Who wants to learn sewing skills while dating?

"Teacher Chu, Teacher Mo is here to see you." A middle-aged man with a somewhat haggard face knocked on the door of Chu Yun's office.

Chu Jun replied without even looking up: "Let him in."

After receiving the reply, An Huai closed the office door and left.

Not long after, a tall man in a knitted sweater walked into the office and walked up to Chu Jun with his long legs: "Teacher Chu, would you like to have lunch together?"

The man wore pretentious silver-rimmed glasses, his hands resting on his desk, a smile on his lips as he cast a coquettish glance at Chu Jun.

"If your eyes feel uncomfortable, go to the infirmary." Chu Jun didn't want to pay attention to Mo Heng. He carefully moved the cushion on the chair and changed his sitting position to feel more comfortable.

"Teacher Chu, please don't be so heartless~" Mo Heng leaned over and wanted to kiss Chu Yun on the face, but Chu Yun dodged him.

"Hiss~" Perhaps because the movement was too big when he dodged, Chu Jun couldn't help but take a breath, and then looked at Mo Heng with even more anger.

Mo Heng pursed his lips, noticed Chu Jun's mood, and smiled ingratiatingly: "I'll sleep on the sofa tonight, I'll sleep on the sofa."

"Maybe it would be faster if I apply for a single dormitory." Chu Jun closed the report in his hand, and the anger in his heart subsided a little when he saw Mo Heng's smile, but he didn't want to let him go easily.

"That's so troublesome. If you change to a single room, who will help you wash your clothes, clean for you, and pack your things? And..." Mo Heng walked around Chu Jun's desk, came to his side, put his arm around Chu Jun's waist and rested his head on his shoulder, "There will be no one to warm your feet in the winter."

The previous events were not enough to shake Chu Yun, but the matter of "warming feet" really touched Chu Yun's heart.

Glancing up and down at Mr. Mo, who had come to "make peace" dressed up in fancy attire, Chu Jun took off Mo Heng's silver-rimmed glasses and examined them in his hands: "These glasses are quite nice."

"Do I look handsome wearing it?"

"Ah."

"Aren't you angry anymore?"

"Ah."

"A kiss?"

"In the office!"

"Just a moment."

"Ok."

"Teacher Chu, today's research report..." Fang Xun walked in with his things and saw Teacher Mo from the next group standing next to Teacher Chu, bent over. Teacher Chu was sitting at her desk, her head raised. Their heads were very close, but Teacher Mo's drooping hair blocked the view, making it difficult to see what they were doing.

"Excuse me!" Before the two teachers looked over, Fang Xun lowered his head and quickly closed the office door.

Teacher Chu and Teacher Mo are a couple, and everyone in the institute knows it. Is there any need to wonder what they were doing just now? Fang Xun, you're really stupid for entering Teacher Chu's office without knocking first!

Fang Xun stood at the office door holding the report, feeling frustrated for a while, and then saw Mo Heng coming out, straightening his collar.

"Teacher Chu is waiting for this report anxiously. You go in first." Mo Heng rubbed his waist quietly, forced a smile and waved to Fang Xun.

His toes had just been stepped on and his waist pinched, it really hurt.

The young man looked through his eyes, which were thick as beer bottles, at Teacher Mo's mouth, which twitched uncontrollably. He quickly looked away, lowered his head and nodded, then quickly walked into the office.

Mo Heng watched the door slowly close in front of him and sighed silently: "It seems that I can't escape the fate of sleeping on the sofa for the next few days."

Bending down to wipe the dust off his shoes, Mo Heng stood up, straightened his sleeves, put his silver-rimmed glasses on his nose, and turned to walk towards the technical department.

"I hope the technical department has a broken keyboard they can lend me."

···

"It's just the two of us again this Spring Festival." Chu Jun leaned against Mo Heng, suddenly missing her family thousands of miles away. "Xiao Zheng is going to take the college entrance exam this year, and I wonder how her preparations are going."

