Chapter 209 Why is your hand on my leg? College students love to stay up late, no matter which generation they are in. But later on, people started to check Weibo and WeChat Moments, and now they can only check QQ Space. Soon, many people left comments on Xu Yue’s blog. Zeng Yilin, Biology Class of 06: Wow, Senior Sister Xu, do you have a boyfriend? Xu Yue neither admitted nor denied it, and only replied with a [smiley face emoticon]. Xiang Yong, Class of 07, Mechanical Engineering: If there is a chance, please bring him out so we can meet the big brother. Xu Yue still neither admitted nor denied it, and replied with a [smiley face emoticon]. Dongling, German business student, Class of 05: Boyfriend? Yu Wei, Ding Chuang, or Le Zhengquan, or a new boyfriend? Xu Yue deleted the comment immediately. So Huang Baihan didn’t see it, and he was thinking about how to reply. After thinking for a long time, I found that Xu Yue always replied with [smiley face emoticon], so Huang Baihan also posted a comment with [smiley face emoticon]. Not surprisingly, Xu Yue responded to him in the same way.

"You can actually treat me a little differently." Huang Baihan thought to himself, after all, Senior Sister Xu Yue sent this log specifically for him to read. But now the lights in the dormitory are off, and the screen resolution of the Haier mobile phone is also very average. In the pitch-black environment, if you don’t look at these two smiley faces closely, they look like red-nosed clowns. "Pooh, pooh, pooh, why would I think that? It's really unlucky!" Huang Baihan shook his head as soon as he had this thought, then he confidently sent a private message to Xu Yue, "I said the red dress suits you very well." Xu Yue didn't respond. Even after waiting for more than twenty minutes, Xu Yue still did not respond. "Maybe he's still trying on clothes." Huang Baihan comforted himself in this way. Before going to bed, he sent another message to Xu Yue, "Good night, Senior Xu, I'm going to sleep." "Why are you being so cold again? Did I do something wrong just now?" Huang Baihan's excitement was instantly replaced by uneasiness. Huang Baihan didn't feel relieved until Xu Yue replied "Good night, sweet dreams". Huang Baihan's mood that night was a bit like riding a roller coaster, but the driver of the roller coaster was Xu Yue. She may not have put much thought into it, or even just a thought at most, but she can control the innocent boy. ······ When I woke up, it was another sunny day. Chen had a lot of things to do this Sunday. He originally wanted to go to Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts first, and then accompany Yu Baibai to make up lessons. However, Yu Xian felt sorry for her boyfriend and didn't want Chen to make an extra trip, so she asked him to gather at the tutoring address before 10 o'clock. Chen Zhuo simply went to the office in Tech Valley to see if there was anything missing there.

Slowly outfitting an originally empty office feels like slowly upgrading a bronze player to gold or platinum. Although it takes a lot of energy, it is still very fulfilling. The weather has been particularly good these past two days. Passing by the artificial lake in the Science and Technology Valley, I saw the rising sun casting its light on the lake. A breeze suddenly blew, and the waves jumped, as if stirring up broken gold all over the ground. When Chen arrived at the door of the 311 office, he was surprised to find that Song Qing had arrived before him. She stood alone in the corridor waiting without a key. Her thin little body did not seem as thick as the branches of the towering palm trees. "Mr. Chen, good morning!" But she was really energetic and greeted Chen Zhuo loudly when she saw him from afar. Perhaps only a 22-year-old girl with such spiritual strength could silently support her younger siblings' education, take care of her seriously ill mother without taking off her clothes, and handle her funeral affairs alone. "Why didn't you contact Fang Qing if you arrived first?" Chen said with a smile on his face: "She is at school and will be here soon." "It's a rare weekend for them to sleep in early, so I don't want to disturb them. When I was in primary school, I would stay in bed very late on weekends!" Song Qing found an appropriate reason. Chen continued to keep a smile on his face, but he felt a little sad in his heart. A person's best memories are actually from when she was in primary school, which shows how hard her life was over the years. After opening the office door, Song Qing didn't expect that the new computer was assembled overnight. She carefully touched the brand new computer screen and keyboard, her eyes flashing with surprise and a determined drive. It's like a military general seeing a weapon that suits him. "Mr. Chen..." Song Qing was about to look up and say something when she suddenly found that Chen Zhuo was gone. Ten minutes later, Chen Zhuo came back with two bags of breakfast in his hands. "You probably didn't have breakfast either." Chen Zhuo put a bag of steamed buns and soy milk on Song Qing's desk. Song Qing subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Chen Zhuo sighed and said, "Eat, don't be polite. I guess you haven't had breakfast for a long time in order to save money for your younger brothers and sisters to study in your hometown." "I……" Song Qing suddenly raised her head. She didn't know why the young college student in front of her could guess it. "You should eat a full stomach before coming to work." Chen Zhuo said gently: "Otherwise my mother recommended you here. If I don't make arrangements well, she will nag me when I get home." "Doctor Mao, it's you..." Song Qing looked at Chen Zhuo in surprise. When Mao Xiaoqin introduced the job yesterday, she did not specifically point out Chen Zhuo's identity. "My real mother." Chen Zhuo nodded in acknowledgment, then pointed at the breakfast and said, "Eat quickly before it gets cold. But the breakfast in the Tech Valley cafeteria is a bit expensive. I'll get you a Zhongda meal card in a couple of days. Our school's breakfast is pretty good, and two yuan is enough for you to eat your fill..."

