Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

Just a brief contact and you can clearly judge Duan Wu's physical condition. His muscles are very tight, with the fullness that can only be achieved through regular fitness and exercise.

The waist-to-shoulder ratio is extremely natural. If it is drawn in a character design draft, people might be criticized for not knowing the proportions of the human body and still taking on the draft.

Still very superior.

Jizhun raised his head with an apologetic look on his face. The other person's brown-black pupils seemed to have some special mockery of his contact this time.

Duan Wu took a look at him and knew that he was a thin-skinned person, although behind his back, his straightforward and scrutinizing gaze almost poked two big holes in his back.

"Are you okay, Dr. Duan?" Ji Zhun reached out and touched the place where he had just been bumped without changing his expression.

Pressed it again.

It seemed that he was really concerned about Duan Wu's physical condition, and was worried that a strong adult male would have problems if his skull was hit.

The white coat was pressed into a dent which soon returned to its original shape. The touch of an outsider caused the muscle to subconsciously contract and then bounce back. With a slight application of force, the soft chest muscles gained some toughness.

Duan Wu's lips curled up slightly, "It's okay, just call me by my name."

"How old are you this year? You look older than me. If you don't mind, I'll call you brother." Jizhun felt that calling someone by their name was even more awkward than calling them by their doctoral name.

People always can't help but get closer to beautiful creatures and show their kindness.

Remember that the OC you design for yourself has a well-known attribute called sapiosexuality, which is the worship of people with high IQs.

But I remember that he later changed that to appearance-based love, because he more accurately defined the scope of his admiration for high IQs, that is, good-looking high IQs.

Sapiosexuality is just a lie he tells because he is obsessed with looks.

After all, it is too much to ask a genius to be good-looking. These are all beautiful wishes in comics, satisfying visions that are difficult to achieve in reality.

Unexpectedly, there really is.

Jizhun's gaze could not help but fall on the perfect gap in Duan Wu's right ear again. The extreme of perfectionism is to destroy perfection.

The only thing more perfect than perfection is imperfect perfection.

Jizhun’s paintings often express such extreme and marginal secret preferences, keeping them forever in fantasy.

Things that I didn’t even dare to draw in the settings now appear before my eyes vividly.

Duan Wu looked at the changing emotions in his eyes and felt the hair on his back tingling for a rare moment. "I'm older than you."

Jizhun didn't know what he was thinking of, he smiled brilliantly, his big white teeth were dazzling, "Brother Duan, I'll trouble you for the next three days."

Duan Wu nodded and pointed to the large factory building behind him. "You can take pictures of these two rooms at will. Xiao Fei will accompany you to answer related questions."

"No problem, just go ahead and do your thing. Let's shoot some footage for editing first."

Jizhun watched Duan Wu leave and asked casually, "I guess you can't take care of your family with this job. Does Brother Duan have a child?"

Zhang Fei waved his hand and said, "Oh, I can take care of it. Our Director Duan's wife is the engine, and the child is called the high-pressure turbine."

Remember "...you're pretty good at riding a roller coaster."

"Ah?" Zhang Fei didn't understand.

"It's very different from what I imagined a scientific researcher to be like. It's quite humorous."

"Hehe." Zhang Fei laughed innocently and used fingerprint recognition to open the door of the factory. Further inside, there were two more facial and magnetic card recognitions. Although it was a collection of old products, the obsolete engine models were all clearly numbered and recorded and strictly managed.

The photographer was responsible for taking pictures, the editorial data was recorded, and there was an assistant who moved things. The three of them had clear division of labor. Seeing their serious looks, Zhang Fei patiently introduced the significance and time of each engine and product.

The week spent in the library was not in vain. He actually recognized a few aerospace engines with iconic shapes. "Is this the Jiao Yue 3?"

Duan Wu stood out in this project, which is the first 5-ton liquid oxygen-kerosene space engine in Country C. As the first echelon in the field of liquid engines, Duan Wu's team is currently working hard to increase the thrust of Jiaoyue to tons.

This will break the world record and become the world's first 1,000-ton space shuttle engine.

I was so excited that I made a circle on the Diana 3 and decided to learn more about this special product while eating.

"It's Jiao Yue 3. If Director Duan hadn't discovered that its third round of ascent data was incorrect and insisted on dismantling the machine for retesting, it would have become an irreversible joke."

Zhang Fei scratched his head. "Come to think of it, the teacher was about the same age as me back then." His eyes were filled with longing and helplessness. "Or so they say, comparison is the worst."

Jizhun agreed and took two more photos with his camera. "It's only been five years since Jiaoyue 3, and you're going to make a tenfold breakthrough. It shows that you've made a lot of efforts."

"Hehe, you know a lot about it. It seems like Brother Ji has done a lot of homework." Zhang Fei had some good feelings towards Ji Zhun. Although they were not a formal media, Ji Zhun's attitude was much better than those reporters who came to the Second Hospital for interviews before.

At least he didn't ask any ridiculous questions, and I could occasionally chat with him. This level of communication fluency is only possible after putting in the effort to understand him.

Jizhun quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, no, I've only read a few books, so I can't say I understand much. It would be too social to be wrong."

"What's the big deal?" Zhang Fei said nonchalantly. "Someone asked me before whether rockets use gasoline or diesel."

"Pfft..." Jizhun laughed, and drew a long line on the paper with his hand. He was used to saying, "How creative! You can even develop your own research field."

Zhang Fei was also amused by Jizhun's teasing, and they started chatting after a while.

The two factories were large in scale. Zhang Fei looked at the time and said, "It's almost three hours. Let's go to the cafeteria to take a rest?"

Jizhun was actually a little hungry after being reminded of this. He closed his notebook and put it into his backpack, twisting his neck and saying, "Okay, your cafeteria should be pretty good, right?"

Zhang Fei patted his chest upon hearing this and said, "Sure enough, after eating at our Second Hospital canteen, all the delicacies from outside will be like passing clouds."

There are more than 300 employees in the institute. It was lunchtime. I remember looking around the window. The aroma coming out from inside instantly stimulated my taste buds.

Zhang Fei handed him a meal card. Ji Zhun took it and saw Duan Wu's photo printed on it.

Is your ID photo this handsome?

Tsk, he patted Zhang Fei's arm with his little card and said, "Brother Duan, don't you want to eat?"

"When the teacher doesn't come to the cafeteria, I always bring it back for him." Zhang Fei didn't say anything. This noisy environment is not suitable for Duan Wu to stay for a long time. "Brush boldly, the teacher's card has endless money."

Remember to hold the meal card with your index finger, poke the tip of the card against the palm of your hand, and figure out what dish you want to order.

They are all his favorite foods, but now the problem is, the card belongs to someone else, if I use too much, wouldn’t it be like taking advantage of him?

I don't know how they usually eat. After thinking about it for a while, I saw Zhang Fei handed in his meal card generously, "Sister Wang, hit me up!"

Remember: “…” Then he felt relieved!

He still has a bit of stereotype and thinks that scientific researchers are too simple.