Simulation Game: Crisis Management-Chapter 266 - 140: Liangben_2

Gu Ji couldn't be bothered with this girl.

The mountain city's hotpot in the afternoon was too spicy, so he washed his face, lay on the bed, and fell asleep immediately.

By the time he opened his eyes again, it was almost evening.

Gu Ji rubbed his sleepy eyes. Chen Zhiyu had unknowingly fallen asleep on the table, the orange-red sunset casting through the window, merging with the post-drinking blush on her cheeks, making her look charming and cute.

He picked up a blanket and quietly approached her.

A pleasant scent came to him, and Gu Ji gently draped the blanket over Chen Zhiyu. From such a close distance, he could even see her soft red lips slightly parting with her breaths.

Gulp, for some reason, Gu Ji felt as if those alluring red lips were like a black hole, drawing him closer.

Just as he leaned in.

Chen Zhiyu seemed to sense something, suddenly opened her eyes, and met Gu Ji's gaze.

Their faces were just a centimeter apart.

They could even clearly feel each other's breath on their faces, warm and tinged with a strong sense of hormones.

Chen Zhiyu: "..."

Gu Ji: "..."

They awkwardly stared at each other for a full four or five seconds. Finally, Chen Zhiyu broke the silence, covering her flushed cheeks with her hand, "How did I fall asleep?"

"Ah, I just woke up too. I saw you lying on the table and was afraid you'd catch a cold, so I covered you with a blanket."

Gu Ji quickly stood up to create some distance, scratching his head and explaining.

Chen Zhiyu clutched the blanket and thanked him. Seeing it was getting late, she closed the tactical notes: "The points you recorded are very useful. Let me take them home for a few days. I'll return them by the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

"Of course, no problem. Want to stay for dinner?"

"No, I have some things to take care of. Let's meet next week!"

"Ah, okay, I'll see you off then..."

Gu Ji escorted Chen Zhiyu downstairs, and only after watching her get into the car did he finally relax, muttering under his breath, "Damn, that was so awkward, almost lost face big time!"

He attributed the earlier awkward scene to the long-term tension of the bomb stage in the Crisis Management Game.

Just like frontline troops needing psychologists.

Soldiers in high-pressure environments often need an outlet. They either talk to psychologists, drink, smoke, or fool around with women...

So the next day, Saturday.

Gu Ji didn't join Gao Bo at the police training base, but having seen the elite special forces from the seven provinces of Xia Dong, Gao Bo was pumped up and didn't want to miss any opportunity to get stronger, so he trained alone.

Meanwhile, Gu Ji stayed home, planning to learn a few more languages to refresh his mind.

Coincidentally, the language specialization imprint gained from the World War II stage still retained some knowledge memories, greatly enhancing his learning speed.

But online language resources had small fonts and weren't as convenient to read as books.

Gu Ji had a sudden idea, recalling that his ex-girlfriend from Normal University had many language books, so he contacted her on WeChat.

Their breakup had been amicable, with no hard feelings.

So she readily agreed and told him he could come pick them up anytime.

Gu Ji quickly went downstairs, took a taxi to Normal University.

Back in the university city, looking at the police academy gates, he couldn't help but feel nostalgic. In just over two months, he was no longer the same naive almost-graduate as before.

Practical experience is always the fastest path to growth.

"Gu Ji?"

A tall, fair-skinned girl carrying a bag approached and asked. She wore a green floral dress, revealing her slender white arms, with slightly curled long hair draping over her shoulders, gently swaying in the breeze—a typical image of a gentle, artistic girl.

It was Ding Lan, Gu Ji's ex-girlfriend whom he dated for a year in university.

"Ding Lan, sorry to trouble you, really!"

"It's nothing, just a trifling matter. I didn't know you were so interested in languages. These are the books you wanted."

Ding Lan generously handed over the bag.

Gu Ji took it and chuckled lightly.

"I'm just browsing. Recently went on a trip to Xiangzhou and wanted to pick up a few more languages. Let me buy you a drink."

"Alright."

Ding Lan nodded, and they walked side by side down the university city sidewalk, "Congratulations! I heard your performance at the graduation ceremony was outstanding. Everyone at the school was talking about you!"

"Ah, that was a long time ago..."

While Ding Lan continued at the school due to her early admission into graduate studies in her third year, she naturally heard about students' affairs. For Gu Ji, because of the real-time differences in the Crisis Management Game stages, he had actually gone through over four months.

If she hadn't mentioned it, he would've already forgotten about graduation.

Seeing that Gu Ji didn't follow up on her topic, Ding Lan wisely fell silent.

Although it had been a while since their breakup, they still saw each other's updates on social media, even though since joining the police system, Gu Ji's posts were all government re-shares. At least the previous impressions remained.

Seeing him today, Ding Lan couldn't shake the feeling that he was somewhat unfamiliar.

As if the youthful vigor of Gu Ji was slowly disappearing, replaced by an air of uncertainty, especially with a hint of aggression coming off him, like a predator lying in wait.

Yet, oddly enough, she found it reassuring.

They had a simple drink and casually chatted about recent happenings.

Ding Lan's topics were mostly about studies and career development.

But what Gu Ji cared about was how to quickly improve himself, and things like Volut, his father's disappearance. In other words, they weren't on the same wavelength.

So he gave a few perfunctory responses and found an excuse to leave.

Watching his departing figure, Ding Lan sipped her drink, lost in thought.

Back at home, Gu Ji opened the German book, and sure enough, as the language he used the most during the stages, the basic letters and grammar quickly filled his mind like a bubbling spring.

Thus, for the next few days,

He spent his days on duty with Gao Bo, and would return home to study languages at night.

Besides continuing to strengthen his English, he's also delved into German, Arabic, Russian, Hindi, and other widely used languages globally.

When he encountered difficulties, he sought help from Ding Lan.

However, compared to the direct boost from the imprint, learning on his own was very slow, but since this wasn't his main focus, Gu Ji wasn't in a rush.

Finally, the Mid-Autumn Festival came.

Gao Bo eagerly contacted him two days in advance, wanting to plan where to go for the holiday and which friends to invite.

Gu Ji thought for a moment.

"Why not invite Monk and the others along?"

"Monk and the others? Sure!"

Gao Bo knew he was referring to Liu Weijun, Zhou Yang, and Zhao Hua, whom they'd attended the Xiangzhou exchange meeting with. They had a good time in Xiangzhou, and he liked their personalities.

But the next moment, he realized something was amiss.

"Wait a minute, Gu Ji, if we invite Monk's group, shouldn't we also ask Wu Kang?"

"We can invite him. Wu Kang is our classmate, and he was very cooperative during the Xiangzhou trainings. Honestly, he didn't do anything inappropriate, so there's no need to always give him the cold shoulder."

Gu Ji didn't particularly dislike Wu Kang.

Especially after his performance during the final moments of the Xiangzhou practical exercises, it made Wu Kang seem pretty reliable in critical times.

Gao Bo wasn't petty, so he asked in the group's Xiangzhou exchange meeting chat.

Liu Weijun was the first to respond: "Sure, didn't have any plans for Mid-Autumn anyway!"

Zhao Hua: "Being alone at home isn't much fun either."

Zhou Yang: "Great! Mind if I bring my partner?"

Liu Weijun: "Get lost! Don't rub it in for us single folks!"

Gao Bo: "Hahaha, of course you can, the more, the merrier!"

Wu Kang: "Count me in."