Abstinence Pei, don't be too sweet when chasing your wife

The hustle and bustle in the banquet hall last night has ended, and the thrilling arrest operation has become a dusty past.

The neon lights in the city flashed as usual, and their lives returned to their usual rhythm.

Early in the morning, Gu Fanxing sat at her desk at the Institute of Archaeology, her fingers unconsciously stroking the pottery fragments on the edge of the table. The archaeological documents jumping on the computer screen brought her back to her familiar work routine.

At this moment, Ling Jiuer rushed open the office door, her ponytail swaying as she moved. "Fanxing! The institute is organizing an archaeological expedition to Longji Mountain in Yunnan Province! This time, we're going to excavate the legendary ruins of the ancient Dian Kingdom!"

She slammed her tablet down on the table. The project announcement was displayed on the screen. "And I heard that you can only participate if you pass the assessment this time. If you can go, you might be able to rewrite the history of the ancient Dian Kingdom!"

Gu Fanxing's eyes lit up instantly. As an archaeologist, she was already fascinated by the mysterious civilization of the ancient Dian Kingdom. But then she noticed the notice stating "only six places available," and her brow furrowed. "The competition is still fierce." Before she could finish her words, a deliberately amplified sneer echoed from nearby.

Zhang Qing rested her bright red nail polish on the filing cabinet and glanced at them with disdain. "Some people always dream unrealistically. Field archaeology isn't just fiddling with broken pottery in a lab. Do you really think you can become an expert just by reading a few books?"

Li Xuan and Zhao Lin immediately echoed her words. Zhao Lin even exaggeratedly shook her permed and dyed hair. "That's right. Don't let the team fall behind and make a fool of our institute."

It turned out that these three old employees who had worked in the institute for many years had regarded Gu Fanxing and Ling Jiuer as thorns in their eyes since they started to stand out at work.

The innovative repair plan proposed by Gu Fanxing last time was highly recognized by industry experts, which made the jealousy of the three people grow like weeds.

At this moment, they crossed their arms, their faces full of sarcasm, and they were planning how to stir up trouble for the two of them.

When the director announced the assessment rules, the atmosphere in the meeting room became tense.

The assessment is divided into three parts: theoretical written test, field archaeology simulation practice and cultural relics restoration technology. Only the top six in total score are eligible to participate.

Zhang Qing sneered and held up a thick stack of materials. "Director, I suggest adding an on-site emergency response assessment. After all, some newcomers can't even identify all the archaeological tools."

She deliberately prolonged the ending tone, causing Li Xuan and Zhao Lin to cover their mouths and laugh.

From that day on, Gu Fanxing and Ling Jiuer began their almost crazy preparations.

They spent the entire day in the reference room, researching the geological structure of Longji Mountain and historical documents of the ancient Dian Kingdom, and even discussed burial structures while eating.

They used satellite maps and 3D modeling technology to simulate the possible distribution of ruins in Longji Mountain.

They also practiced cultural relic restoration repeatedly, often staying in the laboratory all night.

However, undercurrents are surging beneath the calm efforts.

While Zhang Qing and the other two were plotting in the tea room, Zhao Lin showed off the secretly taken photos on her phone: "Look, they backed up the 3D model on the institute's intranet."

Li Xuan twirled her pen, a sinister look in her eyes: "But she doesn't know that the system administrator is my cousin. Isn't it easy to change the permissions?" Late that night, the institute's server was suddenly attacked by an unknown attacker. The two people's model files collapsed bit by bit in the encryption program, and they stared at the black screen of the computer, tears welling up in their eyes.

More deadly blows followed.

After Gu Fanxing discovered that the adhesive used to repair the sample had been replaced in the laboratory, the two decided to lock the important information in the safe. However, they did not expect that Zhang Qing took the spare key while the director was out, under the pretext of sorting out the files.

When Gu Fanxing opened the safe with great anticipation, she found that the rubbings of ancient Dian characters inside were covered with ink. The precious information that they had worked through three nights to sort out instantly turned into black waste paper.

“Fight us?”

