Chapter 5 Chapter 5 The arm span is amazing.

The studio is located in a creative park near the main city.

The rent in this area is not low, so what Su Tu rented last year was just the smallest commercial loft in this office building.

The budget is limited and the decoration is relatively simple.

On the sunny side of the first floor is a fairly spacious meeting room, separated by glass in the middle to allow the office area outside to have the same amount of light.

The second floor is mostly open space, with only an independent office above the conference room, which can occasionally be used for meeting guests.

Although there is no need for separate offices in such a small company, she selfishly does not want to share a room with her boss when she is an employee.

Although this does not seem to apply to everyone, it does not prevent her from having some social anxiety. Being alone is more conducive to her physical and mental development.

In the design industry, it is common to let your mind wander. No matter how quickly inspiration comes, there is always a time to stop and think.

And every time this happens, she always makes a lot of little movements.

I used to be used to spinning pens, and often when I wasn’t paying attention, they would fly out, which not only disturbed others but also made me socially unwell.

Now I am relatively obedient. Only when I am lost in thought will I unconsciously take off the bracelet from my wrist, hold it in my hand, flatten it, and round it, and twirl it around randomly.

I kept arguing with myself like this for a few days.

By Thursday evening, the plan had finally taken shape.

There are three days left before the deadline for producing the graphic design as agreed in the contract.

After reviewing the drawings, Su Tu hesitated for a while between making an appointment directly and refining them. Finally, he opened his phone and decided to let him choose for himself.

But as soon as I clicked into the dialog box, I suddenly felt suffocated again -

That eye-catching call record did not disappear just because she ignored it.

The records show the time is January 31st.

New Year’s Eve.

Of course she remembered what happened that day.

It would be hard for anyone not to be deeply impressed by the scene of knocking on doors everywhere with humble eyes but unable to find a place to stay on such a brightly lit day.

She clearly remembered that after being turned away, she wandered around the street for a long time until she saw a bar that was still open. She stopped dejectedly, pushed the door open, went in, and sat at the bar watching people making cocktails.

But there are not many tourists on New Year's Eve.

The bartender stopped after a while.

But she still wanted to watch, and she thought the sound of ice cubes hitting the wall of the glass was very pleasant, so she followed the wine list and ordered and drank one glass after another.

There's nothing strange about being drunk.

The same goes for fragments.

When she woke up in her own home the next day, she did have some doubts. She also vaguely remembered that she seemed to have been talking to someone on the phone, talking nonsense for a long time, and her mouth was still dry when she opened her eyes.

And the glass of water on the bedside also looked a little weird.

She usually crawls onto the sofa as soon as she gets home, especially when she is physically and mentally exhausted. She may sleep in the living room five or six days a week.

Why would he pour himself a glass of water and go back to the bedroom after getting drunk?

But when she got up and opened the door nervously and expectantly, hoping to see someone at home, it was completely quiet outside, without even a single person in sight.

She returned to the room and charged her phone. After turning it on, she found no call records, and there were no unusual messages on WeChat.

Everything was like an illusion, existing only vaguely in her mind.

So she could only think that she was drunk and her behavior was a little abnormal, which was not completely unreasonable.

Or maybe her grandmother couldn't bear to see her alone, so she asked some god to come down and take care of her.

She even managed to find a way to have fun, thinking that once she got to heaven, it would be much easier to ask God to do things for her.

In short, although she was confused, she was willing to regard all this as a beautiful illusion.

It’s also good not to crack it.

So when I suddenly saw this call record a few days ago, I realized that the dream that night might not be entirely false, and that the person I went crazy with after drinking was actually the world-famous world champion.

She was really scared!

This was also a big part of the reason why I avoided him at the dinner party that night.

After that, she thought about it again and could barely figure out why she called him.

She must have been in a bad mood at the time, and after drinking a lot of alcohol, she wanted to talk so much that she kept searching through her address book.

But until I scrolled to the end, I still couldn’t find anyone I could call a friend. Instead, at the end of the list, I saw a friend whose nickname was “-” and whose avatar was a rabbit.

So, with her mind no longer clear, she had two somewhat paranoid questions:

-Her friends all have notes, how did this nameless “-” get in?

