The Fourth Quadrant of Online Games

After dinner, Xiang Hong went to a meeting again, but Pu Yiyang saw the timing and finally managed to escape back to school.

As a result, he was restless all afternoon, with formulas and numbers in front of him, and the proud Mr. Xiang in his mind, so he had to sneak to the bathroom to wash his face, and silently recited "Don't be fooled by beauty" ten times. Just ran into my tutor.

Chang Yuan looked left and right, stared at him with a pensive look, and said nothing.

Pu Yiyang wiped his lower lip subconsciously.

Chang Yuan's eyes lit up, as if he had cheated, he laughed and said, "You boy, have you been in a relationship these two days?"

Pu Yiyang: "..."

It's all because of his guilty conscience that he followed Chang Yuan's way.

His tutor has a particularly sensitive sense of smell in some aspects, squinted his eyes and looked at him for a long time, and said, "Did you meet at FREE?"

Pu Yiyang stuttered in fright: "Why, why do you say that?"

"I said that you have been so active in running other companies as if you have changed your core recently," Chang Yuan rubbed his chin and said, "It turns out that you are going to meet a beautiful woman."

When Pu Yiyang thought about who the "beautiful woman" was and what kind of unlucky situation he was in, he was really full of grievances and couldn't tell, so he looked helplessly at his mentor, hoping that she would stop getting to the bottom of it.

Fortunately, Chang Yuan also gave him face, so he patted him on the shoulder, and said very considerately: "It doesn't matter if you are in a relationship, and we met at work. If I can give you some motivation, the teacher would like to thank you."

These words were heart-pounding, and Pu Yiyang was a little moved again.

It was just that the emotion didn't last for a few seconds as usual.

"But what kind of object are you? How old are you, how tall are you, where do you live, what do you do..." Chang Yuan made a gesture to take out a small notebook to record, "Don't blame the teacher, my mother-in-law, and my mother for being so gossip and knowing you so well. For many years, you have known how to stay in the laboratory and play games every day. I was afraid that you would bump into a fairy... Hey, Pu Yiyang, where are you going? Do you still know how to respect teachers and listen to teachers?"

Pu Yiyang slipped faster than a rabbit, how could he be so stupid as to stand in place and accept repeated tortures by his mentor.

In order to hide from Chang Yuan, he had to spend the whole afternoon on the roof of the mathematics building.

It was not so cold in Jiangcheng in late autumn. He leaned against the roof, squinted against the sun, and turned himself into a salted fish.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that there was someone beside him.

The man was sitting next to him, holding a book and a stack of draft paper in his hand, with his head slightly lowered, writing vigorously on the paper.

Pu Yiyang raised his neck only to realize that there were several other books beside his head. The books were quite high, and it seemed that they were placed here deliberately, probably to prevent the sun from shining directly on his face.

The angles of the top two books and the bottom one are slightly different, which means that the person has been here for a while, at least he has carefully adjusted the position of the books as the light changes.

Really like that guy's style.

Pu Yiyang sat up, randomly picked up one of the books, and flipped through it in his hand.

"I won't appreciate what you do," he said, "even if you take my dad's book to shade me from the sun, or imitate him sitting here and doing the questions, it's the same."

The man put down his pen, raised his hand to take off the gold-rimmed glasses that he didn't usually wear, and turned his head to look at him: "I discovered this place first, decades ago, and brought Zhengping here."

Pu Yiyang's heart twitched.

"He was quite similar to you at that time. When the sun was shining, he liked to lie down and sleep first, saying that his mind would be clearer." Lu Yuxing smiled slightly, and his eyes fell on the open space beside him. It was as if there was another young man lying there, "and then he would wake up and complain that his eyes were sunburned again."

Pu Yiyang frowned, and put down the book belonging to Pu Zhengping.

He shouldn't be on the roof today.Maybe he won't come here again in the future, no matter how warm the memory of being brought here by a man when he was a child, it no longer exists.

