Samuel Shaw, who left the bathroom, felt that Jason Young was acting very strangely.
Half a minute ago, Jason Young had pointed to the mirror in front of the washbasin and asked if he could see anything unusual.
Unusual stuff? There were clearly only two sleep-deprived fools in the mirror. Samuel Shaw shrugged and went to the balcony with a toothbrush and cup.
Jason Young stayed in front of the washroom, dazed.
He had calmed down from the initial panic. After confirming that Samuel Shaw could not see the blonde Anya in the mirror, a magical sense of satisfaction suddenly arose in his heart.
The blonde Anya in the mirror belonged to him alone.
"Who are you?"
Jason Young asked a second time. His fingers moved on the mirror, gently tracing the other party's forehead and eyebrows, and went down the middle line of the bridge of the nose, finally resting on the pure and delicate lips like cherry blossoms.
The person in the mirror blinked and replied: "I don't know who I am, but you can call me Serena."
Her answer wasn't transmitted in voice, but rather a mental fluctuation that was directly mapped into his mind.
"Serena... Why are you in the mirror? Why can only I see you? Why do you look exactly like my sister?"
A series of questions made Serena frown slightly in the mirror, as if thinking about how to answer him.
Her expression when she frowned was the same as Anya's, which made Jason Young have the urge to question further.
There must be something wrong with my mental state... Jason Young smiled bitterly to himself.
If Samuel Shaw was on the side, he would definitely find it strange how he was talking to a mirror.
However, Jason Young enjoyed it, and he even found a reasonable explanation for all this in his own heart.
It must have been because of Anya's visit last night that rekindled the feelings he was hiding in his heart.
The Serena in the mirror is a phantom imagined by himself. The reason why he is prevented from going on a blind date is also because his subconscious attachment to Anya is causing trouble.
Jason Young, Jason Young, you are such a fool.
He criticized himself a hundred times in his heart.
"First of all, I don't want to be in the mirror," she said. "But currently, there seems to be only one way for us to communicate."
"I don't quite understand..."
"It doesn't matter. In short, as long as you know, I'm here to remind you. Never go to the appointment tomorrow!"
Jason Young unscrewed the faucet to fetch water for his toothbrush cup: "You think I want to go? But it was a blind date arranged by the Marriage and Childbirth Bureau, and it is illegal to flake out without reason."
"Flake out?" Serena's head tilted to the side, and she didn't seem to understand the word well.
"At least you have to show your face," he said optimistically. "Don't worry, it's just the activity funds of the Marriage and Childbirth Bureau. What's wrong with eating, drinking, and playing for free for a day?"
Serena's expression gradually became sad.
Jason Young was stunned for a moment and forgot that he was still collecting water.
In his memory, Anya's eyes were always confident and proud, hiding her rebelliousness and sharpness. When encountering difficulties, she would only think about how to overcome obstacles instead of being sentimental.
But this also made her less feminine.
Serena at this time looked like a rose facing frost, and people saw pity.
"Dead people." She said.
"It's just a date, how can it be so exaggerated?" Jason Young smiled and said, "I will always like Anya."
As if some magic spell had been triggered, after he finished saying "I will always like Anya" with a joking attitude, Serena disappeared in the mirror.
The snapping of running water splashing down on the sink sounded, and the overflowing water flowed down the four walls of the toothbrush cup under the tap.
Five minutes later, Jason Young came out of the bathroom and saw Samuel Shaw preparing to go to work with a briefcase.
"Hey, Sam, the psychiatrist you saw before..."
"Huh?" Samuel Shaw was pulling on the heel of his shoe at the door with a compressed cookie in his mouth.
Jason Young scratched his hair: "Give me her contact information. I would like to get to know her if I have the opportunity."
Samuel Shaw took the cookie in his hand and asked in surprise: "Do you also have psychological obstacles that you need to overcome?"
"Well... maybe... probably."
It was not easy for Jason Young to tell him directly.
Samuel Shaw didn't take it seriously. He was about to be late for work.
Jason Young doesn't have to work today.
The Marriage and Childbirth Bureau has the right to grant two days of special leave to couples who arrange blind dates, including the day of the blind date and the day before.
The previous day's vacation was used by both men and women to prepare for dating. It can be seen that the Marriage and Childbirth Bureau's blind date event planning is trying its best to promote marriage.
Jason Young's evaluation of this is—purely out of the whims of practice.
How many young people who have been united through blind dates in this era truly have feelings for each other?
Most people just make do with each other to escape the high singles tax.
It is only wishful thinking of those in power to expect such young couples to be on the right track after having children.
