Becoming the villain of the white moonlight [Quick Transmigration]

Another year of high summer.

There are thick shades everywhere in Beijing University, and the ancient trees in the century-old famous school cast shadows outside the teaching buildings and on both sides of the road, bringing rare shade.

"Qiubai!" Song Zhihe raised his hand and shouted.

The pretty girl next to him is Song Zhihe's girlfriend from the School of Foreign Languages, and she is full of curiosity watching Shao Qiubai walking out of the teaching building.

"This is the legendary Shao Qiubai." She sighed.

"What's the legend?"

The girl didn't seem to know her boyfriend's desire to compare, and listed them one by one: "That's a lot."

"The graduate of the School of Economics and Management has excellent grades for four years, with a GPA of 4.0, and won the championship of the National Undergraduate Entrepreneurship Competition and several other national consulting competitions. I went to the world's top three consulting companies for internships in my junior year. I heard that now Before he graduated, several well-known fund companies in the industry rushed to send him offers."

After counting the achievements of the school's well-known top students with a smile, seeing the sour smell from the vinegar jar around her, the girl burst into a smile, took Song Zhihe's hand, and whispered in his ear.

"But I still like you the most."

Song Zhihe's body suddenly bloomed with spring warmth, and he became a fool laughing.

Shao Qiubai didn't see this scene, he walked out of the teaching building with his book in hand, just in time to see a new advertisement on the bulletin board beside the road, so he stopped to look at it for a few seconds.

"Autumn White."

Song Zhihe walked forward with his girlfriend and patted Shao Qiubai on the shoulder.

"looking at what?"

He raised his head, and as expected, there was a large advertisement of Stellar I3 on ​​the bulletin board, the picture was cool and eye-catching.

"I3 is going to be released in a blink of an eye," Song Zhihe sighed, "When I1 was born, Mr. Qin caused a bloody storm in our school. It was like going deep into the enemy camp alone, fighting all of us with a mobile phone There are thousands of troops in the Communication Department."

"Is that exaggerated?" His girlfriend patted him.

"Isn't it?" He pulled Shao Qiubai to ask for approval: "Qiubai, do you still remember? It is no exaggeration to say that our communication department was all fans of Stellar I1, but after a class, they all rebelled and managed Xing Xing called Dad, the picture is too beautiful to look at."

"By the way, Qiubai also got a new mobile phone issued by Mr. Qin. After that, a whole classmate of our department blocked Qiubai for half a week, and we didn't stop until Xingxing was officially released."

"That's right," my girlfriend was reminded, and sighed: "I was in the third year of high school when the Stellar I1 was released. I only remember that the door of the experience store near my home was full of people. Some people didn't get it on the first day. They brought tents and quilts at night. Watching at the door of the store, I heard that when the door opened the next day, the clerk was shocked."

"By the way, Qiubai, I heard that the stellar I1 sold more than 1000 million units in China, and even sold 300 million units abroad. You and Mr. Qin have a good relationship. Is it true?"

Shao Qiubai nodded and reported an accurate number: "320 million."

"It's amazing." Song Zhihe sighed: "Who believed that a domestic mobile phone of about 2000 yuan could sell this sales volume before? Mr. Qin is really a god."

"The Stellar I1 has broken the domestic mobile phone sales record. The Stellar I2 has set off a buying frenzy in foreign countries and broke the world record. The Stellar I3 has not yet been officially released. I don't know what kind of shock it will bring."

"But you are luckier than us. Teacher Qin has always favored you. You must have seen I3 secretly, and maybe even touched it."

Shao Qiubai just laughed and said nothing, not mentioning that there is a brand new Stellar I3 lying in his schoolbag right now, so as not to irritate Song Zhihe.

"I've seen it for a long time..." Song Zhihe was still complaining: "It's fine if Mr. Qin got you in the lottery in the freshman year, but in the sophomore year, he said that he would take out a Stellar I2 to reward you for ranking first in this class. In the end, you took the exam even though you were not from the Department of Electronic Communications, and you got the prize again."

