The national male god he privately linked to the station brother

"It's trending again?" Li Hui came out of the company's meeting, and saw the person in charge of the Weibo part of the team rushing out.

"That's right, I ran to deliver breakfast to Professor Che early in the morning." The person in charge turned around anxiously.

"...Forget it, just control the comments a little bit. There will be many such things in the future, just be prepared." Li Hui has already given up, she can't restrain Song Yan from showing affection at all, that's worse than asking him not to work To be difficult.

The person in charge complained, but he still contacted the staff of Sina Weibo who was responsible for dealing with Song Yan. After discussing with the other party about controlling the direction of Weibo, he went to work seriously and responsibly.

Since Song Yan fell in love, his team gradually began to get used to this kind of daily life.

Is Song Yanxiu in love today?Show off.

Did Song Yan's team control the review today?It's under control.

Very busy.

Li Hui saw that a group of people in the team started to work, and the team members who were in charge of other content farted, sitting dryly and watching the busy people in the Weibo branch, and began to consider whether to apply to the company. Staff make a temporary adjustment.

And the two parties who were on the hot search again, one was sitting in the car going to the training room, and the other was sitting in the classroom hiding the hot porridge under the desk.

The whole classroom is full of students who are more familiar with Che Shaoqi, and everyone screams "envy".

Che Shaoqi's ears were red, and he hastily hid the porridge, but he was reluctant to put it on the ground, so he could only put it on the chair he was sitting on.

A bold female student immediately shouted: "Professor Che, you eat, didn't you have breakfast?"

"That's right, let's have breakfast first, anyway, it's the end of get out of class time." One person took the lead, and immediately someone rallied to follow behind and yelled.

"The porridge will be cold in a while, Dad will be unhappy!"

Hearing this sentence, Che Shaoqi paused the hand holding the porridge, took the porridge out from under the desk with his head down and a serious face, and walked out of the classroom in silence.

When the students saw him leaving, they were a little dazed, and immediately followed him out. They saw Che Shaoqi walk up to the top floor, opened the door of the roof, and locked the students outside.

The students who followed were stunned. They always thought that the roof of the teaching building was not open, but Che Shaoqi was so skillful in his movements, obviously he had been here many times.

The surrounding area finally quieted down, Che Shaoqi walked to a place covered by a shed with ease, sat on a simple chair, and then put the porridge that had nowhere to be placed on the table.

The first time I came to the rooftop was because I was in a hurry to grab event tickets after class. The place was originally under the jurisdiction of the aunt in charge of internal affairs. When Che Shaoqi rushed up to find a quiet place that day, the aunt opened the way for him.Seeing that this would always happen to him in the future, I simply discussed with the leader in charge of property management and gave him an extra backup key.

Since then, the rooftop has become the second place where Che Shaoqi can do his own thing with peace of mind after he took over the staff dormitory of Yue Normal University.

Song Yan bought him porridge with preserved egg and lean meat, which is suitable for this kind of morning when the class is full, and he can eat meat to make him feel a little full.

After Che Shaoqi ate for a while, he heard the phone ring.

Huo: Have you drank the porridge?

Poissond'avril: drinking.

After Che Shaoqi replied, the other party quickly entered typing mode.

Huo: That's good, let me know after eating.

Poissond'avril: Mmm.

Poissond'avril: Where have you been?

Huo: I just drove out of an intersection and arrived at about 10:30.

Poisson d'avril: Good.

Che Shaoqi stared at the sentence above, "Tell me after eating", and after much deliberation, he went back to the past.

Poissond'avril: Let me know when you arrive.

Fire: [OK]

Huo: [wow]

As soon as Che Shaoqi saw "Me Me Da", he thought of the "Me Me" that he went out without kissing on the phone before, and immediately put away the phone, not going back to Song Yan.

After quickly finishing the porridge, Che Shaoqi threw the lunch box into the trash can, and returned to the classroom with a calm expression, pretending that what happened in just 10 minutes did not exist.

The students didn't bother him anymore. After a few minutes of observation, they found that Che Shaoqi was not teasing. If he was not too big or too small, I'm afraid Che Shaoqi would really turn into a cold-faced professor to criticize and educate them.

No matter how "bloody" it is on Weibo, Che Shaoqi goes to class when he should, and experiments with the physics group when he should, and Song Yan does the same, singing and dancing in the training room with no signal, like a machine without emotion.

After a busy day, Che Shaoqi returned to the faculty dormitory, sent a few words of concern to Song Yan, and then continued to do his own things.Before going to bed, I realized that Song Yan didn't call or send him a message today.

After staring at the still cell phone for a while, Che Shaoqi had to admit that he was a little lost.But he knew that as long as Song Yan started training, this kind of disconnection would continue for a while.

As he expected, from this day onwards, the frequency of Song Yan's replying to messages has dropped significantly. He can chat with Che Shaoqi for ten sentences a day.

Che Shaoqi can't do anything but support Song Yan's work silently behind his back.

