Chapter 511
511. He won't touch her wrist?NO.1 on Charlotte's contact list!
Chapter 511 511. He won't touch her wrist?NO.1 on Charlotte's contact list!
She explained her original intention, then turned around and cleaned up the table.
Although I only made a bowl of noodles, the table needs to be cleaned up.
Ares silently ate what she made, and inadvertently looked up at her again.
Charlotte was busy with her back to him, so she didn't notice Ares' sight.
His eyes were a little less indifferent, and brought a little warmth that was rarely seen on weekdays.
The two people in the room were very quiet, and neither of them spoke.
The only sound was probably the sound of Charlotte tidying up the kitchen utensils.
After Charlotte finished roughly tidying up, she seemed to think of something again, and turned to Ares and said, "Sir, if it's convenient, can I leave your contact information?"
Probably because he didn't expect Charlotte to make such a request, Ares's movements of eating noodles unconsciously slowed down.
Immediately, he temporarily stopped his chopsticks and looked at her without saying a word.
Seeing him like this, Charlotte thought about it for a while, and quickly added: "It's not your personal contact information, sir, can you send me the number of the Talk machine? That way, I can contact you in advance on weekends." Check to see if you need food delivery."
In the military department, officers above a certain level generally do not publish their personal contact information at will.
If someone needs to contact them, it is usually through the assistant officer next to these people.
Even if there is a real need for work and you have to talk to these officers directly, most of them will only leave their working Talk phone numbers.
Charlotte felt that this was not a particularly over-the-top request. After all, she couldn't clearly know the overtime hours of this person, and it was troublesome to run up to check every time.
Of course, Charlotte added an extra sentence: "If it's inconvenient, forget it. I have the contact information of Colonel Brown. I can ask him when the time comes."
It's just that it would be more troublesome to convey it in this way, so Charlotte would talk to Aristide like this.
Ares, who was holding the chopsticks, was still silent. Just when Charlotte thought he would refuse, he unexpectedly agreed.
"Turn on the light brain." Ares put the chopsticks on the edge of the bowl for the time being, and turned to her.
After hearing what he said, Charlotte hurriedly turned on her optical brain.
She was very perceptive and prepared to take off her optical brain so that she could hand it over to him, which would be more convenient for him to operate.
However, Ares glanced at the end of his eyes and said again: "Don't take it off, just move your hand over."
Hearing this, Charlotte stopped removing her brain, and moved her hand closer.
Ares looked at the optical brain in front of him, and the interface on it had been opened to the contact person.
She has always been quick to do things, often one step ahead of others.
The more in contact with her, the more obvious this feeling becomes.
Ares took her hand, entered his number on her optical brain, and then performed some operations.
His fingers didn't touch her wrist from beginning to end, he just manipulated the floating interface in a void.
In this way, the difference is very clear.
Charlotte didn't pay attention to these details, her attention was on his optical brain.
She found that the optical brain he was using now seemed to be different from the previous one.
how to say?As far as the appearance design is concerned, I think the model should be more advanced.
In the research and development of this kind of equipment, the military has always produced many capable people, and the iterative update of products is also very fast.
Compared with civilian optical brains, military optical brains are much more advanced.
The optical brain in Xia Luo's hand was given by Qin Shaoheng before, and it was considered a top match for civilian use at that time.
But after such a long time, of course, it will no longer be the latest model, and it cannot be compared with military ones.
However, Charlotte doesn't have much pursuit of this, and she doesn't completely rely on these technological devices anyway.
Charlotte was standing by and watching, when she heard a message sound from the light brain in Ares' hand.
At this moment, Charlotte suddenly realized that his operation was not right.
He just gave her the number of a Talk machine, why did he turn on his optical computer?
She felt that he could report the number to her directly, so why do so many unnecessary operations now?
Next to him, Ares lowered his head slightly, operating something on his optical brain with his fingers.
Charlotte had a faint premonition in her heart, but as soon as this idea popped up, she was denied it by herself.
