Hello

We come to Yuunemu (Miyanarei) again as always.

Lately I haven't written much fiction. But I see you writing this story not because I'm holding back on my work (hurries to block my throat).

Just in time at our school. We have to write a story that shakes things up. Anyway, I've written it. So we want everyone to read it.

But if anyone wants to read it as a fic, you can (Mayurinemu couple) because we didn't include the characters' names, so feel free to read and imagine it yourself.

And here's the question session with Wright Ray. We will answer questions sent in.

1. What style of writing can be done with the write ray?

Answer: Let me tell you, Wright is only good at science. Followed by horror, drama, love scene, fantasy and comedy in that order.

2. How old is Wright?

Answer: Yes, I'm just kidding. Level 15. Now I'm in Mathayom 4 (I'm old).

3. I see that you like to decorate.

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Is Wright mentally ill?

Answer: Oh, you. How normal is the couple I dressed? Father and son pair, hey! It's a blessing to have it read here (sorry for the rudeness).

4. Is Wright a lesbian? I see when composing a scene where women are talking, why is there touching each other's breasts, hugging each other, holding each other's arms, feeding them ice cream, walking hand in hand, pinching cheeks, holding each other's shoulders, etc.

Answer: Oh, sir. It's a novel. But it's true. When writers write love scenes, most of them include their own experiences as well.

Enough, let's get into the story. Wright knows that no one wants to listen to Wright complain. I hope you enjoy Wright's novel^^

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Re PRojEcT

Turn on the song and listen to it.

In the dark bedroom, the lights were turned off, and there was a bright light coming from the tablet screen, which reflected the long, handsome face of the woman (I emphasize, the woman) with the intelligent eyes that stared at the screen with almost suspense. Every second she had to blink a few times to chase away the worries that were invading her mind. And then this uncomfortable wait seemed to end when black letters updated in the middle of the website page. Use the name ReProject

"congratulations You passed the selection.” The girl was so happy that the time had finally arrived. The assistant professor position on the ReProject research team now belongs to her. The research team is known to include some of the most cutting-edge science in Thailand, and perhaps the world, so there is intense competition for the positions of Associate Professor here.

Below the congratulatory message, the time and place of reporting must be clearly stated. A handsome young woman stood up, showing her height beyond that of a woman. She smiled and laughed like a young girl who received a big gift. Such a cute and bright personality really didn't match her appearance.

The only problem left to worry about is Will she be able to get along well with this boss? From what she's heard Her boss is very smart and talented but has an extremely short temper. A drawing of the professor as an elderly man with a moody expression immediately appeared in my mind.

A slender woman brought herself to a clean, white building. This piece of architecture clearly indicated the advancement of science. As she stepped into the building, she was surprised to find that more than half of the employees were robots. The other half were all women, but that made the tall girl feel more at ease than surprised. She casually walked around greeting people (and robots) from housekeepers to senior researchers passing by. with each other until we reach a large room with a sign next to it with the name of the professor who heads the research team.

In front of the large door, she took a deep breath to suppress her excitement.

“Please allow me,” he said and opened the door. At that moment, the soft perfume scent of roses mixed with chrysanthemums floated to my nose, a sweet and cool scent that made me feel strangely sad and longing.

The delicate woman who smelled of perfume slowly raised her head from her desk. The imaginary image of the moody professor from just a moment ago disappeared, because the real professor was a beautiful woman. Probably not more than 20 years old. Long, black curtain-like hair that fell over small, delicate shoulders. The nape is white and slender. The small palms are soft to the touch, the dark eyes have a mysterious charm that invites you to look and see, like a black lady butterfly that is beautiful and elegant yet delicate and nurturing.

“Hello. Professor." The tall girl stammered out of embarrassment. A hot feeling spread throughout her body, her heart beating irregularly. Just meeting each other for the first time made my heart flutter like this. If we had to work together every day from now on, would we fall in love? As soon as the thought arose, she felt that her face was now as red as a gourd.

“This is your desk,” a clear, clear voice said as he gestured to a smaller desk in the other corner of the room.

