Am I destined to be cannon fodder? Unlock the system and lead the motherland

Chapter 84 Enthusiastic Aunt

"If you really think you have 'CEO syndrome', the late stage kind, I advise you to take a taxi and go to the hospital emergency room right away, and don't act out your 'domineering CEO's willful routine' here with me. I, Yun Ximo, am not one of those heroines in romance novels who smiles even when the male protagonist tortures her to death. I don't have the time to ride your emotional roller coaster with you. 'Unconditional accommodation' is not in my vocabulary."

As soon as the words fell, the person on the other end of the phone hung up, leaving behind a series of cold "beep" sounds that were colder than the Arctic.

The disconnection tone tells you clearly: [Your call time has run out. Please leave.]

The other party threw it directly and cleanly into the "Recycle Bin of Memories", and considerately performed a "one-click clearing" without leaving any residue.

Shi Heshen was not willing to give up and kept struggling with his phone, pressing and poking it left and right, hoping to poke a hole in the screen.

As a result, his other number also gloriously became a VIP member on the other party's blacklist.

Yun Ximo, on the other side, raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes flickering with a hint of teasing: Is this guy a cockroach? An indestructible cockroach.

Qu Yan, who was standing by, witnessed all of this and was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. "Brother He Shen, is she... is she really no longer the dog that chased after you? This is impossible..."

Qu Yan's words were like pouring a bucket of gasoline on the already blazing fire of Shi Heshen's irritability. In an instant, with a "bang", his irritability exploded into fireworks, brilliant and desperate.

Shi He took another deep drag on his cigarette and put the poor little thing out in the innocent ashtray. The last wisp of smoke from the cigarette butt wailed: "Who did I offend?"

An unprecedented sense of emptiness quietly spread, like a bottomless black hole, bringing unprecedented anxiety and loss.

At the same time - Wei Qi's current state had the word "confused" written all over his face in bold letters.

The music stopped abruptly when the car stereo paused.

The lingering sound of Yun Ximo's phone call just now - especially the voice on the other end that sounded a little familiar, had he heard it somewhere before?

Because there are so few clues, it's like watching a foreign movie without subtitles, and you have to rely on guessing.

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Yun Ximo was quite calm, as if saying, "Sister, I never play by the rules."

As his fingers flew, another number was added to the blacklist.

Shi Heshen's new number? Blocked! His old number? It's already been on the blacklist!
This guy must be too idle. He has so many numbers that they are like stars, and he can’t count them all.

"Do you really think she, Yun Ximo, is the heroine in a sadistic novel? Bah, I won't accept this kind of script!"

Wei Qi turned around and asked, "Shi Heshen?"

Yun Ximo's reaction was as if she was suddenly struck by lightning. She was stunned for half a second before she exclaimed "Ah?" and answered with gritted teeth: "Yes, damn scumbag!" Her tone showed that she wished Shi Heshen was right in front of her so that she could kill him with a look.

Looking at the dazed Yun Ximo, Wei Qi held back his laughter. This girl was so funny.

However, he still commented seriously: "So direct."

When Yun Ximo heard this, her brows furrowed, a hint of doubt and vigilance flashing across her eyes, as if she were conducting a quick identity check. She immediately asked, "Are you the good brother of that damn scumbag? Are you here to cause trouble?"

When this question came out, Wei Qi was completely confused. He thought: Shi Heshen is my brother? Is he worthy? He and I are not related at all!
So he quickly put on an innocent expression of a "misunderstood little white rabbit" and quickly explained: "I don't know him, I don't know him! I'm face-blind, but I can't remember the face of a scumbag!"

"Stop at the side road across the way." Yun Ximo glanced at the phone screen and smiled, "Thanks, buddy. I'll definitely bribe your wheels with a big meal someday."

"It's already six o'clock, and the dinner bell is about to ring." Wei Qi's originally upturned mouth corners seemed to be pulled by the setting sun, and slowly retracted, and he said seriously.

But the moment he turned around, his tone suddenly changed, and he said half-seriously, "How about I shamelessly go to your uncle's house for a home-cooked meal? I heard that the food there, although simple, has the taste of home. I'm a 'lonely ghost' who has lived in the city for a long time, and I haven't tasted the fireworks of the world in a long time."

