Chapter 40 T.E.R.

The next day, early morning in the fortress.

Wang Jixuan heard the noise coming from the bed, stopped meditating, returned to his normal sitting posture, turned on the desk lamp, and picked up the thick book beside him.

"Machinery: An Introduction".

On the spacious bed, Zhou Zhengde opened his eyes blankly, feeling the cool touch of direct contact between his skin and the quilt, and tremblingly touched the bulge of the quilt beside him with his left hand.

Ah, skin…

He jumped up, wearing only a pair of briefs, and stared at the figure on the other side of the bed.

Zhou Zhengde breathed a sigh of relief at first.

Lying next to him was Lin Bo, who was lying there sleeping soundly at the moment, also shirtless.

Ah this!

Two intersecting lightning bolts appeared behind Zhou Zhengde. His legs went weak and he almost knelt down. He held on to the edge of the bed to barely stand still.

He knew that he would get drunk easily when he drank, and various situations would easily occur when he was drunk, but this, this... was this related to workplace bullying? Lin Bo was also a conservative, could it be because of his request as the captain?

…

Fortunately, Daochang Wang’s voice sounded from the side in time:

"Don't worry, I've been watching. Nothing out of your control happened. I washed your clothes because they were dirty."

Zhou Zhengde breathed a long sigh of relief and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He looked at Wang Jixuan and smiled gratefully:

"Thank you. What did I do when I was drunk last night?"

Wang Jixuan's expression was a bit difficult to explain, and some pictures emerged in his heart that he couldn't bear to look at. For the sake of friendship, he quietly tore these pictures into pieces.

Wang Jixuan closed the thick book in his hand, cleared his throat, and said seriously:

"You were drunk last night. You held Wei Na's hand and talked a lot."

"I'm holding Wei Na's hand. Is it true? Don't make such a joke. We used to be lovers, but we have already drawn a clear line."

Zhou Zhengde frowned and looked at Wang Jixuan.

Wang Jixuan curled his lips and shrugged, nodding slightly.

Zhou Zhengde hissed: "Did I really say that?"

"Said."

"What did you say?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Sure," Zhou Zhengde's expression was a little more sincere and uneasy.

Wang Jixuan suppressed a smile: "You said you like her and asked her if she could marry you. A marriage where each other abide by the terms of chastity. You can apply for in vitro fertilization. You can keep her physically active until she reaches menopause, fifty times a day.

Squat up… I just learned yesterday what menopause means.”

"She, what's her reaction?"

Two flames appeared in Zhou Zhengde's eyes.

"She was very moved," Wang Jixuan showed sympathy, "then shook her head and refused without a trace of hesitation. She said she liked to be free and did not want to reproduce."

Zhou Zhengde cleared his throat: "Hahaha! I knew it would be like this, haha, ha... ugh."

He wanted to hold on.

But Wang Jixuan had already thrown over a box of tissues.

Zhou Zhengde sniffed and raised his head forty-five degrees, trying to be as free and easy as possible:

"It's all over, I know. In fact, it's all over a long time ago. I shouldn't restrain her... Okay, I'm leaving first... Keep your spirits up and work hard. When I am free in a few days, I will help you make arrangements.

A few conservative girls meet and it’s settled. You need emotional healing..."

Just as Wang Jixuan was about to refuse, he suddenly thought of something and nodded slowly.

Wang Daochang said softly: "I can try to contact them, but I have no plans to start a family for the time being."

Zhou Zhengde sighed, feeling a little at a loss as to what to do: "Okay, I'll get dressed first, sorry to disturb you... No, this should be my home?"

Wang Jixuan closed the page and stood up, smiling and saying: "Then I will go back and wait for news from the investigation team."

"Go and have a good rest. I'm going to supervise the war zone investigation team... Didn't you sleep last night?"

"After sleeping for a while, on the chair," Wang Jixuan said seriously, "I have to guarantee that nothing will really happen between you and Lin Bo."

Zhou Zhengde gave a firm thumbs up: "I will work hard to find a pure soul for you."

Wang Jixuan straightened the corners of his uniform, put the book under his arm, put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head and walked out of the security captain's dormitory.

…

Inside his new dormitory.

Wang Jixuan sorted out various objects slowly.

Mu Liang's original work clothes had been placed in the innermost corner. He used the general credit accumulated some time ago to buy a few new loose cotton and linen shirts and cropped trousers.

He quite likes this casual look.

'If I had not practiced spiritual practice, how would I have lived in the ordinary world?'

This is something Daochang Wang has been thinking about recently.

In the wooden house in the Wanlijin greenhouse area, his cultivation progress was relatively rapid. Although it was still very slow compared to his previous life, it was much better than in Central City.

Why does Wanlijin’s territory have relatively strong aura?

Wang Jixuan naturally investigated it before.

It's not because there are more plants in the greenhouse area, but because of their formula soil.

Wang Jixuan had studied this before, and the formula soil contained some spiritual power, but he did not know the specific source of these spiritual powers, so he asked Lin Bo to help get some, and then asked Dr. Wei Na to help him analyze the ingredients.

He suspected that this soil formula was still related to the Blade Beast.

Some kind of seasoning in the formula soil is most likely...

The flesh and blood of the Blade Beast.

Now, apart from practicing, there is actually only one problem that Wang Jixuan needs to worry about most.

Kong Nu wants to slice him into pieces.

Wang Jixuan is also waiting for the investigation team sent from the war zone to see how strong these 'masters' are.

This investigation team is purely a sharp blade summoned by Zhou Zhengde based on his excellent background. Zhou Zhengde already wants to use this team to deal with Kong Nu.

Taoist Wang finally figured it out.

He uses the resources he can use as much as possible. He does not have the hard power to ignore the rules of the world for the time being.

Since Zhou Zhengde had a grandfather who was a general and could control all kinds of young people, he would hide here temporarily, practice with peace of mind, increase his strength, and find more escape routes.

Now I am afraid that the tree will be quiet but the wind will not stop.

'Pindao had a lot of contempt for this world before.'

'At the moment, we should accumulate more, focus on cultivation, increase our knowledge, and temporarily commit ourselves to a certain force. As long as we don't fall deeply into it and don't do evil things for it, that's enough.'

'You should have reverence for heaven and earth.'

Wang Daochang stretched his waist and looked at the full wardrobe, feeling a little sense of accomplishment.

Then he looked at the clutter that had been sorted out.

T.E.R.

I saw these three letters again.

Wang Jixuan already roughly understood the meaning of these three letters—the name of an underground virtual singer in Fortress 76.

Because the fortress prohibits excessive entertainment, T.E.R can only be active on some old-fashioned radios. She has only been out for two or three years and has already accumulated a large number of fans in downtown and midtown.

Wang Jixuan took the holographic music player and studied it for a while, then plugged it in.

A thin projection screen appeared on the trapezoidal player box, with a series of selection lists on it. Wang Jixuan tried to click on the song "Radio Live·Little River", and the 'Album Cover' appeared in the center of the projection screen.

The cover shows a comic girl wearing a suspender skirt and smiling with her hands behind her back.

A female voice chanted from the player, and the solo guitar melody unfolded smoothly.

Wang Jixuan felt inexplicably relieved.

'Oh, a different kind of playing the piano.'

A clear and gentle female voice began to sing in a low voice, and the notes were like flowing water in a small river, flowing back and forth in this small and medium-sized house.

Wang Jixuan sat on the bed, holding a book and lowering his head to read. He opened his left hand slightly, released a wisp of breath around the water glass, brought the stainless steel cup in front of him, and took a few sips.
To be continued...