-Why did he use a rabbit as his profile picture? Isn't this an infringement of her portrait rights?

She couldn't figure it out.

I can only call and question him.

——But that doesn't mean she can remember how he reacted at that time!

Is it because you couldn't bear to interrupt her crying so hard that you just put the phone aside and waited for her to hang up when she had said enough?

Or did he actually chat with her for four hours, find a bar before the call ended, send her home safely, and even thoughtfully pour her a glass of water?

She hopes it is the former and is more inclined to the former.

After all, the second possibility is too fantastic, isn't it?

And from his perspective, the former is probably more reasonable:

I received a strange call on New Year's Eve. The experience sounded a bit tragic. I was afraid that she would do something stupid again, so I had to let the call continue.

Half a year later, there happened to be a house that needed designing. I remembered that there was a friend like this in my address book who seemed to be having a unhappy life, so I gave the order to her.

Including the tea gift box, value service, and half-price ice cream cones that followed, he is a thoughtful person with a loving side.

He politely didn't mention that night.

Of course, she would not seek confirmation without a sense of boundaries.

I tried to ignore this record, clicked the input box, and edited a new message:

Hare: [Hello Mr. Shi, I am Su Tu from Weijian Design]

Hare: [The floor plan of the house design you commissioned us is now ready. I'd like to ask if there's a day available for you so we can schedule a meeting.]

She glanced out the window at the heavy rain that had been falling for two consecutive days and said, "If it's inconvenient for you to come to the studio, we can also arrange an appointment at a place closer to you."

She is still typing: I hope to receive your reply...

The other end replied: [Tomorrow afternoon]

I went over there

Su Tu paused and quickly sent the location.

hare：OK

Hare: See you tomorrow then.

C InterContinental World 1#3601 Time Statement: [See you tomorrow]

Seeing that the call record at the top had been overwritten, Su Tu didn't ask about the specific time tomorrow.

Thinking that he was efficient and measured, he wouldn't intentionally keep people waiting, so he exited the chat box and sent a message to the work group: [I've made an appointment with Mr. Shi, see you at the studio tomorrow afternoon]

Yuejia: [Received]

Tao Qingqing: [Received, received [Hey ha]]

Zhao Xuan: [Oh my god! Can you help me figure out what to wear tomorrow?!?]

Chen Weizhou: [Swimming trunks, appropriate for the occasion]

Zhao Xuan: [Get lost!]

Chen Weizhou: [No uncle]

Zhao Xuan: [You should have some idea of ​​why it’s gone.]

Chen Weizhou: [……]

Su Tu smiled across the screen and stopped participating in the conversation.

She also needs to hurry up and refine the plan so that she can have a result that both parties will be happy with by tomorrow.

She didn't stay up too long that night and turned off the lights and went to bed before two o'clock.

It was still cloudy when I got up, but as soon as I sat down in the office, dark clouds outside the window quickly descended, accompanied by thunder and lightning, and heavy rain soaked the earth like ink.

Su Tu looked at his phone several times, but saw no sign of changing the appointment. He was about to ask when he heard another argument downstairs.

"Don't you understand when I tell you not to?!"

Yue Jia was impatient and held onto the door frame with both hands, refusing to let anyone in. "It's office hours now, you've already disturbed us!"

The other three people stood beside him, looking very resistant.

Yang Hao tried to persuade them with kind words for a long time, but they remained unmoved. His patience was exhausted. "What's wrong with you, little girl? Are you the one I'm looking for? You're just blocking my way!"

"You usually treat customers like this? Does Teacher Su know?!"

After saying that, he forcefully separated the pair of hands blocking his way and insisted on rushing in. Yue Jia was pushed back half a step: "Don't you have any self-awareness——"

"What's going on?"

Su Tu hurried downstairs and walked quickly to the door.

She was wearing a light nude dress, gentle and plain, her hair swaying as she walked, with a hint of confusion in her peach blossom eyes, and when she looked up at people, there were always three ripples in her eyes.

Just by meeting those eyes, Yang Hao's anger disappeared a lot: "Teacher Su, you're here."

He suddenly smiled, and even his harsh tone changed its meaning. "That's right, I was just about to say that you really need to give these employees some proper training. How can they be so unreasonable? Seeing customers, instead of inviting them in, they actually chase them out."

