Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

The young man felt that what he said was quite sincere, but when he handed over the five yuan roll with the contact information, the inexplicable coldness that emerged became stronger.

The other party's moody voice came from above his head.

"You don't learn well at a young age."

He was stunned by these words, it would be fine if someone else said these words, but it would be very delicate to say them from a male model who lost his footing, he hesitated to speak in his eyes.

Seeing the other party turn and leave, he subconsciously tugged on the sleeve of the man's suit: "Don't you want my five dollars?"

The cold material was like touching water, and he didn't notice that his behavior was like a little fox gently hooking a person's calf with its tail.

The man stood still and glanced at him—he actually took the note, he couldn't help but feel flattered, looking at the other's back, he couldn't help but think that this person is always above him when he gets help.

The black Bugatti was parked on the road. Assistant Fang sat in the car and took a nap, then straightened up when he heard the door open.

He didn't know where He Shanting got off the car and went, but it shouldn't be a place like a bar, after all, his boss is so sensitive to sound to the point of sickness.

He Shanting sat back in the back row of the car, looked at the number on the note and asked suddenly: "Will you take care of a male model when you are eighteen or nineteen?"

Assistant Fang did not expect to hear this question. If he remembered correctly, He Shanting was 19 years old and had already graduated from Stanford Business School. It was hard to imagine that this student would be a good student.

He answered uncertainly: "I'm sure not, but children of this age happen to be in the rebellious period, and they can learn to smoke and drink everything. As long as they are educated in time, there should be no major problems."

Assistant Fang commented that he had answered the answer but didn't answer it completely. He Shanting added another sentence for fear of offending him: "It may be that he has taken a fancy to the other party."

This may be the answer that parents are most worried about. Eighteen or nineteen is the period when hormones are flooding. If you see a wild man, you will die.

But after he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of the man's brows loosely through the rearview mirror, and Assistant Fang hadn't had time to think about seeing the curly-haired boy outside the window.

"Follow."

The man in the back seat rolled his eyelids.

He Shanting wouldn't be talking about Song Zui, would he?As soon as this thought came into his mind, it was dismissed as quickly as a hydrogen balloon deflated.

Song Zui is the most well-behaved child he has ever seen. He will listen to everyone and won't make people worry. He will go to the bar to lick his wounds if he breaks up without crying.

The driver said yes respectfully, and be careful to keep up with the people in front, but the young man had a surprisingly anti-tracking awareness, he lurched into the alley and couldn't see it, he could only see it on the edge of Shanghai University.

Assistant Fang, who was just praising the peace of mind of a young man, couldn't help but remain silent. Is this something that ordinary children can do?In some respects Song Zui can be said to be extremely cautious, diving into the vast sea like a slippery fish.

He could see that the young man was unwilling to get in touch with people from the past and wanted to start a new life, but he still couldn't help worrying: "Song Zui is not easy to get close to."

He Shanting's face was hidden in the night, when Assistant Fang suddenly heard the man speak calmly.

"Get a new phone card."

When Song Zui came back, Wu Zhen at the door couldn't hide his excitement and asked, "I saw that you gave that male model money to be a friend, do you know how much you gave?"

Under Yin Zihan's disclosure, he knew that the other party's willingness to accept the contact information was not a small amount, but the next second he heard the boy answer.

"Five dollars."

Wu Zhen suddenly felt that it was a miracle that the tall man didn't carry the boy into the trash can, let alone take away his contact information.

The boy walked out of the bar and keenly noticed that there was a car following him on the opposite road, driving and stopping on the open road, showing a strange smell.

He walked in front to change the route, Wu Zhen helped the drunk Yin Zihan behind, the two of them didn't realize that the change was just a detour.

"I can't even remember the route." Yin Zihan, who was being supported by Wu Zhen, sneered, "I drove a Porsche around most of Shanghai on the day I got my driver's license."

Wu Zhen couldn't help sighing when he heard Porsche, the gap between people is too big, he only has a non-brand electric car and it was retired from his father.

