Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

For Shen Xinglan, this kind of game is a piece of cake, and his typing speed is much faster than this.

When he first entered the game, the too cute picture made him silent for a moment, after that Shen Xinglan's hand speed was relatively stable.

No matter how many cute dumplings there are, he can still hit a hit and securely win the first place.

The host announced enthusiastically: "Congratulations, Mr. Shen, for winning No.1 in the competition, the prize is one million cash, please check—"

Others cast envious looks at him.

Among the hundreds of spectators, he saw his thanks at a glance, and the man smiled and nodded at him.

Perhaps Shen Xinglan was a little happy because he made money again.

The two walked out of the restaurant gate, thankingly pointed to the CBD building not far away: "I have to go back to work, how about you?"

CBD is one of the core economic areas of Capital Star, Shen Xinglan is a little curious about Xie Yi's identity.

Hand speed is strong, conversation is good, not like a businessman.

The relationship between the two was not enough to inquire about each other, so Shen Xinglan didn't ask too much: "I have to go to a friend's party later."

Song Qingsong said he would come to pick him up, but Shen Xinglan didn't let him pick him up, and took a taxi to the party venue by himself.

The reception banquet was held at Xinghao Hotel. The decoration of the hotel is very distinctive, and the shape of the ring is very technological. Looking down, the royal blue light is refracted at all angles, like a huge blue diamond inlaid in the city center.

Most of the people who came today were high-tech talents in the computer field. Shen Xinglan had just entered the hall under the guidance of a robot. Someone recognized him with sharp eyes and shouted enthusiastically: "Xinglan!"

Shen Xinglan followed the prestige, and a young man with green eyes came towards him with a wine glass in his hand, and said happily: "It's really you, I just wondered if I admitted my mistake."

Seeing no one around him, the young man asked suspiciously, "Where is Senior Brother Song?"

This was Shen Xinglan's first time participating in a drinking party after losing his memory. He had no memory of this person. To avoid trouble, he simply said, "I'm sorry, I had an accident before, and I don't remember many things."

The young man was startled, then pointed at himself excitedly and said, "Wow, didn't you? You even forgot about me?"

"It's not just you," Shen Xinglan said in order to comfort him, "I don't even remember Senior Brother Song. He was with me during my hospital stay, so I got a little familiar with it."

The young man was not comforted at all, he looked at him worriedly: "What have you experienced, even Song Qingsong can forget it."

The word "lian" made Shen Xinglan blink slightly.

The young man couldn't accept it: "You have liked him for three whole years, and you even used him as your design inspiration when you wrote code. You don't remember any of this?"

Shen Xinglan was shocked: "I liked him?"

The young man took a step forward and took a deep breath: "Your symptoms obviously hurt your brain. I know a very good brain doctor. I will push his contact information to you."

Shen Xinglan was a little flustered, and declined politely, "No, I've seen a doctor."

A deep voice sounded behind him: "Alan."

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, Song Qingsong handed over his coat to the waiter, locked Shen Xinglan's position, and walked straight towards him: "Didn't you agree that I will pick you up?"

Song Qingsong is Shen Xinglan's most familiar friend. Since he lost his memory, he has been considerate and caring for him in every possible way.

Now when Shen Xinglan looked at him again, he was still familiar with the gentle eyebrows, eyes and lips, but he felt a little strange.

"It's not far away, so I came here by myself." Shen Xinglan said, his mouth was a little dry, and he took a drink from the passing robot.

Song Qingsong narrowed his eyes slightly, and then turned his gaze to the young man: "Yuan Hui?"

Yuan Hui quickly responded, "Hello, Senior Brother Song."

Speaking in front of Song Qingsong, he put away his previous casualness and became a little more serious.

After many years, Song Qingsong couldn't remember any more information, and he barely remembered that he and Shen Xinglan might have a good relationship.

"Just chatting with Xinglan, he had an accident." Yuan Hui took the initiative to ask, "Does Brother Song know what's going on?"

