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Chapter 300 Mermaid (×) and Researcher 25

"Doctor, the person with an appointment is here." At a psychological clinic, an assistant knocked on the door of the psychologist's office.

The psychiatrist felt a little sleepy and rubbed his brow before ordering, "Let him in."

"Yes."

The patient who came to see the doctor was a young man who suspected that he had bipolar disorder because of excessive stress in life, frequent insomnia and auditory hallucinations.

The young man sat on the sofa. It was his first time in this kind of psychological clinic, so he was inevitably a little nervous and kept looking around.

The psychologist turned on the TV as usual, hoping that the documentary on TV could divert his attention and make him relax.

The young man didn't like to read these flowery things, and soon his attention returned to the psychologist.

When people are nervous, they always say something unconsciously. The young man clenched his palms, and the sweat on his palms was so much that it left water stains on the sofa.

The young man quickly withdrew his hand, wiped it on his clothes twice, looked up and saw the psychologist looking at him and smiled awkwardly.

"Ahem, doctor, why do you have a scar on your face? Was it a cat scratch?" The young man was really speechless and just wanted to change the subject. He happened to see the shallow scar on the doctor's face and asked without thinking too much.

The psychiatrist touched the thin scars on his cheeks. He seemed to have thought of something bad. His eyes were distracted for a moment before he replied, "I accidentally hurt myself. Can we start the treatment now?"

"Of course!" The young man rubbed his hands and lay down on the sofa obediently.

Thousands of miles away, in the High Tower Research Institute.

Researcher Chu, who has always been diligent in his work and has perfect attendance every year, asked for leave today. Assistant An did not dare to ask too many questions after receiving a call from Teacher Mo in the morning. He could only obediently go and help Teacher Chu with the leave application process.

Chu Jun, who was lying on the bed with "hemiplegia", looked at the small black tentacles diligently serving him tea and water, and his expression was not happy at all.

Although he didn't know whether this little tentacle had played a trick on him last night, it was Mo Heng after all, so he deserved to be implicated.

Seeing that Chu Jun refused to drink water, the little tentacle became anxious and wanted to persuade him, but then he remembered that Chu Jun could not understand him, so he could only leave the bedroom and go find his real body.

"My fault? Sui Sui must have cried a few tears yesterday because of you."

'snort! ’

"I'm getting beaten up as soon as I walk into the room. I've already broken my keyboard! Do you want to kneel down on the keyboard with me?"

'Do not! '

'snort! ’

Mo Heng was ordered by Chu Yun not to enter the house on his left, and was despised by his own little tentacles on his right. He was not welcomed by either side.

In a fit of anger, Mo Heng had no choice but to buy a durian. Holding the peeled durian flesh, he took a deep breath and walked into the bedroom.

Chu Jun opened one eye and looked at Mo Heng kneeling on the durian shell, then closed his eyes again without chasing him away.

"Baby, would you like some durian?" Mo Heng continued, offering the fruit with both hands.

Chu Jun felt uncomfortable even moving, so it was naturally impossible for him to take the fruit plate with his own hands.

She opened her eyes and signaled with her eyes to let him bring the fruit flesh to her mouth.

"Hehe." Mo Heng pretended to stand up from the durian shell and move to the bed.

"If it's not you, let the little tentacle do it." Chu Jun raised his chin slightly, dispelling Mo Heng's idea of ​​getting away with it.

The little tentacle that was named was ecstatic, feeling that it was indeed Chu Jun's favorite. It cheered up, circled the fruit plate, and respectfully lifted it in front of Chu Jun.

Then he pretended to wipe his tentacles with a wet towel and carefully fed the fruit pulp to Chu Yun's mouth.

Mo Heng was watching with envy from the side.

They are clearly a part of me, why should they be treated better than me!

He was punished here, but someone else was rewarded!

Mo Heng was also a man of integrity. He picked up the empty plate and slammed the door shut.

He's decided! He won't bring any durian flesh to Chu Yun tomorrow!

snort!

Teacher Chu hadn't come to work for three consecutive days, which made Assistant An a little worried.

Maybe Teacher Chu is really sick?

After all, Teacher Chu and Teacher Mo are an old couple. No matter how much trouble they cause, they won't be unable to come to work for three days.

An Huai felt that as Chu Yun's assistant, it was his duty to visit his boss when he was sick.

After hesitating for a while, he decided to go and visit with the fine durian that had just been delivered to the tower.

"Ding dong~"

A few years passed, and as Mr. Chu was promoted, he moved from an ordinary double room to a double suite, but the doorbell still looked old.

An Huai wasn't sure if the person inside had noticed the old doorbell. After waiting for a while and hearing no movement, he decided to knock on the door in the simplest way.

"Dong dong dong dong!"

"Squeak~" the door opened quickly.

"Hmm?" Chu Jun looked at the person outside the door with some surprise, "Assistant An, why are you here?"

"Teacher Chu." An Huai saw that Chu Jun was in good spirits and was able to open the door for him, so it seemed that nothing serious had happened.

He handed the fruit basket to Chu Jun and said with a smile, "You haven't come to work for a few days. Your colleagues are very worried, so they asked me to come and see you. This is a new batch of fruit that has arrived recently. Teacher Chu, you and Teacher Mo can keep it for yourself."

Chu Yun and An Huai thanked the couple and did not refuse the fruits, so they took the fruit basket.

Noticing that An Huai was still standing outside the door, Chu Jun stepped aside and called out to An Huai: "Assistant An, since you're here, why don't you come in and have a seat? I'm on vacation and I don't have anything to do here."

"Well... excuse me for disturbing you." An Huai couldn't refuse, so he followed him into the house.

Assistant An entered the room and realized that Mo Heng was nowhere to be seen. She was a little surprised: "Isn't Teacher Mo in the dormitory?"

"Teacher Mo injured his knee and is recuperating in bed."

Assistant An had just sat down on the sofa when he heard this and stood up again: "Then I'll go in and say hello to Teacher Mo."

In the bedroom, Mo Heng, who was kneeling on a durian, heard this and accidentally let the thorn of the durian hit his bones: "Ah...hiss..."

An Huai heard the noise, looked towards the bedroom door, and was about to walk towards it.

"No need. It's just a minor injury. He will be almost healed after lying down for a day." Chu Jun stood in front of An Huai and led him back to the sofa.

"But Mr. Mo's voice just now was so miserable..."

"Don't mind him, he's just pretending for me." Chu Jun handed An Huai a plate of cut fruit. "You eat first. I'll go peel the durian. It's not cheap at the research institute these days. You should try it too."

"Okay." An Huai watched Chu Jun enter the kitchen before picking up a small slice of apple with a small fork. He sighed in his heart: "I didn't expect Teacher Chu to be able to peel apples, and peel them well."

In his heart, he always thought that Chu Yun was an Assistant An with zero life skills, and felt sorry for his previous thoughts.

In the kitchen, the little tentacle that was diligently cutting fruit into a plate received a new task.

"Can you help me peel this durian?"

The little tentacle was naturally very happy to see Chu Jun's smiling face, and was about to start eating the durian.

"So good!" Chu Jun found the joy of raising a dog from the little tentacle, kissed the tip of his tentacle, and turned away.

The little tentacles were encouraged and fired at full power, even smoothing the bottom of the durian shell so that his main body could kneel more comfortably.