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The leader of the Special Investigation Team couldn't help but furrow his brow. These two young people were really something, weren't they? Ever since Lu Youyou was allowed to meet Xu Lie, she had been coming to the Special Investigation Team every day, falling back into the routine of clocking in like during her internship.
Mo Mei Lin quite liked Lu Youyou, the young girl, and had said a few good words about her. Coupled with Xu Lie's influence, Zhang Yutao found it hard to refuse. But did these two really think they could treat the Special Investigation Team like their own home?
Xu Lie, with his keen eyes, noticed Zhang Yutao's displeased expression and immediately raised his hand to greet him. "Captain Zhang, have you eaten? If not, let's eat together."
Zhang Yutao clenched the ticket in his hand until it crumpled, struggling to contain his frustration. Here was an arrested Explosive Offender mooching off the Special Investigation Team's cafeteria, and he was asking if the captain had eaten yet? What was this?!
With his blood pressure subtly rising, Zhang Yutao quickly stepped forward, not wanting to linger. "It's time for a review. Come with us."
Before Xu Lie could say anything, Lu Youyou expressed her concern first. "Xu Lie, are you sure about this?"
In recent days, Xu Lie had told Lu Youyou that he would face a heavy sentence on paper, but in reality, he would likely be sent to a laboratory to help out for a short time. It was just a matter of time; there was nothing uncertain about it. Xu Lie didn't care; once the script was over, he would return to his company. The duration meant nothing to him.
Lu Youyou didn't know this. Under Meng Ling's guidance these days, she had gradually become aware of her feelings and finally made up her mind.
"Then let's make another promise!" she said. "I... I will wait for you. I'm afraid you won't be able to find me. I will only choose Ancheng University for my studies. Who knows? Maybe by the time I graduate from college, you will come looking for me."
How shy! How embarrassing!
This was Lu Youyou's innermost thought; she wished she could be like an ostrich in the desert and bury her head in the sand. But after this encounter, she might not see Xu Lie for a long time again. No matter how embarrassed she felt, she forced herself to say it out loud.
Xu Lie felt a slight stir in his heart, as if a small boat rowed by Lu Youyou was gently bumping against his heart. He wasn't foolish; he could clearly sense the girl's feelings.
But the Danmaku flying past him at every moment constantly reminded him that all of this was just a script, and once it ended, he would have to return to his company. If he promised Lu Youyou here, it would only leave her waiting in vain without any response.
The best choice should have been to refuse.
"Alright then, I promise to come back to find you before you graduate from university." Xu Lie left the last agreement and departed with Zhang Yutao. Once they returned to the company, they would see; it should still be possible to come back. At worst, it would just cost some points.
After all, it was Lu Youyou's appearance at the arson site that shattered Xu Lie's preconceived notions, leading him to regard the people of Script World as peers rather than mere virtual entities.
Zhang Yutao, who had been quietly observing, surprisingly didn’t wear his usual stern expression. It seemed he was reminiscing about a youth that could never return.
As they exited the elevator, Zhang Yutao raised his hand for the first time and patted Xu Lie on the shoulder. "You little rascal, don’t go back on your word. I've already heard there are moves to amend the Marriage Law. Make sure you don’t let your efforts go to waste."
Xu Lie realized for the first time that this usually cold leader of the Special Investigation Team was also someone with a past. Perhaps in Zhang Yutao's youth, there had been someone who was a white moonlight for him—someone he loved but could not have due to Gene Matching.
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