Out of the corner of Song Qingsong's eyes fell on the drinker, Shen Xinglan lowered his head, pressed his lips against the edge of the glass, and drank slowly, seemingly indifferent to everything that happened around him.

He stretched out his hand to loosen his tie, and smiled slightly: "That was 15 years ago, and now his condition has stabilized."

Realizing that he didn't want to say more, Yuan Hui didn't ask any more questions.

When the drinks were almost finished, there was no one else around the two of them.

Seeing that he was still biting his cup, Song Qingsong couldn't help laughing: "When can this habit be changed?"

Shen Xinglan let go of the rim of the cup, a little orange juice stained his lips, he didn't say a word, and focused on Song Qingsong for a few seconds.

There is no need for his old classmate to lie to him, but he really can't remember that he liked Song Qingsong back then.

After getting along for such a long time, Song Qingsong is just a good friend to him, like an older brother.

It's not that he didn't realize that Song Qingsong might have other intentions for him, but the other party didn't confirm it, so he couldn't be too affectionate.

Song Qingsong took out a tissue, took half a step forward, and lowered his head slightly, trying to wipe off the orange juice from the corners of his lips.

Before the tissue touched the corner of Shen Xinglan's lips, he dodged away like a frightened rabbit.

Song Qingsong hung his arms in the air for two seconds, he seemed to want to say something, he just opened his lips, then pursed them again.

"Alan," he withdrew his hand, and said nonchalantly, "Qin Yuan is preparing for the company when she returns to China. She lacks the skills to invest in the company. She really wants to invite you to join."

Shen Xinglan shook her head: "Thank you senior sister for your kindness, I won't go."

Song Qingsong looked at him with deep eyes: "Because I proposed it?"

The number of people at the banquet gradually increased, a lifelike lotus flower bloomed on the holographic stage, and melodious music sounded in the hall.

Being watched with such gaze, Shen Xinglan didn't know how to answer.

Song Qingsong is a very good friend, but once the two of them cross the line of friends, Shen Xinglan will feel uncomfortable.

"I like my current job." He simply said clearly, "Senior Brother Song, there is no need to waste time on me."

Song Qingsong was stabbed by the alienation in his words, and the desire that had been restrained for a long time almost gushed out at this moment.

He secretly clenched his palms, trying to control his emotions: "Did Yuan Hui tell you something just now?"

Otherwise, why would Shen Xinglan's attitude change so quickly?Obviously when the two met last time, they could still keep talking and laughing happily.

"Yes..." Shen Xinglan paused.

He knew very well in his heart that the point was not what Yuan Hui said, but when he mentioned the person he liked, what came to his mind was not Song Qingsong, but Qin Bohuai.

Maybe not to the point where I like it, but I do have a good impression.

With someone he likes, he wants to decline all hazy and uncertain feelings.

Shen Xinglan said softly, "I have someone I like."

Song Qingsong's face changed suddenly, and his nails pierced his palm in an instant.

Many years ago, the handsome and agile young man followed him with a book in his arms, raised his clear and soft face, and rubbed the warm sun like broken gold in his smile: "I will always like Brother Song."

The picture suddenly penetrates the torrent of time and overlaps with the present.

How can you say you don't like it?

The most ridiculous thing was that facing Shen Xinglan who had lost his memory, he didn't even have the right to ask a question.

Shen Xinglan thought he had said all he needed to say, he turned and left, and greeted Qin Yuan before leaving.

When he walked out of the banquet hall, it was raining lightly outside. Shen Xinglan called a car by the side of the road, but no one took the order for a long time.

Rain and fog shrouded the street, and it was gray as far as the eye could see.

He put his hands in his pockets, the dim lights in the rain reflected in his eyes, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting.

A car suddenly stopped in front of him, and the window rolled down, revealing a face he had only seen not long ago.

The man smiled lightly: "Mr. Shen, we meet again, can I give you a ride?"