Has the captain mutated today? [End Times]

In the early morning, the top floor of the newly launched large-scale residential building in the district center.

Shi Qi opened his eyes.

The roar of the monstrous waves seemed to be echoing in his ears, and the feeling in the dream was so real that it took him several seconds before he came back to his senses.

The curtains were blown up slowly by the wind, and Little Green—the pot of fake cactus silently outlined a small silhouette by the bright sky, standing quietly on the window sill.

Shi Qi yawned and sat up.

Then he stood up slowly, walked out of the bedroom with his slippers on, hesitated for a while, and then turned into the kitchen.

There was an imperceptible aroma of food in the air.

Shi Qi wrinkled his nose, walked over and squeezed between Hull and the stove, then lowered his head and burrowed hard into the other's arms.

"What's the matter?" Uncle Shi was uncharacteristically quiet now, Hull ran along his back, kissed the horns of his hair, "Stop lying down for a while?"

"...I didn't see you when I got up." Shi Qi vividly interpreted her grievances, "I thought I was dreaming."

It's been four months.

Hell obviously has been home with him for four months, but he still has that strange feeling.

As if all this was just a dream that could be broken at the touch of a button, when he woke up, he would find that Hull was still lying in the laboratory, and he was still alone.

"I'm back with you." Hull put down the spatula, tightened his arms, and rubbed him into his arms lovingly, "Shiqi, I'm back."

The firm chest is warm and real, bit by bit smoothing out the inexplicable worry about gains and losses.

Lovingly rubbing Hel's neck, Shi Qi groaned for a while coquettishly, until the smell of burning was flying all over the sky, then she raised her head and asked, "...are the eggs battered?"

Hull smiled softly, and kissed Shiqi's eyebrows: "It's blurred."

"...I don't eat sticky food."

"Well, I'll eat." Hull took out the battered eggs, his movements became a little difficult because of the koala hanging in his arms, "Fry new ones for you?"

"...I don't want to eat eggs." Shi Koala Qi grabbed the object and did not let go.

"Then what do you want to eat?"

"I want porridge."

"it is good."

*

"Well... all the parameters are stable at present," Professor Yang said on the second day of the New Year, "It will be good to keep it like this in the future."

She closed the medical record and smiled at Shi Qi: "Congratulations, he has recovered."

*

On the huge playground, Chaoyang stretched the shadows of the two of them long.

Shi Qi tilted his head: "...First day at work, are you nervous?"

"It's okay." Out of the corner of the eye, he noticed a few curious eyes in the distance, and Hull squeezed the other's cold fingertips, and asked, "Aren't you afraid of being seen?"

"Don't be afraid." Shi Qi followed his line of sight, noticing the students in the distance, they held Hull's hand tightly, "I wish everyone would know that you are my boyfriend."

Want the world to know you exist.

"...the young people in the academy are very enthusiastic." Shi Qi shook the hands of the two, and whispered, "I warn you, you are not allowed to accept love letters, gifts, or leave personal contact information. No..."

"Well, it's all up to you..." Looking at Shi Qi's pretendingly fierce expression, Hull couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, and then asked, "...But how do you know this?"

"..." The ferocious expression suddenly became a little embarrassed, "I was...that's what I heard."

A dark color flashed in Mo Lan's eyes: "Is that so..."

*

The third-year students of Secret Service Academy welcomed a new instructor today.

Tall and handsome, with mixed-race facial features with an indifference that repulses others thousands of miles away, a pair of dark blue eyes show no emotion.

After Instructor Wang introduced people, none of the students dared to ask some gossip questions. The first fighting class in Instructor He's life started like this without any surprises, and then ended without any surprises.

But even so, when get out of class was over, there were still quite a few curious young boys and girls gathered in the corridor outside the training room, all of them stretching their necks to have a glimpse of their faces.

I heard that Instructor He came to work with Instructor Shi in the morning.

They were also seen holding hands on the playground.

and also……

Alas, in short, this new instructor seems to be the target of the instructor.

The instructor really has a partner, they are really broken in love!

*

After a few months of calm, Shiqi found that his worries were completely unnecessary.

No young man with short eyes would dare to stuff presents into the office of the unsmiling Instructor He, and no one would dare to hand him a love letter.

Few young people even dare to look at him in class.

Shi Qi was forced to be a little curious.

Hull has such a good temper...why do these kids look like they met Sha Shen?Don't even dare to say more?

He also quietly slipped over to attend the fighting class, and didn't find any problems.

Why on earth were they so afraid of him?

In this way, Xia Tian passed away quietly in the bafflement of Mr. Shi.

In autumn, Linda brought a piece of news when she was having lunch with Shi Qi at noon that day.

——The council area is about to start implementing the reconstruction plan.

"Reconstruction is reconstruction..." Shi Qi took a big mouthful of hot and sour potato shreds, "What does it have to do with us? We still have a part-time contractor?"

"...No," Linda couldn't laugh or cry, "In addition to rebuilding no-man's land, it also includes rebuilding civilized society."