Zhang Qing leaned against the laboratory door, playing with the keys with her hands painted with exquisite manicure.

“You don’t even have the qualifications to get in.”

Gu Fanxing clenched his fists, digging his nails deep into his palms: "You will pay the price."

Zhang Qing and others did not stop there.

A week before the assessment, the institute's fire alarm suddenly sounded without warning, throwing the entire building into chaos.

Gu Fanxing and Ling Jiuer hurriedly ran out of the data room. When they reacted and went back to check, they found that the filing cabinet storing the research materials of the ancient Dian Kingdom had been completely soaked by the fire sprinkler system.

The papers stuck together, the handwriting became blurred, and the notes and documents they had painstakingly compiled were destroyed.

The surveillance video showed that the alarm was triggered in the women's restroom on the third floor, where someone used a special device to fake a smoke signal.

Soon after, Ling Jiuer received an anonymous threatening email, claiming to have information about her family's whereabouts. The email urges her to be content and stop dreaming unrealistically.

Ling Jiuer's hand holding the phone was shaking. Gu Fanxing quickly contacted the police for online tracking and let Ling Jiuer's family temporarily live in a safe house.

This psychological warfare made Ling Jiuer unable to sleep for several nights in a row, and she spent several days in fear.

Three days before the assessment, the institute’s network suddenly collapsed and all electronic devices were unable to connect to the server.

Gu Fanxing discovered that someone had hacked into the institute's system and deleted all assessment-related information backed up in the cloud.

The two could only dig out the dusty paper files and search for data page by page in the dusty archive room.

At this time, Zhang Qing and the other two were hiding in a nearby cafe, looking through the window at the two people who were busy in the research institute, and clinking their coffee cups silently.

What's even more sinister is that the night before the exam, someone secretly inserted several erroneous screenshots of documents into Gu Fanxing's archaeological notes in the laboratory.

If she hadn't had the habit of reviewing the information before going to bed, she would have almost included this erroneous information in the report as important basis.

The next morning, Ling Jiuer discovered that the professional gloves she had prepared for the assessment had cut her fingertips. If she wore these gloves while performing practical cultural relic restoration work, it would cause irreversible damage to the cultural relics.

On the day of the assessment, when the two stepped into the examination room, they could still feel the complicated looks from other colleagues.

During the theoretical written test, they responded calmly and turned the knowledge they had studied day and night into fluent answers.

During the field archaeological practice, the two worked in perfect harmony and accurately determined the age and functional divisions of the simulated site.

In the final assessment of cultural relics restoration, Gu Fanxing successfully restored a broken lacquerware with his self-created non-destructive restoration technology, and even the expert in charge could not help but nod in praise.

Just when they thought the dust had settled, an accident struck again.

In the last half hour before submitting the assessment report, Gu Fanxing discovered that all the files in the USB drive had turned into garbled characters.

Ling Jiuer's face turned pale: "It must be them! The files backed up in the cloud disk are also encrypted!"

As time passed, Gu Fanxing suddenly remembered that he had saved the first draft in an old computer in the research institute.

The two rushed to the warehouse like crazy, rummaged through the dusty machines, and finally completed the report submission five minutes before the deadline.

Three days later, in the morning, in the director's office.

"Congratulations, you've passed the assessment." The director pushed the admission letter in front of the two people.

"Especially Gu Fanxing, your restoration plan and interpretation of the ancient Dian Kingdom's writing may become a key breakthrough in this archaeological excavation."

Walking out of the office, Ling Jiuer hugged Gu Fanxing excitedly.

In the distance, Zhang Qing and the other two hid in the corner of the corridor, their gloomy eyes staring at the notices in the two men's hands like poisonous snakes.

Zhang Qing crushed the coffee cup in her hand, not even noticing the glass shards cutting her palm.

"Six spots, so what? Dragon Ridge Mountain... We'll show you what happens if you go against us."

The turbulent archaeological journey is about to begin, and what awaits Gu Fanxing and Ling Jiuer is not only the mysterious ruins of the ancient Dian Kingdom, but also the crisis brewing in the dark.