People are in Xingtie, and I am their dead white moonlight?

Jiang Mo muttered as he gently touched the rose mark left by the "Lord of Silence," "There's an unstable factor here..."

"Although there has been no activity for over six months,...that doesn't mean this crazy woman is giving up."

As if remembering Polka Kakamu's madness in that "dream", Jiang Mo couldn't help but frowned, and then sighed softly.

"What sin did I commit in my past life to deserve the attention of this crazy, yandere..."

"Oh, forget it. I don't want to think about it anymore. The more I think about it, the worse it gets. I still prefer the sweet and soft Black Tower. He's so good and obedient, and he doesn't make any noise..."

Jiang Mo shook his head, selectively forgot those unfriendly memories, and then got up and went to the room in the black tower.

People are always like this, they will ruthlessly throw most of the problems that cannot be solved now to their future selves to solve, while they enjoy the momentary joy in front of them...

Isn’t this also a form of “joyful” existence?

......

Looking at the academic materials and calculation data in front of him, Heita sighed softly, then leaned back in his chair somewhat tiredly.

“Something feels wrong…”

Heita pursed his lips, unable to figure out what went wrong for a moment.

I had clearly calculated it thoroughly last night when I was sleeping with Jiang Mo, so there should be no problem...

But why can't she figure it out no matter how hard she tries?

"Did I over-count the variables last night? Or... did I make a mistake?"

Heita tilted his head and looked at the lamp on the ceiling of his room, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

Looking at the dull-looking Black Tower beside him, Jiang Mo sighed slightly, then said earnestly:

"So I say - don't push yourself too hard. Aren't you just trapped in a logical loop now?"

"This kind of thing can't be rushed. We have plenty of time and energy to do it, and... we're not short of resources right now."

As Jiang Mo spoke, he also leaned back in his chair and looked up at the lamp at the top of the room with Heita.

"The computing power and excess academic resources that Partivia has allocated to us are enough for us to use for the next twenty years. There's no need to rush."

“As long as your ideas are bold enough, there’s no need to write papers or anything like that, because you’re serving yourself.”

"You can even just write one paper your entire life, as long as you're happy—that's something even the Masked Fool and his crazy bunch can understand."

Hearing Jiang Mo's words, Heita fell into a brief silence. After a while, he turned his head slightly, looked at Jiang Mo's profile, and said softly:

"I just think... the sooner I can finish this seemingly impossible research, the sooner I'll know where my limits are."

"Didn't you say before? A scholar's best quality is that he always asks questions and never stops to think."

"I wanted to see if I could become that kind of scholar. I also wanted to know... my own limits, having been called a 'genius' since I was a child."

"but..."

"You're right, I was a little too anxious, so..."

As Heita spoke, he slowly sat up from his chair and then gently pulled Jiang Mo's sleeve.

"Come on, lie down with me for a while. I'm also thinking about how to deal with this set of data."

"Uh-huh?"

Hearing Heita's words, Jiang Mo nodded subconsciously, but soon... he realized that something was wrong.

WTF?

Jiang Mo looked at the pair of crimson eyes that were staring at him quite seriously with some disbelief. For a moment he couldn't see through Black Tower's true thoughts at this moment.

Did she simply want to lie down with him for a while, or...did she want to lie down for a while because she couldn't figure it out?

Although it is just a simple motivation issue, starting from this point we can figure out what the current state of the Black Tower is.

If it is the latter, it is not difficult to say, after all, it is the routine operation of the Black Tower.

But if it is the former, then it means that he will have to be more careful in what he says and does next.

Don't let Black Tower's possessiveness kick in because of a conversation with a female passerby, then tie him up and take him to the basement to train him hard♂♀

However, just when Jiang Mo was daydreaming, Heita had already dragged him to her small bed, then pressed his shoulders to let him sit down, and she herself... rested her head quite comfortably on Jiang Mo's thighs.

Just like what was said before, some things only have the zeroth and the countless times. For Heita...resting his head on Jiang Mo's legs and enjoying the rare peaceful time is one of them.

As time passed, in the blink of an eye it was the "off-get off work time" that she and Jiang Mo had agreed upon.

Heita held his chin with one hand, looked at the gradually sinking sunset outside the window, and took out his diary from the drawer.

April 12th: I suddenly felt that Jiang Mo's thighs must be a good pillow. Lying on them always gives me a sense of security, and it seems to promote thinking.

April 13th: Reading academic materials while resting my head on Jiang Mo's thighs

April 14th: Reading academic materials while resting my head on Jiang Mo's thighs

April 15th, Black Tower, oh Black Tower, how could you be so depraved! Have you completed the research plan you set with Jiang Mo? Zandar once said that the most challenging challenge is to challenge yourself. You can't go on like this!

April 16th: Reading academic materials while resting my head on Jiang Mo's thighs

Having written this, the corners of Heita's mouth couldn't help but twitch, and the expression on his face was a little...subtle for a moment.

But soon, her attention shifted from her "degenerate" life to the date.

According to the news that he "accidentally" heard before, today should be the day when Jiang Mo will celebrate his birthday.

but...

"I've been discussing whether or not to prepare a gift for Jiang Mo, but it seems... I still have no idea."

As Heita spoke, he turned his head to look at the dressing mirror beside him, a thoughtful look appearing on his face.

So far, the only person Jiang Mo has shown obvious affection for in front of her seems to be herself, and that is herself who can be used as a dress-up doll.

"You can't just wrap a red ribbon around yourself, put yourself in a gift box, and give yourself as a gift to him, right?"

Heita couldn't help but think so.

