Actually, it wasn't that Zhang Zhipeng had some profound awakening.

He wanted to make money too, and he also dreamed of becoming a super-rich tycoon.

But what he aspired to do was grand and noble, the kind of high-tech industry that could elevate the nation's prestige.

For example, he wanted to develop a completely self-owned personal computer, aiming to make the operating system and chips far ahead of the rest of the world.

He envisioned dominating the mobile phone industry in the future, controlling the telecommunications sector and ruling the world.

But at this moment, did he dare to pursue these ambitions?

He didn’t.

Because, if he achieved something notable and caught Eagle Sauce's attention, it would surely invite a series of sanctions.

Eagle Sauce would cut off your market channels, use domestic laws to deal with you, and collaborate with insiders to make your life miserable.

Right now, Eagle Sauce was too powerful.

No country could stand against it.

And today, Huaxia was also too far behind in the military industry.

In terms of the air force, they were already working on fifth-generation fighter jets, while Huaxia was still struggling with third-generation aircraft.

In terms of the navy, they had 16 aircraft carrier fleets that roamed the world's oceans, controlling every major sea route.

If you can't help the country become stronger, do you think you can just waltz into the high-tech industry?

You wouldn’t even know how you died!

Besides, in life, money is not everything.

As the ancients said: There are three immortalities in life: establishing virtue, establishing merit, and establishing words.

In this lifetime, shouldn't a person leave some kind of mark?

Zhang Zhipeng believed that the Four Sayings of Hengqu were right: “Establish a heart for Heaven and Earth, establish a life for the people, continue the lost teachings of past sages, and open peace for all generations.”

This is what a true man should aspire to do!

Zheng Jingzhi exchanged a few more words with Zhang Zhipeng before he also left.

Now, only Zhao Min and Zhang Zhipeng were left in the laboratory.

Zhang Zhipeng smiled and asked Zhao Min, "Are you worn out?"

Zhao Min gently shook her head and sweetly smiled, "Not tired at all. As long as I'm with you, I never feel tired, no matter what we're doing."

Zhang Zhipeng glanced at his wristwatch and said, "It's getting late, it's already past ten. Are you staying at the school dorm or going home?"

Zhao Min softly replied, "I have a dorm at school. Although... although it's a double room, the other female teacher is staying with her boyfriend in a rented apartment."

After speaking, she looked down at her shoes.

Zhang Zhipeng smiled, "Shall I walk you to the dormitory?"

Zhao Min asked, "What about you?"

"Are you going home?"

Zhang Zhipeng smiled and said, "I have a bed in my office. I usually just make do there."

"Let's go then."

Zhao Min nodded and said, "Alright."

"Can I take a look at your office?"

Zhang Zhipeng smiled and nodded, "Sure."

"But you know, a bachelor's place is a bit messy."

Zhao Min grinned, "What's there to be afraid of? I don’t mind at all."

Zhang Zhipeng then led her to his small office.

The small office was divided into two parts.

The outer area was for work, and the inner area was a small space partitioned off with two filing cabinets and a curtain.

Inside, there was a narrow 90 cm wide bed.

At the head of the bed was a clothes rack with a few pieces of clothing hanging on it.

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There were also clothes and underwear thrown on the floor.

The quilt on the bed was crumpled and messy.

Zhang Zhipeng bent down, put the dirty clothes into a washbasin, and said with a smile, "Sorry for the mess. These clothes... I meant to wash them at noon, but I didn’t get around to it."

Zhao Min chuckled, "Aren’t all men like this?"

"You're someone with big responsibilities. Let me handle these little things for you."

As she spoke, she started tidying up the bed for Zhang Zhipeng.

Zhang Zhipeng quickly said, "No, no, I'll be sleeping soon, it’ll just get messy again..."

Zhao Min replied, "If the sheets are smoothed out and the quilt is properly tucked in, it’ll be more comfortable to sleep, won't it?"

As she spoke, her hands were already at work, and she quickly made the bed neat and tidy.

Zhang Zhipeng could only stand aside, rubbing his hands awkwardly.

After fixing the bed, Zhao Min wanted to sweep the floor.

Zhang Zhipeng felt a bit embarrassed and quickly said, "I’ll sweep, I’ll sweep!"

The two reached for the broom at the same time, causing their bodies to touch.

Zhang Zhipeng ended up grabbing the broom.