"Is it luck? Is it strength? No! This is Teacher Qin's preference! In this world of faces..."

Let Song Zhihe's envy, jealousy and hatred go on forever, Shao Qiubai interrupted him: "Didn't you graduate for a year? What are you going back to school for?"

Song Zhihe looked at the gentle and considerate girlfriend around him, and compared with his friend who had been secretly in love for four years and hadn't achieved a fruitful result yet, he finally regained some sense of accomplishment.

"Isn't it the recruitment season? I'll accompany Xiaolan to the job fair, and I'll stop by the School of Economics and Management to see you... It's almost time for graduation defense."

"Senior Shao has chosen a place of employment?" Song Zhihe's girlfriend Xiaolan asked curiously, "Are you planning to go to an investment bank, a fund company, a securities company, a state agency... or to continue your studies?"

"I can answer this without him asking," Song Zhihe saw Shao Qiubai looking at the star poster, unceremoniously revealed his friend's short story: "Our Qiubai is a young man with ideals and aspirations. If you have achieved your ultimate goal in life, you must go to work for the Star Group, and your attitude is more determined than my pursuit of you."

He was glared at by his girlfriend, "How wonderful is Stellar, a leader in smartphones, a world-renowned big company, why don't you join me and see?"

Song Zhihe touched his nose: "It wasn't like that at the time."

"...But having said that, I understand why Teacher Qin appreciates you," he said to Shao Qiubai, "He firmly believes that Xingxing can succeed, and you also firmly believe that Xingxing can succeed. You have the same interests and the same views. No wonder Teacher Qin knows that Your ambition will often take you to visit the star group."

"..."

What they went to was not the Star Group, but a private hospital, but Song Zhihe didn't need to know about this.

Shao Qiubai smiled, and was about to change the subject when he saw a familiar black car driving into the campus from the corner of his eye. When it approached the teaching building, the window rolled down, and Qin Zeyu waved to him from inside.

More than three years have passed, and even the third-generation Xingxing mobile phone has been released. He still looks as young as the first time we met.

Shao Qiubai's eyes lit up, and he said to Song Zhihe, "Sorry, I have something to do later, see you later."

Song Zhihe followed his gaze to see Qin Zeyu, and sighed: "Look, let me just say... Teacher Qin is too kind to you. If you two were not of the same gender, I thought he wanted to chase you."

It's me who wants to chase him.

Shao Qiubai sighed his friend's slowness in his heart, and waved his hand, "Stop talking, Qin... Teacher Qin is still waiting for me."

"Oh, wait." Song Zhihe stopped him, fumbled in his pocket, and found an envelope.

"I just saw an envelope with your name on it when I was doing visitor registration in the reception room, but there was no department, class and contact information on it. I don't know how long I have been lying there... When I left You brought it here, and if you have time, take it apart and have a look."

"Maybe it's a love letter?" Song Zhihe squeezed his eyes: "You know, girls nowadays are shy."

love letter?

Shao Qiubai laughed.

The love letter he wanted was written by only one person, but that person would probably prefer to shut himself in his office typing papers if he had the time.

He took the white envelope that said "Shao Qiubai Received" with only a stamp on it, without even the sender's address and name written on it. Shao Qiubai put it in his pocket and said to Song Zhihe, "I'm really gone. .”

"Let's go." Song Zhihe waved his hand and looked at Qin Zeyu in the car, "Your Teacher Qin is still waiting for you."

Shao Qiubai laughed.

He walked towards the black car with scattered golden spots in the shade of the trees, and his steps gradually became brisk.The sunlight scattered from among the leaves shone on that gentle face, and there was some warmth in the eyes in a trance.

In front of the teaching building, Xiao Lan tugged at Song Zhihe, and said doubtfully, "Oh, don't you think..."

"What do you think?" Song Zhihe looked extremely envious of this touching teacher-student relationship.

