Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

The three members of the team were brought into the reception room. The room was quiet. Zhang Fei was busy pouring water for them, while explaining, "Teacher Duan has a set of data that needs to be uploaded. He will be here soon."

Ji Zhun nodded, took the teacup and blew gently, and mist spread on the lenses.

He had known about Duan Wu before he came here, and after the video went viral online, Duan Wu's information could no longer be hidden.

The Duan family was not an unknown family in the imperial capital, but they had been engaged in business for three generations and then a special genius emerged who chose the path of scientific research.

In other families, this might be a scenario that would bring honor to the family.

But the old man of the Duan family was very dissatisfied with this matter. Especially after the explosion, Duan Wu still stubbornly continued on the path of scientific research, which directly angered the old man and sent him to the hospital.

Netizens don’t quite believe this experience which seems fake.

Which rich second-generation kid wouldn't go and suffer the hardships of scientific research, and even work himself to the point of becoming deaf in both ears?

I also thought so, but after digging deeper, I found that it was actually true.

At the beginning, Duan Wu's elder brother Duan Hong publicly expressed his dissatisfaction with his younger brother, believing that it was unfilial for him to send his father to the hospital, and he would no longer care about Duan Wu.

I remember that I was amazed at what I saw. He was truly a pillar of the country. I had great respect for Duan Wu.

There were footsteps outside the door, and a pair of loose white sleeves stretched out from outside the door first. Ji Zhun stood up quickly, and his eyes unconsciously moved up a long way before meeting Duan Wu's eyes.

Only then did I realize that he was actually looking up at Duan Wu. It was outrageous. How tall was this man?

Jizhun put down his cup and walked forward, his eyes unconsciously drawn to the curved instrument next to his ear.

Duan Wu looks very much like a model and usually has no expression. I remember taking a closer look at him and felt that Er Cochlear was particularly suitable for his personality.

It has a full sense of technology without any human touch, like some kind of simulated mechanical life.

The upper lip is thin, and when the M-shaped lip beads are tightly closed, he looks a bit cold-hearted.

It fits the stereotype of just catching a glimpse of something in a video.

I remember that he was not there during the last filming, and I had only seen Duan Wu in the video. He stretched out his right hand, his thoughts already flying far away, wondering if a great man like Duan Wu would not shake hands with him?

"Hello, Dr. Duan. I'm Jizhun, the editor-in-chief and person in charge of the filming team."

Duan Wu nodded politely and stretched out his right hand, without remembering the scene of the difficult genius eccentric that he had imagined.

His hands were very cold, his finger bones were broad but not ugly, and there was a patch of discolored skin on the back of his hands, which was a scar left by the laboratory explosion.

I remember that although he didn't have much expression on his face, his attitude was very gentle. He just didn't like to talk, which might be related to his ear injury.

For some reason, he felt that this man was unexpectedly attractive.

Jizhun's rich imagination made him think of many images instantly, and the materials came out one after another at once.

The two sat down and took out their shooting plan. There was not much room for creativity in this formal and officially registered project.

They just need to ensure that the content is rigorous and error-free, and vivid.

"There are two plans at the moment. One is that I will ask questions and you will answer them, in the form of questions and answers, combined with some space equipment filming. The other is that we will take a tour and listen to your popular science from a first-person perspective..."

After Jizhun finished speaking about the second plan, he suddenly felt that it was a little unrealistic. However, if it was a question and answer session, it would require more work and script shots, and the platform only gave them three days.

"I'm fine with either, just follow your habits."

Duan Wu looked at Ji Zhun and sighed inwardly that one should not judge a person by his appearance. He looked like a sunny and upright young man, with shallow dimples at the corners of his mouth when he smiled, and he looked a little shy.

But secretly he is a very famous painter on the Internet.

The kind without color or painting.

This kind of thing is just a matter of personal preference and freedom. There is no embarrassment even if he is exposed. Moreover, he remembers that the quotation for a commissioned article is over five figures. Strictly speaking, he is a successful person in his favorite field.