"Xiao Zheng is so smart, there will definitely be no problem. Don't worry too much." Mo Heng put his arm around Chu Jun's shoulders, sat on the sofa, and watched the virtual sky above his head with him.

This was installed by Mo Heng a year ago. It simulates the real sky. Whether it is cloudy, sunny or rainy, it is exactly the same as the real sky. It can comfort the people in the tower a little.

But the only drawback of this device is that if you look at it for a long time, you will find the time points of the cycles between them.

For example, Chu Jun has seen this starry sky background dozens of times. The North Star is very bright tonight.

"A shooting star will soon pass by," Chu Jun pointed in a direction and said to Mo Heng, "Can we make a wish when we see a shooting star?"

"of course."

Chu Yunzhen clasped his hands together in front of his chest, lowered his head and closed his eyes.

A few seconds later, a meteor streaked across the "sky", eclipsing the surrounding stars, like a fleeting dream.

"A wish for Xiao Zheng?" Mo Heng saw Chu Jun open his eyes and tilt his head to look at him.

Chu Jun smiled but didn't answer. He tilted his body and fell on Mo Heng.

"Ah Heng, there's a question I wanted to ask you when I first met you three years ago."

"Hmm?" Mo Heng's fingers gently twisted Chu Yun's soft hair, and he responded through his nose.

"Have we known each other before?"

"Baby, are you flirting with me at this time?" Mo Heng deliberately misinterpreted Chu Jun's meaning, as if he was avoiding the topic.

Chu Jun grabbed Mo Heng's hand and looked up into his eyes, not being led astray by him: "I mean, have you ever appeared in my life before?"

"You've known everything about me since the beginning, including my preferences and habits."

"Even when we first met, your surprise was fake."

Chu Jun listed a lot of things in a row, making it difficult for Mo Heng to refute.

"Then why did you follow me in the first place?" Mo Heng chuckled softly.

He held Chu Jun's face in his hands, looking at the shadows cast by the soft light under his eyelashes. In the shadows, his own appearance was reflected in his dark eyes.

Chu Jun looked at Mo Heng's aggressive eyes and knew clearly that if she kissed him at this moment, he would immediately throw her onto the sofa and eat her up.

Chu Jun swallowed hard, resisting the urge to challenge. His eyelashes trembled as he brought his thoughts back to his own question: "Then let me change the question."

"uh-huh."

“Is this world real?”

Mo Heng didn't answer. He put away his smile and looked down at Chu Jun.

The man's facial features were three-dimensional, as delicate as a sculptor's work. When he wasn't smiling, he looked rather serious, carrying the pressure of a superior. His subordinates couldn't help but tremble in fear when they saw him like this, even though Mo Heng was usually very gentle.

Chu Jun wasn't afraid of this paper tiger at all. Seeing Mo Heng's cold face, he didn't feel anything at all. He even pinched his face and said, "Speak~"

"Why do you ask?" Mo Heng's face was pinched and his voice was a little unclear.

"In the three years since I joined the institute, I've conducted an average of three experiments a day, totaling more than a thousand experiments. About 70% of these experiments were completed independently in my own laboratory, while the remaining 30% were carried out in collaboration with other research groups."

"Do you know what the success rate of my experiment is?"

Mo Heng raised his eyebrows.

"70%. If you review all of this experimental data, it's not hard to see that the success rate of any experiment I've run is ridiculously high."

"At first, I attributed these to the precision of the instruments or the design of the experimental protocol. However, as the number of experimental samples continued to expand, I realized that this assumption was not valid."

"No matter how the external conditions change, my experimental success rate is always above 99%. I have never failed."

"Ah Heng, why do you think this is happening?"

"What?" Mo Heng knew that Chu Jun was already convinced, so he stopped struggling and wanted to hear him finish.

"Someone is favoring me." Chu Jun, lying on top of Mo Heng, slowly leaned close to his ear, "Is it you?"