Song Zui heard the word "Porsche" very plainly. The worst thing in Xu Ning's garage is a Lamborghini, and the nanny only drives a Porsche while driving to buy groceries.

However, his focus is on the numbers: "Shanghai stock market covers an area of ​​[-] square kilometers. Driving at high speed for a long time can easily lead to fatigue and drowsiness. According to the normal driving rhythm, theoretically - at most - [-] kilometers a day, so you are running in a dream. Have you covered more than half of the Shanghai stock market?"

Yin Zihan looked at the boy with a serious face, his teeth were a little itchy, Wu Zhen felt that the two of them were not getting along well.

At the next day's class meeting, Yin Zihan voted for the class monitor because of his generosity, and became the class monitor of the physics class. At the beginning, he went to class every day without seeing anyone for two days.

Contrary to Yin Zihan, Song Zui is either on his way to class or to the library every day, but his whereabouts are also very vague.

The class in the morning is general physics. Although the name is general physics, it is recognized as the most difficult course, which has made a great contribution to the low graduation rate of the Physics Department of Shanghai University.

When Wu Zhen walked to the classroom in a hurry, Puwu's teacher happened to be doing roll call. He sat in the empty seat and answered for Yin Zihan, who was sleeping in the dormitory, and then answered for himself while pinching his nose.

After answering, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then let go of his hanging heart. If Yin Zihan knew that he didn't answer him, he would definitely get angry.

"A small quiz in the second half of the class." The strict Puwu teacher stood on the podium and said, "The results of this quiz will be included in the usual grades. The questions are carefully prepared by myself. I hope everyone can complete them well."

When the test papers were handed out to the classroom, the students were miserable, and it was difficult to pass the general exams based on their usual homework. Wu Zhen looked at the test papers like a bible and looked at Song Zui by the window.

The young man sat upright on the chair, the butterfly bone under the shirt could be seen clearly when the wind blew, and he concentrated on writing the blank test paper.

He regretted not sitting next to Song Zui today. Fortunately, after the test papers were handed out, the teacher himself felt that the questions were difficult, so he allowed them to hand in the papers at [-] pm.

After Puwu finished class, Wu Zhen returned to the dormitory with the unfinished test paper. He handed a blank test paper to Yin Zihan who was on the bed: "The teacher said that the monitor will collect the test papers and hand them in at four o'clock in the afternoon."

Yin Zihan took the test paper casually, he opened his mouth to eat at home, and stretched out his hand to Wu Zhen: "Go to the cafeteria and get me a bowl of rice."

Wu Zhen grew up pampered at home, but Yin Zihan knew people in the society, so he didn't dare to offend and could only go to the cafeteria to get food.

When he came back, Song Zui was sitting at the desk reading literature, and he took the test paper to ask for advice: "I don't know how to calculate the force of this ball on the track."

"First calculate the induced electric field and then calculate the resulting tangential acceleration. The magnetic field force on the ball points to the center of the circle and finally solve the normal support force."

What Song Zui said was very concise, he could only write it down and think about it, he was racking his brains on the test paper, the young man was reading with extracurricular documents, he had to lament the gap between people.

Yin Zihan frowned at the test paper, when he received a call, he got out of bed and put down the blank test paper to Song Zui: "I have a party this afternoon and you helped me."

This sentence is too familiar to Song Zui, every time Xu Ning told him to do his homework like this.

"No time to."

The teenager's pen draws on the literature. He must get a scholarship this semester. If he can, he doesn't want to apply for a bursary for poor students.

"I'll be back at four in the afternoon."

Yin Zihan had no doubt that Song Zui would refuse, this kind of nerd would do whatever he said, he told Wu Zhen to go east and Wu Zhen didn't dare to go west, so he changed his clothes and went to the bar.

When he came back from the bar and was ready to hand in the collected test papers, he asked the young man who was still reading: "Where is my test paper?"

"Not written."

