Chapter 847 - 845: Sprite

Candy looked regretfully at the little green notebook and put it back in the drawer.

"Sigh~"

He sighed, shook his head, and said with a face full of pity:

"Can’t hide it, darn it."

"Zero, why do kids get endless vaccines? How come I’ve never seen adults get vaccinated."

When adults need to be vaccinated collectively, you can say that the situation is serious. But Zero didn’t say this to Candy, as even if he did, Candy wouldn’t understand with his limited insight.

"Vaccines are to prevent illness. Illness or vaccination, which do you choose?"

Candy thought about it. Every time he caught a cold, he felt terrible. He had to take medicine, felt unwell all over, and, most importantly, had no appetite for delicious food right in front of him.

That’s harder to bear than getting a shot!

"Of course... get the shot."

"There you have it."

"Woof woof woof~"

Hearing Little Grey’s barking, Candy and Zero looked over simultaneously.

The next second, Candy chuckled, "Elbow~ let’s go on patrol."

"Meow~"

"Bun, don’t think about slacking off. Wait until you’ve lost half your weight, then you can stop dieting."

"Meow~" Bun’s head, with three big question marks on top.

Losing half its weight, how’s that different from asking for its little life?

Realizing this, Bun suddenly understood and just lay on the ground in surrender.

If you have to choose, you might as well find a comfortable position.

However, Bun didn’t notice that Candy wasn’t even looking in its direction.

With Candy’s call of "Little Grey, let’s elbow," Bun, who was tied to the same leash as Little Grey, was directly dragged into the air by Little Grey.

"Meow~" Bun shrieked in panic. Realizing the culprit was Little Grey, the fool, Bun quickly chased after Little Grey and executed the long-lost eighteen-circle-flip move.

Little Grey, after being hit, hid behind Candy.

"Bun! Are you going to revolt?!"

Candy placed his hands on his hips and glared with tiger-like eyes, forcing Bun to stop its big attack.

"Hmph~ always bullying Little Grey. Dagger stands guard every day, why don’t you bully him."

With that, Candy sneered disdainfully, "It’s not because you can’t beat Dagger."

At this moment, Candy completely forgot about the great friendship between Dagger and Bun.

After all, everyone was brothers from the same sweet osmanthus tree.

Ding~

The elevator door opened with a ding, and Candy and Zero walked in side by side.

Inside the elevator, Candy closed his eyes and randomly pressed a number.

7th floor.

Candy and Zero strolled leisurely. Unlike other places, this floor mostly had young ladies doing design work.

Suddenly, Candy’s eyes lit up as she discovered a box of Sprite in the snack self-service area.

Without much thought, Candy ran over.

Just as Candy was about to grab a bottle, her hand was pulled back.

Looking back, Candy saw Zero.

"Zero, why are you pulling me?"

Upon hearing this, Zero rolled his eyes and said grumpily:

"Did you forget so soon? What did the boss say to you before heading to the lab?"

The next moment, Candy looked like a wilted eggplant, lowering her head and retracting her hand.

"I really want a drink."

"Tomorrow."

"Alright, then."

By this time, Little Grey had dragged Bun over, rubbing against Candy’s leg, and then, under Candy’s surprised gaze, put a paw on the Sprite box and looked back at Candy.

That look, Candy immediately understood.

Candy blinked in confusion and asked:

"You, a dog, want to drink Sprite?"

"You can’t possibly think I enjoy drinking it. Sprite just tastes really good, right?"

After several confirmations, Little Grey genuinely wanted to drink Sprite, and even the drag-along Bun joined in.

"Zero, what do you think?"

"I’ll just close my eyes."

A few minutes later, Candy returned to the office with a bottle of Sprite.

Under Zero’s unwavering gaze, Candy reluctantly poured the Sprite into Bun and Little Grey’s eating bowls evenly.

With Candy and Zero watching, Little Grey took a lick of the Sprite.

And then... Little Grey froze.

What’s happening, why is his tongue tangled up? At this moment, Little Grey pondered.

This feeling, Little Grey thought back for a while and finally had a bit of an impression.

It was a feeling akin to being electrocuted.

After getting a taste, Little Grey started drinking in large mouthfuls.

Thinking about it, it felt pitiful. What kind of life had he been living before?

Compared to Little Grey, Bun seemed very elegant, as if the bowl contained not Sprite but red wine, needing slow savoring.

But when Bun noticed Little Grey’s eyes staring fixedly at the Sprite in its bowl, it couldn’t help but speed up while warning Little Grey.

"Meow~"

Looking at the empty bottle, Candy felt somewhat melancholic.

How will life go on now, with two more Sprite drinkers, won’t he have to share half his Sprite in the future?

Worry! Worry! Worry! Prematurely turning gray!

"Sigh~"

Seeing the two little cuties completely enjoying themselves, Candy felt helplessness in his eyes.

"The ones you raise yourself, who else can you blame?"

Elsewhere, on the third floor of Lab Building No. 2, a group of researchers surrounded a spacesuit in the center, and everyone’s face was full of confidence.

With the powerful emergency features and life support system of this spacesuit, and its flexible mobility, to not exaggerate, it already surpassed the spacesuits currently used by other countries by more than a little bit.

The only regret was that so far, they hadn’t met the boss’s top requirement.

That is, adapting for ordinary people, preparing for future space tourism.

Hard, hard, hard! It’s incredibly hard! Even after racking their brains, they have no solution.

To solve the problem of the G-forces experienced by people during spacecraft liftoffs and landings is really too difficult.

But thinking about it is normal; otherwise, every country wouldn’t have failed to achieve even a tiny bit of success in this area.

Mo Jingchun stroked his chin, looked at the spacesuit in front of him, and fell into thought.

They have the finished product, but the problem now is, does it really meet the design requirements, and how can it be tested?

Candy Technology, unlike Huaxia Aerospace, doesn’t have all the necessary facilities.

To put it bluntly, Candy Technology doesn’t even have an astronaut and lacks the conditions to train astronauts.

Perhaps, send a few sets to Huaxia Aerospace?

The more he thought about it, the more Mo Jingchun felt it was feasible. After all, they’ve made Candy Technology test products several times for free; isn’t it reasonable to return the favor?

The production cost of a spacesuit is not low.

Moving to a quiet spot, Mo Jingchun said:

"Zero, produce ten spacesuits, I need them."

"Wait, first prepare the materials; don’t rush into production."

Frowning, Mo Jingchun remembered a problem: spacesuits aren’t just clothes, they’re custom-made based on each astronaut’s body measurements.

"First, send them a sample to review."

Understanding this point, Mo Jingchun left the third floor.