"Ah!"

Zhao Min let out a soft cry, holding her right hand with her left.

Zhang Zhipeng quickly put the broom aside and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Did I accidentally grab your finger?"

He took her hand to inspect it and noticed a faint mark on the back, though the skin wasn't broken. Without thinking, he gently kissed it and apologized, saying, "Look at me, being so careless."

He felt her body tremble slightly.

Then, she hooked her left arm around his neck and giggled, "Stop it, it tickles..."

Zhang Zhipeng felt a bit embarrassed as his head was nestled against her chest, catching the delicate fragrance of her youthful scent.

Young men can hardly resist such physical closeness.

At that moment, Zhang Zhipeng felt a fire ignite in his heart.

He took a deep breath and thought to himself, "After all, it's still only 1990; people are still conservative."

They had just met, and holding hands and hugging was already quite intimate.

He smiled and said, "Minmin, it's almost 11 p.m. I swear I'll clean up better next time, so let's not worry about sweeping the floor."

"I'll walk you back to your dorm."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid people might start gossiping."

As he spoke, he straightened up.

Zhao Min didn’t let go; she also wrapped her right arm around his neck.

She looked at him with her large, dark eyes and said, "What gossip are you worried about?"

"It's the 90s now. Can't people in love be a little affectionate?"

"Don't be so old-fashioned in your thinking."

She playfully blew a gentle breath at him.

Her breath carried a hint of sweetness.

Zhang Zhipeng felt a little annoyed. Great! As someone from the 21st century, he was being teased as old-fashioned by a girl from 1990.

This reminded him of a cheeky saying he had read in his previous life: "In your twenties, it's the perfect time to kiss because your breath is at its freshest."

Zhang Zhipeng smiled slightly and said, "Minmin, I'm mainly thinking about you."

"There are a lot of women who love to gossip behind people's backs nowadays."

"They even think couples holding hands is indecent."

Zhao Min pouted her red lips, "That's not true! You're overthinking it."

"I have several colleagues who live together even though they aren’t married. As long as both people are willing, what's the harm?"

"You still have that old-fashioned streak in you."

"Today, I’m going to change your thinking."

As she spoke, before Zhang Zhipeng could react, she suddenly kissed him on the lips.

Then she giggled and let go of him.

At first, Zhang Zhipeng didn’t feel anything.

But as she pulled away, he started to feel a slight lingering sensation.

"How do you feel now?" Zhao Min asked with a mischievous smile, tilting her head.

Zhang Zhipeng shrugged and smiled, "At first, I didn't feel anything. Now I just think my lips taste a little sweet."

"Minmin, did you just eat something sweet?"

Zhao Min shook her head with a smile, "No, I didn’t!"

"Let’s go."

As she spoke, she casually grabbed a bag, put Zhang Zhipeng’s dirty clothes in it, and carried it in her hand.

"Minmin, let me wash my own dirty clothes. I’m afraid your delicate hands will get rough from washing," Zhang Zhipeng said with a sweet smile.

Zhao Min replied, "Don’t worry about that; they won’t."

The two of them walked through the quiet campus late at night. It was early autumn, and the night was already a bit chilly.

However, their hearts were warm and burning.

To regain some ground, Zhang Zhipeng took the initiative to wrap his arm around Zhao Min’s waist.

Zhao Min responded by slipping one of her small hands under his clothes.

This made Zhang Zhipeng's back break out in goosebumps.

Although they walked slowly, it wasn’t long before they arrived at the young teachers' dormitory where Zhao Min lived.

"We're here," Zhao Min said, turning to glance at Zhang Zhipeng.

Zhang Zhipeng let go of her and smiled, "Go upstairs and get some sleep. It’s really late."

Zhao Min smiled and said, "I really am the only one in my dorm. Do you want to..."

Zhang Zhipeng quickly shook his head, "It wouldn’t be good if someone saw us."

Zhao Min gave him a sidelong glance, "I just wanted to show you my place. You’re the one with the dirty thoughts."

As she spoke, she suddenly hooked her arm around his neck again and gave him a kiss. Then, laughing, she ran up the stairs with his bag of dirty clothes.

At the entrance to the hallway, she turned around and waved to him, "Go back, have a good dream, and make sure to dream about me."

Zhang Zhipeng nodded and said, "You too! Goodnight!"