"Wow, he's really kind."
"??? I finally got some confidence, don't pour cold water on it."
"Ah, the plane's taken off, bye."
"Hello? Hello? Hello?"
As the call disconnected, Zhou Cheng, too, grabbed his pants, and with a firm resolution, shouted around him.
"What are you dawdling for? Lock down the street now!"
...
Inside α2-2103469.
After leaving Xu Tianyou's memories, Li Qingming and Tang Tang had become even more adept at everything—cruising on the ship, walking through campuses, and strolling along beaches. Like a montage of old films, they passed through memory after memory, cooperating with each other to detach from each scene.
If there had been more time, Li Qingming would certainly have engaged in a more thorough exploration and experience, but as the red on the watch face continued to spread without stopping, he had no choice but to skim through, moving towards the end with the quickest efficiency possible.