Chen said with a joking tone, of course getting a meal card was easy for him. Song Qing gently picked up a bun and took a bite. The feeling of pork and sesame oil filling her lips and teeth was something she hadn't experienced in the mornings for many years. Song Qing's nose suddenly felt sore. In fact, she was a very strong girl. Even after her mother passed away, she endured it until she had taken care of the funeral arrangements. Only then did she run to an open place and cry loudly. But today, Song Qing, who rarely felt the warmth of human kindness, seemed to be unable to bear it and made her meet Mao Xiaoqin and Chen Zhe. "Dr. Mao's family are all good people." Song Qing said while chewing a meat bun, tears welling up in her eyes. In fact, Chen Zhuo was already somewhat unfamiliar with the term "good person". However, he was very happy that someone praised his parents, and he also said: "My mother is indeed a good person, my father is not bad either, and I have also been educated by the Party for many years..." As they were talking, Zhang Guangfeng also arrived. When he saw the boss and Song Qing, a trace of guilt flashed across his face. He thought he was late, so he put down his bag, turned on his computer and started working. "It seems that the company's work and rest system needs to be brought out." Chen thought to himself, after all, it is now a formal company, even though it has only been in operation for less than a week. After a while, Zeng Kun and Xia Huilan also came over. It was as if Teacher Xia had had an argument with someone before going out, and an angry expression was almost written on his face. "Do middle-aged and elderly couples also quarrel?" Chen muttered to himself that he would not care about these family matters. He just asked Lao Zeng to create a few more clones of the customer service "YaYa". Just like the main phone and bedroom extension, every employee can bind a YaYa customer service clone after logging into his or her account. This was not a difficult task, Zeng Kun agreed immediately. Seeing that the time was almost up, he went to the place where the tutoring class was held to meet Yu Xian. …… The client who chose Yu Xian is from a family of teachers. Both parents are teachers at the Xinghai Music High School. However, their daughter has no interest in music and instead particularly likes painting. It's already early December, and the art joint examination is approaching. My parents are thinking of finding an art student who participated in the previous joint examination and inviting him to their home to talk about things to pay attention to and how to adjust their mindset. Yu Xian did not hide anything. Although the customer only bought two lessons, she taught seriously for three hours. The senior high school girl named "Luo Qinfei" simply regarded Yu Xian as her idol. She looked at her with stars in her eyes and she and her parents tried to persuade Yu Xian to have lunch at their home. "no need." Yu Xian smiled sweetly: "My boyfriend is waiting for me outside, I will eat with him." "Oh~" Luo Qinfei suddenly realized: "Teacher Yu, you occasionally reply to two messages during class. Are you afraid that your boyfriend is worried outside?" "Yes."

Yu Xian admitted it openly, with happiness brimming from brow to brow. "Ok." Luo Qinfei finally stopped trying to persuade him to stay, and instead said with great understanding: "If I had a girlfriend as beautiful as Teacher Yu, I would definitely follow her everywhere." "Don't call me Teacher Yu. I'm only one year older than you. Just call me Sister Cos." Yu Xian packed up his things, waved to Luo Qinfei and said, "Then I look forward to seeing you in Guangmei." After Yu Xian left, Luo Qinfei said reluctantly: "It's a pity that Sister Cos won't have classes anymore, otherwise I really want to buy all her time. She is really amazing. I think she is a hundred times better than the teachers in the training institutions." "Teacher Xiao Yu is only one year older than you. How can she be that great?" Luo Qinfei's mother felt that this was a bit exaggerated, and said with a smile: "If she is really amazing, why haven't I heard of her name on the Internet?" "Mom, different trades are like different worlds. I don't blame you if you don't understand." Luo Qinfei said confidently: "I feel that the theories and techniques that Cosplay has mastered are more advanced than those in textbooks. She is so beautiful, and she will become famous nationwide with only one or two exhibitions at most." "I will have someone I can rely on when I study at Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts!" Although Luo Qinfei didn't want to suffer any hardship, she had a good vision, because many of Yu Xian's theories came from Professor Guan Yongyi, and she hadn't finished reading and practicing that leather notebook yet. However, at this time, on a bus heading to the city shopping mall. Yu Xian was also quietly approaching Chen, twisting her boyfriend's ear with her fingers and saying, "Director Chen, why do you always put your hands on my thighs?" ······ (End of this chapter)