Impossible, he couldn't give her his personal contact information, they didn't know that well.
Charlotte felt that, with her current status as an intern, there was too much of a gap between him and a high-ranking officer like him, and the two of them would definitely not have anything to do with each other in private.
"Okay." Ares quickly turned off his optical brain again, and picked up the chopsticks on the table instead.
Charlotte quickly lowered her head to look at her own optical brain interface, sorting them alphabetically, there is no need to swipe at all, and his name is at the top of the page.
Charlotte opened it and saw that it was indeed his personal contact information!
It turned out...not the number of the Talk machine?
He even stored the names of the contacts for her. The only thing Charlotte did from the beginning to the end was probably to stretch out her hand.
Charlotte looked at Ares beside him very puzzled. Could it be that he mishandled it?
Although this situation is unlikely, Charlotte still reminded him kindly: "Sir, what you gave is your personal contact information, not the Talk phone number."
There was only the last bite of noodles left in the bowl. After Ares finished eating it, he said, "Well, I may not be in the office. For food delivery on weekends, you can directly contact this number."
Hearing what he said, Charlotte understood in an instant.
Indeed, the Talk machine in the office is not that convenient after all.
In case he was not in the office, she had nowhere to ask, and she would have to trouble Colonel Brown to report it.
So, this is his sympathy for his subordinates, saving her from going back and forth about food delivery?
Thinking of this, Charlotte felt that it seemed quite reasonable.
She is directly responsible to him for food delivery, which will indeed be more efficient.
It seems that he is really a good officer, and he cannot be defined simply by "indifference", "alienation" and "unhumanity".
However, Charlotte still felt quite surprised, she never thought that she would get his personal contact information.
But to be honest, this period of time should come in handy.
When the orderly came back from leave, she could leave the job.
While thinking about this, Charlotte consciously picked up the dishes.
Ares didn't take the initiative to wash the dishes like he did at the beginning.
She will not agree to him to clean up, both he and she know.
After all, they are both equally smart and equally good at reading people's hearts.
(End of this chapter)
She explained her original intention, then turned around and cleaned up the table.
Although I only made a bowl of noodles, the table needs to be cleaned up.
Ares silently ate what she made, and inadvertently looked up at her again.
Charlotte was busy with her back to him, so she didn't notice Ares' sight.
His eyes were a little less indifferent, and brought a little warmth that was rarely seen on weekdays.
The two people in the room were very quiet, and neither of them spoke.
The only sound was probably the sound of Charlotte tidying up the kitchen utensils.
After Charlotte finished roughly tidying up, she seemed to think of something again, and turned to Ares and said, "Sir, if it's convenient, can I leave your contact information?"
Probably because he didn't expect Charlotte to make such a request, Ares's movements of eating noodles unconsciously slowed down.
Immediately, he temporarily stopped his chopsticks and looked at her without saying a word.
Seeing him like this, Charlotte thought about it for a while, and quickly added: "It's not your personal contact information, sir, can you send me the number of the Talk machine? That way, I can contact you in advance on weekends." Check to see if you need food delivery."
In the military department, officers above a certain level generally do not publish their personal contact information at will.
If someone needs to contact them, it is usually through the assistant officer next to these people.
Even if there is a real need for work and you have to talk to these officers directly, most of them will only leave their working Talk phone numbers.
Charlotte felt that this was not a particularly over-the-top request. After all, she couldn't clearly know the overtime hours of this person, and it was troublesome to run up to check every time.
Of course, Charlotte added an extra sentence: "If it's inconvenient, forget it. I have the contact information of Colonel Brown. I can ask him when the time comes."
It's just that it would be more troublesome to convey it in this way, so Charlotte would talk to Aristide like this.
Ares, who was holding the chopsticks, was still silent. Just when Charlotte thought he would refuse, he unexpectedly agreed.
"Turn on the light brain." Ares put the chopsticks on the edge of the bowl for the time being, and turned to her.
