You Are Deep in The Stars

When he went to work the next day, Liu Chunchun carefully asked Bai Xi if Wang Yuanchen had agreed to Han Zhuo’s suggestion to approach Shi Tian to copy the data.

“Not yet, what’s wrong?” Bai Xi pushed his head away and said seriously, “How does dad teach you? Don’t lean on me casually, stand up straight!”

“Yes!” Liu Chunchun quickly made a silencing gesture to him, his face turned pale, as if the two of them had really done something shameful and cowardly.

“He abused you again?” Bai Xi, fearing that the world would not be in chaos, pulled open Liu Chunchun’s shirt collar and looked inside, then pressed Liu Chunchun on the sofa and kneaded him into a ball. He then said with satisfaction, “Tell me, what’s wrong with Mr. Wang?”

Liu Chunchun was about to cry but had no tears. He wanted to squat in the corner and sob—these violent bad Ultraman.

But in fact, Mr. Wang didn’t do anything. He just hadn’t said a word from the time he got off work last night to when he got to work today.

“So, I was wondering, could it be that he really didn’t want to participate in this matter?” Liu Chunchun said. “The underground warehouse and Shi Tian were a huge psychological shadow for him, but now he had to take the initiative to uncover the scars. I’m a little worried.”

“I don’t know.” Bai Xi thought for a moment. “But if he didn’t want to, he could have just refused, and we would have found another way.”

“But he’s very troubled!” Liu Chunchun had already taken the initiative to imagine a magnificent Hollywood masterpiece about sacrificing himself, perfecting the race, and defending peace in the universe. This was because superheroes were like that. They had experienced early struggles and retreats, and could transform, be reborn, and save the world.

Bai Xi looked closer. “Why do I feel that you’re more difficult than him?”

Liu Chunchun replied, “Because we’re roommates.” And Mr. Wang’s low pressure obviously didn’t only exist in his bedroom. From last night to now, the living room, kitchen, and study were filled with dark haze, which was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Just roommates? Bai Xi raised his fingers at him, and just as Liu Chunchun was about to get closer, the door to the office was pushed open. The two of them sat up quickly, and it was Mr. Han who came in.

Han Zhuo held the coffee paper bag in his hand, looked up and down at Liu Chunchun, who was dishevelled and untidy, and kindly reminded, “The shirt is unbuttoned.”

“Brother Han.” Liu Chunchun pursed his lips. “Brother Bai hit me.”

“I can’t help him. He’s the boss, and I’m often abused.” Han Zhuo handed him a cup of coffee to show his sympathy, and added, “By the way, Yuanchen just called. He has agreed to all the plans and wants to work with us. Let’s fight against Shi Tian together.”

“Really?” Liu Chunchun was surprised.

“Of course, why would I lie about this kind of thing?” Han Zhuo said with a smile. “If I guessed correctly, you were discussing this just now?”

“Yes.” Liu Chunchun nodded. “Thank you, Brother Han.”

The violent Mr. Wang finally chose to cooperate with his friends and become superheroes in comics. Liu Chunchun had mixed emotions. He didn’t know whether he should be grateful that the smog at home had finally dissipated, or whether he should worry about the various dangers they would encounter in the future. After spending an afternoon anxiously like this, when it was time to get off work, he realized that his rejoicing was completely unnecessary—because the smog hadn’t dispersed at all, but had become more serious.

The red sports car felt like someone had poured a large jar of paste into it. Liu Chunchun cleared his throat and tried not to look too deliberate. “Brother Han came to see me today. He said that you have agreed to the entire plan.”

Wang Yuanchen said, “Yeah.”

The tone was cold and nonchalant.

In a bad mood, in a bad mood.

Liu Chunchun patiently enlightened the angry noble swan. “If, I mean, if you don’t want to, you can actually refuse, and we can think of other ways together.”

“Who says I don’t want to?” Wang Yuanchen frowned and finally turned to glance at him. “Although Han Zhuo sometimes deserves a beating, there’s nothing wrong with this plan. Why are you so opposed to it?”

‘Do I object?’ Liu Chunchun was stunned, speechless, and choked. It was clearly him who kept a gloomy face. He didn’t even dare to open the refrigerator last night.

“Don’t you want me to get close to Shi Tian?” Wang Yuanchen continued to drive.

“Of course not.” Liu Chunchun replied, but couldn’t help but ask, “Then why are you still so unhappy?”

Mr. Wang’s mood was like riding a Ferrari roller coaster. Before he could be pleased by his unthinking “Of course not,” he was immediately poured cold water on by the next question. Hot and cold could easily cause convulsions, so he simply parked the car on the side of the road.

Liu Chunchun’s eyes were innocent.

Wang Yuanchen looked at him for more than ten seconds, and finally confirmed that this earthling had forgotten what he had said, and that he had a more sensitive hearing than cats—that was why he could discuss Zhou Jing in Bai Xi’s office and thought that he wouldn’t be able to overhear it. And he bet that this wretched-looking fool still hadn’t figured out why he wanted to treat all the girls in the company to dessert—let alone being jealous.

“What, what’s wrong?” Liu Chunchun stepped back uneasily.

“It’s nothing.” Wang Yuanchen leaned back in his chair. He looked at the neon-lit street in front of him and said in an emotionless tone, “My heart hurts.”