After two years of living independently in Seven Islands City, thanks to the job at Lightning Husky Express, Jason Young met all kinds of people, including many young men and women who were forcibly brought together by the Marriage and Childbirth Bureau.
At an age when they didn't even understand themselves, they became spouses in a daze and had children in a daze. The family of three was crowded into an old rental house, and life seemed to be at an end at a glance.
That's nonsense.
While criticizing in his heart, Jason Young went downstairs and stepped into his car.
Although Lightning Husky Express will not assign him tasks today, he still has a way to take private orders.
For a freelancer like him, a vacation is nothing to be happy about.
Freelancers believe in Dorado.
"Beep, the energy is less than 10%, and it is expected to support for 50 kilometers. Please recharge as soon as possible."
Jason Young sighed softly and had to go to a nearby energy replenishment site first.
Filling the motorcycle with energy once requires deducting 25 SP (Iron Dome Points) from his personal account. Lightning Husky Express will reimburse the rider 5-10 times a month based on the completion of odd-numbered subsidies. Overall, it is quite good. Conscience.
While waiting to be charged, Jason Young checked his bill.
The rent of the residence is 700SP, which is shared between him and Samuel Shaw. In addition, the average monthly cost of utilities and energy is about 400SP.
Including daily living expenses, he spends almost 1,000SP points a month.
The compensation paid to him by Lightning Husky Express fluctuates based on the monthly completion singular, and is also affected by uncertainties such as user complaint penalties, but it basically makes ends meet.
After spending two years in Seven Islands City, the number of SP points accumulated was only a poor 2,000.
Even the deposit when he first joined the company was made by Samuel Shaw.
Jason Young is very self-aware—he himself is the kind of young man who has not yet understood.
So he really couldn't figure out why the Marriage and Childbirth Bureau arranged a blind date for him.
The silver-gray motorcycle turned into an alley in the old town, and Jason Young stopped and stood up in front of an old warehouse that was half-covered with rolling shutter doors.
"Anyone?" He bent down and got under the roller shutter door.
A wide variety of cartons filled the warehouse behind the roller shutter doors, and a slovenly bearded man, wearing a VR eye patch, lay swinging back and forth on an oak rocking chair.
"Hey, Dave! It's almost ten o'clock, haven't you woken up yet?" Jason Young looked helpless.
The bearded man, named Dave Harrison, ostensibly runs a scrap recycling station and is actually the middleman in various private transactions.
Due to the existence of park laws and the Iron Dome Security Bureau, some goods cannot be delivered through logistics companies as formal as Lightning Husky Express, so Dave Harrison can only help recruit temporary delivery workers.
Many courier riders have worked part-time with him.
Of course, this company is quite principled and will not accept some orders that seem very dangerous. It is also pretty good for its part-time riders and only charges 10% of the labor costs as an intermediary.
"Hey, Dave?"
The bearded man was wearing headphones, and he didn't hear Jason Young's voice at all, making a wretched laugh.
Jason Young stepped forward and took off his blindfold: "What are you looking at? Let me see."
"Hey! Who! My day, Jason Young, you have a grudge, give it back to me quickly!"
Jason Young put on the VR blindfold for a few seconds and quickly took it off: "Your sister, it's so shameless to preach obscenity during the day."
"What do you know, this is a precious image from the old era. I bought it from a technical junkie for 1,000SP."
Jason Young looked at him: "If you hold and spread this kind of thing, you will be afraid of being exiled to reclaim wasteland if you are caught, right?"
"Isn't it enough not to be caught?" Dave Harrison looked indifferent.
It is well-founded and irrefutable.
There is a saying that it is hard to persuade a damn ghost. Jason Young is too lazy to talk nonsense with him and gets to the point: "Give me some work."
Dave Harrison was a little surprised and pointed at the Lightning Husky yellow vest on him: "You don't have to work today?"
"No." Jason Young scratched his head, feeling that it was too troublesome to explain, and he didn't want to say again about his upcoming blind date.
"I do need manpower for some work here." Dave Harrison took out his mobile phone and looked through the memo. Suddenly he looked up at Jason Young: "Do you know Ruby Bar?"
Ruby Bar... Jason Young's eyes flashed and he nodded.
"It's the bar you can't find on the map. Do you really know?"
"I've been."
"That's good." Dave Harrison got up and rummaged through the cardboard boxes piled up in the warehouse.
Moments later, he dug out a package and said, "Take this over."
"To whom? Can it be delivered to the bar?" Jason Young took the package in his hand and weighed it. It was not heavy and did not exceed one kilogram.
"The client just said, give this to the most beautiful woman in the bar today."