"Hi, it's me." I have the microphone.My voice is familiar to her. "Well, are you still so busy at work recently?" Her voice was tired. "Still very busy, but the experiment has recently begun to make breakthroughs, so the next few days will be even busier." I said. "If you are so busy, you should rest more. If you have a vacation, don't stay up late." She reminded. "Hmm." I smiled slightly.Although I can't sleep peacefully every day. I quietly closed my eyes and sipped the Coke in my right hand. "Drink less Coke, you are fat enough." She always knows, always knows everything about me.

"The day after tomorrow is Sunday, are you free?" I was a little nervous, sitting on the toilet, slowly pouring Coke into the bathtub. "You know it." She sighed. "I have two premiere tickets for 'Mission: Impossible' episode 13, you love Tom's, don't you? Remember our first date, watching 'Mission: Impossible' episode 8 on the Warner Drive , that episode..." "Those are in the past, you know." Her voice began to thicken. "Although Tom is old, his acting skills are more mature. Maybe you..." My voice was a little unnatural.

"Mengxiu asked me to go to the movies on Sunday, I'm sorry." After she finished speaking, the air began to condense in my ears. "What about next Sunday? You can do whatever you want, drink afternoon tea?" I looked at the note I had written in advance, and read each word in pain. In the note, there are options that can be forcefully spit out in case she refuses. Every option is a plea and pity. "Every weekend, Meng Xiu will date me. If he doesn't date me, I will date him." Her voice was calm and cruel. "Then...isn't that weekend time? Although I often sleep in the laboratory, but we have a late-night snack together...I...I still have time." I took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry." She seemed a little upset, and said, "Yanxiang, I seem to have said it many times, we are just friends." "I know, I just..." I squeezed the Coke can tightly, and the force of embarrassment squeezed the aluminum can crookedly. "Just what? Just want to talk to me?" Her voice was a little stern, and she said, "Why didn't you talk to me more?" "I'm sorry, I... I'm an idiot." I'm really an idiot, not just an idiot, but a fat man. I touched the firm fat around my waist, silently looked at my ugly self in the mirror, and listened to her faint breathing.

"If it's okay, I'm going to bed. I have to find a lot of information for the boss tomorrow, and I may need to go to Taipei." She said wearily: "Good night." "Good night." I looked in the mirror, and there was only a monotonous and empty voice of despair on the phone. poof. But remorse didn't slide out of me with it. I don't know how long I have been on the balcony, the sky is even a little blue. I don't smoke anymore, but I still lit a cigarette and put it on the iron railing of the balcony, watching it burn lonely. Burning, the best time of my life.

"Lai Yanxiang, you're a bastard and an idiot." I lit my sixteenth cigarette and muttered cursing myself. I should indeed be scolded, or even severely beaten. Three years ago, I abandoned my girlfriend who had been in love with me for six years, Ziqing. Because of my stressful work, I spent most of my time in the laboratory with a bunch of inexplicable things. Ziqing gave a good talk, watched a movie, drank coffee, and felt guilty, but I actually frantically put forward such a weird "temporary breakup" and left my girlfriend... the ex-girlfriend who accompanied me all the way.

It didn't take long, maybe more than a month, and I discovered that the supercomputer ranked 26th in the world in terms of computing power, the most expensive biochemical simulation program, the most sophisticated experimental equipment in Asia, a group of working partners who graduated from prestigious Ivy League schools, always The monkey beating on the strengthened glass, all these add up, are far less than six years of deep feelings. The relationship that took six years to manage was smashed by me, a selfish idiot. I don't blame Ziqing at all, I only blame myself.pig head. "It's almost dawn, why don't you go to sleep?" I said to myself, and the smoke burned again.

I looked at my watch, it was 4:11, I might as well go to the laboratory to sleep, so as not to get up.Today's experiment is very important. So be it.The fatter I get, the harder it is to get out of bed. I really don't know why I messed myself up so badly. Putting on a thin coat, after having a random meal at Yonghe Soymilk downstairs, I drove the Baojie sports car to the company on Zhonggang Road in Taichung. Although it is not dilapidated, it is an inconspicuous commercial building. Taiwan SONY Co., Ltd. Taichung Branch. "Hi! It's so early today?" Lao Liao said brightly.

"Well, no way." I shrugged. After I greeted the cheerful administrator, I took out the VIP electronic card of the laboratory and swiped it, and entered the special elevator dedicated to the company's senior employees. I have to swipe the card again in the elevator, and then the electronic panel on the wall will display the floor options to choose from. I pressed "B13" familiarly, and the elevator suddenly plunged deep into the ground. I once heard colleagues say mysteriously that each VIP card has a different level, and the floor options that appear will also be different. Therefore, the special employee elevator can only carry one person at a time, which is the company's internal regulations.

I don't know if this is true, but I know very well that, except for a few big bosses in Japan, the whole company can't compete with the floors that my VIP card can pass. Because I belong to the TST team, Top Secret Team, the whole company, including SONY headquarters in Japan, only has 17 people. TST are all the elites among the elites, who have various titles that people call: geniuses, ghosts, freaks, freaks, etc., all of them take the laboratory as their home, relying on the world's top equipment to take a nap, working in the super Eating French fries in a daze in front of the computer.

One by one, the TST team with an annual salary of two million US dollars.