Chapter 165 Homecoming: A Battleground
After the end-of-term week, the students in the class gradually embarked on their journeys home, while Cong Chun quickly threw himself into Bai Xun's project.
Working overtime and staying up late are common occurrences for design projects. Bai Xun is about to finish his doctoral studies abroad and is expected to return to China in the first half of next year.
As their project was short-staffed, Bai Xun hired Cong Chun as her assistant. After all, Cong Chun would also be entering the industry in the future, so it was good for her to accumulate some experience in advance, which was also a way to build up her network.
Cong Chun's work as a junior assistant mainly involves online tasks, as well as helping Bai Xun connect with domestic material manufacturers offline.
A few weeks later, Cong Chun's assistant's work was successfully completed.
The boy seemed a bit oblivious when it came to relationships, yet at times he was frighteningly straightforward. However, Cong Chun was absolutely thorough in his work and professional knowledge.
When he encounters something he doesn't understand, he'll first try to learn it himself and solve it on his own, thanks to the internet. If he still doesn't know the answer, he'll ask his senior, Bai Xun, for help.
He was quick-witted, and after a few words, Cong Chun was able to understand the gist of the matter. After the project ended, Bai Xun was still a little reluctant to part with him. If they were in China, she would definitely have treated Cong Chun to a meal.
Because Duan Mingxiao and Cong Chun subconsciously browse news about the racing world. Before the boy even received a message from the young master, his phone's news app had already recommended "the latest racing news from the California paddock" to Cong Chun.
Upon clicking through and seeing the eye-catching words in the title, Cong Chun subconsciously curled the corners of his lips.
Immediately afterwards, as the finger swiped down the screen, a highly impactful photo came into view.
Under the scorching sun, the boy, having just finished a competition, was dehydrated, his face covered in a light sweat, his skin flushed, and his normally dark hair shimmering with gold under the sunlight overhead, making him look like a highly aggressive jaguar.
Duan Mingxiao casually lowered his eyes, turned his face to the side and took off the noise-blocking earplugs from his ears. This scene was captured by a foreign photographer.
The most popular and highly praised comments from overseas netizens regarding this news were to respectfully refer to this new face of the Chinese driver as "Apollo the Sun God".
Cong Chun read the entire report carefully and thoroughly. It was very well written. Even though he hadn't been to the scene, he could feel the intense competitive atmosphere of the competition.
Because of an incident in the qualifying stands last year, where a die-hard fan of champion driver Nolan climbed over the safety net despite being stopped, the entire qualifying stands were cancelled this year.
Besides the team members, the only other participants were the race organizers.
Duan Mingxiao actually wanted Cong Chun to come to the event, but the young master couldn't bear the hassle of a boy traveling back and forth across borders. If he went ahead, he would definitely be busy with training most of the time, and Cong Chun would have to serve him instead, which wouldn't do.
Moreover, while these racing drivers appear glamorous in news reports, the actual facilities here are inferior to those in China. Aside from watching his races, Cong Chun would only suffer if he came from elsewhere.
Moreover, in Duan Mingxiao's eyes, this was just a ranking competition, and it wasn't over yet. Cong Chun also had her own things to do. Cong Chun had mentioned Bai Xun's project to him that night.
Duan Mingxiao was very comfortable with Cong Chun working with her. First of all, Bai Xun was very capable, and Cong Chun could learn a lot from her. Of course, most importantly, Bai Xun had a girlfriend, so the young master was very at ease.
A week later, the streets and alleys were filled with a festive atmosphere to welcome the New Year.
Cong Chun chose to take the high-speed rail home. He had never taken the high-speed rail before, but he heard that the high-speed rail line from Jinghai City to Jianghe City opened this year.
He and Mo Xizhi had previously agreed that they would take the high-speed train back together.
Because Mo Fangwen's company was very busy and they wouldn't be able to get a holiday until three days before New Year's Eve, and Mo Wenya had enrolled in a tutoring class so she wouldn't be able to get a holiday so early, and Qin E had to take care of both of them, so Mo Xizhi went back alone this time.
I burned some paper money for my maternal grandfather and also visited my maternal grandmother. Besides Qin E, my maternal grandmother had two sons and two daughters, making a total of five children.