“Private Lab, follow me this way.” With that, the sweet-faced woman walked the tall woman into the next room. “So cold,” the tall man whispered to himself.

The lab was full of cutting-edge equipment, but what caught the new professor's attention the most was a closed glass test tube containing a purple liquid soaked in some tissue.

“Professor? What is this?” he asked in a fearful voice.

“Hmm, what a quick head.” The smaller girl smiled sweetly and proudly. A soft hand under a white glove slowly dripped substance from the test tube onto the microscope.' You look kind,' the tall man thought to himself and smiled.

After adjusting the focus distance for a moment, the microscopic object gradually revealed the outline of a neuron with a specificity that had not been seen in any textbooks before.

“My magnum opus, this golden neuron can be transplanted into humans and animals without any limitations. Will be 3 times smarter than normal rats And most importantly,” she points to the large computer, “we can control that rat like it's a ghost.” With that, the smaller girl quickly typed a command into the computer, and one of the lab rats in the cage ran out. He stood on two legs and jumped and slapped in a human-like manner.

“It's really amazing,” the handsome girl praised. “But Professor? Isn't this too dangerous?" he asked worriedly. Being able to control other people's thoughts is extremely immoral.

“Danger? You call it dangerous? That's it, this part is more dangerous.” His soft fingers typed out another set of commands. As soon as the display button was pressed, the jumping test mouse suddenly stopped moving. It fell on its back, all four legs raised up, twitched a few times, and then died.

“Professor, this is it!” the woman shrieked. She hurriedly picked up the unfortunate rat in her palm with the utmost compassion.

“The principle is simple: a chain of commands to destroy the lysosomal membrane. It causes brain death.” The sweet-faced girl shrugged her shoulders like it was no big deal.

“You think about the annual medical examinations of high officials, cabinet ministers in the House of Representatives. And all those with power in the administration of the country will come for free physical examinations with our medical team.”

Hearing this, the tall girl was taken aback, shock, fear and paranoia attacking her all at once.

“You can guess from that expression, right? Those people will be given the highest honor to house my golden neurons.” The girl's sweet and lovely face was now replaced by a wicked smile and an unpredictable look in her eyes.

“Professor! But this is against the law…” The phoenix's face now showed the utmost fear.

“There are no laws! When I control those people, don't you think this will be a good new start? Corrupt politicians will be eliminated, unfair policies will be eliminated. Aggressive and dangerous individuals are eliminated, people with low intelligence are eliminated. Only this way can revolutionize the country completely.

This is my reset, this is my reset project!” A loud voice quickly interrupted, “And do you know anything, Mr. Assistant?” His soft palm raised and calmly supported his handsome face. The tone of the voice lowered from harshness to sweetness as usual before the gentle touch turned into a forceful push until the tall man stumbled and fell to the cold, hard ground.

“Everyone who hinders me will be eliminated as well!” With a voice, long black hair flew out of the door.

The tall woman slowly lifted herself up. It seemed that the lab floor was not a good place to sleep. A strong palm rubbed her face (now you could see blood covering five fingers of her hand).' As beautiful as an angel, but as scary as a poisonous snake. It's such a pity for such a cute face.

Thinking, I fell in love with myself. In just the first day, the professor had already shown a rough state of mind.

Small drops of rain began to fall outside the clear window. A soft hand placed a pen from various research documents. A pair of beautiful eyes stared at the desk opposite. It's still empty

“Wow, where did the assistant go again?” I turned to look at the raindrop-stained window again and sighed as I grabbed two umbrellas and walked out of the room.

On the other side of the building, a tall woman was diligently digging in the dirt, her strong palm gently supporting the remains of a white lab rat into the dirt hole. Medium-sized raindrops turn the soil into mud.

“Right here.” A loud voice rang out, causing the person being called to be taken aback.

“Cha-ui! Since when have you been a professor? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

“What are you doing? It's raining. Can't you see? My clothes are all wet.” Even though he spoke in a cold voice, those beautiful eyes were filled with deep concern. She handed another umbrella to the taller girl.

