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Dr Ji remembers the day Lu Feng brought someone to the lab for testing —well, why wouldn't he be surprised? Until then, the arbiter had never brought anyone for testing before, no matter how much the family begged. He always relied on his gun to resolve these kinds of issues, and frankly the doctor was quite surprised by An Zhe, at first glance the he seemed like a well adjusted young man, a little aloof but he couldn't see why Lu feng had been so unsure, why he had been so adamant on if the testing was absolutely true or not, if Lu Feng really had been so cautious why hadn't he just shot fire anyways? The base would rather let an innocent die rather than a zenogenic in. Lu Feng's hesitation was as curious as An Zhe himself.
And she had been coming into the lab routinely, and ever since she could only catch onto the well, rather odd behaviors exhibited, he never took interest in sociology of any kind, so he could only be confused. An Zhe was sweet, gentle, and kind, but also very, very weird.
She had been coming into the lab routinely, but the more Dr. Ji observed, the more he noticed how odd An Zhe’s behaviors truly were. Dr. Ji had never paid much attention to the nuances of human nature—sociology wasn’t his field—but even he could sense something was off. An Zhe was unfailingly sweet, gentle, and kind, yet there was an otherworldly strangeness about him that was impossible to ignore.
An Zhe had reminded him of the women in the Garden of Eden, unsocialized essentially, I guess.
A buzz came from the door —oh, speak of the devil, An Zhe had finally made it.
“Hello,”
“ Why, good morning, An Zhe, did you sleep well tonight? The vents were quite loud if I remember correctly.”
“I slept okay.”
An Zhe then took a seat next to the glass barrier where Bai Si stood behind. An Zhe had a peculiar aura about him; he spoke quite monotonously and always looked at others with curious eyes. Back during the last judgment day he remembered glancing at An Zhe, how he looked upon the crowd as if he weren't a part of it. There were not many, quite like An Zhe in the base; he was quite placid.
As An Zhe watched recently-morphed-zengenic through the glass, Lu Feng had just so happened to pop in– that’s another observation, suddenly the ever-so-independent Lu Feng had been showing up within the lab more often, putting two and two together, he could only watch Lu Feng's subtle signs of interest in An Zhe.
“Why hello, Lu Feng, what brings you to the lab this morning? Looking for someone's maidenhead, I suppose?”
The arbiter scoffed and dropped a few papers on the milk white desk, cluttering what was already cluttered. “Testing reports, have them revised by today.”
Dr Ji grimaced; as infatuating as Lu Feng's entanglement was, he didn't appreciate the extra work, giving lab reports that could have gone to any lab, certainly one that was less busy.
“If that's what you need, I am very busy though– why not give these papers to others in the lab who are more suited for this work?” A.K.A., stop giving me work as your excuse to try and break chastity.
Lu Feng simply looked away– cold shoulder, ouch. He took more interest in the mink across the room, I suppose.
But just as quickly as he came, he left, leaving his cold authority lingering in the air. As Dr. Ji looked down at the paperwork and pondered if he felt a presence in front of him, ah , An Zhe, he did that sometimes. It's very off-putting.
“What's that?” the young man asked with curious eyes.
“Lab reports, An Zhe, why do you ask? I appreciate your inquiries, but you usually keep to yourself, don't you?”
“Mhm,” An Zhe cocked his head at the paper and then back at Dr. Ji, “can I help?”
“Well, I don't see why not! Less work for me, if anything. But how well do you know how to do this kind of work?” the doctor asked curiously.
“None.”
“Well! We all start somewhere, and there's no shame in not knowing.”
An Zhe was a good boy, but Dr Ji found that his help only revealed more oddities about him. Dr Ji felt cruel for judging, yet couldn’t shake the sense that something about An Zhe was a little off. Observing him closely, Dr Ji noticed that when An Zhe wrote as if he had never held a pencil before, his handwriting was fine if not a little wobbly. In Dr Ji's eyes, whenever An Zhe did or said anything, it seemed as if he knew these things in theory, but not much in practice.
Well, after An Zhe had left with Lu Feng, Dr Ji had more time to think about An Zhe's behaviour, perhaps a mental disorder? Most fetuses are immediately killed the moment any unfavorable issues arise, but maybe it wasn't detected; the chances are low, but never zero. Even then, it was possible for people to develop mental issues. It was then Dr Ji decided he would run a small experiment on An Zhe, nothing harmful, just a few small tests that he would never realize were tests!