After hearing what he said, Charlotte hurriedly turned on her optical brain.
She was very perceptive and prepared to take off her optical brain so that she could hand it over to him, which would be more convenient for him to operate.
However, Ares glanced at the end of his eyes and said again: "Don't take it off, just move your hand over."
Hearing this, Charlotte stopped removing her brain, and moved her hand closer.
Ares looked at the optical brain in front of him, and the interface on it had been opened to the contact person.
She has always been quick to do things, often one step ahead of others.
The more in contact with her, the more obvious this feeling becomes.
Ares took her hand, entered his number on her optical brain, and then performed some operations.
His fingers didn't touch her wrist from beginning to end, he just manipulated the floating interface in a void.
In this way, the difference is very clear.
Charlotte didn't pay attention to these details, her attention was on his optical brain.
She found that the optical brain he was using now seemed to be different from the previous one.
how to say?As far as the appearance design is concerned, I think the model should be more advanced.
In the research and development of this kind of equipment, the military has always produced many capable people, and the iterative update of products is also very fast.
Compared with civilian optical brains, military optical brains are much more advanced.
The optical brain in Xia Luo's hand was given by Qin Shaoheng before, and it was considered a top match for civilian use at that time.
But after such a long time, of course, it will no longer be the latest model, and it cannot be compared with military ones.
However, Charlotte doesn't have much pursuit of this, and she doesn't completely rely on these technological devices anyway.
Charlotte was standing by and watching, when she heard a message sound from the light brain in Ares' hand.
At this moment, Charlotte suddenly realized that his operation was not right.
He just gave her the number of a Talk machine, why did he turn on his optical computer?
She felt that he could report the number to her directly, so why do so many unnecessary operations now?
Next to him, Ares lowered his head slightly, operating something on his optical brain with his fingers.
Charlotte had a faint premonition in her heart, but as soon as this idea popped up, she was denied it by herself.
Impossible, he couldn't give her his personal contact information, they didn't know that well.
Charlotte felt that, with her current status as an intern, there was too much of a gap between him and a high-ranking officer like him, and the two of them would definitely not have anything to do with each other in private.
"Okay." Ares quickly turned off his optical brain again, and picked up the chopsticks on the table instead.
Charlotte quickly lowered her head to look at her own optical brain interface, sorting them alphabetically, there is no need to swipe at all, and his name is at the top of the page.
Charlotte opened it and saw that it was indeed his personal contact information!
It turned out...not the number of the Talk machine?
He even stored the names of the contacts for her. The only thing Charlotte did from the beginning to the end was probably to stretch out her hand.
Charlotte looked at Ares beside him very puzzled. Could it be that he mishandled it?
Although this situation is unlikely, Charlotte still reminded him kindly: "Sir, what you gave is your personal contact information, not the Talk phone number."
There was only the last bite of noodles left in the bowl. After Ares finished eating it, he said, "Well, I may not be in the office. For food delivery on weekends, you can directly contact this number."
Hearing what he said, Charlotte understood in an instant.
Indeed, the Talk machine in the office is not that convenient after all.
In case he was not in the office, she had nowhere to ask, and she would have to trouble Colonel Brown to report it.
So, this is his sympathy for his subordinates, saving her from going back and forth about food delivery?
Thinking of this, Charlotte felt that it seemed quite reasonable.
She is directly responsible to him for food delivery, which will indeed be more efficient.
It seems that he is really a good officer, and he cannot be defined simply by "indifference", "alienation" and "unhumanity".
However, Charlotte still felt quite surprised, she never thought that she would get his personal contact information.
But to be honest, this period of time should come in handy.
When the orderly came back from leave, she could leave the job.
While thinking about this, Charlotte consciously picked up the dishes.
Ares didn't take the initiative to wash the dishes like he did at the beginning.
She will not agree to him to clean up, both he and she know.
After all, they are both equally smart and equally good at reading people's hearts.
(End of this chapter)