The solar system is broken

After the spacecraft took off, the writer fainted.

Under the huge acceleration, 6-7 g of force acted on such a fragile body, and even the anti-load device could not completely shield him. In the end, he fainted directly in the space suit.

He had a dream. Small droplets of sweat came out of every pore. It was wet. It didn't look like a good dream.

Indeed, he had no good memories in his wandering half life - that was a month ago.

Hangzhou.

A pier near the sea.

At this time, many parts of both sides of the Qiantang River were submerged by sea water. This included the southeastern part of the Hangjiahu Plain and most of Cixi. The West Lake was restored to its original glory. (It was all caused by flying stars)

The waves are very shallow, and in the distance there are a few fish patterns scattered on the sea.

The writer wore a crisp suit and had a clean shaven beard. He held two carnations in his hand, white (the flower language: pure and great love) and pink (the flower language: the most respected love).

The vast Hangzhou Bay has gentle waves, and the wind is very warm, touching the young man's hair. The writer looked at the mechanical watch in his hand, and leaned against a street lamp with a slight anxiety.

It will take some time for the ship to dock.

The writer is waiting for someone, a very important person.

He pushed up his dark single-frame glasses, raised his watch, and vaguely reflected his face on it.

Sparse bangs, short hair, and a fair face with a somewhat sickly softness. In those eyes, there is a watch, and there is a person on the watch. In that person's eyes, there is a watch, and there is a person in the watch,...

Sorry for being distracted, he just wanted to see if he was dressed appropriately.

The autumn wind in the middle latitudes was warm and comfortable. When he opened his bright forehead, there was no knife mark there.

"Sir," a soft voice came from behind.

"Huh?" The writer put down his watch and saw a person, a girl.

The leaves of Tangli trees have fallen into a rouge color, and the green and yellow colors of autumn have accumulated all over the ground.

A greenness fell on this person's head, making her more delicate and charming.

Wearing a blue and white waisted short-sleeved dress, with a purple white spot bow in her hair, her pretty face was full of embarrassment, "Sir," he repeated in a low voice.

"Huh?!" The writer looked at the woman and his eyes fell on the badge on her chest. It was a university emblem that should be made - Jiangnan University (it simply has the same name as the writer).

Jiangnan University, the writer murmured, as if he had some impression. He frowned, wondering where he had heard the name of this school.

Could this be a trap, a sugar-coated bullet?

The writer thought about it and realized that he didn't seem to have the talent for a protagonist.

"Uh." The girl narrowed her eyes and whispered, "Is sir a writer?"

"Yes," the writer was stunned. When did he become famous?

"Penname Jiangnan?"

"No, it's your real name."

There were little stars in the girl's eyes, and she made a standard ninety-degree bow, "I am Nanako Kawahara, an exchange student at Imperial University."

Judging from the name, it is no surprise that she is a girl from the Kingdom of the Sun.

The Kawamoto clan is very important in the Kingdom of the Sun. It is a branch of the aristocratic Minamoto clan given the surname by the royal family in ancient times. It was named because its ancestors can be traced back to Emperor Seiwa. The Seiwa Minamoto clan is famous. Later, the founder of the Kamakura shogunate, Minamoto Yori

The origins of the Ashikaga clan of the Muromachi shogunate and the Tokugawa clan of the Edo shogunate can also be traced back to the Qing and Minamoto clan.

In fact, the surnames that can be called by the Sun Kingdom are basically common surnames. However, for a Chinese, they are rare and common. There are not many princes, generals and ministers.

Sichuan Yuan Nanako, this name reminds me a little bit, but I can't remember it.

In fact, the writer later found out that this was a famous writer from Taiyang Elementary School. She had a special book called "Yicaozi" (Note: "Caozi" means booklet in Japanese), a book on information science.

"Oh~" The writer's expression was still very cold. He was not enthusiastic with anyone, "What's the matter?"

Kawahara Nanako blinked her eyes and came closer. Her heavy breath almost hit the writer's face. The writer quickly took a few steps back. This girl was a little too familiar.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I lost my composure." Nanako Kawahara's face turned slightly red, and she could tell that the writer didn't like her very much.

