Chapter 53 Tuition
Berlin, International Exhibition Center for Smart Technology.
The vast exhibition hall was buzzing with activity, with tech elites, investors, and journalists from around the world milling about. The air was filled with metal, circuit boards, new plastics, and a certain excitement about the future. The crowd was particularly dense in front of one booth, which featured a minimalist design and a strong sense of technology.
In the center of the booth, a sleek device with a silver-gray exterior gleaming with a cool sheen quietly operated. Complex data streams pulsed across the screen in real time, while a large screen nearby clearly demonstrated its powerful data processing and intelligent decision-making capabilities—this was the core model of "Cloud Intelligent Control."
Chu Yanzi stood tall and proud at the booth. With a calm and confident smile on his face, he spoke fluent English, explaining the model's performance, application scenarios, and market prospects to the gathered potential customers and media reporters. His explanations were insightful, logical, and, coupled with the powerful demonstrations on the large screen, they fully demonstrated the allure of cutting-edge technology. Chu Yu, standing slightly further back, dressed in a sharply tailored black suit, exuded a powerful and steady presence, like a stabilizing force. He occasionally added a few words about the project's strategic direction and future vision, and the two of them worked in perfect harmony, complementing each other.
There were occasional bursts of exclamations and enthusiastic applause at the booth. Flashes of light flashed one after another. Without a doubt, the international debut of "Cloud Intelligent Control" was a success far exceeding expectations. This was not only a solid step forward for the project, but also a resounding blow that opened the door to the international market.
The exhibition concluded for the day, and after seeing off the last batch of important clients, dusk was approaching. Berlin's evening breeze, with a hint of coolness, dispelled the lingering bustle of the exhibition center. After finishing their meal, Chu Yu and Chu Yan walked out of the restaurant side by side, not calling a taxi, but tacitly choosing to walk back to their nearby hotel.
The afterglow of the setting sun stretched their shadows out. The road was lined with historic European-style buildings and lush sycamore trees, and the exotic streets were filled with a leisurely and unfamiliar atmosphere.
Chu Yan, hands tucked into his trouser pockets, relaxed, enjoying this rare moment of peace. He casually chatted about interesting anecdotes from the exhibition and reviewed several competitors' products. His tone was relaxed, no different from his usual self.
However, Chu Yu, who was walking beside him, seemed to have some subtle changes.
He no longer just listened silently or simply said "hmm" to indicate understanding as before. He would try to pick up the jokes thrown by Chu Yan and even take the initiative to bring up new topics.
"The CEO of that French company was so stunned when he watched the presentation at the end." Chu Yu spoke in a low and pleasant voice with a rare hint of sarcasm.
"Yeah," Chu Yan continued with a smile, "especially when he saw us optimizing the supply chain in real time, he almost made sparks fly from his phone."
"It seems that our 'trump card' is quite effective." Chu Yu turned his head to glance at Chu Yan, with a barely perceptible smile in his eyes.
"It was mainly because of your final summary, Brother Yu, that calmed the situation." Chu Yan also looked back at him with a frank smile.
"..." Chu Yu seemed a little uncomfortable with this straightforward compliment. He coughed lightly and changed the subject. "The cafe in front looks good. You can try their breakfast tomorrow."
This kind of Chu Yu was quite unusual, Chu Yan thought. No longer the business emperor who was frugal with words, he seemed more like a slightly clumsy elementary school student trying to fit in with the conversation and display a sense of humor.
Chu Yan found it interesting in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He just continued chatting with him.
The two chatted casually as they strolled through the dusky streets of Berlin. The evening breeze blew by, bringing with it the sweet aroma of a distant bakery. The atmosphere was relaxed yet tinged with an indescribable subtlety.
Before they knew it, they had reached the hotel they were staying in. They were staying in adjacent suites. They stopped in front of Chu Yan's room.
"Go to bed early." Chu Yan took out the room card and prepared to open the door.
"Yeah." Chu Yu responded, but did not leave immediately.
Chu Yan paused and looked at him. Chu Yu stood in the softly lit corridor, his figure erect and handsome face showing a serious expression as if he was about to speak but hesitated. He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words, before speaking, his voice a little softer than usual:
Chu Yan was stunned for a moment, then a flicker of undisguised surprise flashed across his eyes. He raised an eyebrow, as if he had discovered something new, and a mischievous smile played at the corner of his mouth. "Good night? Brother Yu, where did you learn that trick? This isn't like you."
Chu Yu felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, but she still maintained her composure. After thinking for a moment, she actually answered seriously, "I saw it on TV. It says to end the day by saying goodnight."
Chu Yan: “…”
He almost laughed out loud. It turned out that Mr. Chu's emotional enlightenment textbook was idol drama. The contrast was too big.
"Pfft..." Chu Yan couldn't help laughing, his shoulders shaking slightly. "Brother Yu, don't blindly follow those idol drama routines. Those are all for deceiving young girls." His tone was a little helpless, but also a little funny: "Even now, you can't even deceive young girls."
Chu Yu smiled at him, but a subtle hint of frustration flickered across his deep eyes. Qin Xiao had actually given him a lot of bad ideas, but Chu Yu thought they were too exaggerated and unreliable. Instead, he felt that a simple, everyday gesture like "good night" might be more natural. But he was still ridiculed.
He pursed his lips, looked into Chu Yan's smiling eyes, and suddenly took a step forward, closing the distance between them. The light cast a focused shadow in his deep eyes. He looked directly at Chu Yan and said in a low voice with a serious tone, almost asking for advice on a difficult work problem:
"Then teach me."
Chu Yan smiled and asked, "What should I teach you?"
Chu Yu's eyes were blazing, and every word he spoke was clear and incomparable: "Teach me how to make you love me."
