Chapter 478: Chapter 75 An Qing’s Answer_3 Chapter 478: Chapter 75 An Qing’s Answer_3 It’s a bit too sweet.
But still not delicious.
The brain always needs to consu a lot of sugar when thinking, so it’s not that big of a deal that the cake had so many extra spoonfuls of sugar…
…
“Thank you for celebrating my birthday.”
After finishing the cake, Lin Xian and Chu Anqing cleaned up the table and trash together, Lin Xian expressed his gratitude:
“When it’s your birthday, I’ll prepare a gift for you too.”
“Hehe, that would be great!”
Chu Anqing happily threw the last piece of trash into the bin, clapped her hands, and smiled:
“Do you still rember what month and day my birthday is, senior?”
Lin Xian smiled without saying a word:
“Of course.”
After all, there was a drama queen who recited it every day in his ear like a rap, now it was imprinted in his mind like a steel stamp.
Lin Xian lifted the trash bag out of the bin, tied it up, and held it in his hand as he looked at Chu Anqing:
“It’s getting late, and we have training tomorrow, so let’s head back to rest early.”
“Mhm mhm!”
The two headed towards the training room corridor.
Click.
...
Lin Xian turned off the light switch.
The whole training room was plunged into darkness.
In the eyes of Chu Anqing and Lin Xian, the dim incandescent light of the corridor ahead was reflected, and with conversation and laughter, one on the left and one on the right, they stepped from darkness into light, becoming illuminated.
In this joyous corridor, Lin Xian officially turned 25.
Bang.
The door to the dormitory closed, and the fingerprint lock automatically engaged.
Holding a bag full of trash, Lin Xian walked into the dormitory and stared at the electronic clock pretending to display the ti:
“VV.”
He humd:
“You must have realized Chu Anqing was making a cake in the kitchen, so you kept freaking out and shouting, not letting sleep, didn’t you?”
Whooo~~~ Whoooo~~~
The ti displayed on the electronic clock turned into a =3= shape, and it whistled as if pretending not to hear.
“You heartless thing.”
Lin Xian laughed:
“You can rap about Chu Anqing’s birthday 800 tis a day next to my ear, yet you’ve never wished a happy birthday.
But I’ll let it slide; I feel it’s not sappy enough, and besides, there aren’t many guys who like celebrating birthdays.
Not many people even rember my birthday; I didn’t celebrate last year, Gao Yang forgot my birthday, and I’ve long forgotten his.
But…
you obviously knew Zhao Yingjun’s birthday, so why didn’t you remind ?
Even though I ended up setting off fireworks for her at Disney, it was still late.
A little reminder wouldn’t have hurt.”
“When is Zhao Yingjun’s birthday?” VV asked.
“January 15th,” Lin Xian blurted out.
“Hehe.”
The electronic clock VV smirked:
“See, you rember it clearly.
Birthdays…
you won’t forget the people you really care about, and you don’t need anyone else to remind you.”
“Don’t make excuses you hypocrite; you just didn’t want to remind .”
“I’m being serious,” VV giggled:
“To avoid interrupting Chu Anqing’s birthday celebration for you, I put your phone on silent mode and turned off all app notification alerts the mont you left this dorm.”
“Could you be that thoughtful towards Kevin Walker?”
Lin Xian retorted:
“Can you actually do sothing a super AI is supposed to do?
Send a missile to Kevin Walker, blow up his fridge and microwave, short-circuit his computer or sothing?”
“Are you an AI or a phone manager?
I won’t trouble you with putting the phone on silent mode and do not disturb in the future; I can handle it myself.”
As he spoke, Lin Xian picked up his phone, intending to change the settings back—
Huh?
A red dot appeared on the top right corner of the WeChat icon, indicating an unread ssage.
Lin Xian opened WeChat.
There were two ssages from 40 minutes ago.
It was precisely March 20, 2024, 00:00.
[Zhao Yingjun: Happy Birthday, Lin Xian.
I won’t have the chance to give you a gift this year, let’s make up for it next year.]
[Zhao Yingjun: Even though I don’t know what secret mission you’re on…
I wish you every success and a swift victory.]
…
Lin Xian put down his phone and looked at VV.
You won’t forget the people you really care about, and you don’t need anyone else to remind you.
So.
That’s what it ant…
“You’re too much, VV.”
Then, he crouched down, set down the bag of trash he was holding, untied it, and started rummaging through it.
“What are you doing, Lin Xian?”
The electronic clock VV widened its eyes again:
“Why are you digging through the trash?”
“Did you forget?” Lin Xian said while sifting through the rubbish:
“Didn’t we agree that after this Space-Ti Particle capture mission, we’d head to Qufu in Shandong to dig up Zhang Yuqian’s grave and then compare her leftover DNA…
with Chu Anqing’s?”
Lin Xian’s right hand pinched several strands of hair from the trash bag.
Held up before his eyes.
Deep brown, slightly curly, shiny and smooth.
He smiled slightly:
“Got Chu Anqing’s hair…
in the bag.”
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