doomsday lamb

My name is Chen Xinyan, and now I am nesting in a corner that I think is very hidden, peeping, oh no, inspecting...

Wait, you must have heard wrong.

As a "powerful" senior manager of the base, I naturally just happened to appear here, and then happened to stumble upon their "adultery".

What? You ask me why I left my post and wandered around?

That's really stupid. Of course, I, the dean, don't have anything to do.

This dean...

I discovered that I shouldn't have explained so much at the beginning.

Forget it, you can do whatever you want.

It doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing, as long as I never leave the confines of Nata Mountain.

Half a year ago, Zhang Cheng and I came to Nata Mountain, and it was not just as simple as being appointed by "above".

The Central Plains Theater Command and the Yang and Qin families spent a lot of money to get us out of the Science League headquarters.

Although the real money has not fallen into their hands, the constant flow of experimental materials sent to them on weekdays is enough to show their sincerity.

A superior research environment is, to be honest, much more precious than anything else.

Otherwise, you see, even the precious eldest daughter of the Qin family sent me here.

Dare to send a legitimate daughter to serve as a guinea pig, it is indeed... a waste of thought.

So even if you want to reciprocate the favor, you should work day and night and shine all night long.

But I claim to be a research geek, but I am not a nerd like Zhang Cheng.

In fact... the place in Tashan is so boring that I can't even be interested in it.

That's Zhang Cheng's idiot... uh... forget it, he has nothing to do with this topic.

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In midsummer, the sun is at its peak.

The grass in the distance gradually gave off a wave-like feeling as the water vapor evaporated.

Chen Xinyan hid in the bushes and fanned the wind with her little hands, her nose filled with the fishy smell of grass and earth.

Looking along her line of sight, a young man and woman stood under the shade of a tree in the distance.

The two of them were leaning against each other, talking to each other without knowing what they were talking about.

The situation in front of her... seemed to interest Chen Xinyan very much.

Lang Hua and Qin Xiaowen were very familiar to her. Chen Xinyan could recognize them no matter how far away they were!

Of course, the area under the control of Natashan base is limited, and there are not many corners where people can hide. In her "territory" of Chen Xinyan, can she still find two living people?

While Chen Xinyan was thinking this, the corners of her mouth turned up higher and higher, she was very proud.

She may have forgotten, or she may have automatically ignored the fact that the Tashan base belongs to the military and cannot be called anyone's territory...

Uncle Qin, Uncle Qin, this time you have to compensate the girl and lose your troops.

You want to steal my latest potion formula, but your precious daughter is about to be abducted.

Such a gentle and considerate wonderful person is obsessed with this boy Lang Hua, which is really jealous.

Although Lang Hua was born with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a high nose, if the news spread to the Qin family's old house...

Hehe, I wonder if Old Man Qin will have his beard crooked in anger.

Chen Xinyan squatted under the bushes and skillfully hid herself.

She grinned and reached for her coat pocket, but no familiar melon seeds appeared.

Dean Chen was extremely shocked.

What are you doing? Did you eat so fast?

Forget it, I'll make an application later and tell them that Miss Qin's snacks have been used up. I believe there will be new stock soon.

She nodded to herself and made a wise decision, so she was very satisfied.

What? You said I fabricated the truth?

Nonsense! How could I have eaten so much if I hadn’t watched them lively? I have lost my appetite recently and rarely eat. Okay?

Forget it, if you keep mumbling, snacks won’t grow wings and reach your eyes. As for yourself, it’s better to concentrate on watching the show.

After saying that, Chen Xinyan grabbed a piece of wood, put it on the ground and sat down.

"Oh, the conditions are difficult. It's really not easy to go to the theater."

Chen at this moment

Dean Xinyan thought so.

Section 2 Diary

Today is May 6th in the fourth year of the Cataclysm Calendar.

No wind.

The weather is sunny, very sunny.

The sun is shining brightly and the temperature is rising sharply. The pair of tender and affectionate guys don't have to hang around in front of me all the time.

Okay, I'm jealous.

I admit that I covet that girl who is weak and weak, like a small animal.

Oops, although this dean is also a beauty. But, having a little sister dangling in front of me is naturally very eye-catching.

Beautiful things, who doesn’t want to hold them in your hands and protect them?

"Damn Lang Hua, the most evil man who steals love with a knife!"

Dean Chen clenched his fists and said this to the air.

…

Well, there is nothing like "taking love with a sword" or anything like that.

Actually I was just kidding.

I know much more about Lang Hua than he thinks I know.

I know most of Lang Hua's past, where he was and what kind of life he lived before he was 14 years old.

Although only before the age of three, the information related to him is completely blank.

But there are probably very few people who know him as well as I do.

Of course, even if I don't speak, the Chen family will take the initiative to investigate clearly. Then before everything starts, complete information about this person from the moment of birth will be presented to me.

No one knows better than me how powerful the Chen family is.

But I still rejected my family's proposal.

The Chen family started out by distributing drugs, and its family power spanned centuries. It took the past hundred years to open up relationships with all walks of life and cleanse and transform.

Even in the last days, the Chen family is still a behemoth.

It can be said that as long as there are enough people in the world, the influence of the Chen family will always be there.

Regardless of whether they are the eldest daughter of the family or a special commissioner of the International Federation of Science and Technology, they would not want an unknown figure to permanently serve in Nata Mountain.