But the memory was ruined by the background check during this shooting.

He was afraid that his mobile phone account would be discovered by the background check staff and he would be exposed, so he temporarily changed his account to the mobile phone number of his cousin with whom he lived, intending to change it back after he was released from the Second Hospital.

But he didn't know that his cousin had already discovered his brother's shameful hobby on the computer. He took advantage of Ji Zhun's absence to secretly log into his artist account, claiming that he was taking private orders and only accepting direct payments.

In three days, we received more than 700,000 yuan in direct payments.

After Ji Zhun came back, the truth was revealed, but Ji Hui was not afraid at all. Instead, he asked Ji Zhun what would happen if the matter got to the ears of Ji Zhun's parents and relatives. He knew what the consequences would be.

He threatened his cousin to settle the matter by using the paintings whose scale was so large that ordinary people could not accept them.

I remembered that I didn't have that much money, so I had to stop filming and started to stay at home painting to pay off my debts.

It takes nearly ten hours to paint a picture. Ji Hui took over 200 orders for him. He used his own savings and turned down more than orders while apologizing.

The rest can only be completed despite gritted teeth.

Ji Hui used the money to participate in online gambling and soon lost it all. He thought of Ji Zhun again and secretly contacted the female fan he had added with Ji Zhun's account before, saying that he was in trouble and wanted to borrow money.

The girl was a wealthy woman and a die-hard fan of Jizhun. She commissioned him to write an article worth more than 200,000 yuan. Without saying a word, she transferred 100,000 yuan to Jihui and told him not to work too hard.

Remember that you never use any account other than the painter software to add people. It was not until nearly 300,000 fans were borrowed from you that you realized something was wrong.

The police tracked down Ji Zhun's residence and kicked open the door, only to find that he had died suddenly in front of his computer two days ago.

No matter how open this society is, his strange hobbies and special experiences that are not accepted by the public have made him a negative figure in social news, and public opinion has been fermenting for a long time.

Jizhun's parents also committed suicide by burning charcoal at home because they could not accept the strange looks from neighbors and relatives.

Jizhun felt Duan Wu's gaze sweeping over him without any scruples, and subconsciously adjusted the frame of his glasses.

"Then let's go with the second option. It's not so boring, and what you say will definitely be more vivid."

Duan Wu hummed, and the phone in his pocket vibrated. He took it out and swiped through the notifications. He was relieved only after confirming that 008 had stolen the account he remembered.

He didn't collect any experimental data just now, he just asked Xiao Ba to monitor Jizhun's account. As long as Ji Hui didn't get any chance to take advantage of it, there is still hope.

Remember home -

A young man stealthily opened his mobile phone, downloaded more than a dozen painting software, and began to look for the account he remembered. He tried to log in with the verification code more than a dozen times but failed.

"Fuck, what account is he using?" Ji Hui cursed as he opened the photo album, which contained a painting interface that he had accidentally photographed in Ji Zhun's room.

A mixed-race man in a gorgeous military uniform sat on a chair, half naked, looking down at the man below him, with a provocative expression and a seductive and dangerous gaze.

The picture he took was not clear, but you could still tell what he was drawing.

Ji Hui didn't expect at the time that the man who usually looked so righteous and didn't even bring a woman home was actually doing such a thing behind the scenes.

He tried all the software he could find on the Internet, but he couldn't log into the account he remembered. Then the bank's collection notice came, and he immediately became annoyed.

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Jizhun had no idea that he had just escaped the biggest disaster of his life. He was following behind Duan Wu, his eyes like a vernier caliper secretly recording his body proportions and data.

Her legs are very long, her waist is only about 75 cm, and her chest circumference...it's hard to estimate accurately because the white coat is too loose, but her hips are very perky, and you can vaguely see the sexy curve from behind when she walks.

Duan Wu suddenly stopped and turned around, but I remember that I failed to brake the car and it hit Duan Wu in the chest.

Hmm...it's quite soft, so the bust circumference is probably 90+...