Professor yang was sleeping soundly at home.
His phone rang. Although he wasn't on the third-class shift, he still had the habit of turning his phone on to sleep. He didn't even dare to turn it on silent.
Who knew when there would be a major emergency rescue? an oil tank explosion, a train derailed, and a drunkard driving a car.
There were countless ifs in this world. Sometimes, professor yang even felt that the group of people who wanted world peace the most were people like him, who would stay up all night if someone caused him trouble.
Other people were talking nonsense about world peace, but he really F * cking wanted world peace.
"F * ck!" Professor yang cursed as he was woken up by the bell. The name marked on the phone instantly woke him up from his sleep. It was a cross between an Angel and a demon, ye Qingqiu, Division Chief ye.
A morning temper? It didn't even exist in front of ye Chu.
