Who is Playing the Love Development Game in Gundam

In the high-rise building of the commercial-residential complex near the plant area, He Kui found it similar to the pigeon loft he had lived in before—sharing a tall building with others. However, this building resembled the upscale apartment complexes from his memories, with a significantly larger average living space compared to the central district, and it was conveniently close to his company.

To save manpower, there were no attendants; He Kui only needed to confirm the room's status on his wristband after inspecting it, and the door would automatically lock. It was quite convenient.

"The locations of these apartments are all pretty similar; should we look at more?" he asked.

The layouts and interiors of the units were identical, and their orientations were mostly the same as well. There wasn't much need for selection, although the higher up you lived, the better the view. Since the building was adjacent to the plant area, the scenery wasn't much—just a view of the lush greenery, and beyond that, the ocean.

The ocean wasn't for aesthetic purposes; it was there to maintain the ecology within the colony. Otherwise, they'd have too many people with nothing to eat, creating a vast ocean just for the fish.

"Speaking of which, I haven't had fish in a while," He Kui sighed as he looked out over the expansive ocean from the balcony on the seventeenth floor.

Here, without the curvature of Earth, his line of sight extended much further than before.

Of course, most people wouldn't notice this subtle difference, as their view was mostly blocked by surrounding high-rises before they could even see the horizon.

"Fish…" 

Shi He, hearing He Kui's remark, smacked her lips. Although she wasn't particularly fond of fish, it had been so long since she had eaten any that she felt a pang of nostalgia.

Maintaining ecological balance required marine life, but the ocean here only hosted basic algae and ornamental fish that tasted worse than synthetic meat. Eating too much of them could disrupt the colony's artificially maintained balance. When the council nations funded the construction of PLANT, they had already considered this. With food supplies being embargoed, how could they possibly stock the ocean with fish?

Eating a fish would require transporting it from Earth, and even when relations with the council nations were still cordial, it had been considered a luxury. Now, it was even more so.

"We'll take it back to Earth one day!" Shi He declared, raising her small hand toward the sea as if making a vow.

"Yeah." 

He Kui had grown accustomed to Shi He's occasional grand proclamations; they were quite endearing. However, the task was beyond his current capabilities.

"Shall we go with this one, then?" He shifted the topic, noting that while it wasn't the highest floor, it was inconspicuous and quite nice.

"Sure, this one works for me."

Upon hearing Shi He's agreement, he lowered his head and made a few adjustments on his wristband. The door to their chosen apartment automatically locked.

"Done! I'll send you the key program. I'll have someone bring over some of my belongings; the sensitive items will need to be moved by me."

In truth, there weren't many sensitive items—just some personal documents and the models of the new units he had created. As for the documents from the research lab, those were certainly off-limits for removal.

"Not a problem! I've got your Haro~"

As Shi He spoke, the Haro nearby floated up energetically, calling out happily.

"Alright." 

Aside from some work documents, books, and the Haro, they didn't have many personal belongings.

Their clothes were mostly a few repetitive outfits. Usually, He Kui wore research attire, and he only had a couple of formal outfits for special occasions.

After taking a hover car back home and packing up their few belongings, they were ready to go.

"Mr. He Kui, where are you two headed?" 

Since it was a rest day, many neighbors and colleagues were around downstairs, and they curiously observed the two carrying their luggage with the help of a transport robot.

"We're moving," He Kui replied.

"Oh? Where to? Renting outside is tough these days, and it's not very safe."

One colleague from the same department cautioned.

"We're moving to the commercial complex area." 

As soon as He Kui finished speaking, the atmosphere shifted. Several people around him fell silent, their expressions shifting to surprise, shock, and disbelief.

"He Kui, are you really going for it?" 

Though they all had the means to rent in that area, doing so would leave them with little disposable income. In this chaotic situation, most wouldn't dare to make such a move.

"Safety is a priority," He Kui explained.

"That's true."

Upon hearing He Kui's reasoning, they recalled the previous explosion incident. Although the culprit had been caught, the blue Persian flowers were still a lingering threat; who knew when another batch might show up?

Everyone accepted He Kui's explanation without further doubt, and he sighed in relief. After all, it was better for fewer people to know his specific address.

Heaven knows if there were any spies among them.

Thus, under the envious gazes of his colleagues, He Kui and Shi He finally left the design bureau. 

Thank you to Ziyin Ya for the monthly ticket!