Yun Ximo picked up the hood of her coat and put it on her head. She turned around and looked at Wei Qi with a half-smile, her eyes full of doubt as if to say, "Are you kidding me?"

"Go to my uncle's house and enjoy those 'simple meals'? Are you tired of the delicacies from land and sea, and want to 'remember the bitterness and think of the sweetness' and experience 'grassroots life'? You can have everything in your dreams, but don't even think about it in reality."

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He persisted, his tone dragging out longer than a bowl of ramen: "I'm in a food desert, and my eyes are full of hungry little stars."

"The lights are dimming, and I've become a soul with nowhere to go. How about you be kind enough to take a poor wanderer like me in? Given our fate, shouldn't I have a seat at your table?"

Yun Ximo didn't buy it. She opened the car door and stood up straight.

"Master Wei, if you could add a bit of sincerity to your words, maybe I could really be fooled by you. But right now, your acting skills are only good enough to get likes on WeChat Moments."

"No place to eat? Your sense of humor is nowhere to be found in the entire collection of jokes. Unfortunately, although I am kindhearted, a place at the table in your uncle's house is extremely valuable. I can't help you. You'd better find a better job!"

Yun Ximo stood under a banyan tree that was so old that it could tell a history lesson. When she looked up, her coat and hat inadvertently slipped onto her shoulders.

It illustrates the life philosophy that "the head can be cut off, but the hairstyle cannot be messed up, but the hat has its own ideas."

The old banyan tree nearby is a veteran, a man who has weathered many storms, standing tall for millennia. Wind, frost, rain, and snow are all its afternoon tea topics. It stands there leisurely, and the smaller banyan trees on either side are like its apprentices, lazily basking in the sunset: "Look at the master! This is the tranquility of time. We are still learning!"
The setting sun and shadows are like naughty children in the sky. They play a light and shadow chasing game through the gaps between the banyan trees and jump freely on the ground, adding a bit of dynamism and vitality to this tranquil picture.

Just as Yun Ximo was about to engage in deep meditation on the beautiful sunset, a string of crisp laughter was like dewdrops in a summer morning, crystal clear and striking her heart.

She turned her head and her eyes fell on a few little girls playing shuttlecock not far away.

My heart was beating fast: Hey, older children, it’s your turn!

The next second, she swung her backpack gracefully, landed perfectly on the ground, and joined the shuttlecock kicking army without hesitation. It was like "a veteran comes out and is worth two".

At the other end of the intersection, a black Koenigsegg stopped quietly. Its low-key and luxurious luster was like a quiet pause in the hustle and bustle of the bustling city.

The driver sat in a relaxed yet alert posture, one hand resting lightly on the steering wheel, always ready to deal with any unexpected changes.

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The real focus of attention was on the young man in the back seat.

He seemed like a handsome young man who had jumped out of a painting of upper-class society, wearing a spotless white shirt with every button fastened rigorously. This not only demonstrated his extreme demands on his external image, but also was a vivid portrayal of his inner order and rigorous attitude.

His dark eyes were as calm as water, and his skin was a cold white without any flaws, which further highlighted his cold temperament.

He casually tapped the computer screen with his fingertips and opened an attachment in an email at random.

Just a quick glance and keen observation can catch the flaws.

Her thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and her fingers danced lightly on the keyboard, leaving behind a short but powerful message: "Unqualified researchers must be replaced as soon as possible."

Wen Muyan took out his mobile phone, and the video invitation screen lit up. He pressed the answer button, and a video call interface appeared.

In the scene, a man in a bulky protective suit suddenly jumped out, a playful smile on his face: "Hey, Master Wen, are you trying to stir up some new trouble? Or are you still not impressed by these researchers?"

Facing this slightly playful opening remark, Wen Muyan replied sparingly: "Speak."

He didn't need any extra courtesy and got straight to the point.

Seeing this, the other party's smile quickly faded, but a hint of amusement still lingered in his tone. "Ever since your last 'internal rectification'—oh, no, 'cleansing operation'—the third batch of intern researchers you replaced have been furious, signing a joint petition to the Ministry of Science and Technology. This time, it's the same old tune again, with so many people that they could almost form a small team. Young Master Wen, your reputation for 'impartiality' and 'impartiality' is truly growing stronger and stronger, and its reputation is spreading further and further."