"If you don't have experience, I'll call the company's HR department and let you work for a few days first."

"Sister Susu, it's not like that..."

Tao Qingqing was frightened by this expression and felt a chill. She pulled Su Tu and whispered to explain, "He came over suddenly and said he wanted to order us some afternoon tea. Yue Jia said no, and we already had our own, but he still insisted on going upstairs to find you."

The drunkard's intention is so obvious!

Yang Hao is the boss of a media company upstairs. He is in his early thirties, good-looking, and has some money. He has been pursuing Su Tu for some time, often inviting her out or giving her gifts.

Su Tu never accepts the challenge, but that doesn't stop him from being persistent.

It happened to be Friday, and he was going to order afternoon tea for his employees as usual. Thinking of Su Tu, he came over. He didn't care about the rejection, and even said warmly: "Isn't it all for rewarding our own employees? Then why don't I order a few?"

"There are only five of you here anyway, so it would be easier if I just ordered some as well."

The more he spoke, the more it sounded like the real deal, as if he was already the owner of this studio. He pointed at Yue Jia helplessly and said, "Who knew this little girl really didn't know anything at all?"

"You can't even tell right from wrong, and you're trying to stop me from going to find you."

Although Yuejia is young, she is not unable to understand this routine.

As long as he succeeds today, it will be considered that he has spent money on Su Tu.

In a couple of days, rumors would spread throughout the building: "Do you know that Su Tu on the 26th floor? Even the afternoon tea at her company was ordered by Boss Yang. No one would believe this if they didn't have an affair."

She was already fed up with this kind of dog-skin plaster. Just because he opened a shell company, he thought he was the best of the best. Even a toad wanted to eat swan meat, and he used such underworld methods. Of course, she was in a bad mood!

But the studio is open for business after all. Su Tu used to be polite when rejecting people, but now he is in a passive position because of her recklessness.

Yue Jia lowered her head in shame: "Master, I..."

"Excuse me."

Su Tu's expression was calm, and his tone was impartial: "How much is the meal plan there?"

Yang Hao was suddenly hit in the vital spot: "..."

Almost choked to death.

"laugh--"

Zhao Xuan burst out laughing, not wanting to care about his life or death at all. He immediately told him the gossip: "I heard it was about 15, including food and drinks, a total of 15."

"If it's not enough, just buy a larger portion and share it with everyone. In short, we should save as much as possible."

"Huh?" Chen Weizhou feigned surprise. "Then why not just take the leftover gift cakes from my eldest nephew's full-month celebration and share them? Wouldn't that be easier?"

He looked concerned: "Or? If you want, I'll go back and get it for you!"

Yang Hao gritted his teeth, his expression as unpleasant as it could be, but his pride wouldn't let him go home empty-handed like that. "Really? The administration department was in charge of this before, so I don't know the exact amount."

"Then this."

He quickly put on a generous front, opened the ordering interface on his phone, switched to a popular dessert shop, handed it over and said, "Let's switch to this one today. You can order whatever you want, and I'll cover the price. This is sincere enough—"

As he was speaking, he suddenly felt a surge of air behind him.

As a pair of slow footsteps approached, the people in front suddenly looked up, and their expressions, which had just been full of hatred for the enemy, suddenly changed into varying degrees of shock and panic.

Yang Hao turned around, perhaps due to his height or the aura, but he instinctively took a half step back. When he looked up and saw who it was, his expression was as if he had seen a ghost: "You...you are that Shi Shu?!"

"What brought you here?!"

Shi Shu had broad shoulders and long legs, an astonishing arm span, and a height exceeding 1.9 meters. Just standing there in silence was a form of invisible torture.

Like a sharp blade hanging overhead, it can easily penetrate the defense line.

Yang Hao shuddered for no reason: "..."

As his gaze darted away, he caught sight of Su Tu, and then he reacted with a startled look. When he spoke, his voice was trembling: "Oh... I see, you are Teacher Su's client?"

"Are you here to see our teacher Su?"

Unexpectedly, the stagnant air suddenly sank to the bottom.

Shi Shu lowered his eyes, his body covered in moisture as he looked at people coldly, his domineering pressure like a falling gavel.

Examining each word: "We?"

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