“I am performing a funeral ceremony for you to test on the body that the professor just used.” The tall figure replied with a cheerful smile, not caring at all about the brutal aura radiating from the person in front of him. She refused to take the umbrella and asked to walk away. Wet again for the simple reason that "I like the rain."

"You're such a strange person," a loud voice said when the tall figure returned from taking a shower and washing off the dirty mud (which she had chased away to take a shower herself).

“What is the matter?” the handsome girl asked with a smile. A strong hand rubbed her short hair with a small towel, water droplets on the hair combined with a clean and bright face, clearly showing the beauty of the tall girl even more.

“Everything,” a resonant voice answered dismissively and then lowered his head to complete the remaining documents. The sound of the young professor's once quiet and closed heart was pounding as if it were about to break open the door of her heart.

In the days that followed, every day, every week, and for the past few months, the heart-rending events between the professor and his new assistant continued. Even though it was in a small amount of time, that was enough for the two of them to become closer and closer to each other. Life has both warm moments but also very bad moments because the reproject itself is close to the time to take action. Next step now

January 2, 26

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The annual medical examination of the cabinet ministers had arrived, followed by many high-ranking government officials and influential people gradually coming to undergo this dangerous examination, exactly according to the beautiful professor's plan. Sitting behind the same desk, a devilishly pleased smile appeared on his sweet, gentle face. (Smiling, that is.) As MPs after MPs walked out of the main examination room, no one seemed to notice that they had received a highly dangerous golden brain cell transplant.

A knock sounded at the door, causing the frail girl to turn her beautiful eyes towards the main door and adjust her expression to remain as neutral as before. “Come on,” as the door opened. That calm face had to smile and laugh.

“Oh, what's the matter? Mr. Assistant didn't even have to knock on the door. Makes me think where the handsome young man came looking for me.”

The familiar scent of the delicate girl made the visitor automatically take a deep breath. The sad scent of roses mixed with the gentle scent of chrysanthemums.

“What's the matter? Didn't the professor himself summon me? Don't tell me you don't remember." The tall girl laughed.

"Shit, just tease me a little and I won't follow you." With that, some of the figures got up and walked towards the lab next to them.

No matter how many times she walked in, the slender girl would always remember the terrifying events of her first day at work. But after that event, she even became closer with her professor. Ridiculous)

"I'm going to install nerve cells for you," Namkangwan said simply.

“Ha! What does that mean?!” The tall girl was extremely shocked. The golden neuron invented by the brain of a genius, the neuron is like a remote control. Whoever was controlled by it would become like the professor's puppet.

“Because you are the person closest to me, shouldn't I be the first to control you?” The woman smiled cutely, but deep down in those beautiful eyes, she was even more distant. From becoming more and more human

“Professor...don't you trust me anymore?” the tall woman asked through clenched teeth. The feeling of displeasure spreads over her, causing her thoughts to become clogged even though she really thought they were getting along well. But that was her only opinion. There was a saying that said, A genius doesn't trust anyone but herself. Today she witnessed it with her own eyes.

“Aren't you so quick? Why do you use words like I trusted you like that?” A cold voice stabbed into the woman's heart. Having said that, in the past, she herself had not gotten to know this professor any more than the first day. If we were to compare the closeness between them, then on the first day they met, they both held the end of the rope.

As time passed, she was the only one who kept walking towards the professor, while the girl in front of her just stood in the same place, not moving at all. Still in the same place, still looking at her with cold eyes beneath a sweet smile, standing and watching her to see when that rope would break.

The hot edges of her eyes caused clear tears to flow down her cheeks. The girl didn't even think to raise her hand to wipe the tears away. She let it flow down, taking this sadness away with it.

“Then let's get started,” a voice said without hesitation. He said that while his hands were soft, he put on a disinfectant bag for himself.

The tall woman nodded, one that she didn't want to say. I don't want to think about anything else right now, just being able to express my feelings through the teardrops around my eyes is probably all she needs.

