Star Trek

Looking Sulu up and down, and down and up, and then with a convincing smile, "Look at you, young and handsome, and swordsmanship - that Spock certainly can't. Little girls are going to be crazy about you, Of course Chekov will too."

"I don't know if Professor Spock knows swordsmanship," Sulu obviously didn't believe him at all, "but what I do know is that having a girlfriend doesn't mean you can guide others in love."

"Girlfriend?" Kirk was confused. "Girls love me, but I don't have a girlfriend."

"Gaila."

"For the 99th time, Gaila is not my girlfriend."

"She's so beautiful."

"She's hot, but I don't need a relationship. I'm Jim Kirk, how many people will die of heartbreak if I'm bound into a one-on-one relationship? I can't be cruel, I have to manage my boat ;There will be a lot of beautiful girls asking to wait for the ship tonight."

"Okay, if you have to say that." Sulu waved his hand like a fly, "Go to your class, Captain."

After Kirk gave an unruly salute and left the balcony, Sulu stood up and looked at where he left thoughtfully.He and Kirk have known each other for three years, and the latter has lingered in the flowers for many years without touching any leaves. It seems to be his nature to have fun, as if he is a person who can never settle down.But Sulu is perceptive enough to know that behind Kirk's mask of a playful smile on everyone's face, he has his very lonely universe, and a corner that no one can go into.

What was in there, he didn't know, maybe even Kirk himself didn't remember.

Kirk stands behind the bar and mixes a martini, chatting with Scotty who has crept under the counter to make changes.Now that the night has just fallen, Enterprise is a little deserted, and her carnival will not be ushered in until midnight.

"What are you fussing about?"

"Keenser keeps dropping butter cookie crumbs into the crevices of important electrical circuits. I'm trying to figure out how to develop a self-cleaning device."

"Or butter cookies? Will he not get tired of eating this every day?"

"I don't see you getting tired of an apple pie after you get off work every day."

"Then you still have two sandwiches a day."

"Hey! Sandwiches are different from sandwiches, right? Tuna and cod are completely different. By the way, I saw a sandwich cart at the intersection of Second Avenue today. His house has chestnut butter sandwiches! Do you want to go together tomorrow? Try it? It’s just opened and it’s on sale.”

"Chestnut sauce...sandwich?" Kirk couldn't help but shudder as he imagined what it tasted like, "No, just go, I don't really like...chestnuts."

As the sole boss of the Enterprise, Scotty loved everything but sitting around and counting the money.His biggest hobby is to beat various instruments and modify their original trajectory. The Enterprise has been modified by him to be messy but full of wit. Kirk has to admit he's a genius at this, and the Scot would have been a great mechanic had things been different.

Scotty was still concentrating on adjusting the line, nestled in the narrow space that looked aggrieved but concentrated on it without realizing it. Kirk handed the martini glass to a tall man who had been waiting for a long time, and then noticed the young girl who opened the door and walked in-dark skin glowing in the bar lights, with a high ponytail , seems to have a haughty aura that frightens the world.He inexplicably felt that she looked familiar.

"Nyota...Uhura?" Kirk subconsciously called out her name as she walked to the bar.

The girl looked at her in surprise, frowned and thought for a few seconds: "I've seen you."

a declarative sentence. Kirk propped his hands on the shiny marble bar: "Bombay Sapphire, I'm Gaila's friend."

"Ah." She looked at him critically, suppressing thousands of sarcasm and ridicule in one short syllable.

Kirk had to admit that Uhura was indeed pretty, and he did swear to Gaila (with Scotty's non-existent partner) that she wouldn't mess with the girl, but never offered it to her - no harm in flirting .He always upholds this philosophy.

Kirk tugged at his bow tie and put on a smile. "What?"

Uhura was about to speak but was interrupted by a phone call.She gestured to Kirk to wait, and took out her phone: "Hello?"

Kirk waited patiently as she turned to answer the phone.He's in no hurry, he has one night.

"…then it's settled. Okay, see you tomorrow, Spock."

Spock.It was the second time he had heard that name today.Unlike Sulu's muffled tone, Uhura said the word with lightness and joy.And Kirk noticed that she only mentioned the single name of Spock, without any respectful titles like professor or sir - he remembered Gaila saying that Uhura was also a student of that school, although a graduate student.

He remembered the day Spock came to Bombay Sapphire when Gaila took over, and it occurred to him that maybe he had some good news for his cohabitants: Sulu, his imaginary rival, was no longer a threat if he already had his own.

33. 【Spirk/Chulu】Lonely Festival

"James Kirk."

"I know you already." Uhura glanced at him, "I don't want to know your name."

"It's okay, I wanted to tell you, and you already know." His smile didn't change a bit from Uhura's upset expression, "I thought you were a student."

"I do. Can't students come to the bar?"

"As long as you're 21."

"Of course I have."

"Well."

"Don't expect me to tell you my age. And don't ask, I won't answer."

"Of course. It's rude to ask a lady's age, I'm a gentleman. So, what's your profession?"

"language."

"Then you must have a flexible tongue." Kirk handed her the GinTonic she asked for, lemon slices and ice cubes bobbing up and down in the glass, "I see, you come dance—there's a special dance tonight." He tried to be more sincere in his compliment, "You look like the type to be the Dancing Queen in school."

"...At this point I should say thank you for the compliment, but," the girl lowered her head and sniffed GinTonic's juniper berry aroma, and decided to say it directly, "don't bother with me, Kirk."

"Did you know that my last name sounds better than usual when you pronounce it from you?" Kirk was unimpressed, and dismissed the trick, "So, it was your boyfriend who called just now?"

He keenly caught the subtle change in Uhura's expression because of the word, but she just took a sip and said lightly: "Who knows."

Kirk rests his elbows on the bar and rests his chin: "I'm curious what kind of person can subdue you." He mentally snaps his fingers at Sulu, boy, you should thank me, "Tell me about Spock. "

"Why am I not surprised that you know his name?" Uhura sighs, "Knowing this information is of no use to you." "How do you know that it's no use?" Kirk thought about Spock's words He was surprised to realize that after many days, that eye-catching hairstyle and mean expression had not faded in his memory, "He must be a very good person."

"He is." Uhura finally softened his face when he mentioned this weirdo. "He should have been my tutor for graduate students, if he hadn't been downgraded to teach undergraduates. I don't understand why the school arranged it like this. He should be worthy of teaching those The hairy boy is better."

"You also came from the time of Maotou boy. Are you keen on teacher-student relationship?"

Uhura glared at him: "We have no established relationship."

"Is it not or... not yet?"

"You know what the hell they're trying to do, Kirk?"

He smiled slightly: "Exclude potential threats."

"Which aspect?" Uhura's words hit the nail on the head, but his gaze was as sharp as a falcon, "I'm still...Spock?"

Kirk choked.Spock, of course - for his young roommate.But it was too complicated to calculate, involving miscellaneous branches, and the hairball couldn't find the first thread for a while, so he had to shut up under the girl's scrutiny.Fortunately, Uhura didn't care too much. With less than 1/3 of the glass left, he pushed back, flicked his long ponytail and walked towards the dance floor.

Even in a place where many people are competing for beauty, she is still dazzling and radiant.

Uhura left before midnight, and Kirk lost even the chance to watch her dance, and fell into boredom again, until the little Keenser rushed in, clutching the paper bag on his chest, with the wet night around him The breath of rain.He ignored the dripping hair and clothes, and put the paper