Chapter 33 Do I have the right to choose?
The next moment, the sound of the piano became passionate, powerful and rapid, and the melody seemed to be full of depression and heaviness.
Jiang Zhiyue had heard this song before. It has a melodious tune and beautiful style.
She passed by the piano room and took a glance. From this angle, she saw a young man. He was wearing a white suit that made him look outstanding. He had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his high nose.
He sat at the piano and played the black and white keys.
He does not have the temperament of an artist, but instead exudes a sense of worldly sophistication. The lines of his profile are naturally soft, and when he smiles he gives people the illusion of being approachable.
"Do you think this piece of music is nice?" he asked, with a girl standing next to the piano.
A girl with red curly hair breathed quickly, blushing, "Yes, President... It's my honor to listen to your music..." She bent down and held the love letter she had written in both hands: "I... like you, please accept this——!"
The confession that Jiang Zhiyue overheard accidentally made her stop. The man stopped playing, and most of his body was facing the door. If he went any further he would be discovered.
This is... Xiao Jingrun.
Jiang Zhiyue was deeply impressed by this character.
He is not the male protagonist in the book, he is an ambitious man with great ambitions.
In the original text, the only time they crossed paths was during a riot in a civilian area.
She leaned against the wall, and the angle blocked her view so that no one would notice her presence.
Compared to the nervous girls, Xiao Jingrun was overly calm.
"You want me to accept your love letter, why don't you dare look up at me?"
"Yes, President!" The girl's heartbeat quickened and her hands trembled. She didn't dare to raise her head.
The president is an extremely wonderful person in this world, with a distinguished family background. Since he was born, the entire Brandenburg Empire has been paying attention to him. He grew up in the presidential palace when his grandfather was still the president.
After becoming an adult, as the successor of the family, Xiao Jingrun was young, promising and wealthy. He could be said to be a signboard of the Xiao family. No matter where he appeared, he was the focus of media attention.
Xiao Jingrun is very low-key and rarely appears in public unless necessary.
Seeing the heir who only existed on TV news standing in front of her alive, the girl's face flushed as if it was burning, her heart was pounding, and she finally mustered up the courage to raise her head.
Xiao Jingrun has a pair of deep eyes, wears a suit with first-class tailoring and texture, and is elegant and decent. His clear and textured facial contours and skin lines make him look like a piece of beautiful jade, a real handsome man.
He smiled slightly, and the deep-rooted self-confidence and nobility emanated from within, making people feel ashamed when they saw him from afar.
"I, I... um..." The girl didn't know what to say and was about to cry. She hoped that Xiao Jingrun would accept the love letter so that she could be favored by him, but she felt that she was so far away from him and could not have him.
Golden sunlight poured in through the glass window. The handsome man and the beautiful woman made the scene as beautiful as a movie. Then, the girl stuffed the love letter into Xiao Jingrun's hand, wiped her tears, and turned and ran away.
Xiao Jingrun was not surprised by this scene. He looked at the love letter that was forced into his hand and threw it into the trash can.
He was still dignified, elegant, and decent, and the smile on his handsome face was cold and heartless.
This was different from the warmth and approachability he exuded in public, it was more like the moment he took off his disguise and revealed his true self, his whole aura was filled with a dull depression.
The sound of the piano became urgent again, as if venting some dissatisfaction.
Such music should not have been played by Xiao Jingrun, but his playing was more perfect than that of many so-called masters.
Jiang Zhiyue found the right opportunity to leave, so she didn't notice Xiao Jingrun's vague look. She turned her head slightly and glanced towards the door.
...
The next day, Gu Zhaoye decisively skipped class and threw a pile of in-class assignments to Jiang Zhiyue, requiring her to complete them. Jiang Zhiyue was speechless because he had to go to a party in the evening and had no time to do the homework left by the professor.
At this moment, someone poked her back with the tip of a pen. Jiang Zhiyue turned around and found that it was Gu Zhaoye's cronies, who was said to be the son of a well-known tycoon. It was a pity that with the background and wealth accumulated over two or three generations, he could not be compared with the centuries-old famous families.
The other person's gaze on her was implicit, straightforward, full of appreciation and covetousness.
"Are you going home alone after school? Zhaoye is not here. How about you take my car back today?" Sun Mingyu invited.
"No, thank you." Jiang Zhiyue kept her distance from Gu Zhaoye's friends.
Sun Mingyu was rejected. After thinking for a while, he said, "You are a minor in medicine and a major in economics. I see that your schedule is almost full every day. Do you want to develop in the field of economics or medicine in the future?"
Jiang Zhiyue asked back, "Do I have the right to choose?"
Sun Mingyu was speechless for a moment, but he persisted, "The fencing match between you and Xia Liqing was very exciting. I didn't expect you to be so good. I can guarantee that even a fencing player who has practiced for ten years may not be able to beat you. You must have been exposed to it for a long time."
He was very perceptive. After all, he was a child from a wealthy family and had a pair of eyes that saw through everything. The biggest taboo in dealing with these people was not to look down on them because of their age. Every sentence he said was full of obvious temptation.
"I learned with the young master. He is a very nice person. The fencing teacher came to our house and let me practice with him." Jiang Zhiyue gave all the credit to Gu Zhaoye and the topic ended there.
She lowered her head to read a book. Sun Mingyu looked embarrassed. After a long pause, he murmured, "You don't know my name yet..."
There is a thick stack of textbooks and reference materials on the table. Professor Li assigns a lot of homework. He hates students using too many professional terms to prove a point. He hopes to see insights that are not in line with the theory but are relevant to the theory.
There is also a set of plagiarism checking standards for his papers. A plagiarism rate of 20% is considered unqualified. Jiang Zhiyue finally finished writing one copy, and she felt a little overwhelmed when she thought about having to help Gu Zhaoye write another copy using different terminology.
The classroom was noisy, and without Xia Liqing, the atmosphere was much more harmonious.
"Hey, hey, hey everyone, I can guarantee that this gossip will not be wrong. Yeon-joo will come to public school next week."
"I've been looking forward to it for a long time, but who knew she was always busy dating Mr. Qin."
"It's a pity that no paparazzi took photos of them dating. The last time they appeared in public was when they went to Maria Orphanage."
"Huh? Jiang Zhiyue, you were also in the orphanage that day. Did you meet Yanzhu?" At this moment, a girl dressed very elegantly looked at Jiang Zhiyue and asked loudly.
"No." Jiang Zhiyue curled the corners of her mouth without raising her head.
The girl hummed softly and laughed, "Next week, you will be able to see Yeon-joo! Yeon-joo is our Wharton goddess, aren't you looking forward to it!"
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