"...Forget it." Xiao Lan gave up on further research, patted her boyfriend on the head, and sighed, "You husky."

·

The car drove to the private hospital familiarly. Shao Qiubai watched Qin Zeyu enter the consulting room that only he and Dr. Richard could enter. He and another nurse went to the next room.

The nurse inserted the needle for him, hung up the blood bag, adjusted the height of the hospital bed, and then said with a gentle smile, "If you need to remove the needle, please ring the bell to call me."

Shao Qiubai nodded.

These years, Qin Zeyu brought him to the clinic almost every month, and Shao Qiubai also tried to inquire about his condition from the nurses, but the nurses here were trained to keep their mouths tight, and he gave up this behavior after a few times.

Not to mention Dr. Richard, even though Shao Qiubai helped him buy Xingxing mobile phones several times, he still only smiled and shook his head while holding his beloved mobile phone: "I understand your feelings very well, Shao, but you should respect My professional ethics, I will not disclose the patient's privacy..."

Withdrawing his thoughts, Shao Qiubai put the hand with the needle on the pillow, and took out an analysis report of the consulting company borrowed from the teacher from his schoolbag.

After turning through about a dozen pages, he thought about his plans after graduation, and stared at a certain line of text in a daze.

Regarding the arrangement after graduation, Shao Qiubai originally planned to stay and work in Xingxing.Qin Zeyu also had this intention, and asked him to practice with Dong Tezhu from the beginning of his senior year to familiarize himself with the company's affairs.But on the eve of graduation, after receiving the offer from the venture capital fund where he practiced before, Shao Qiubai suddenly became uncertain again.

Staying in Xingxing is a safe path, but it may take many years to go alone and even take part of the work pressure for Qin Zeyu.Although the venture capital fund that is optimistic about Shao Qiubai has not been established for a long time, it has successfully invested in more than a dozen technology companies at home and abroad. Shao Qiubai discussed with Qin Zeyu, and he is also very optimistic about the prospects of these technology companies.

What is even more exciting is that the partners of the venture capital fund promised that once Shao Qiubai is willing to join the company, he can be granted a part of dry shares within 5 years based on his investment performance, and it is not impossible to even become a partner.

However, if he chooses this way, he will no longer be able to get along with Qin Zeyu day and night, and maybe he will gradually drift away.

Difficult to make a decision in his heart, he couldn't stand it several times, so Shao Qiubai simply closed the report and was about to put it back in his schoolbag.

At this moment, with a big movement, an envelope fell from the coat pocket and landed on the snow-white bed sheet.It was the one that Song Zhihe had found from the reception room.

Shao Qiubai picked up the envelope from the bed and looked at the front and back.

The envelope was the most common type found in small supermarkets on the street. The three characters "Shao Qiubai" were written in standard Song typeface on the front, and there were no other words or marks other than that.

Nowadays, SMS and instant messaging software are very developed, and almost every young person on the street has a smart phone. Few people use this retro communication method anymore.

Thinking of Song Zhihe's previous "love letter theory", Shao Qiubai couldn't help curling his lips. Anyway, he was fine now, so he tore open the envelope casually, and took out a piece of printing paper folded into a square inside.

The A4 paper was unfolded layer by layer, with creases, and a short line of words was written in Song Dynasty in the center, and a string of phone numbers below.

Shao Qiubai looked up and almost immediately held his breath.

"Want to know Qin Zeyu's condition?"

The black handwriting fell on the snow-white paper, and the ink soaked into the fibers, like blood oozing from the depths of the white paper.

Shao Qiubai stared at these words closely, with mixed feelings in his heart, he couldn't tell what he felt.Suddenly, the door was knocked several times.

His eyelashes trembled, as if awakened suddenly, he subconsciously grabbed the white paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Please come in."

The nurse carried the tray, walked in the door with a smile, and said, "Are you ready? Mr. Qin is already waiting for you in the waiting room."