However, Weisheng Jue Ling seemed to have guessed her thoughts and motioned to her, "Come in and take a look?"
This is a neatly arranged study room with very standard furnishings, but there is a clean rocking chair not far from the desk, and a medical instrument stands next to it. I don't know what it is used for.
Weisheng Jue Ling took a hair dryer from the drawer to her, "Although you are frozen like this, I should let you change clothes, but men and women are different, and I don't have women's clothes at home. You can go to the heater to dry them.
Bar."
Then he got up and walked out.
Xie Yuqing was a little confused, "Why are you going?"
"I don't want to catch a cold. Let's take a shower."
"..."
His words were thoughtful, but why did they make people so uncomfortable?
Xie Yuqing had nothing to say, it was indeed cold, so she squatted against the wall with a hair dryer and blew her hair.
After blowing for a while, she felt a little more comfortable, so she sat down, inevitably in a daze.
This is all so dramatic.
How could those real feelings be fake?
See with your own eyes, experience with your own eyes, hear and taste...
How could it be fake?
How can the senses deceive oneself?
It's just... if the voyage was true, then she should be buried under the sea by now. How could she return to Cambridge?
And looking at the time, it’s true that only one day has passed.
Unless I'm dreaming now.
Thinking of this, Xie Yuqing couldn't help but squeeze her thigh hard.
Ouch, it hurts!
"it's useless."
At this time, a young man with a towel on his head walked in. Seeing her behavior, he said calmly, "The organic mental disorder caused by drugs is equivalent to your brain constructing a set of blueprints and combining them with
Reality blends in and the nerve pain won't make this situation go away."
Xie Yuqing was startled, "What do you mean?"
"Didn't you guess it?" Weisheng Jue Ling glanced at her, threw the towel on his head on the back of the chair, and sat in front of the computer to type.
This half-talking look made Xie Yuqing frown and said angrily, "Stop being so pretentious, what on earth are you going to show me?"
"Come."
Weisheng Jue Ling moved his chair to the side a little.
Xie Yuqing was not polite and dragged the rocking chair over to sit on it.
Boom.
The long chair corner swept a certificate on the bookshelf to the floor and folded two corners.
She put it aside and turned around to meet the young man's regretful eyes.
"What are you doing?" Xie Yuqing glared at him, "Who asked you to buy such a long chair?"
"I didn't say anything." Wei Sheng Jue Ling moved his eyes away angrily and clicked the mouse twice, "Let's take a look at this."
What appeared on the screen was a surveillance screen.
It was in a shopping mall. A man in a kilt was looking around and bumped into a girl. He didn't notice that he had dropped his keys and hurriedly ran into the safe passage in the corner.
The girl picked up the key, hesitated for a moment, and then chased after him.
Then Weisheng Jue Ling dragged down the progress bar.
About two or three minutes later, the girl opened the door in a panic.
However, she suddenly raised her neck, as if she had been attacked instantly. She stood still for two seconds and then suddenly fell straight forward.
Fortunately, the moment she hit the ground on her face, a figure rushed over in time and caught her.
"More than two months ago, I was invited to attend an academic seminar. When I was walking around the mall, I accidentally saw you falling to the ground. I thought it was a sudden cerebral infarction or sudden death, so I called an ambulance and gave you a simple treatment.