Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 109: I Come from 45 Years Ago

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: I Come from 45 Years Ago ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

At the Astronomical Base, it was noon, and the scorching sun hung like a fireball in the clear blue sky.

The air produced visible ripples, with waves of heat constantly assaulting, making it easy to become irritable.

Inside the base, there was someone even more irritable than her, whose presence was heard before seen.

"When you joined the institute, what did the director tell you to always keep in mind?"

It was the voice of that old man from earlier. Sang Ning crouched behind a bush, slowly poking her head out.

She saw Tang Yuanmao with his back to her, standing with his hands behind him before a group of researchers, pacing back and forth as he scolded them.

The researchers hung their heads low, nervously twisting their hands together as if they were schoolchildren being reprimanded by a teacher.

"Are you all mute?"

"Answer me!"

The researchers shivered under his shout, replying in muffled voices, "We must always remember to be meticulous."

"Haven’t you eaten? Louder for me!"

"Director, we must always remember to be meticulous!"

Director? This old man is actually the director!

Tang Yuanmao stopped in front of Qian Yang, angrily pointing at Qian Yang’s nose, "Look at how you’re being a director, how you’re educating the new employees?

Didn’t I say that all the instruments in the lab must be arranged precisely according to specifications, not even a centimeter off? I just took a round in the lab; many of the instruments are not up to standard!"

"Director, it’s just a one-millimeter placement error. Can you actually notice that?" An employee beside Qian Yang murmured, feeling Tang Yuanmao was making a fuss over nothing.

"Shut up!" Qian Yang quickly tugged the employee’s hand and whispered sharply.

In their director’s eyes, an error is an error, not to mention a millimeter, even a micrometer is not permitted.

New employees don’t understand, yet they like to talk back too, really making the director angry, and he wouldn’t be able to save them.

Sure enough, Tang Yuanmao was instantly ignited by the comment, his expression tensed, coldly asking the person, "What’s your name, which department are you from?"

Qian Yang silently mourned for the employee, it’s over now, being singled out by the director meant receiving special one-on-one attention for a few hours.

Don’t ask how he knows, it’s just being under the director’s attention too many times, he’s gotten used to it.

The employee stammered for a while, unable to say anything, regretting speaking out earlier. The director’s stance seemed like he wanted to eat him alive.

Tang Yuanmao didn’t speak, just continued to exert pressure with his eyes, his gaze seemingly substantial, making it hard for the employee to breathe.

"Director, someone is looking for you..." Qian Yang glanced into the distance, reminding Tang Yuanmao.

"Don’t change the topic on me, every time I scold someone, you interrupt, do you also want to be reprimanded together?"

Tang Yuanmao was very displeased, precisely because of Qian Yang’s "caring mother" attitude, these new employees lacked memory.

"Director, there really is someone," Qian Yang repeated.

"Where? If you’re lying to me, you’ll write a ten-thousand-word reflection today!"

Tang Yuanmao said and turned his head, but aside from the black stone submerged in dense grass, he didn’t see a ghost.

"Qian Yang!" Tang Yuanmao’s teeth ground loudly with rage, that kid was becoming more unruly!

Just as he was about to turn back and reprimand Qian Yang, a strong wind blew, pressing down all the grass in the distance.

The wind brushed the grass low, revealing Sang Ning...

"Mentor!" Tang Yuanmao’s eyes lit up, instantly throwing his anger to the clouds as he shouted passionately into the distance.

Sang Ning: "..."

Damn it, she was caught eavesdropping.

"Today’s matter ends here, remember this, if it happens again, I won’t go easy on you."

Tang Yuanmao turned, gesturing for everyone to disperse, his expression softened, no longer as stern as earlier.

The researchers finally breathed a sigh of relief, being scolded by the director was indeed terrifying.

As the researchers scattered, Tang Yuanmao eagerly ran towards Sang Ning.

"Mentor, why are you here?"

The researchers who had dispersed heard their director using a strange, quirky old man’s tone seemingly greeting someone.

They looked over in unison and saw a strikingly beautiful woman "grow" out of the grass.

Those with sharp eyes immediately recognized, isn’t that the celebrity here to record a program today?

What’s wrong with their director? This old antique actually follows celebrities and even calls her mentor?!

What an absurd world, when he scolds them, he practically shouts with an old man’s jar voice, but to the celebrity, he uses such an oily voice.

They exchanged glances, then collectively crossed their arms, shivering and rubbing their goosebumps.

Forget it, they’d rather be scolded with the jar voice than be disgusted by the old tone.

Being discovered, Sang Ning simply stood up from the bushes.

When Tang Yuanmao approached, she bluntly asked, "Old man, is there something wrong with your brain?"

Tang Yuanmao was momentarily stunned, then furrowed his brows, puzzled, "Mentor, there’s never been anything wrong with my brain. Also, didn’t I already say? You should call me Little Tang, not old man!"

This is what they call sane? A proper research director actually calls her mentor.

Sang Ning had no idea what madness Tang Yuanmao was on, subtly saying, "You’re decades older than me; let’s not mess up the hierarchy."

"Mentor, listen to me—"

"Sigh~"

Tang Yuanmao sighed, how do you explain such an unthinkable thing?

He shook his head again, "Mentor, this is hard to say—"

Sang Ning: "..."

So, is it easy or hard to say?

Tang Yuanmao lowered his head in thought, and Sang Ning, lacking patience, asked, "Do you have something to say to me? If yes, then hurry up, stop dilly-dallying. Otherwise, I’ll call the police to arrest you, your behaviors indeed look like an old pervert trailing a young girl in bloom!"

"Mentor!" Tang Yuanmao’s face turned pale, he shouted in fright, aligning three fingers pointing to the sky, "I am a staunch Materialist, but at this moment, I can be an Idealist, swear to heaven, my admiration for you is like the endless flow of the river, stretching on and on. I have nothing but respect for you, if there’s a single lie in my words, may I be struck by lightning, never to die well!"

Sang Ning’s eye twitched involuntarily, this person indeed has some overacting tendencies.

"Mentor, come with me to a place."

Being questioned like that by Sang Ning, Tang Yuanmao dared not dawdle any longer and led her to the office.

Half an hour later, in the director’s office.

Sang Ning sat on a chair in front of Tang Yuanmao’s desk, while Tang Yuanmao stood respectfully at the desk, the corners of his mouth frothing because he’d been talking for so long.

"Mentor, that’s what happened."

Sang Ning leaned back with her arms crossed and spun around in the chair before straightening, staring at Tang Yuanmao, pondering, "So, what you’re saying is I’m from 45 years ago, somehow crossed to 45 years later, and even lost my memory?"