[BL, MTL] The Future Of A Full-Time Doctor

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After the second order of nTu was issued, Jin Xuan packed up and moved to the Federal Information Building in the military and political center.

Wu Chenghe felt a little empty. After the Black Pearl incident, Jin Xuan had been by his side. Every morning, he was sure to avoid thunder and lightning. Suddenly, when he left like this, his life seemed to be missing such a large part, and his whole person felt wrong.

Are you a little insepable from him? Wu Chenghe vaguely felt that his feelings for Jin Xuan were a little different. From ignorant acceptance to a faint desire, he was eager to see him every day, have dinner with him face to face, sit at the same desk to read, share school gossip, and complain about each other's teachers...

I can't tell whether this feeling is good or bad. It's a little apprehening and a little sweet. It seems dangerous, but I can't help but want to be more addicted.

Is this love?

I have never been so confused in my two lives. As a fool with basically zero love experience in the past, Wu Chenghe fell into a strange entanglement. On the one hand, he felt that he was finally enlightened and learned to like someone, which was really a good thing. On the one hand, I also feel that as a guide, I actually have an attachment and submission to a superpower without a mark. This is absolutely the rhythm of shaking m, and the future is worrying.

And the important thing is: do you want to go to bed?

This question is simply too mysterious. For a person like Wu Chenghe, who is born with a brain hole, it may be easier to give him a major surgery that requires a knife to move the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

Everyone has a dead hole, and his dead hole is "not able to fall in love".

Of course, he will not sit and wait for death. As a smart person, when rational thinking has no result, Wu Chenghe pinned his hopes on all kinds of strange divination. For example, when he eats corn, he will subconsciously count, eat a grain, count a grain: "Up, up, up, up... up... up..."

Then the teacher will also count unconsciously in class. Once the teacher lifts the waist of the trousers, he will count one, and the teacher lifts it twice, he will count two: "up, don't go up, go up... don't go up..."

So much so that in Mu's experimental class, he also fell into the infinite cycle of "moving one move one". When Mu stitched one stitch, he counted one, and another stitch, he counted another: "up, don't go, go..."

"What are you doing!" After the experimental class, Mu sent the others away and left him alone. "How can I hear you seem to be counting? What are you counting? Are you formatting your stupid and poor brain?"

"Uh--no, nothing!" Wu Chenghe was shocked. He had known for a long time that Mu's consciousness was high, but he didn't expect that he had reached such a high level, and even he could feel it.

Mu has been paying attention to Wu Chenghe's situation. He found that since he came back from a meal at the presidential residence, he was a little unrestained. He often blushed inexplicably, giggled, and his eyes were bright. From the professional perspective of a doctor, he was likely to be a nymphomaniac.

"Are you thinking about going to bed?" Mu was expressionless and asked directly.

"Scared?!"? Wu Chenghe was wiping the dissection table and was so shocked that he almost threw the rag in his hand on his face. "You, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"I'm giving away the ring. Don't you want to sleep with him? You're lying to me!" Mu sneered and stay away from him, lest he really throw the rag over. "Don't tell me that you don't know that the ring can't be given away casually."