Shi Qi took another bite of rice and said vaguely, "Civilized society?"

"It means ... those of us who don't have real degrees are going back to school."

a bolt from the blue.

Uncle Shi only felt as if a grain of rice had choked into the trachea, so he coughed violently.

Hull patted him on the back thoughtfully, then handed him a glass of warm water.

Recalling the fear of being dominated by Chinese, mathematics, and English, Uncle Shi couldn't speak fluently: "Why... why?"

It's not that he didn't graduate.

When he graduated from Secret Service Academy, he was still a graduating student.

"The Secret Service Academy is not counted," Linda handed over a piece of paper, "the official notice will be issued tomorrow. This is a textbook list that my friend got in advance. If there is no accident, the class will start in January next year. But I heard that in order not to affect us Continue to work, like...like the old night school, right?"

"The Secret Service Academy will not be closed for the time being. After all, the cleaning plan has not been completed yet. Even if it is completed, it will probably be changed to a military academy or something..."

"But the diploma must be taken, otherwise you will be dismissed."

Uncle Shi glanced at the piece of paper: Chinese, mathematics, English, physics, chemistry...

What a bolt from the blue.

The potato shreds in my hand suddenly became unscented.

Really dying!

*

Uncle Shi is starting to regret buying a house now.

Yes, while Hull was still lying in the research institute, he bought a house near the center of the district with two people's point cards.

How proud he was to pay the full amount at that time, how much Uncle Shi regrets now.

If you rent a house, you will have a lot of points deposits.

You don't have to worry about being dismissed without a diploma and not being able to find a job.

No need to go back to school.

Qiuhuo's lingering prestige was still there, and Uncle Shi was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, holding half a frozen watermelon, and slumped on the balcony to enjoy the sunset while eating.

"Alas..." Sighing heavily, he moved the watermelon from his left leg to his right leg.

worry.

Ice and worry.

"Captain—" Sighing for a long time, he turned his head and shouted into the room, "Are you all right—?"

"not yet."

So Uncle Shi ran into the kitchen carrying the watermelon.

Hale was cleaning the dishes.

"Ah—open your mouth." Shi Qi handed the round watermelon heart to his mouth: "Is it sweet?"

The cold and sweet juice exploded on the tip of the tongue, meeting the other party's bright black eyes, Hull put down the thing in his hand, and kissed deeply on the back of Shi Qi's head.

The remaining watermelon in Shi Qi's hand almost fell to the ground.

The sweetness spread as the lips and teeth rubbed together, and a blush climbed up Shi Qi's ears.

After the kiss was over, the breath of both of them was a little unsteady.

"Sweet." Hull whispered.

"?" Shi Qi was so dazed by the kiss that he forgot what he had asked, "Is it sweet or not?"

"You are sweet."

Shi Qi was taken aback, her fair face suddenly flushed red.

The watermelon in his arms ran to the chopping board beside him at some point, and he was surrounded by Hull in his arms. The distance between the two of them was so close that they could feel each other's breath.

Then they kissed hard again.

It's unclear who took the initiative, but when he was carried to the cooking table, Shi Qi curled up his toes in shame, put his arms around Hel's neck, and said coquettishly with a bit of begging: "Come in, come in, okay?" good?"

Hull didn't answer, but just sealed his mouth with his lips, and reached down with his calloused hands.

——The Great Harmony of Life——

The sun mercilessly woke up Shi Qi on the bed.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the morning light coming in through the white curtains, and then his eyes fell on the two hands clasped in front of him.

There was a lag, and then the whole person relaxed.

The chest against the back is warm, the arm resting on the head is warm, and the other arm around the waist is also warm; and the warm big hand is covering his stomach, which once again successfully breaks the stomachache that is inevitable when getting up early every day. spell.

Leaning in the warm and strong arms, Shi Qi comfortably closed his eyes again.

In a daze, the head of the person behind him rubbed against his shoulder.

"Want to get up?" Hull's voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up.

"Don't..." Shi Qi turned over, plunged into her warm embrace, and whispered vaguely, "Sleepy... lie down for a while..."

There was a soft 'um' from above his head, and then the arms around his waist tightened again.

Ever since Shi Qi mentioned that he didn't see anyone in the morning and thought he was dreaming again, Hull would wait for him to fully wake up before getting up.

Make sure that he can see himself for the first time after opening his eyes.

They all feel that the present day is too unreal.

Day and night together, embrace each other and sleep.

Every day together is so beautiful that it is unreal.

In fact, sometimes Hull wondered if he was still dreaming.

But the body temperature in his arms, shallow breathing, trembling eyelashes...

This is real.

Seven is true.

"...Don't look, there is no flower on your face." Uncle Shi felt the fiery gaze even with his eyes closed, and raised his hand to cover Hull's face indiscriminately, "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

Hull's heart moved: "Seven?"

Uncle Shi hovered on the verge of falling asleep, almost forcing himself to open his eyes a little: "...huh?"

He kissed his forehead, and said softly:

"I love you."