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The S Class Esper's Two-Faced Lover(2)

"Tea?" Bai Wei said while smiling gently as he walked out of the small break room.

Biao Feng was surprised by Bai Wei's newfound acknowledgement of his existence. From when Biao Feng first entered the room until now, Bai Wei had never spoken a word to him or even gestured towards him. If not for the few fleeting glances when he first entered the door, Biao Feng may have begun to doubt that Bai Wei even knew he was here. While others might have been put off, Biao Feng remained unbothered. He knew that eccentricity was part and parcel of genius, and Bai Wei was living proof.

To say the least, Bai Wei was a mysterious figure within the 1st legion. People couldn't help but marvel at his works, but he never talked more than what was absolutely necessary. The only time people ever saw him was when he was handing in his test results and next course of action to his superiors. He never even said a word during these reports, just handed over his documents and then left. Bai Wei was more like an enigma to the people of the 1st legion than a coworker: A strange but interesting creature.

With such a stellar reputation, it was no surprise that Biao Feng and Bai Wei had never interacted before today. Biao Feng had always been the model of an exemplary soldier. He wasn't a particularly outgoing person nor was he the type to try and curry favor with others. This left him with no reason to seek out Bai Wei. Similarly, Bai Wei was... well Bai Wei. As a result, their chances for interaction were slim to none. Ordinarily, these two would have never crossed paths in their lifetime, but these weren't ordinary circumstances.

There was only one reason that Biao Feng would attempt to speak with Bai Wei, and that was because it was an absolute necessity. Before today, Biao Feng was indeed a model soldier, but the event of the past few hours had opened his eyes once again. With a clearer and broader view than before, Biao Feng came to the realization that the system, the very way of life that he had always abided by, was deeply flawed. He came to realize that it was neither normal nor right to constantly be at the whims of others, fighting everyday just to be afforded what should be considered basic rights.

More than anything else, Biao Feng realized that he was tired of just surviving. He wanted to live.

With a change in his mindset, new opportunities opened their doors to him. Yes, he was currently in quite the predicament, but it was more than that. This crisis could also be a new beginning. Biao Feng felt a rush of excitement and ambition that he had never felt before. He was now going to stop being a soldier, and start being himself again. And, he would make sure that no one could ever take his identity away from him ever again.

But firstly, he needed to rid himself of his chains. He needed Bai Wei, or more specifically Bai Wei's guiding serum, to help clear the path for his new beginning.

Back to the present, Biao Feng found that his earlier threats had no effect on Bai Wei so he began to adjust his methods. He quietly followed Bai Wei back into another room that was off to the side. He kept a straight face as he entered the room but couldn't help the flicker of interest in his eyes as he observed the new room.

Compared to the two previous rooms, this room was the only one that felt somewhat used. It was a small office space with the usual office furniture as well as an additional couch and tv in the farthest corner. The entire space was lit up only by lamps that were scattered across the room. It was very dark compared to the harsh lighting in the laboratory ,but instead of seeming damp it gave off a cozy feeling. Biao Feng walked into the room and sat in one of the two chairs that sat facing the desk. Once sat, Biao Feng began to recount his troubles once again in a ploy to ask Bai Wei for aid.

His story went like this: He had just returned from an overseas deployment and was on his way to the guiding room when he was suddenly summoned to the general's office. In the office were his commanding officers, Ren and Mao. The smug look on Ren's face as he stood behind the general was a telltale sign that something was wrong. Ren hated his guts so anything that made him this happy was bound to be bad. His suspicions were soon confirmed when the general began to accuse him of infiltrating the logistics department and sharing information with an enemy nation.