I, Qi Tongwei, started with black technology and broke through the deadlock and was reborn

Qi Tongwei brought over a folding chair and then stood on it.

He reached out and rolled up the window curtains reserved on the tent.

"In places like this, you always have to be careful about mosquitoes."

As he spoke, he lowered the mosquito-proof gauze curtain.

After fixing the gauze curtain, he got down from the stool.

"The mosquitoes in this mountain are different from those in other places. The big ones can really eat people."

Song Xiaoyu smiled and responded: "I have seen it."

After opening the ventilated curtains, the tent became a little cooler.

Song Xiaoyu quickly moved the stool where Qi Tongwei had stood to its original position.

Qi Tongwei didn't think much about it, as he just happened to have something to say to Song Xiaoyu.

So he sat down on the bed.

"Um...Professor Song..."

But before Qi Tongwei could finish his words, Song Xiaoyu's expression immediately turned ugly.

"Expert Qi...you...you should stand up quickly."

Seeing Song Xiaoyu's expression, Qi Tongwei thought there was something on the bed and quickly stood up.

Glancing towards the bed.

"What's wrong, Professor Song?"

Song Xiaoyu hurried forward and smoothed out the wrinkles caused by Qi Tongwei sitting down.

Then he stammered:

"Oh... that's nothing, or... or you can just stand."

"Standing?"

Qi Tongwei laughed.

"There's a stool here, why are you standing?"

He thought he was being impolite because he had just sat on the lady's bed.

"Sorry, I didn't think that much."

After saying that, he casually moved the stool over and sat down.

"Professor Song, don't stand. Sit down. I want to talk to you."

However, Song Xiaoyu seemed not to hear Qi Tongwei's words.

She stared at Qi Tongwei, biting her lips tightly, her body seeming to be enduring something unbearable.

"Professor Song? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Qi Tongwei saw that her expression seemed to be very uncomfortable.

Song Xiaoyu finally couldn't help it and said:

"Expert Qi, you can sit down. Or you can move the stool over here and sit down."

Qi Tongwei was confused and wondered what kind of rule this was.

After standing up, Song Xiaoyu moved the stool back to its original position and said:

"Okay, sit down. Sit right here."

Seeing Song Xiaoyu's incomprehensible behavior, Qi Tongwei seemed to understand something.

He looked around the tent and found that it was indeed too neatly arranged.

The quilt on the camp bed was neatly folded, and even the sheets were neatly laid out without a single wrinkle.

It was obvious that Song Xiaoyu had folded it herself, because it was impossible for the soldiers outside to just enter the tent of a female professor like her and help her fold the quilt.

Qi Tongwei looked at the water cups on the table again, neatly arranged in a circle around the kettle.

Moreover, the handle of each water cup is uniformly facing outwards.

There are also the two stools from before, neatly placed next to the table, and even the distance between them seems to be the same.

Qi Tongwei understood that Song Xiaoyu had severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Recalling the brief contact I had with her over the past two days, there seemed to be some clues.

Her clothes seemed to be always very neat.

Even in such a hot and humid environment, he still wore a clean white shirt and looked meticulous.

Even though there was some sweat on his face, his hair was not at all messy.

No wonder as a woman, she can become a professor of information technology at such a young age.

It is said that there is only a fine line between genius and madness, and this is absolutely true.

This kind of severe obsessive-compulsive disorder makes someone look no different from a madman to outsiders.

Qi Tongwei knows that people with obsessive-compulsive disorder are also very miserable.

Because although they know that this is not good, they cannot control their behavior.

Just like Song Xiaoyu just now...

Qi Tongwei understood what was going on and sat on the stool with a smile.

This time he didn't move the stool.

"Professor Song, I didn't expect your obsessive-compulsive disorder to be this serious?"

Song Xiaoyu said a little embarrassedly:

"No way, it's always been like this."

Then he raised his eyes and asked:

"Do you think it's tiring to get along with someone like me?"

Qi Tongwei sat upright, afraid of moving.

He pursed his lips and said deliberately, "Yes, it is not easy."

"I guess if someone is willing to be your husband, it's definitely true love."

Hearing this, Song Xiaoyu immediately looked unhappy.

I thought Qi Tongwei would comfort her, but I didn't expect him to say that it was not easy to get along with me.

She also said in a disguised way that she couldn't find a husband.

I'm in my thirties and have never been in a relationship. What he said is really hurtful.

"Expert Qi, I don't like what you're saying. If you have obsessive-compulsive disorder, you can't find a husband."

"Ha ha……"

Seeing her anxious, Qi Tongwei said with a smile:

"Just kidding, Professor Song. How could a woman like you who is educated, beautiful, and has a high income not be able to find a husband?"

"It's you who doesn't want to look for it. If you did, the queue would be longer than a company."

puff...

Song Xiaoyu couldn't help laughing.

"Come on, why don't you say you're ahead of the group?"

"I never could have guessed, Expert Qi, that you look so serious, but you're so glib when you talk."

Qi Tongwei was unwilling.

"No, Professor Song, is there anyone who praises others like that? You can say I'm good at speaking, but you can't say I'm glib."

"Alright, Professor Song, please sit down."

"I'm sitting while you're standing, and I have to look up at you when I talk to you. It's like an interrogation."

Song Xiaoyu took a look and felt that this was indeed a bit inappropriate.

But there were only two stools in the tent, and they were placed next to each other.

If she wanted to sit down, she could only sit close to Qi Tongwei.

If the stool was moved away, she would definitely feel uncomfortable all over.

There was no choice, so Song Xiaoyu decided to sit next to Qi Tongwei.

Then a strange scene appeared in the tent.

The place is obviously very big, but the two of them are sitting close to each other.

At first glance, they look like two lovers in love who don't want to be apart for a moment.

Although she felt a little awkward, Song Xiaoyu felt comfortable in her heart.

At least it won't cause her obsessive-compulsive disorder to act up.

Of course Qi Tongwei wouldn't say anything. He sat next to her and could see a different scenery through the two buttons of his shirt by tilting his head.

"Like a mountain, so white."

Qi Tongwei couldn't help but sigh softly.

"What did you say?"

Song Xiaoyu didn't hear clearly.

"Oh... nothing. I was just saying the mountains here are so huge. No, no... the mountains are very high and the valleys are deep."

"It's really hot and humid in here."

Qi Tongwei quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead and immediately changed the subject.

"Professor Song, I actually have something serious to tell you."

Song Xiaoyu sat up straight, puffed out his chest and asked:

"What's going on?"