"It's okay." Just say it.

Nanako Kawahara crossed her index fingers on her chest and said shyly, "I just didn't expect that the person who wrote "Theory of Social Structure of the Universe" was actually a young man."

"Disappointed you?" The writer suspected that this woman had learned micro-expression management. Every movement and expression she made was perfect, but it was such perfection that made the writer very uncomfortable.

Because it is unreasonable.

"No, on the contrary, I am very excited," Chuan Yuan raised his eyes with rippling ripples.

Writer: ...I don't.

The writer looked towards the distant sea. There was no movement there, so the ship was delayed.

Absently, the man seemed to have encountered a little trouble.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Kawahara chirped like a little sparrow, "Your mother? A friend? Or...a lover?"

"It's my sister." The writer felt that he had better obey her now, otherwise it would lead to a lot of unnecessary exchanges. As of now, he has spoken with the same vocabulary as he has spoken in several days.

"White and pink carnations," Kawahara's pointed nose touched the flower in the writer's hand. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the refreshing fragrance.

However, the writer refused. He twitched his hand and moved the flower away very stingily.

"So what do you want from me?" The writer thought he needed to get rid of this burden.

Kawahara opened one eye and glanced at the writer mischievously, "Why don't you like me?"

If the writer doesn't speak, that means it is.

Kawahara stood up and tucked a lock of hair from his temples behind his ears.

The setting sun was far away. The golden rays of the setting sun shone on her body, and her long black hair seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, charming and moving.

Raising her head, she looked at the sunset on the horizon.

The sea breeze blew up her skirt, and the faint fragrance floated to the writer's nose.

"Ahem~" The writer broke this beautiful calm.

According to the writer, this is an unconscious picture composed of the softness of the light, the quietness of the sound, and the degree of comfort. It has nothing to do with the so-called heartbeat.

"Teacher Jiang really doesn't understand amorous feelings?" Her pink face puffed up her cheeks, and she turned her head and glanced at the writer resentfully, "Teacher, at this moment, Xia..."

"Talking about things."

"Okay," Kawa Yuan stuck out his tongue, "We would like to invite teachers to attend one of our academic exchange meetings..."

"I won't go." He didn't even think about it.

"??" Kawahara didn't expect that this writer would be more difficult to deal with than the rumors said.

"It is the largest universe in Asia..."

"No," the writer spit out two words, rejecting her once again.

"I think..."

"What you said has been said by your predecessors," the writer glanced sideways at the woman. He knew that this woman was not simple and had no good intentions.

Several teachers at the academic exchange meeting made several calls to the writer, and then... they were blocked by the writer.

Chuan Yuan was very irritable. After creating a good atmosphere for so long, he still didn't shake the straight man's heart.

Damn it.

But for the sake of the mission, Chuan Yuan bit his lips and prepared to go hard.

Kawahara became excited when he thought of the writer's editor-in-chief smiling triumphantly in anticipation of failure.

"I..." Kawa Yuan stretched out his hand, but the writer dodged it unceremoniously.

"Stand back, I'm calling the police." The writer took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and opened it very skillfully. The only common contact in the empty list was the police.

Good guy, it seems that the writer has encountered this kind of thing a lot, and the police have become regular contacts.

"..." Chuan Yuan raised his hand and waved it several times, "Teacher, don't get excited, I'm leaving~"

"Let's go~" He shook his head without any politeness.

"I think we..."

"Yao~Yao~Ling~" showed no mercy and pressed the button directly.

Chuan Yuan was scared and quickly backed away. She felt like a gangster who had been caught. "Teacher, we will meet again..."

The girl walked away under the writer's direct gaze.

"No way." The writer threw the phone directly back into his pocket and muttered in a low voice, "It's so dangerous. It's really embarrassing that the phone has run out of credit."

The girl suddenly looked back, and the writer immediately raised his phone threateningly.

Kawahara waved his hand, stuck out his pink tongue, and ran away.

"Alas~" He breathed a sigh of relief. Trouble. He had a feeling that this woman might not give up so easily.

It's getting late.