is so disgusting that he looks disgusting to everyone, with tangled hair and pale skin. He looks malnourished and a little dehydrated.

Ning Chunyan squatted down and patted his face: "Hey, are you okay?"

Wang Zixu's soul was rounding the Cape of Good Hope at this time. He quickly passed Buenos Aires and Lima, said hello to Borges and Llosa, and returned to his body in the East China Sea.

"Well, I want some water."

Ning Chunyan took out an orange from a plastic bag and shook it in front of him: "There's no water, but there are oranges. Do you want some?"

Wang Zixu nodded.

So Ning Chunyan broke the orange for him and stuffed it into his mouth one slice at a time. He was very happy and looked up and said in surprise: "I feel the joy of feeding a cat!"

Chen Qingluo ignored her. Whether Ning Chunyan wanted to raise Xue Baochai's cat or become a Pokémon trainer in the future was none of her business. She was sitting in front of Wang Zixu's computer, reviewing the novel he had revised.

She dragged the mouse to look at a few pages and said, "I'm almost done with the revisions. The progress is going smoothly. The retreat is really useful."

Ning Chunyan stuffed the remaining half of the orange into Wang Zixu's mouth (Wang Zixu was choked on the spot), turned around to look at the manuscript, and then commented: "How much has been changed? The spirit has not been changed, right?"

Chen Qingluo whispered, "It's a good change."

Ning Chunyan asked quietly, "Do you think you are qualified to be on Get?"

Chen Qingluo didn't say anything.

Lu Qingxuan mustered up the courage to reenter the room and whispered, "Can you at least cover him with the quilt before you talk? I really can't bear to see this, this, this man naked."

Ye Lan brought in several bottles of mineral water, put them on Wang Zixu's desk, and shouted, "Get up, you bastard! You're wearing diapers! You have to pay me for the depreciation of this house if you use it like this."

As she said this, she wanted to tease the prince, but Chen Qingluo said sternly, "Don't bother with him!"

Ye Lan was startled and turned to look at her.

"Don't worry about him," Chen Qingluo said, "Just leave it alone. Don't disturb him. He is going through the tribulation now. He will be fine once he finishes the modification."

Ye Lan said awkwardly: "But..."

"No buts, let's go."

After saying that, Chen Qingluo took the lead and walked out of the door. Everyone in the room looked at each other. Ning Chunyan hesitated, then moved a few more bottles of water into the room before closing the door with Ye Lan.

Ning Chunyan didn't know that her bite of orange and a few bottles of water saved Wang Zixu's life. Wang Zixu came to his senses, ate all the oranges, wiped the juice flowing down his chin, returned to the computer, and began to write furiously.

There is still one week left until the postgraduate entrance examination.
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Recommended book: "I'm Immortal: A Supernatural Game"

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