Mist

The person is in the sky base, and the minister is personally receiving him at this moment.

Song Qinglan got the news and turned and walked towards the base. He is tall and long, and walks like the wind. He walked through the corridor in a few steps and entered the teleportation cabin.

"Team Song!"

"Eh, Team Song!"

Along the way, everyone saw him look as usual, but they greeted him one after another, always feeling that a volcano was about to erupt under that domineering and powerful skin.

In a short while, gossip spread across the intranet, saying that Team Song was about to officially push people out.

A few minutes later, Song Qinglan went underground.

[Welcome, Song Qinglan, welcome back to the sky]

The hatch opened to both sides, and the electronic female voice was as soft as before every mission.

More than a decade ago, the Imperial Science team penetrated the mystery of time travel, and now it has a time management alliance and branches in various countries, but this is still where the world headquarters of the sky is still located. At a depth of two kilometers underground, thousands of people work here, day and night, and the dark underground is always brightly lit. Whenever you see this scene, it makes people feel very shocked.

Song Qinglan got out of the teleportation cabin, and stayed on a white wall after walking for a few minutes. He pressed it lightly, and then slammed the invisible door open.

"Bang"!

Everyone in the room was startled and turned to look at him.

A middle-aged female leader is standing by her side.

The huge semicircular luminous dome outside the floor-to-ceiling windows becomes the background, like a galaxy in the vast universe.

The man in front of the window was wearing an ordinary white shirt and ordinary black trousers, lined with a slender waist, clean and tall, reminiscent of the pine beside the snowy lake.

In the brilliant star light, the person's complexion was extremely fair, and the bridge of the nose and the eyebrows and eyebrows were just right, especially the beautifully-shaped lips. A touch of gorgeousness put a good color on the cold face, and it became vivid in an instant.

It's unforgettable.

At the moment when he saw him, Song Qinglan inexplicably remembered what the team members said in the training room.

"If he says he has no fighting power, he won't come, if he is an embroidered pillow, he won't come, if the whole team is homophobic, he will come. People don't know whether they want to fight against us or prove their charm!"

"Don't knock on the door!" Minister Wang groaned, "I think you are the only one who ignores the rules forever!"

Song Qinglan retracted her thoughts and strode in calmly.

He didn't have the consciousness to reflect, and he curled his lips like he didn't hesitate: "I heard that the new teammates are here, and Minister Wang, you won't notify us to welcome you."

After finishing speaking, Song Qinglan then turned her gaze directly on the person: "Counselor Ji."

This term is quite aggressive.

The person in front of him is from Ningcheng. He is a recorder who has only done a B-level mission. He airborne the Guardian team and his title is Special Advisor.

Song Qinglan's disdain, harshness, and scrutiny were straightforward.

When I arrived at the beginning of the rainy season, Song Qinglan's gaze was not timid or hiding, but quietly looked at each other, as if I didn't know who came, and didn't say a word.

The atmosphere stagnated for a while.

The gentleman's response was calm and unwavering, but the undercurrent was turbulent.

How can Minister Wang not know about the two people's holidays, they haven't seen each other yet, his family has offended them so much, and in the end it was not their leaders who wiped their ass.

"I brought consultant Ji to see the base, I didn't know you were so impatient." Minister Wang pretended that nothing happened, and gently introduced, "Counselor Ji, this is the captain of the seventh team of our Jiangcheng branch, who is also ours. The youngest but most potential captain under the Sky Vault system has performed twelve A-level missions at a young age, with a rating of one star. Let me introduce him officially. His name is Song Qinglan. Haven't you seen him yet?"

In the rainy season, he was slightly surprised, retracted his gaze, and unconsciously repeated these three words: "Song... Qinglan?"

His voice is very soft and his voice is also very nice, the voice Song Qinglan expected.

Probably the voices of these civilian workers are similar.

Minister Wang said with a smile: "The sun is sunny and the mountains are windy, does it sound like a little girl at first glance—"

Song Qinglan interrupted at the right time, her expression unhappy: "Minister Wang."

During the rainy season, as if he hadn't heard the teasing, he quickly lifted his brows and said, "Actually, I have met Captain Song."

Minister Wang came interested: "Oh? When?"

The nice voice during the monsoon rain continued: "Three years ago, on October 14th, I participated in a study organized by Sky Qiong in the Jiangcheng branch. It was still your class. That time Captain Song was also in class, but They didn't know each other at the time."

Minister Wang was surprised this time: "Strange, how come I have no impression of a young man like you?"

Don't mention Minister Wang, Song Qinglan himself has no impression of this matter.

Just kidding, whoever has time to remember who I saw three years ago.

During the monsoon rain, I easily recalled the situation that day, as if it happened yesterday: "The venue is very large, and my position is very back. It is normal if you don’t remember. You wore a water blue suit and skirt that day. A pair of Baroque pearl earrings. The hair is a little shorter than it is now. I accidentally broke a mug during class and changed it to an enamel. Do you remember?"

Minister Jiang nodded repeatedly, then remembered: "Remember to remember!"

During the rainy season, he said: "Captain Song was sitting in the ninth position from the left in the third row. He missed two classes and left early in the afternoon."

Song Qinglan couldn't help but said, "Are you impressed with me, or are you going to give a small report."

During the rainy season, she turned her head and looked at Song Qinglan. Song Qinglan's shadow was reflected in the water-colored eyes: "I just happened to remember everyone who was there that day."

Song Qinglan almost forgot. One of the rumors of this consultant season in the sky is that she has outstanding memory.

Song Qinglan pointed out: "Counselor Ji, I heard that people with good memories hold grudges."