Wen Muyan's face was icy, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. He pointed out mercilessly: "It doesn't matter. My lab only welcomes truly talented people. I don't need any burdens to hold me back."

After finishing the call, Wen Muyan then turned his gaze to the world outside the car window.

The car window is like an exquisite picture frame, capturing a scene full of warmth: a girl in a black coat, with her sleeves casually rolled up, is happily playing shuttlecock kicking with several little girls.

The laughter was as clear and sweet as a silver bell, like a ray of warm sunshine penetrating the clouds in winter.

The sudden appearance of a sanitation vehicle, like an untimely intruder, broke this harmony.

It roared past, raising a cloud of dust...

At this moment, Luo Luo, the untimely "little troublemaker" jumped out: "Momo, is it fun to play with the little brat?"

Yun Ximo had a look on her face that said, "What do you know? This is called returning to basics." She picked up her backpack, threw it with a beautiful spin, and it landed steadily behind her. She replied coolly, "Yeah, it's pretty good. It's just that I'm old and weak, so I almost couldn't keep up with them. I feel like I'm one step further away from graduating from kindergarten."

The original owner's uncle lives in the old city of Dongcheng. His home is located in Goldfish Lane, a popular check-in destination for internet celebrities on a pedestrian street. He can come across an "internet celebrity" every three steps, and he feels like he is being blinded by these small shops!

Here, the desserts are so sweet that they can make you sick, but everyone loves them.

The aroma of coffee is so fragrant that it can make you get lost, yet coffee lovers happily wander through it;

The barbecue, with its sizzling sound and fragrant aroma, is a paradise for foodies.
Oh yes, there is also the snail noodle, which is so "stinky" that it reaches a new level, but it has a magical power that makes people unable to stop. Once you take a bite, it feels like you are under a spell and you can't stop at all.

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Even more amazing is that there's actually a mailbox here! In this digital age, it's like a time machine, a constant reminder: "Don't forget the romantic existence of 'slow delivery'!"

Of course, those fashionable clothing stores are also indispensable. Every piece of clothing looks like a model just walked down the T-stage, which makes people dazzled.

Speaking of old streets and alleys, they are not ordinary roads. They are "storybooks" carved out by the rings of history. It seems that you can hear the whispers of history with every step.

The shimmering Baili River across the way is as beautiful as a painting, not only a breathtaking sight but also a symbol of peace between the two countries. The pedestrian street faces it from afar, the only thing separating them not from each other but an international joke: "Come on, let's hurt each other!" It's a laughable joke.

But then again, just when you are immersed in this historical atmosphere, the fork at the end of the street is like a "no man's land" and suddenly makes a 180-degree turn.

There are all kinds of people in there, including demons and monsters, as chaotic as a pot of boiling eight-treasure porridge. You have to avoid those "suspicious elements".

As for my uncle's residence, I walked around Goldfish Alley for a long time and finally found it among rows of bungalows.

At half past six, the sun sets, as if it is also planning to leave work early and have dinner.

The iron gate was surrounded by flowers, and the rich fragrance of flowers filled every inch of the air around it, enough to make people fall to the ground intoxicated...

There was a knock on the door.

My aunt ran to the door, muttering to herself, "Who is this? He's knocking so hard!"

As a result, when the door opened, my aunt was stunned.

Standing outside the door was a girl who hadn't been here for two years.

Under the light, her black hair seemed to be dyed by the night. Under the dim light, her face was hazy and mysterious, with a layer of light mist.

My aunt was stunned for a long time before finally uttering two words, her voice trembling like leaves in the wind: "...Momo?"

After all, she wasn't the real original owner, but Yun Ximo, meeting her aunt for the first time. With a lazy yet striking face, she softly said, "Hello."

A smile is like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, warm but not dazzling.

My aunt looked at Yun Ximo carefully again, her brows furrowed, her face full of worry: "Tell me quickly, did the Yun family bully you? Why have you lost so much weight?"

(End of this chapter)