Chapter 168 Unfair
Ji Chengyue was heartbroken.
She stuffed her signature and mobile phone back into her bag in a daze, stood up and stumbled, speaking incoherently: "Sorry... I, I disturbed you, it's me... I can't accept it... I'm leaving."
She walked out with her bag and almost tripped over herself.
Dr. Ken quickly caught her.
Nolan sighed: "Ms. Ji, I won't see you off... Ken, find someone to take her back to the hotel."
Dr. Ken took Ji Chengyue, who was in a good mood, to the underground garage and entrusted his family driver to send Ji Chengyue away.
After sending her off, the doctor returned to the restaurant and unexpectedly found that Nolan had not left yet.
Dr. Ken sighed: "Did it bring back your sad memories again?"
Nolan didn't speak.
"To be honest, I doubt whether this Cheng Ling has any magic. After she left, why are so many people abnormal? Amos is one, you are one, and now there is another Ji Chengyue..."
As he said, Ken approached Nolan.
I found that Nolan was wearing a Bluetooth headset and watching a video on his pocket computer.
In the video, the thin black-haired and black-eyed female star was standing on the deck, directing.
"Fuck! Nolan, have you been infected by Ji's madness?! Why are you still looking at this female star! Please, this person just has the same name as your captain! My God... Why don't you all follow science!"
On the computer screen, the live broadcast of "Slow Enjoyment of Life" was in progress. Nolan waved his hand like chasing away flies: "Shh, don't make noise."
"Didn't you just tell Ji that she could never be Captain Cheng Ling?" Ken pulled off one of Nolan's Bluetooth headphones.
"I did. But I'm interested in this person with the same name as the captain."
Dr. Ken looked at him with a scumbag look: "Oh my God! You don't want to pin your feelings of longing on this female star, do you?"
"Just treat me as I am."
Nolan looked at Cheng Ling on the screen.
She leaned on the railing, with most of her body out of the fishing boat, pointing to a place on the sea, asking the fishing boat to go over and cast the net.
The sea breeze blew up her bangs, revealing her smooth forehead.
Her face was calm and gentle.
The size of her pupils did not change at all.
How could this be the captain?
He was hiding a big secret of the captain that no one knew about:
Cheng Ling had very serious thalassophobia (English: Thalassophobia).
This is a strong and persistent fear of the ocean.
Mainly manifested in that as long as she was close to the sea, she would show uncontrollable uneasiness and anxiety.
Chest tightness, shortness of breath, panic, sweating, shaking hands and feet.
She would try to avoid getting close to the sea or the boat.
If she had to get on the boat, she would also try to avoid facing the sea as much as possible.
The female star on the screen was so calm, looking at the endless sea, without the slightest fear or anxiety, but looking like she was enjoying herself.
A trace of sadness flashed through Nolan's heart.
What am I doing?
He closed the live video, then cleared all his browsing traces, put his pocket computer in his pocket, and stood up.
"Ken, Ms. Ji's visit today must be kept secret. Also, she has a grudge against Amos, so find someone to secretly protect her until she leaves America safely."
"Have you lost interest so quickly?" Dr. Ken breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well... except for the name, there is really no resemblance to my captain."
"I'm relieved that you can recognize this." Ken said seriously.
Nolan is a crazy guy.
If he really has an interest in this Chinese female star, I'm afraid he can do anything.
Hostage, house arrest, brainwashing...
Nolan patted Ken on the shoulder and sighed, "I just think, this world is so unfair."
"They are all called Cheng Ling, some of them can live a happy life without worries. Some of them... live so hard, but never enjoy a happy day."
"God does not exist."
"No more, I'm going to perform my mission."
*
"It's there, where the seabirds are circling, cast the net there."
Cheng Ling faced the sea, holding down her hair blown by the wind with her hands.
The crew threw the net towards the sea where the birds were circling.
The fishing net spread out in the air, facing the orange light of the rising sun, drawing a beautiful fan shape in the air, and finally turned into a circle, and then fell into the sea with a splash.
The captain calculated the time in his mind: "Listen! Count down to three and prepare to collect the nets."
"Three."
"Two."
"One! Collect!"
"Pull hard! Hey! The Dragon King is rewarding! Hey! Big fortune depends on heaven! Hey! Small fortune depends on me! Hey!"
The three fishermen shouted labor songs, pushed their feet against the ground, leaned back at a 45-degree angle with the ground, veins on the back of their arms and hands bulged, and they used their left and right hands to collect the fishing nets from the sea one by one.
"A big harvest!"