In earlier years, villagers had many children. As long as the children had food to eat, they were a source of labor. They were good at working in the fields, farming, managing household chores, and cooking.
The waiting hall is bustling with people coming and going. The Jinghai High-Speed Railway Station was designed by a famous foreign architect, and its exterior is very simple and stylish.
Mo Xizhi sat in the waiting hall, not far from the exit.
The boy was wearing a gray-white coat, and compared to the crowd around him who were all wearing coats and down jackets, he didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all.
The boy gripped his phone tightly with his long, slender fingers, watching each minute tick by on the screen. A hint of melancholy flashed in Mo Xizhi's eyes.
He won't be coming.
But the next second, Mo Xizhi looked up and saw that familiar figure in his line of sight.
As the escalator slowly moved upwards, Cong Chun's figure came into the boy's view.
Cong Chun was wearing a knitted hat, which made her head look round, and she was wearing a light-colored down jacket and carrying a black backpack.
The dark jeans made the boy's legs look long and straight, and his nose was small and high, which made him very handsome. However, Cong Chun did not notice Mo Xizhi's gaze not far away. On the contrary, Cong Chun's expression was a little strange and helpless.
The person who was thought not to show up appeared in his field of vision the next second, and Mo Xizhi's lips were about to curl up in a smile.
Immediately afterward, the escalator slowly moved upward, and Mo Xizhi saw the scene before him. The boy's expression instantly turned cold, and his eyes seemed to be filled with ice.
Because behind Cong Chun were "a string" of men.
One, two, three, four.
Among them, Duan Mingxiao's expression was the most unpleasant.
The young master was furious; they were all clinging to Cong Chun like leeches, impossible to shake off.
He used the excuse of experiencing rural life for the role, haha, there's more than just Huai Shui Village in China. Duan Mingxiao saw right through that stupid donkey's thoughts.
Luo Qing was clearly not in a good mood either. He had wanted to take advantage of the winter break to get to know Cong Chun better, but he didn't expect that his "brother" was already taken.
In what way is he inferior to Duan Mingxiao, the cargo handler? Luo Qing, wearing a mask, gritted her teeth and came over to annoy Duan Mingxiao.
He liked Cong Chun. The boy's appearance was to his liking, and most importantly, the boy's personality was also very interesting. Being with Cong Chun often made him feel comfortable.
Lu Tinglan, who was walking at the back, looked the most relaxed. The man was also preparing to go to Huai Shui Village under the pretext of visiting Cong Chun's mother, Yi Yun's, family.
The most unexpected thing was that Ji Ruhui also came along, saying that he had never been to the countryside and was tired of traveling abroad. He wanted to go to the countryside this winter vacation to experience the life of rural people. For this, he was ridiculed by Lu Tinglan for being Duan Mingxiao's dowry maid.
Lu Tinglan had started to mock people, and Cong Chun glanced at him after hearing it.
Cong Chun was a little dazed the whole way. He had originally planned to go home alone to spend the Spring Festival with his grandmother, but he didn't know why he was now being followed by a string of people.
Everyone has a legitimate reason, and Cong Chun can't be driven away even if he wants to.
He had no choice but to call his grandmother and tell her that many friends might be coming to visit this time.
The grandmother on the other end of the phone welcomed them and asked if Cong Chun would be coming to visit with Xiao Can this time, saying that the bamboo bed that Xiao Can had broken while jumping around had been repaired.
Cong Chun glanced at Duan Mingxiao, nodded, and told his grandmother that Xiao Can would also be coming to the house. This was the first time so many people had come to Cong Chun's house, and they were all a group of prominent princelings from Jinghai City.
Cong Chun carried his bag and pulled his suitcase through security. Several people were trying to pull his suitcase, but Cong Chun refused to let anyone else pull it and pulled it himself.
Mo Xizhi stepped forward, and the boy tried to take the suitcase from Cong Chun's hands.
Duan Mingxiao, standing to the side, stared at the two with a gloomy expression.
If Cong Chun were to hand the suitcase to Mo Xizhi, the young master would likely lie on the ground and throw a tantrum.
[This young master is furious!]
【ah! --! ! ! 】
Cong Chun glanced at him, then took the initiative to walk over and take the young master's hand.
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