Not even a moment had passed, and a tall, slender figure walked out of the room drowsily. The teardrops had completely evaporated and in front of him there was only an empty white puddle left. She leaned against the closed lab door. As he let out a long sigh, those intelligent brain cells immediately realized that the professor's perfume was neither rose nor chrysanthemum.

“Chamomile” is a flowering plant in the same genus as the Chinese Chrysanthemum. It is commonly used as a sleeping pill. The flower symbolizes sadness, loneliness and aimless waiting. The flower language of Chamomile is "I'm still waiting for you, beloved." A low voice moaned in his throat.

On the other side of the same door, a frail girl stood, leaning against the door in awe. As soon as the tall figure left the room, his previously cold eyes quickly turned sad and his soft hands twisted into his long, silky hair as if looking for a place to vent.

“Miss Assistant...please, you shouldn't have loved someone like me.”

The two figures leaning against each other, separated by a thick door in the middle that blocked their hearts. They both had the same path, but one chose to show strength to keep the weakness hidden inside, the other. Choosing to put on a sweet smile to hide his cold and expressionless eyes.

The next morning, the frail woman sat behind her old desk, hoping to see the resignation letter that had been waiting for her, because she didn't want her loved ones to suffer again, as if it were a curse that had been placed on anyone present. Near this young woman must suffer pain with her own hands.

“Professor, good morning.” His voice was bright and cheerful. Makes the thin girl startled.

“Professor, I brought some snacks for you. Let's go make some tea and eat together.” The petite girl stood up and immediately ran towards her assistant.

“Oh, you don't like sweets? Then change it to...eh!” A small palm slammed the handsome man's face so hard that it turned into a red mark.

“Why...why haven't you resigned yet!” Someone clenched her teeth tightly, “Even though I did that...why?” Her pretty face lowered her head and she bit her lip until it was nearly covered in blood.

"I want to be friends with the Professor." The tall man smiled softly.

“Friends with me? Friends with someone who is about to become a murderer like me?” A voice boomed.

“Because the professor is waiting, right? Waiting for that person who will never come back.”

“How do you know?” A pair of beautiful eyes looked up and met another pair of eyes. It blinked rapidly, showing its doubts.

“A chamomile perfume that represents waiting for a deceased lover. There is not a single man in this company, and the Professor's attempt to control government officials is because of the Professor's lover. This is a woman who was attacked to death by those influential people and cannot be held accountable because the criminal is using the loopholes of the law to go unpunished, right?” Even though the sentence ended with a question, the tall figure was confident in his guess. What's worse?

“Even if that person doesn't return much anymore, the professor doesn't have to block his heart. Professor, you still have me.” A strong hand combined with a soft hand to hold him tightly, as if he was afraid she would disappear again. But then she was surprised when a small, soft hand gently squeezed her back.

“Not a lover. But you're a mother. My mother was murdered by that pimp. Because Mom caught her stealing Grandma's money and went gambling until she was completely gone before she died. I hold your hand on the hospital bed. He said to me, 'Never trust men, they are dangerous creatures who only see women like us as their toys.'

Medicine at that time was not advanced enough to help with his serious condition at that time. After that, my life consisted only of textbooks as a companion. I thought that whenever I was skilled enough, I would take revenge on your behalf. If my mother gives it to me, I must be the one to kill that pimp. With my daughter's brain that looks down on me, even if anyone calls me ungrateful, I don't care. Because it can't be exchanged.

The lives of those low-class men are not worth exchanging for your mother's warm memories.” The thin woman's voice trembled at the end of her sentence. and disappeared into her throat, she had to use a lot of effort to hold back the tears from falling down.

When you know the truth The slender girl was stunned. She pulled the smaller man into her embrace, letting the warmth from his body melt the ice that was clinging to the young woman's head in front of the closed door, slowly opening it up to welcome another heart inside. The warm embrace that the girl had been missing for a long time was now being filled with the sound of both their hearts thumping in the same rhythm, strangely even without having to say a single word. But both of them know better.

It's the language of the heart that says...

“Professor, there's a big problem!!!” One of the researchers on the medical team slammed on the door, causing the two women to automatically break away from each other.

