Chapter 477: Zhang Jie Withdrawal Syndrome

Zhang Jie:.......

"I'm inexperienced; to be honest, my first reaction is that you should be a Ship Life."

"Well, mortal flesh is frail and fragile, but a hormone and carbon-based brain has a higher limit than silicon-based; I still quite like using a carbon-based body."

"Especially a young person's body has peak vitality and appearance, and the richest bodily hormones, which lets me feel the sense of 'existence'."

"I stand corrected."

"Well, not enough to drink, tell me."

Yuan finished speaking and began to close his eyes to rest; the two hadn't waited long when a white-haired old man was helped into the laboratory.

"Teacher...."

"I'm here...."

Zhang Jie slightly widened his eyes, looking at the old man; if he heard correctly, he said... Teacher?

He looked doubtfully at Yuan beside him, while the other opened his eyes and gazed at him complexly.

"You came? Sit."

Zhang Jie watched as the person was shakily helped into the chair; that half-dead appearance made Zhang Jie even fear he'd die in the laboratory.

Can such an old person conduct research?

Zhang Jie turned his gaze back to Yuan, and coincidentally, the other also looked at him.

"You know how to do intramuscular injection; go, inject this into his arm."

"Hey, no need, I'll do it myself."

The old man shakily took the needle, picked a spot at random, and stuck it in.

As the medicine was injected, his complexion gradually improved, but oddly, he didn't inject all of the medicine into his body.

"?"

"You know my teacher; this is enough to support my research on this project."

His speech became full of vigor; just a moment later, a few strands of black hair appeared on his head.

"Let me introduce, this is my student; he graduated a few hundred years ago."

"He's also the only one still alive now, though he'll die after a while."

Zhang Jie:?

He felt his CPU was smoking a bit; given Yuan's ability, prolonging this old man's life shouldn't be difficult.

Just that one injection made him much better; this miraculous substance surely couldn't let his lifespan run out.

"Don't doubt it; this guy just doesn't want to live."

"Hehe, teacher, don't tease me."

"This must be your new student, hello hello."

The old man extended his hand; Zhang Jie returned the grip.

"In that case, I count as your senior brother; just call me Huang Luo."

"He graduated twenty-one courses in one go; this little thing is much stronger than you were back then."

"Haha, being able to work with a genius is indeed my honor."

"If we're talking genius, he doesn't qualify yet; as for flattery, don't overdo it—let's get into state."

Yuan's words were sharp; he rose and gestured for the two to follow. Looking at his back, Huang Luo, like an old mischievous child, helplessly shrugged at Zhang Jie.

"Don't mind it; the teacher usually speaks like this; she's actually still quite personable."

"Understood; remarkable people usually have a few quirks."

"Yuan's action efficiency is indeed high; say the word and we start, immediately preparing to research the Nightmare in your brain."

"And this is also the first time you've felt fear from the Nightmare in your brain; this arrogant guy has finally been scared by Yuan's ability."

Huang Luo, as an expert in carbon-based neurology, effortlessly projected everything of the Nightmare onto the holographic equipment, while Yuan easily severed its connection with Zhang Jie.

Now it, lacking the ability to connect to the Nightmare nervous system and also lacking any connection with Zhang Jie, has become completely isolated.

Now it.... cough, the swearing is a bit dirty....

"You *** Zhang Jie!!!"

"I ******"

The Nightmare's current form is like a living blob of slime, constantly bumping around in the electronic equipment, and swearing extremely filthily.

You can tell this thing is genuinely scared this time.

"You dead woman, dare to touch me! I'll beat you up!!"

"I'll make your ** all **, I'll make you regret a lifetime! You **"

"Don't touch me!!!"

(The Nightmare's sharp bursting sound.....)

Yuan's hands kept operating something; he looked like he wasn't angry, but actually he was fuming, which could be seen from the Nightmare's sound growing weaker.....

"That teacher, don't torment it; this thing is after all also my helper."

"Hmph."

Yuan let out a hum, stopped his hand movements, and looked at Zhang Jie beside him.

"It cursed me; you say what should be done."

"Um, then hit him a bit more."

Zhang Jie chose to submit; after all, this thing has also gotten its fair share of kicks in his brain, and he's gotten used to being hit.

"Zhang Jie! I! *! You! *!!!!"

"The Nightmare burned out; the thing returned to your brain and hasn't bothered you for several days, but likewise you haven't had time to bother it; these days you've been completely immersed in researching the Nightmare, not even going home a few times."

If there was no check-in, Xiao Jiu even almost thought you were being cut open and studied by Yuan, and she seems not used to the days without you; one morning she came to the lab where you are.

Zhang Jie watched Xiao Jiu, who had pounced on him and was rubbing her belly against him the moment they met, and he happily rubbed her head.

It's only been a few days since we last saw each other, how did you get so clingy?

I miss humans....

Xiao Jiu sniffed, the familiar scent came, and Xiao Jiu only felt a sense of relief; at this moment, she suddenly thought of the matter Qiong had asked her to consider.

Only a few days have passed, less than a week; just this short time without seeing humans, she's already like this.

She seems to have contracted a disease....

A disease called Zhang Jie Withdrawal Syndrome....

Specifically, it manifests as feeling awful all over if she can't get Zhang Jie.

Human... when will you go home?

Um... after a while, I've been busy researching stuff lately.

Then... can I come over to keep you company?

Um... it's not easy to explain to Professor Yuan....

Is that so... then I'll leave....

Xiao Jiu instantly slumped; Zhang Jie always felt Xiao Jiu was a bit coquettish, but he didn't think much of it, after all, how could a pure little ship girl have so many thoughts?

Um... so how can we convince Yuan? Or at least how can we make her a bit happier?

Got it!

It's not impossible, Xiao Jiu like this.

Do you know where the desserts are the best?

(It's year-end, time really flies!)

(Since it's the year-end of the Year of the Snake, ginseng will not forget its original intention once again!)

(Wishing all godfathers more and more Years of the Snake!)