I’m In Charge of SCP

Zhang Jue sat up from the bed, very depressed.

He always felt that there was a force in the dark, and he didn't want him to find out the truth of the matter.

Otherwise, why would the timing be so accurate every time, but why would he interrupt him just when his investigation was about to make progress.

When Zhang Jue returned to his own world for the first time, he had posted a few posts, and now someone replied, maybe it was a survivor of the Red Moon incident.

Even if you can't get in touch with the other party, it's okay to let him read the content of the reply.

Zhang Jue snorted secretly.

Geniuses are indeed envied by God.

Feeling sulky, he glanced at the clock on the wall.

5:30 am.

He must have been unable to sleep, so he decided to go out to get some air.

Before that, though, he decides to pee -- his brain isn't going to wake him up for no reason anyway.

The dormitory where Zhang Jue lives is not far from site 14.

The main building of the site is relatively high and has a good view, so he decided to go to the roof of the main building to have a look at the scenery.

The site14 site has just experienced an invasion and containment failure incident, and the defense within the site is higher than usual.

According to the general situation, early morning should be the time when those guards are most likely to relax and get sleepy, but they are all full of energy, staring at every corner, for fear of missing any clues.

Seeing Zhang Jue, the two guards at the door immediately put their feet together and saluted.

Now Zhang Jue's reputation in the site is even higher than that of the new station chief, Huang Xingwen. This is the popularity he has accumulated from saving his colleagues twice.

Zhang Jue nodded in greeting.

He was going up this time, and he would not go to the containment area to cause trouble for other staff.

He took the elevator all the way to the top of the building.

The sky has turned white.

Zhang Jue took a breath of fresh air, and was about to do stretching exercises, the eighth set of radio gymnastics, etc., when he suddenly saw a person standing by the railing on the edge of the building.

Protruding forward and backward, long hair fluttering, who else would come but Yang Xue.

Oh, the chick.

As soon as Zhang Jue saw her, he went to court.

Ever since Le Shan was sent off at the airport that day, Yang Xue looked at him in a wrong way.

How to put it, it's as if he is her ex-husband who took her children to look for for many years and thought she ran away with a heartless heart, but endured humiliation and undercovered the enemy's camp and now returned victoriously.

Zhang Jue was taken aback by her. If it wasn't for this parallel world, he probably should really think about whether he did something utterly unconscionable when he was young.

If there is a chance, he must grab that old boy in Leshan and ask him what he said to Yang Xue at that time.

...

Yang Xue was leaning on the railing, looking into the distance.

Ever since her uncle retired and the site was reorganized, she has been in a certain mood.

After a few days of tidying up, she finally knew what that emotion was—anger, anger at her own incompetence.

Ever since Zhang Jue came to site 14, she has become a little too dependent on him.

From the 682 Containment Breach event to the school celebration ceremony.

Zhang Jue had saved her many times, but she hadn't been able to help her much—maybe it was a disservice.

As a foundation senior researcher, Ph.D., she shouldn't be like this.

Before meeting Zhang Jue, she always thought she was a strong woman.

After all, within the site, she has the strongest business ability and is most trusted by others.

It now appears that these are all false - or, are false.

Compared with the real strong, she is still far away.

She had to make herself stronger too.

She is lost in thought.

A noisy voice sounded behind him.

There is faith in the cool wind, and the boundless autumn moon. Thanks to my sentimental feelings, it's like living a day like a year.

Although I am not elegant and graceful, but I have a broad mind and strong arms—”

Zhang Jue walked to her side without looking sideways.

The night is long, I don't want to sleep. I thought I was the only one who couldn't sleep. It turns out that Dr. Yang Da can't sleep either!

Yang Xue glanced at him, but didn't speak.

If it is an ordinary person, it will probably feel a little embarrassing after asking for trouble.

But what kind of person is Zhang Jue? His skin is as thick as a city wall. He only believes in one idea - as long as you don't feel embarrassed, the embarrassing one is someone else.

He lay down next to Yang Xue, and also looked into the distance: Dr. Yang Da is so excited to wake up so early to watch the moon?

Today is the first day of junior high school, and the sky is about to dawn, where is the moon!

Yang Xue glanced at him and said angrily, What do you want to do?

I don't have anything to do. Zhang Jue laughed, turned around and leaned against the railing, and looked into her eyes, It's you, Dr. Yang Da, I think you have been absent-minded these days, and you don't go to the laboratory. What's the matter? That kid from Leshan gave you amnestics?

What Zhang Jue said was right. In her current state, she couldn't work well at all.

Yang Xue was silent, not knowing how to answer his question.

Zhang Jue shrugged: I heard that you studied biology and chemistry at university, so let me ask you a question—what do you think is the biggest difference between humans and animals?

Yang Xue naturally knew this question, she was about to speak, but was interrupted by Zhang Jue.

Don't fool me with your dead concepts that you learned in books. Let me tell you the biggest difference between humans and animals—first, humans can use tools, and second, humans can cooperate.

Zhang Jue's expression gradually became serious.

No matter how powerful individuals are, they are individuals after all. They need other things to help them, whether it is people or things. If you want to succeed, you can't do it alone.

Zhang Jue meant something, and wondered if he had really guessed what was going on in her heart.

Yang Xue lowered her head, thinking about what he said.

After a while, Yang Xue said, I want to find my father.

Her voice was so small that Zhang Jue couldn't hear clearly for a moment: What?

I want to look for my father, but not now. Yang Xue raised her head, I know that I am too weak now, and I don't even have the qualifications to intervene in what happened back then. I must become strong.

Seeing that Yang Xue finally rekindled his fighting spirit, Zhang Jue smiled and clapped his hands: Wow, what you said, Dr. Yang Da, you don't have to belittle yourself, at least you still have one advantage-at present, you are still very good. Self-aware.

...

To talk to Zhang Jue, one must have a very strong mentality.

Maybe one second he was comforting you, and the next second, this comforting will become a mockery.

Yang Xue clutched her forehead, as helpless as she could be.

Zhang Jue, you just said that if you want to succeed, you can't do it alone. What about you? Yang Xue looked at him, Have you also received help and guidance from other people?

I?

Zhang Jue pointed at himself, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

Dr. Yang Da, didn't I tell you that I am a genius? A genius is doomed to be lonely. Hey, the heights are so high that—

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