He stretched himself and was about to go downstairs, but just as he stood up, he caught a glimpse of someone standing downstairs.

The man didn't know what method he used to drive the sports car into the school. It stopped in front of the building of the Department of Mathematics. The exaggerated sunglasses, I don't know if I sensed something at this time, and I raised my head to look up.

Pu Yiyang's first reaction was to squat down.

Soon the mobile phone in his pocket rang, he took it out tremblingly, and said under his throat, "Hello?"

"Are you in the building?" Xiang Hong's voice came out, "Look down."

Pu Yiyang bit the bullet and replied: "I... am here, I saw it. Well, why are you here?"

Xiang Hong: "Stupid. What can I do here? Of course I will pick you up."

Pu Yiyang has faintly heard commotion downstairs, this is really normal, university teachers and students rarely drive luxury cars to school, not to mention that this is not an ordinary car, but a coquettish car that is usually only seen in magazines See the sports car.The bright yellow sports car is eye-catching enough, and the driver is a long-haired handsome man wearing sunglasses, wearing the soft light filter of the setting sun, without any suspense, he has attracted enough attention.

He just didn't expect Mr. Xiang to plan to perform tricks from the company to the school.

"I, uh, probably won't be able to go," he peered down through the gap in the railing. "There's still work to be done."

He thought that Xiang Hong's time was precious, and he should lose his patience and turn around after hearing what he said. Unexpectedly, the person below closed the car door, leaned against the car, and said calmly: "Okay, it's okay, take your time." Take it easy, I'll wait here."

The number of eyes gathered around that person was increasing. Even though it was evening, more people came to the mathematics building than went out. It seemed that they heard the news and wanted to come and watch.

Pu Yiyang scratched his hair and admitted defeat: "Wait a minute, I'll come down right away! Right away!"

Xiang Hong seemed to be smiling: "Why, don't you work again?"

This guy must have done it on purpose, Pu Yiyang scolded ten thousand words in his heart, but he still said: "You can do it tomorrow, there is no rush."

Let this evildoer swagger below, and his old face, which is comparable to a city wall, will be lost all at once.

He stood up a little bit, kept his bent posture, and was about to sneak down on tiptoe, but he didn't expect to walk a few steps when he heard someone calling him.

"Yangyang," Lu Yuxing stood up early, and the place he was looking at was downstairs, "Is that person here to pick you up?"

It's a double attack, Pu Yiyang thought painfully, he forgot about this trouble.

The phone calls were made in front of people, can he still deny it?He just nodded helplessly.

Lu Yuxing frowned and said, "It's Mr. Xiang from FREE."

Pu Yiyang was a little surprised.It's not surprising that Lu Yuxing knew Wu Zheng, after all, it seemed that the project they collaborated on was met by Mr. Wu.But Xiang Hong's situation is different. Mr. Xiao Xiang has just returned to China not long ago, and he has no real power in his hands. What made the reclusive Professor Lu fall in love with him?

"You two, when did you get on so well?" Lu Yuxing said in a low voice, and then added uneasily, "What kind of relationship do you guys have?"

Unlike when facing Chang Yuan, Pu Yiyang didn't want Lu Yuxing to misunderstand, but when he heard the phrase "what's the relationship", the stubbornness in his heart came up again, and he opened his mouth: "What does this have to do with Professor Lu? "

A trace of anxiety floated on Lu Yuxing's face: "Yangyang, listen to me, you don't know what the FREE people have done, it's very dangerous..."

"Dangerous? How strange." Pu Yiyang lowered his eyes, "Professor Lu, wasn't it you who wanted me to be included in this project? You asked me to go to FREE, and now you want me to go?"

Lu Yuxing was a little stunned by the words, and quickly stared at Pu Yiyang: "This is not the same thing. I just hope you cheer up and don't waste your talent, but, Yangyang, I don't want to see you like your father ..."

