Undercover Penguin Gang

"..."

Shawart seriously doubted whether he heard it wrong. What did Han Zhen just say?Want to sleep with him?

A human being is willing to share the same bed with a penguin, Han Zhen, are you sure you're not talking in your sleep?

He opened his mouth, then closed it embarrassingly, really not knowing how to answer.

He was afraid that he might have misunderstood Han Zhen's meaning. After all, according to what George said, human beings are generally very conceited, and even their most beloved pets are rarely allowed to go to bed. Kittens and dogs are more pleasing to humans.

But Schwart forgot that the person sitting in front of him was Han Zhen, not the "ordinary human being" that George said.

Han Zhen waited for a long time but didn't get Schwart's answer, so he couldn't help but feel worried.But now that the words have been spoken, he really doesn't want to be huddled in the sleeping bag and freeze all night, so he can only bite the bullet and explain: "I mean, uh, it's too cold in the sleeping bag. Definitely can't sleep."

"..."

"If you can fall asleep lying down, maybe we can sleep together? Of course, if you don't mind."

"..."

Han Zhen saw that his mouth was dry, but he couldn't wait for Schwart's word for a long time. He gritted his teeth and whispered a little wronged: "And my stomach hurts again..."

This time Schwart finally made a move.

He didn't speak, but Han Zhen felt the blurred shadow in front of his eyes flicker slightly, and the next second, soft hairs rubbed against his face.

Han Zhen was overjoyed, and quickly moved to the side to make room for Schwart, and thoughtfully opened the sleeping bag to allow Schwart to come in.

Shawart took his hand, and awkwardly got in and lay down. Han Zhen immediately pressed the quilt for him, as if he was afraid that he would repent, and then lay down himself. The sleeping bag that was empty just now was immediately filled. Full, no gaps left.

Professor Han finally got his big furry stove as he wished.

It's a pity that before he could get close to him for a good rub, Shawart gently pushed him away, and then put the wings on his stomach under his surprised eyes, touched it, and asked softly: "Does the stomach still hurt?" ?”

Han Zhen froze for a moment, grinned, and smiled like a flower.

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Why is the little penguin so warm~

"It doesn't hurt anymore." He stretched Xiawote's wings away, leaned forward and hugged her, found a comfortable position and buried his head in Xiawote's neck, and said with a smile: "Rely on You, it won't hurt anymore."

It's like talking about love.

If the subject was not a penguin, Professor Han would never have said such misleading words.

In the darkness, the corners of Shawart's mouth also raised.He slightly adjusted his lying position to make Han Zhen more comfortable, and slowly closed his eyes.

He thought maybe he should tell George that all human beings are not as arrogant and self-righteous as he said, at least not Han Zhen.

But after thinking about it, forget it, let's not talk about it, as long as he knows what Han Zhen is like.

Although it sounds a bit strange, he doesn't want to share with others what Han Zhen looks like in front of him.

No matter what was going on in Shawart's heart, Professor Han slept surprisingly well that night because of the big heater.So when he opened his eyes early in the morning, he couldn't believe that the first night in the cave went so smoothly.

Looking out, the sun is shining brightly outside.

Han Zhen sat up from his warm sleeping bag, put on his glasses, and carefully wiped off the icy particles that had formed on the lenses, only then did he realize that Schwart was not in the cave.

He looked down at his watch, it was almost eleven o'clock at noon, no wonder the sleeping bag beside him was completely cold, Schwart must have woken up early.

But perhaps because he was afraid of Han Zhen's coldness, Shawart carefully sealed the mouth of the sleeping bag for him before leaving to prevent the cold from entering, and spread his cold-proof clothing on the sleeping bag.

Professor Han's brows and eyes were crooked with a smile. The little penguin is so caring, which makes him feel very good when he wakes up in the morning!

After getting dressed neatly, Han Zhen rinsed his mouth with snow water, brushed his hair, wiped his face, briefly cleaned up his image, and then began to pack his big backpack.

I came here in a hurry yesterday, and I simply flipped through the things inside, and didn't look carefully, so I can tidy up when I have time now, and see what I have brought.

"Compass, lighter...knife, medical kit..."

Han Zhen started from the mezzanine in front of the bag and took things out one by one. equipment, otherwise he really doesn't have the confidence to live here.

After taking out all the things, Han Zhen turned the backpack upside down and shook it to confirm that it was empty, so he threw it aside and began to classify the hill-like things in front of him.

Clothes and shoes belong to one category.

Compressed biscuits and canned fish are classified into one category.

Daily necessities are classified into one category.

The useless sundries such as compass and map belong to...

"By the way, where is my work permit?"

Han Zhen stared at the only compass and map left in his hand, and suddenly thought: Shouldn't there be a work permit?

If it was normal, Han Zhen wouldn't care if he couldn't find a work permit, and he might not even remember that there was such a thing as a work permit in his bag, because it was useless except to prove his identity. He used to go out Also often forget to bring.

But it is different now, because Han Zhen clearly remembers that when he first met yesterday, he asked Schwart why he knew his name, and Schwart replied that it was because he saw his work card, which had his name on it. .

What about work permits?Where did the work permit go?

Han Zhen frowned and thought for a while, dropped the compass and map in his hand, squatted down to the half where the categories had already been sorted, and began to screen one by one, trying to find his work permit, but the fact was that his work permit was genuine. not here.

It's wicked!

Han Zhen rubbed his forehead, feeling some pain in his brain.The locator is gone, the communicator is gone, and now the work permit is gone. Why?

Even if he could delude himself into convincing himself that the disappearance of these things was accidental, and he accidentally lost them while drifting with the small ice floe, what about Schwart?How should I explain what Shawart said yesterday?It is impossible for him to have seen his work permit!

Unless Shawart took his work pass away after watching it.

But what does he want that useless proof for?

Also, besides the work permit, what about the locator and the communicator?Did Schwart take it too?

The suspicion he had deliberately forgotten yesterday afternoon resurfaced in his mind.

The lost things, Shawart's explanation, Bill's words, and the extraordinary enthusiasm of the penguins for him...

Is there really no connection between these things?

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they will take root and germinate irresistibly. Professor Han feels his head hurts more and more.

So what are the penguins up to?

He squatted on the spot, staring blankly at the pile of things in front of him for a while, then suddenly wiped his face fiercely, picked up the backpack, and stuffed things back one by one.

He is not the kind of person who likes to bury doubts and suspicions in his heart for a long time. On the contrary, doubts have always had two endings for Han Zhen:

One is to find a reason to persuade yourself not to doubt; the other is to find the object of doubt and explain the misunderstanding directly.

He chose the first option yesterday afternoon, so now, he decided to choose the second option.

Anyway, he didn't want to misunderstand these cute little penguins.