The boy left after handing in his test paper, and Wu Zhen followed anxiously: "Aren't you afraid that Yin Zihan will retaliate against you? He has a lot of acquaintances outside the school."

He thought Song Zui would be more or less scared, but Song Zui just stopped and asked him, "Are you going to the supermarket?"

The He family has been busy up and down—weeks, the development of Thailand is finally on the right track when the funds are in place, Chen Ming got off the meeting and said confidently to He Shanting: "There will be a celebration banquet this week, and the other two companies will participate. I don't know if you will Come, then we will arrange a banquet according to your preferences."

He originally thought that He Shanting would sabotage the Thailand development project, but it seems that he overestimated the other party. Right now, only the Bai family's funds are missing, and He Shanting will not be able to curb his reputation by then.

Secretary Zheng pushed his glasses when he heard the word celebration banquet, and he was in a hurry to celebrate before work started. How did Chen Ming think that Boss He would give him this face.

"up to you."

He Shanting, who finished handling the merger and acquisition case, left the conference room. He sat at his desk and lit a cigar, and the smoke he puffed out hid most of his face.

Assistant Fang handed the prepared mobile phone card to the table. Looking at this picture, he knew that He Shanting was ready to plot against people happily. He thought that the man would take care of Song Zui anyway, but He Shanting, who was busy, didn't care about Song Zui's thoughts at all. When I am free, I must go to collect famous wines.

He himself is also powerless, the boy looks easy to talk but is actually hard to get close to, the two people are quite alike from a certain point of view.

In the afternoon, when He Shanting got on the car back to the mansion, the driver sat in the driver's seat and suddenly heard the man with his eyes closed saying, "Go to Shanghai University."

The driver didn't know why he took a detour to go to Shanghai University, but he did it anyway, just as he didn't know why the car stopped on Changming Road before.

This powerful man seemed to be watching people through the window, and the minutes and seconds passed. Just when he thought the other party was impatient, he suddenly heard a sentence: "Stop."

And the fox cub who hadn't been out for a week finally stepped out of the school gate and dragged Wu Zhen to the supermarket. Wu Zhen couldn't help asking: "Why did you go to the supermarket suddenly?"

"Today is discount day."

Wu Zhen didn't expect this to be the reason. His roommate lives very frugally. He asked about the model last time: "Did that male model call you?"

"No."

Song Zui pushed the cart and walked towards the yogurt section, Wu Zhen asked, "What does that person look like? He didn't run away greedy for money, did he?"

While talking, Wu Zhen turned his head and saw a man with blue-gray eyes standing behind them in a suit. If he was well-informed, he would definitely think that he had the temperament of a superior, but in Wu Zhen's lackluster career, he was the only one he could think of. That is to say, the dean's temperament, he almost didn't wear a pair of glasses, and he subconsciously trembled all over.

"Blue eyes, high nose bridge and fair skin." Song Zui tried hard to recall the other person's appearance, "It's pretty pretty."

He thought about the reason why he wanted to help the other party—partly out of sympathy, partly the effect of alcohol, and partly because his appearance affected his brain judgment, and now he is quite sober.

Wu Zhen's voice suddenly became strange: "Actually, I think he is pretty good, and he will definitely not covet your five dollars."

"It's okay." Song Zui said reasonably, "His family is in trouble, and his business doesn't seem to be doing well. The five yuan is regarded as a kind help. I don't know if the comprehensive test will add points. If not, there will be another one."

Wu Zhen desperately winks at the young man, should he think about adding points in the comprehensive test at this time?Song Zui is good at everything, but he attaches great importance to grades, and he is not as calm and breezy as a god of learning should be.

Feeling that Wu Zhen was pushing his arm all the time, the self-cultivating young man also frowned, when the phone rang suddenly.

It's an unfamiliar number.

It was still a new number starting with 190. When he answered the phone, he didn't hear any sound. Hundreds of ways of telecom fraud flashed through his mind, and he hesitated for a while and asked, "Who are you?"

In the next second, a cold and familiar voice came from behind him.

"No, there's the next one."