"Wait a minute, I haven't allowed you to come into the room yet," Siakangwan said fiercely, trying to correct his embarrassment.

“I apologize, but I think this matter is urgent enough that I don't need permission.” The visitor said in a hurried and worried tone. The professor and assistant exchanged glances for only a moment before a figure ran after them. The researcher who came to report the news immediately said, “Lead the way!”

In the combined research room of the medical team Five or six girls in lab coats were standing around a large test tube containing golden brain cell material soaked in a unique purple stabilizer.

When the female researchers saw the professor's arrival, they rushed over to report the abnormality of the artifact.

“What?! Cells create toxins to destroy themselves and nearby cells? Crazy, enzymes...” A female doctor sent a sketch of an approximate cell structure, much to the young professor's dismay. Toxic structure like never seen before There was no time to analyze the chemical formula so she turned on the television to see the results.

The Khaosod program presented the unexplained deaths of many cabinet ministers. Initially, it was assumed that it might be a serious contagious disease. So the thin young woman hurriedly ran back to her office. In her mind at that moment there were only images of the female assistant revolving around until she couldn't hear the cries of the researchers who still didn't understand the situation.

“Mr. Assistant!” Someone pushed the door open and ran in to support the taller person who was lying motionless on the floor, his thick eyelids slowly opening. When he saw the sweet, familiar face, he smiled.

“Too bad, it looks like the experiment went wrong,” a gruff voice said softly.

"I'm sorry, it's because of me that I was able to..." Many tears that could not be held back poured down her white cheeks, soft hands hugging the tall figure tightly. She sobbed so loudly that it caught in her throat.

“Don't cry, tears don't suit the professor.” The tall man with the last of his strength raised his hand to wipe away the woman's tears from her pretty face.

“No...don't go, don't leave me again. You'll be fine." The thin girl sobbed until she threw her small, soft hand over her face, holding the big one that had started to feel cold. "I don't want to lose anyone again." Clear water poured down her cheeks again. The edges of her eyes were all hot and her brain was white. She didn't know what she should do next. All she knew was that she had to embrace the person in front of her as tightly as possible. She must never let go of the girl in front of her.

“Professor, this is very beautiful. As beautiful and elegant as the delicate black Lady Butterfly.” Those words made two hearts beat together again.

“Is this the time to speak?” a voice interrupted. "You really are. Why do you always smile like that? No matter how uncomfortable things are, you can always smile. A smile that comes from the heart like that makes me jealous when I see it." The thin girl could only give a sad smile. to the girl in his arms

“I really like you, Professor.” The tall girl smiled and laughed happily one last time, her limp palm stroking her long, jet black hair affectionately. The slender girl took a deep breath and took in the scent of chamomile flowers. Filling her lungs as if to remember forever, she never breathed out again.

Okay, that's the end of the first part of the reproject (eh, the first part?) That's right^^ This is only the first part. If interested, want to read the next part. Please help to increase the number of views and followers. and write comments and criticisms To give encouragement to write too~~~ (I secretly hope)

The following is a spoiler for parts two and three.

“Who are you? No...no, that's impossible, Mr. Assistant?!” The voice trembled in panic. until it made the tall figure smile fondly His strong palm stroked the long, familiar hair and he laughed, pleased at the delicate girl's behavior.

"I am me. Who will it be? Dear Professor,” laughed cheerfully.

"That's enough, stop doing this!" Someone screamed in pain. “That assistant of mine is irreplaceable!” A small palm pushed the taller figure out of reach. But a strong hand gathered together a thin body and hugged it tightly.

"Let go! Don't do this." His sweet face sobbed. A pair of beautiful eyes were stained with clear teardrops.

“Then you will regret saying that, Professor.” His once cheerful voice was now extremely cold. A handsome face that was the same as the old assistant's twins stood close to his sweet face. His rough tongue licked away the tear stains that obscured his white cheeks.

The taller girl pushed the thin body onto the hard bed. before throwing himself onto the body to keep it from escaping.

"Then I'll make you regret it," he whispered into her ear.

Eventually, the "reproject" became a long story. "Lily Project" ><

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