Especially the communication work that is so critical.

As a client, I am naturally not willing to take unknown risks.

But I only have inexplicable confidence in this aspect.

I know I can read people very accurately.

Even without the blessing of "micro" brain power, I can often see more details and understand more information than ordinary people.

From the first moment I saw Lang Hua, he was naturally under my observation.

"You can see through a person at the first glance" is definitely an anti-scientific wishful thinking.

But I will see with my own eyes, listen with my own ears, and within a limited period of time, use my own heart to feel what kind of person this is.

And whether he is worthy of Zhang Cheng and I’s trust, and whether he is worthy of us exposing Natashan’s cutting-edge results to his eyes.

The label of "combat hero" is useless, and neither is the guarantee from the military district.

If we really count, the Chen and Yang families were somewhat distantly related in their early years, and the head of the family, Yang Zhenghua, should be my cousin.

But what he said also doesn’t count here.

Military merit does not equal moral character. Commander Yang will naturally understand this truth.

But I still need to see with my own eyes. This is responsible for the research results of Zhang Cheng and I, and also for the entire cause of human resistance.

But to be honest, I never expected to meet a soldier. I also never expected that the first time I met Lang Hua would be on the bed of Natashan Logistics Hospital.

At that time, he suffered two penetrating injuries, and one arm was broken and hanging at his side.

That was the first time he communicated information between the Natashan base and the 215th Regiment station in Nanqi City after accepting the appointment. It is said that Lang Hua received new orders during the battle, suffered a slight injury and got off the line of fire, but encountered an enemy on the way.

After intercepting and killing him, he was seriously injured.

There are not many people in the logistics hospital, and there are even less capable surgeons.

The skin and flesh wounds of the ability user are nothing. With the blessing of evolutionary abilities, the higher the level, the faster the recovery.

Only the pain after injury is real and cannot be faked.

Simple suturing is still necessary, but it doesn't require my intervention yet.

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But I still arrived at the venue that day, standing in the corner and observing every move of the other party.

Second Lieutenant Lang Hua is much more immature than I thought.

Although he looks stern and calm, and I heard that his physical fitness and mental ability to withstand stress are far beyond ordinary people; although I can tell that he has probably gone through a lot of things and a lot of hardships.

But it cannot be denied that he is still just a young man.

Forgive me for being too old-fashioned. In fact, Lang Hua is only two years younger than me.

I think I know why Commander Yang and the military region chose him. If it were me, I think I would also choose to trust him and give him what needs to be done without hesitation.

Young people are good because they dare to work hard, insist on what is right, and go through fire and water for a promise.

Besides, he is still a soldier.

A person who completes the task alive, or a dead person who falls on the way to complete the task.

That's all, often there are only two results in the end.

Section 3 Monologue

It has been another four years since the disaster, and I am 22 years old this year.

Life before the age of 16 was monotonous and ordinary. I can't even find many relevant impressions in my memory about that boring, unremarkable day.

It is nothing more than studying day and night and endless homework.

As the eldest daughter of the Chen family, she must be among the best among her peers in terms of appearance, conversation, and study.

Especially when my father and clan elders discovered my talent when I was 10 years old, this goal became even more intense.

For fame and fortune, they will never give up the opportunity to have a genius.

They are still so demanding when facing mediocre children. Bearing the name of a so-called "genius", naturally I will not be let go by them.

The result turned out to be what they had hoped for. The Chen family's daughter Xue Zang became a blockbuster a few years later, astonishing the world with three special studies, which gained them a lot of face.

And I also had freedom in the sense of life for the first time on my sixteenth birthday.

At the age of sixteen, I am still a descendant of the Chen family, but I am able to break away from the control of the family and have a status and prestige close to that of the clan elders... It is really unbelievable.

This is really an irony for the Chen family, which has always been keen on ranking based on seniority.

And for me, what's the biggest irony?

Is it because I have no idea what to do after being freed and still immerses myself in research? Or is it that within two years of freedom, the apocalypse has come in the blink of an eye?

All in all, it’s really ridiculous to think about it these past few years.

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There was an undercurrent surging after the disaster, and it was not my wish to abandon basic theoretical research.

Everyone knows that although practical science cannot save this era, it can be a good solution to urgent needs.

If we don’t even have it now, how can we talk about the future?

No one wants to live in such an era, including me.

But sometimes I also wonder, if one day the apocalypse will finally end, what kind of life will those people who have worked hard and struggled to survive with all their strength have to have again.

I think that is the most brand-new day for everyone, and for the entire human race.

And if that day will finally come, no matter how small the possibility is, I hope that everyone can forget the scars and live with all their strength, worthy of the suffering they have suffered, and worthy of all those who have died and who have lived.

people's efforts.

No matter what Xiaohua has experienced, I sincerely hope that there will be a place for him among "those people".

The days in Nata Mountain are so ordinary that people feel carefree and lazy.

There are only a few people who are acquainted with each other, and most of the time they get along with each other, they make jokes.

I think I'm just bored.

I just want to have some fun in my daily idle life when my spiritual faith is exhausted after the disaster.

I just hope that idiot Zhang Cheng can do something unexpected one day.

For example, a surprise, or a long-buried inner message.

A few words, an action, anything will do.

…

That's it, the sky is getting brighter and I'm done writing.