Fast travel: the 101st be

Cheng Yuan was invited to attend a lecture on sexuality and mental health, which was nothing more than a normal formality.

But in the question and answer session of the lecture, someone asked him a question.

The man is very bold, saying bluntly that he disagrees with Cheng Yuan's point of view that 'homosexuality is a mental illness'.

There was no sound in the venue at the exit of the question.

In order to highlight the openness and tolerance of their ruling team, the high-level executives allowed to continue, and the staff handed the microphone to that person.

"What's your opinion?"

"The current definition of disease has a very important feature. It can only be called a disease if it is harmful to oneself or to others. Homosexuality does not satisfy this point."

"The failed attempts to legalize homosexual unions in the past era have proved that homosexuality is harmful to everyone, harmful to society, and society cannot afford too complicated structures."

"That's the backwardness of society, not the fault of gays."

"So can it be said that anti-s/h personality disorder is the backwardness of the social security system, rather than the social harmfulness of the mental illness itself?"

"You are confusing concepts."

"Can you explain specifically where the concepts are confused?"

The man didn't seem like a master debater and moved on to another question.

He thought for a while, "Homosexuality is innate, it is a gene engraved in a person's bones, there is nothing wrong with it, and it is not any psychological disorder."

"There are also a lot of homosexuality caused by environmental influences in the later stage. As for the things you said about genes, they are not diseases, and they are not realistic. There are many diseases that are born with chromosomal abnormalities, such as Turner's syndrome and trisomy..."

"Those are harmful to themselves."

"Homosexuality is harmful to all."

"In the early days of the last era, all spiritual associations detoxified homosexuality, proving that homosexuality is not a disease, and all countries have passed legal regulations on same-sex marriage."

"Before the emergence of quantum mechanics and relativity, everyone regarded traditional macroscopic classical mechanics as an oracle.

"What accounts for so much uncorrectable homosexuality?"

"Have you never seen terminal illness?"

The man thought that the first question he had prepared was impeccable enough, but at this moment he couldn't hold back a word, and sat back down in despair.

The high-level person in charge of the background nodded approvingly.

Cheng Yuan smiled, "This lecture comes with benefits. You can experience a mental correction without physical pain for free. If this gentleman needs it..."

An egg flew straight from the center of the seat to Cheng Yuan's head.

"Kill this magic stick who deceives the public with lies."

No one knows how the accident happened.

This lecture seemed to be artificially designed. None of the people present were ordinary listeners. Perhaps they were all a revolutionary team composed of a group of brave people.

They had just listened to Cheng Yuan's two-hour lecture on 'You are sick'.

The anger in my heart has been endured until now, and finally vented it all.

The high-level people in charge of the background did not expect this to happen. Fortunately, the basic security measures were in place, and those people would not be able to rush to the stage for a while.

They adopted the simplest, most slanderous but most slanderous 'parade' trial.

Throw everything you can throw on the stage, water bottles, shoes, stools, bags, food, saliva...

Cheng Yuan didn't move when he said it, he stood there straight and looked at the people below in a daze.

Until a black figure flashed in front of him and blocked Cheng Yuan when a stool leg was about to hit Cheng Yuan's forehead.

In the end, the foot of the stool only hit Ling Ye on the back.

Cheng Yuan put his nose against Ling Ye's shoulder.

The madness of the audience was half covered by Ling Ye's figure.

"Stand here waiting to be beaten to death?" Ling Ye's voice was half alienated, half mocking.

Cheng Yuan didn't say yes or no.

He leaned back a little, and looked up at Lingye from a very close distance.

"It's so strange," he said, "When I say homosexuality is a disease, you want to argue with me, and when others argue with me, instead of helping them, you help me."

"It doesn't make sense to throw fire at you, and making trouble won't solve the problem."

Cheng Yuan stared into his eyes.

"It is my responsibility that you die here." Ling Ye said again.

"My assistant has no obligation to save my life."

"It is the duty of a soldier who has served to protect any human life."

Cheng Yuan didn't answer any more, he lowered his eyes, and by the way, his whole spirit drooped down.

Cheng Yuan rested his forehead lightly on Ling Ye's shoulder.

"Then the righteous and formidable major, take the magic stick back home, he is a little tired now."

After staying together for a long time, Ling Ye realized that Cheng Yuan was not really idle.

Especially every time after modifying the data, he always spends a lot of energy to erase the traces of the data modification and reset the program of "Yue Lao".

In addition, Cheng Yuan spends more time researching an experiment that seems unlikely. He wants to modify the gene sequence of a born or even mature biological individual.

Ling Ye came to work on time in the morning and opened the door.

At the workstation under the big screen, the man was still there, just lying on his stomach on the table full of data and instrument models, sleeping unconscious.

This scenario has happened countless times.

Lingye ignored him, and cleaned up on his own, tidying up other trivial items other than essentials.

Then I went out to exercise.

When Ling Ye went back, Cheng Yuan was still lying there sleeping, not even changing his posture.

Ling Ye guessed that he might have just lay down in the morning.

He stood and watched people for about half an hour, half an hour, did nothing, didn't look at anything else, just stared at the side face, and the tear mole at the end of the eye, looked at half an hour.

Ling Ye leaned over and hugged Cheng Yuan.

It's actually very easy to hug him. To Yu Lingye, he is very light.

Ling Ye walked to the inner lounge, kicked away the tome that was thrown all over the sofa, and then put him down.

The moment he got up, he turned his head too quickly, and accidentally rubbed his right cheek against the person's lips.

The thin and soft touch was fleeting, and Ling Ye felt a very subtle itch in his heart. The itch had touched some nerve, and even doubled his heartbeat for a few tenths of a second.

——You don't kill them.

He suppressed that weird feeling, pulled a blanket beside him, and was as virtuous and capable as an old mother.

Cheng Yuan didn't know when he opened his eyes.

When Lingye saw it, he seemed to have been staring at him for a long time.

Ling Ye's hand covering him with the blanket stopped for a moment.

The distance between the two people is no more than five inches.

— You coax me.

——Coax back all those who are fierce to me.

Ling Ye didn't know why he was looking at Cheng Yuan, the words he said were all lingering in his mind.

When he just woke up, he looked much better than usual, his face was harmless to humans and animals, and his lips did not look like lips that could say such harsh words as usual.

"I heard it." The voice of Cheng Yuan who just woke up was very soft.

"What?" Ling Ye also relaxed a lot, sounding like coaxing.

"Heartbeat."

silence.

"Faster, heartbeat, yours."

Ling Ye didn't know what to do next.

Until Cheng Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand, supported Ling Ye's shoulder, and pulled him down who was already close at hand.

When the lips touched together, Ling Ye calmed down instead.

It's as if he had expected this result a long time ago, as early as the first time he saw Cheng Yuan.

Cheng Yuan's slender eyelashes are close at hand, and under the eyelashes are his eyes that were closed at will. It seems that he just talked in his sleep, had a sleepwalking, and fell back to sleep at this moment.

Ling Ye lowered his eyelashes.

Cheng Yuan put his hands on Ling Ye's shoulders, light and heavy for a while, exactly the same frequency as Ling Ye pressed his lips.

[The author has something to say: A little trick for sudden death every day]