The thorn in Pu Yiyang's heart grew out again, piercing his chest, and he said, "Like my dad, what? Doing things for FREE, or... like him, falling in love with a man?"

Lu Yuxing's eyes widened suddenly: "You..."

Pu Yiyang went on to say: "Professor Lu, why do you care about me now? Back then you always knew what my dad was doing and who he was with, and why did you ever stop him?"

Lu Yuxing was startled, and whispered, "I persuaded him, why didn't I persuade him..."

Pu Yiyang stared at him: "But you still watched him die."

He could see distinct shapes of pain on the man's face.The shell on Lu Yu's star surface was broken, and he broke it.This shell also grows in his heart, usually blocking these spikes that are protruding.

Sometimes he didn't know why he used these words to provoke Lu Yuxing.Just like his mother pushed him away ten years ago, he has never shown any kindness to this Uncle Lu who cared about him in the past ten years.When faced with an unbearably painful event, people seem to need a target to blame, to convince themselves that it is not their fault.His mother chose to hate him, and he chose to hate Lu Yuxing.

The junior brother's matter was obviously also a wound in Lu Yuxing's heart.

After that man died, he, his mother, and Lu Yuxing, the three of them who survived seemed to be walking on a single-plank bridge. The horns are facing each other, exposing each other's scars, wishing to stab each other bloody, and then roll off the cliff together.

When facing Pu Yiyang, Lu Yuxing must be the first to lose.

"I'm sorry. I'm... I'm not qualified to care about you." Professor Lu's lips trembled, his eyes were sad, and he looked at the people downstairs, "If you really like him, I hope he is different .You...be careful yourself."

Pu Yiyang had already turned around, but when he heard this sentence, he stood still for a few seconds, but he didn't say anything, and went downstairs anyway.

There was already an uproar in the building. Seeing him appear, some classmates asked him: "Hey, have you seen the handsome guy downstairs? Who is that? Where did he come from?"

"I don't think it's a starlet, it seems like a rich second generation, come here to wait for a girlfriend," another classmate said, "I just don't know who is so lucky."

The first student said: "It's unexpected that there is such an attractive classmate in our department... Come and take a bet, see which goddess it is, come here, Brother Yang, why don't you come and guess together?"

Pu Yiyang didn't say a word, and went downstairs quickly with a blank expression on his face.

He knew that everyone was looking at him, including those classmates who were gossiping about him just now, each of them followed him out of the building and towards Xiang Hong.

When he opened the car door, he heard many people exclaiming.

Only this time, he didn't even have the thought of dodging, and he didn't even look at Xiang Hong's reaction, just like that, he opened the door steadily and sat in the passenger seat.

Xiang Hong followed into the car, and before starting the engine, Pu Yiyang suddenly grabbed the hand.

The person in the driver's seat looked at him suspiciously.

Pu Yiyang lowered his head slightly, and said hoarsely, "Are you sure, do you want to continue playing like this with me?"

Xiang Hong was stunned for a moment, and immediately said, "Cut, are you threatening me? Is it possible that I still can't afford it?"

Pu Yiyang turned his head suddenly, staring straight at Xiang Hong: "Mr. Xiang, I may be gay."

Xiang Hong was obviously unprepared. Hearing what he said, his hands on the steering wheel slipped off: "Gay? Didn't you still like Ding Miaomiao before, and you also liked me? Isn't it... what is maybe? Pu Yi Yang, are you bluffing and want me to confess myself first?"

"Maybe." Pu Yiyang repeated the ambiguous statement again, and suddenly swept away the gloom on his face, and resumed his grinning and obscene look, "I'm not afraid that I'm too attractive, Mr. Xiang, you can't control me." Hold on, did you really do a fake show with me?"

Xiang Hong looked at him strangely, and after a few seconds, he realized that he shook off his hand, rolled his eyes and said, "Go ahead and dream!"

Pu Yiyang shook the hand that was thrown away, leaned back in the chair, turned his head to look at the building in the night, and smiled softly.