March 21st, ten days before April [-]st.Che Shaoqi hadn't seen Song Yan for a week, and every time Song Yan finished training, he fell asleep, and when he went to class in the morning, Song Yan had already gotten up early to train.Fortunately, he was mentally prepared, and he was on a business trip, so the sense of gap was not so strong.

After returning to the office after class, Che Shaoqi began to think about Song Yan's 31st birthday support this year.

In previous years, the "Song Yan National Fan Support Association" would give a relatively large support and take the lead, but this year because he was on a business trip, the preparation for the support was late, and some fan stations took the lead in sending out support previews.

Some contracted the bus stop signs in major first-tier cities, some contracted the large screen of Wensha Tower, a representative landmark of Wensha City, and some contracted a private helicopter for Song Yan.

Ying Yuan has been doing this for so many years, but Che Shaoqi couldn't think of anything new, and started worrying about the computer screen.And it's not just for support, he hasn't even thought of a birthday gift for Song Yan yet.

After a few hesitation, Che Shaoqi decided to get the birthday present first.

Called Che Yiyi who was far away in the wind and sand in the northwest. After the call was connected, Che Shaoqi went straight to the topic: "Sister, do you know any designers who are very good at making suits?"

Che Yiyi paused, and asked suspiciously, "Why?"

"...want to make a suit."

"Wouldn't it be more convenient for you to ask Mom about this kind of thing? She must know more people than me." After Che Yiyi finished speaking, she sensed something sensitively, "Are you going to give it to Song Yan?"

Having been guessed, Che Shaoqi pretended nothing happened: "No, I will wear it myself."

Anyway, Che Yiyi took Song Yan with her for a while, and she still knew when the other party celebrated her birthday, not to mention that there has been so much movement on Weibo recently, and she knew that Che Shaoqi must have asked Song Yan specifically to make a suit for Song Yan.

"I'm hanging up." Fearing that Che Yiyi would talk too much, Che Shaoqi hurriedly hung up the phone.This time he was smarter, and when he asked Wang Lian about custom-made suits, he directly sent a WeChat question.

The other party returned a voice call not long after, and even had the contact information of the designer who made the suit.

Che Shaoqi immediately contacted the other party. When the other party heard that there were only ten days, he criticized Che Shaoqi in a foreign language.Che Shaoqi knew that he was late in asking, and he knew he was wrong, so he listened quietly to the training.

The other party didn't scold too much, after all, he and Wang Lian have been friends for many years, so they can't really get angry with a junior.

"Yes, yes, but it is relatively fast, and it is very likely that you will not be able to catch up." The other party replied pertinently.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you can do it." Che Shaoqi thought in his heart, if he didn't catch up by then, he would use Zhanzi's support to block it first.

"When the time comes, I will contact you. One yard will be one yard, and the deposit will be sent first." The other party fully demonstrated the stinginess that a businessman should have.

Che Shaoqi obediently remitted the deposit to the other party's account through the bank, and then began to think about the support with peace of mind.For some reason, Song Yan's birthday support this year was bigger than in previous years, so Che Shaoqi didn't have a particularly good idea after much deliberation.

Even the large screen of the landmark building in Wensha City has been contracted, so there is nothing to consider related to his hometown.As far as support from other cities is concerned, it seems that apart from the big screen, there are bus stop signs, or subway bodies, etc., but these are all spent money to see and pass. For fans, they are only ornamental, not It is practical, and it is nothing special to passers-by. Passers-by can only say "rich" with emotion.

Flipping through Song Yan's personal official website boredly, Song Yan's personal "Spark Foundation" broke into Che Shaoqi's sight.

When Li Hui received a call from the person in charge of the "Spark Foundation", she was dumbfounded.In the past, there was no shortage of big fans investing a lot of money into the foundation, but at most it was capped at hundreds of thousands, not more than a million.The person in charge repeated "410 million" three times on the phone, as if he was afraid that he might have made a mistake or that Li Hui might have heard it wrong.

"Who... who donated?" Li Hui asked stammeringly.

"Song Yan donated in the name of the National Fan Support Association, and donated more than 400 million yuan. I heard from people in the industry that the person in charge of the support club is contacting the civil affairs leaders in several first-tier cities, and it seems that they plan to fully fund the construction of welfare homes. The person in charge finished speaking in one breath, and Li Hui on the other end of the phone did not respond, and added, "Then what... isn't the Song Yan National Fan Support Club run by Mr. Song's lover?"

"...Yes!" Li Hui hung up the phone in a hurry, and called Song Yan after changing hands, but the other party had no signal at all because of closed training.

As the evening approached, Che Shaoqi, who had arranged everything, stretched his waist, turned off the computer and left the office. Everything that should be done was done. Tomorrow, he just asked Mica to talk about some detailed issues of the orphanage on his behalf.

Although material things are not worth mentioning in front of love, Che Shaoqi hopes to accumulate blessings for Song Yan and himself through material things.Whether it's for psychological comfort or fact, he thinks that the two of them can live a long life hand in hand.