Chapter 58: Not Sisters, Are You Playing Night Raid? (6/10)

Whether in the space station or in the memory bubble, Jiang Mo rarely works overtime.

When he was in the space station, he would leave as soon as his shift was over, and this was even more so in the memory bubble.

Even after he became Heita's tutor, he did not deliberately burn the midnight oil and work overtime to organize various academic materials.

But today was different. The desk lamp in Jiang Mo's room was rarely lit.

He was sitting under the light, looking at the full schedule on the table, and lightly scribbling something.

"The cake problem has been solved. The recipe has been optimized. It should taste better than the previous one..."

"The flower problem has been solved. The owner of the flower shop should deliver the flowers early tomorrow morning..."

"Then there's the matter of setting the scene. Although I've asked the robot butler to help with some of the setup, I'm still a little apprehensive about the robot's aesthetics..."

Thinking of this, a look of helplessness appeared on Jiang Mo's face.

To be honest, if it weren't for the lack of time and the need to act covertly, he would never let a robot do such a thing.

God knows how many things they can create with their aesthetic taste that will make people turn black at first sight.

Ever since the actions of the "Machine Emperor" Rupert nearly destroyed all organic life in the universe, all mechanical research and development companies in the universe are not allowed to give robots too high intelligence.

On the one hand, it is to protect the organic life population from being crushed by inorganic life, and on the other hand, it is to respect the laws of the birth of inorganic life.

After all, the king of Screw Star is a "genius" in the "Genius Club", and his identity deserves this level of respect.

As for intelligent matters...then organic life can only trouble them to do some things themselves.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo sighed slightly, as if he was a little helpless about this.

"Let's wait until Black Tower goes to sleep and see how the arrangement is going. If it doesn't work, we can make adjustments in time..."

Jiang Mo thought about it and made a corresponding remedial plan. Then he put down the photon pen in his hand and looked up at the starry sky dotted on the night sky.

After finishing his care and protection for the Black Tower, all he needs to consider is... his own business.

"Polka Kakamu's appearance is definitely not accidental. As a defender of the borders of the 'Unknown Realm', she will definitely not allow the Black Tower to continue to break through..."

"Looking at it this way, if Black Tower wants to become a Commander, he'll have to see if this crazy woman will allow Black Tower to break through the 'Unknown Realm'."

"Besides, she's already marked me. It's hard to say what this crazy woman will do in the end..."

"If you want to fight her, you must have at least the power of a Commander, otherwise don't even think about it."

"But if you want Black Tower to become a commanding envoy, it depends on when Master Boshi is ready to recognize Black Tower's achievements and creations."

"Tsk, the logic is closed... If you want to fight Polka, you have to make Black Tower the commander. If you want Black Tower to be the commander, you have to fight Polka. Ensure that the experimental results will attract the attention of Master Boshi..."

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo couldn't help but frowned.

What he hated most was the current situation, where he had no control over his own destiny - just like the cosmic dust that could be seen everywhere, with no meaning of existence.

Just as Jiang Mo was thinking about how to break the deadlock, a bewitching laugh suddenly sounded in his mind.

At the same time, the red light curtain also appeared in front of him very cooperatively.

"Why are you so obsessed with making Heita the Order Master? Why don't you become the Order Master before her?"

"As long as you promise Ah Ha to bring me more 'joy' in the future, I will lend my power to you—no no no, I will give it to you as a gift, so that you can have the power of a messenger, whether in or outside of the memory bubble. How do you do that?"

Looking at the red light curtain in front of him, Jiang Mo tilted his head slightly, then sneered and waved his hand.

"That's about it, haha. There's a limit to how much you can say when you're trying to deceive people. I told you - unless you give me the power directly, there's no point."

[Hey, don't be so stubborn. It's just a memory bubble, what's the big deal?]

[Look, the last time you rejected the option Aha offered you, didn't Aha say anything?]

"These are two completely different things...don't try to confuse the concepts here."

Jiang Mo rubbed his temples with a headache, feeling a little annoyed with Ah Ha's tireless pimping behavior.

He is still making empty promises. It is obvious that giving some practical benefits can gradually build trust, but He just doesn't do that.

Just like the situation before where you only spoke half of what you wanted to say, is there something gag stuffed in your mouth that prevents you from speaking?

Can't you interfere with the specific attributes of an entry? Then why don't you cultivate feelings for a similar entry?

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had thought of a possibility.

"Hiss... Is there a limit to Ahaha's ability to interfere? Otherwise, there's no way he couldn't have thought of these easy solutions."

"I can't say any special words, and I can't influence the atmosphere at crucial moments. I can only appear and act like a little ghost at very rare and special moments..."

“I feel like this statement is becoming more and more reliable…”

Jiang Mo touched his chin lightly, and then made a preliminary judgment on Aha - the female oyster devil!

Of course, we can't be too absolute. What if this guy just wants to see me like this?

Because it was Aha who said these words and did these things, he had no way of using common sense to define the logic of His behavior.

"Oh, what a hassle..."

Jiang Mo rolled his eyes to the sky, then turned off the desk lamp and fell on his bed without hesitation, planning to rest for a while before going to see how the birthday venue was decorated.

However, just as he lay down on the bed... he suddenly heard a rustling noise coming from the door of his room.

"...?"

Jiang Mo looked at the door handle, which seemed to be being turned by someone, with some confusion, and a big question mark appeared above his head.

Huh? It's haunted in the middle of the night?

As he thought this, he looked down at the rose mark on his collarbone and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that it was still as quiet as usual.

Fortunately, it might be a ghost, but it definitely couldn't be Polka Kakamu.