Chu Yu's eyes were frank and direct, with an unquestionable persistence that belonged to a superior, but because of that clumsy seriousness, they seemed particularly pure.
Chu Yan looked at him, the mischievous smile gradually fading, replaced by a scrutinizing and amusing gaze. He didn't answer immediately, but slowly extended his hand, palm up, and held it out to Chu Yu. His movements were graceful, with a hint of lazy roguery, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a half-smile.
"What about tuition, Brother Yu?" His voice was low, magnetic, and especially clear in the quiet corridor. "I don't teach you for nothing."
Chu Yu looked at his open palm, then at his playful eyes, and without hesitation, he swiftly pulled out a black card with a subtle metallic sheen from the hidden pocket of his high-end suit.
Without any hesitation or unnecessary explanation, he simply placed the black card, a symbol of wealth and status, gently into Chu Yan's open palm, just like handing over an ordinary document.
The touch of a cool metal card came.
Chu Yan: “…”
Even though he'd seen it all, Chu Yu's simple, crude, and inhumane "tuition" stunned him for a moment. Looking at the heavy black card in his palm, then at Chu Yu's serious expression that said, "Is it enough? If not, I have more," he couldn't help but chuckle.
Laughter echoed through the corridors, tinged with amusement and a touch of incredible absurdity.
"Brother Yu, you really are..." Chu Yan smiled and shook his head, then stuffed the priceless black card into his trouser pocket.
The next second, before Chu Yu could react, Chu Yan suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist! The force was not strong, but it was an irresistible pull.
Chu Yu was caught off guard and was pulled forward, staggering a step. The distance between the two of them was instantly shortened to the point where they could hear each other's breathing!
Chu Yan tilted his head slightly, looking at Chu Yu's handsome face, which was so close to him, a look of surprise on its face. The smile in his eyes hadn't completely faded, but now it held a deep, swirling attraction. He didn't say anything. His warm lips, carrying his uniquely cool scent, gently brushed against Chu Yu's drooping eyelids, like a feather.
It was a light kiss that separated immediately.
Chu Yan took a step back, his voice low and pleasant, with a hint of hoarseness from the kiss, clearly reaching Chu Yu's ears: "First lesson, goodnight kiss."
Chu Yu froze.
The fleeting yet incredibly clear soft touch on his eyelids was like a faint electric current that instantly ran through his body. He subconsciously raised his hand and gently touched his eyelids with his fingertips, as if to confirm the authenticity of the scene just now.
Chu Yan looked at him like this, and the smile in his eyes deepened. He didn't stop, turned around, and opened his door.
"Good night, Brother Yu." He left these words and disappeared behind the door.
Chu Yu remained standing there, motionless, until the soft sound of the door closing reached him. The soft light from the corridor fell on him, elongating his tall figure and illuminating the intense emotions surging in his eyes.
Chu Yan is a very good teacher.
And he, Chu Yu, will definitely be the best student.
Chu Yu stared at Chu Yan's tightly closed door, as if he wanted to see through it to see the person inside. Then, he made a move that would make the Chu family think they were dazzled.
He took a step forward and did not knock on the door. Instead, he lowered his head slightly and, extremely solemnly and with an almost pious imitation, gently kissed Chu Yan's door.
The movements were a little awkward, but extremely serious.
"Good night," he whispered to the cold door. His voice was hoarse, but it carried an unprecedented tenderness and firmness.
After doing all this, Chu Yu turned around, opened his door and walked in. His back seemed to be more upright than before, with a high spirit as if he had just gained some mysterious power.
In Chu Yan's room.
He leaned his back against the cold door, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the cold metal card in his trouser pocket, which felt hard and real.
The touch of the kiss just now seemed to still linger on her lips - there was clearly nothing there, but there seemed to be a strange trace of warmth and breath belonging to another man.
[?] The system's voice was filled with obvious confusion and the murmur of data processing overload. [Isn't this development a bit too much like an idol drama?]
Chu Yan didn't answer the system immediately. He walked to the window and drew aside the heavy curtains. The Berlin nightscape, as brilliant as a galaxy, caught his deepest gaze.
[Him?] Chu Yan's fingertips still unconsciously lingered on his eyelids. [He's quite cute.] There was a smile in his voice that he himself didn't even notice.
The system looked through its database and found that finding someone cute was the beginning of a heartbeat: [Host, you're done. You're about to fall in love. That's Chu Yu, the heir to the Chu family. You already rejected Gu Ye, so why would you accept Chu Yu?]
Chu Yan interrupted the system's nagging, his voice returning to its usual calmness with a hint of lazy analysis. "First, I rejected Gu Ye because he was drunk and unconscious at the time, and he was too immature to bear the consequences. Chu Yu is different. He is a fully sober adult. He knows exactly what he is doing and what he will have to bear."
[Secondly,] Chu Yan paused, his fingertips tapping lightly on the cool windowpane. [I didn't 'accept' Chu Yu. I simply didn't reject him.] He thought of the black card in his pocket, and his smile deepened. [Also, I gave him a lesson.]
Most importantly, Chu Yan turned around, his back to the dazzling night scene, his eyes gleaming like a hunter discovering new prey. "I'm really curious. I'm curious about what this emotionally blank Mr. Chu will do next to pursue me."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was appreciating an absurd yet wonderful drama that was about to be performed, starring Chu Yu.
Chu Yan clearly defined Chu Yu's behavior. [This feeling is indeed quite good.]
system:【……】
This complex emotional relationship, this easygoing scumbag mentality! It silently materialized a bottle of 1982 digital Lafite in its own virtual space, poured itself a glass, and then raised the glass to the void:
[The first cup is for the scumbag.]
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