During the monsoon rain, he answered calmly: "Fortunately, it depends on the situation."

Minister Wang said roundly: "It's good to have seen it. Xiao Song is a bit hot, straight-tempered, and criticizes the players for being merciless. He has not done anything like crying people in public. I heard Minister Lin said that you have a good personality and generous personality. When you are in the team, don't care about giving him face and let yourself be wronged."

During the monsoon rains, he is not a arrogant person. He replied: "Don't worry, I will cooperate as long as it is about work."

Song Qinglan chuckled, not caring very much: "That's good."

After a few small chats, Minister Wang started talking about business: "The mission will be carried out next week. From tomorrow on, the season consultant will follow Xiao Song to get familiar with the team members and working environment. There are many equipment on the training ground, and there is also a special simulation combat system. , I heard that Advisor Ji had also been in the Imperial Army before?"

Song Qinglan raised her eyebrows, not quite convinced.

Sure enough, during the monsoon rains, he immediately confirmed his idea: "I also served as a civilian job in the army and only stayed for two months."

That attitude of neither overbearing nor overbearing made Song Qinglan, who was born in special forces, want to laugh a little.

Can this person go to the front with a thin body.

Minister Wang nodded: "Although the observers require low combat quality, they can also be trained appropriately. This year, a group of new students have been recruited in the bureau, and there are professional classes every morning, and the season consultant can also listen to it."

"coming!"

"Out!"

"Hurry up, do you have a fight?!"

"Has Minister Wang dropped the cup again?!"

There was a circle of heads in front of the monitoring panel, and there were many people in the hallway who probed their heads.

The teleportation hatch opened, and Minister Wang, who stepped on high heels, came out first, looking at the direction to go back to the office.

Then she walked out of Song Qinglan, and walked out of the monsoon season.

The height difference between the two is more than half, one is cool and the other is handsome.

Song Qinglan's lazy attitude of receiving new teammates almost overflowed the screen, relying on her tall and familiarity to walk very fast. Adviser Ji, who is not as good as it is seen, is really gentle, and strode behind Song Qinglan, just to keep up without rushing, and it doesn't appear to be cramped.

The two walked all the way to the training ground speechless, and everyone was full of question marks.

This, this is over?

Song Qinglan just accepted it?

The blood splashed in the Jiangcheng branch was said to make people embarrassed to pack. Where did they come from and where to go back?

Seeing the two come back together, the teammates in the training room were also surprised. What does this mean?

Song Qinglan slammed to a stop in the open space ahead and clapped her hands to ask them to gather: "Come on, let me introduce to you, this is the colleague Ning Cheng seconded to complete this task with us, as the observer in the team, referred to as the special adviser. During the rainy season, season consultant."

In front of this group of guardians who are overwhelmed by male hormones, the white shirts appear to be too thin during the monsoon rains.

It's like a little white rabbit strayed into a group of lions, weak to be deceived.

But seeing that the eyebrows were calm during the monsoon rain, and there was no discomfort, he opened his lips and said, "Hello."

"This is Duan Wen, Zhou Mingxuan, Li Chun, the twins Tang Le, and Tang Qi." Song Qinglan introduced in order, "Respectively serving as control, machinery, logistics, and left and right wings. There was an observer in the team with the surname Yu. his job."

The unfamiliar teammates are all wearing the same uniforms, except for their faces, there is no memory point, let alone a pair of twins who look exactly the same.

But Song Qinglan's speech was very fast, and she didn't know if she was deliberately embarrassing or just perfunctory.

It just nodded during the rainy season, and I don't know if I can remember it.

Song Qinglan didn't give him time to breathe, and then arranged: "Old man, you and the observer's work has been handed over, you first take him to understand the observer's work."

Duan Wen: "Huh? This, so fast?"

According to common sense, shouldn't it mean taking people around, swinging around each department, and calling it familiar with the environment?

Song Qinglan: "Time waits for no one. Why don't you feel quick to participate in the next task rating?"

Duan Wen: "Yes!"

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Song Qinglan does not intend to give the new consultant Ji face any face.

During the monsoon rains, I didn't seem to have any complaints, so I walked with the old man very cooperatively.

Maybe he didn't plan to head-on with Song Qinglan.

As soon as they walked away, Song Qinglan returned to her usual appearance, with her eyebrows raised slightly: "What are you looking at? Everyone's eyeballs are about to come out. Look at you."

"Boss, this is so beautiful!"

"I used to think that the term "beautiful" is not suitable for men, but now I think it is quite suitable."

"They all eat the same food, they are all human beings. How can he grow up like that? Just now, I haven't seen a pore on his face, and the skin is absolutely extinct."

Song Qinglan had knocked on the head of his small eyes, which means Zhou Mingxuan also sighed: "Grass, I think too much about myself. People like me can't look down on me."

"Are you sorry?" Song Qinglan raised her leg and kicked over. "Aren't you worried about your family's three-generation single pass now?"

Zhou Mingxuan smiled.

"Boss, we really want to keep him?"

"At this point, you can't carry it on your shoulders and you can't fight. It's useless except to look good!"

"I thought you had to resist, it's not like your style."

Song Qinglan said her plan directly.

The final summary: "The order has been transferred, and the people have come to the ministry. I just want to change one. It's too late. These days, you have to bring some first. If you have anything to wait for you to go out, you will only have one goal. : Complete the task safely!"

Everyone said in unison: "Yes!"

The team dispersed.

Song Qinglan unconsciously began to recall the study three years ago, but found nothing. After all, he was absent from school and left early...he could do a lot more.

This person's memory...whatever he wants to say, maybe it can barely be regarded as an advantage?