The plan to visit other stores was put on hold for the time being and Ishikawa Hayabusa returned to the hotel first.

Han Chudong met with Miss Helena Bergman alone and talked about her recent life.

Perhaps there was some kind of confidentiality agreement, so Helena only gave a general introduction to why she suddenly left Los Angeles, focusing on what happened in Philadelphia.

They were both interested in each other's stories, and leaving aside those sensitive topics, the atmosphere after the reunion was actually quite good.

"Mason, you've changed so much.

After meeting you, my father came back and talked about your house and your car. Envy was written on his face. He regretted not listening to your advice to buy oil stocks. He invested in Fairchild Semiconductor and seemed to have lost a whole year's salary. "

Han Chudong spread his hands and said, "Even if he just treats me to a hot dog, I can tell him not to buy Fairchild Semiconductor. If he has any investment questions in the future, just tell him to contact me. Admit that your father is engaged in a very mysterious profession, but when it comes to making money, he is definitely not my opponent."

"If I have a chance I will tell him, but it's better not to let him know that I have met you. Congratulations, you have finally got what you wanted. You seem to be very successful in your career now. My classmates also talk about Ex-Boyfriend Mask. What a great name." Helena said.

She was wearing a white sweater with a black windbreaker on the outside today. The weather in Philadelphia was relatively cold and it was only starting to warm up at the end of March.

Did you really get what you wanted? Not necessarily.

Life is pretty good right now, but Han Chudong is still a long way from being satisfied.

When we met again, there was still some estrangement between us.

I thought it was beautiful at first sight last year, and it is still beautiful now. It may not be the type of appearance that white and black people appreciate the most, but it is very much in line with the aesthetic of Asians.

Han Chudong's gaze lingered on her face for a few seconds, and he joked, "If it wasn't for female users, I would have named it the Ex-girlfriend Mask. I would use it occasionally. When you see me again, do you regret running away so fast without even leaving any clues?"

"…I clearly left it in the flower bed, along with the postcards from later times."

"That doesn't make me feel at ease. Is it that difficult to write a few more words? Your girlfriend disappeared inexplicably, and I even thought you were kidnapped by someone." Han Chudong said unhappily.

Helena knew she was in the wrong, but she was not the type to give in easily. She held it in for a long time before she said, "I don't want to, but what else can I do?"

"Forget it. I forgive you. I'll leave you my home phone number. Please write me your home phone number and address as well. We'll keep in touch in the future."

"Okay, I have classes later, and I need to go home to get my homework. I'm going to apply for colleges in May and June, and there are a lot of admission guidance lectures recently, and some schools will come to promote themselves."

Han Chudong asked her curiously, "How about applying to the West Coast? Los Angeles or San Francisco are both fine. I can visit you occasionally. I'll take you home first, and then we can have dinner together tonight?"

"You can consider it. I like the weather in California, but my test scores are not high, so there are not many options for me to choose from. My father wants to go to Washington, D.C., to choose a school and become a doctor, but I don't like that."

"Don't you want to make your way in Hollywood? Recently I've started to think about investing in movies. Maybe if I'm in a good mood I'll give you a small role with lines."

"Just the lines?"

…

He called the hotel and asked them to send a car to personally take Helena Bergman home.

After Han Chudong learned about her grades, she asked someone to help her check what kind of school she could attend, preferably a performing arts department located in Los Angeles or the surrounding areas.

I used to take the initiative, and I still do now. That’s just my personality, and it’s hard to change.

After a short visit and rest at Helena's house, someone called and said that there was definitely no chance of getting into the Southern California Institute of the Arts, but there was a chance that I might be accepted into the Department of Drama and Stage Performance at Stanford University.

I was puzzled at first, and then I figured out why he said that.

The Stanford University of this day is not the Stanford University of the future. Except for the computer major, other majors are at second-rate or third-rate level. The overall strength is barely second-rate, and the admission requirements are of course low.

He immediately became excited and strongly recommended Stanford to her, and told her that he could help and ask some celebrities to write recommendation letters.

Helena had never heard of the name of this school, let alone where it was. However, after being brainwashed by Han Chudong, she agreed to try to apply.

If nothing unexpected happens, Silicon Valley will develop again, and with its various resource advantages, Stanford University will become the kind of prestigious school that Han Chudong remembers. Then it will be like making a profit...

It's not time to go to school yet.

Helena was lying on the sofa at home, holding a pen in one hand and a newspaper in the other, playing a crossword puzzle.

A tight sweater and a pair of jeans, the scene looked very tempting to Han Chudong. He sneaked over and sat down, leaning close to her.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

With a smirk on his face, he asked, "Do you want to continue what you didn't finish at the motel on the day you disappeared?"

Helena was stunned for a moment, then she stepped on his chest and pushed him away. She stood up hurriedly with her eyes wide open, saying, "I was too flustered at the time, otherwise I could have punched you and made you faint on the ground. Why don't you try?"

It really wasn't a good time.

Han Chudong is thick-skinned enough, so he might as well give it a try. What if he succeeds?

Wusuyi said, "As a girl, is it worth bragging about being able to fight? If I hadn't seen you fight and even snatch someone's gun, I would have thought you were the kind of weak girl who can only dance ballet. Who did you learn how to fight from?"

"My father would occasionally take me to practice boxing. I used to think he just liked to exercise and took me out for fun. Now I think I was too naive. He was clearly prepared for me to deal with danger at any time."

"…It's better to train less and not have any extra fat. If a woman develops strong muscles, she will look very different."

"What's it got to do with you? You can't see underneath anyway." Helena shook her fingers on herself, obviously mocking Han Chudong for having the intention and courage to steal but not having the chance.

Having grown up in an environment with open social customs, she doesn't care about small actions like Han Chudong's just now as long as it doesn't go too far. Since they haven't clearly said they want to break up, strictly speaking, they are still in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

Of course, this relationship is very fragile, after all, they have been separated for so long.

We had only met again for a few hours, and we felt quite familiar with each other and the feeling we had when we were together was back.

Send her to school first.

Han Chudong continued to inspect the other two shops, and when she arrived, the facial masks had been sold out.

I had lunch with Ishikawa Hayabusa at noon and talked about work in detail. He agreed to resign from the company and offered to work under him...