The old place Sun Baixi mentioned was a roadside park where he saved Zhuang Li.
Of course, the so-called rescue was also a scene that had been planned long ago.
From that day on, he and Zhuang Li often came here to chat, talking about their past lives and their future ideals.
He often laughed in his heart when he heard the silly things Zhuang Li said. Now he suddenly realized that when he was giving Zhuang Li chicken soup, the other party might have been laughing in his heart.
Two hypocritical people acted face to face, and in the end there was no winner or loser. One of them just got tired of the game and left the other.
Sun Baixi stood at the park entrance, his mind reeling from the past, a wave of resentment surfacing. He couldn't be dumped like this. He had to make Zhuang Li fall in love with him.
However, Zhuang Li did not come until midnight, but he sent Su Ming text messages one after another.
He threw the bouquet of roses into the trash, took a photo, and wrote: [Sun Baixi just sent me a bouquet of flowers, but I threw them away. I only accept flowers from you.]
Despite his bad temper, he was so well-behaved in front of Su Ming.
Sun Baixi silently clutched his aching heart. He wanted to just throw his phone away and leave without looking back, but his body wouldn't obey. He couldn't throw his phone away, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen. He watched the conversation between the two men with a self-torturing air.
Su Ming immediately replied: [I will buy a bouquet of flowers and send it to you now.]
Zhuang Li: [Okay, I'll wait for you at the old place.]
It turns out he has a new old place. Sun Baixi laughed at himself.
Su Ming: [Right away.]
The conversation ended there, but Sun Baixi knew they would definitely do something else after they met. Zhuang Li's skills were amazing, and he could make all men crazy about him.
Sun Baixi didn't dare to think any further. He gritted his teeth, turned off his phone, and drove home.
After returning to the bedroom, he somehow turned on his mobile phone and used the monitoring software to inquire about Zhuang Li's situation.
Zhuang Li was laughing softly, a little at a time. He spoke slowly, each word escaping from his throat, the tail sound dragging out very long.
When they were together before, Sun Baixi had never listened carefully to what Zhuang Li said, so he didn't know that this person's voice could be so pleasant to the ears.
He closed his eyes and listened to everything on the other side with half pain and half enjoyment.
He knew that Zhuang Li was about to drive him crazy.
That person is a drug, you can't touch him. If you touch him, you will never be able to quit him for the rest of your life.
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The next morning, Sun Baixi and his father walked into the restaurant with panda eyes.
"You must ask Zhuang Li out today. He is not very knowledgeable and is easy to fool. Tell him to take back the contract. Didn't you deceive him before? Can you do it?" Sun's father asked anxiously.
Sun Baixi had no words to express his pain.
He couldn't possibly tell his father that not only had he failed to deceive Zhuang Li, but he had also been fooled by him.
"I'll give it a try." He didn't dare to say anything definite.
"If Zhuang Li wants to date you, then go ahead and date him. I have no objection," Sun's father said directly. He knew how madly Zhuang Li had been infatuated with his son.
Sun Baixi: "..." He wanted to talk, but Zhuang Li already had a new love.
Sun Baixi had a very uncomfortable breakfast, but there was even more unpleasant news to come.
One of his friends sent him a candid photo and asked, "Does this person look like Zhuang Shimiao?"
The photo was taken at the airport. A tall, thin man wearing sunglasses and a white shirt was walking among the crowd with his head lowered. Only half of his face was exposed, but even if he turned into ash, Sun Baixi could recognize him.
This is Zhuang Shimiao. He's back.
Hearing that Zhuang Li had taken control of Hongtu Technology, he flew back without even waiting a day. Was this his way of not fighting?
Sun Baixi put down his phone with a sneer, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth vigorously, then crumpled it into a ball and threw it hard on the ground.
The tissue paper was light and made no sound when it was smashed, just like the anger and disappointment in his heart that had no outlet.
What on earth had he been liking for all these years? He was being kept in suspense, neither refusing nor accepting, and was being made to comply with everything just for that little wish.
Zhuang Shimiao is really fucking awesome!
Sun Baixi stood up and walked out in a hurry.
Sun's father immediately asked, "Where are you going?"
"Go to the banker." Sun Baixi waved his hand without turning his head.
Only then did Sun's father feel relieved.
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Before Zhuang Li woke up, he heard Huang Yaping's surprised scream from downstairs, accompanied by Zhuang Qingfeng's hearty laughter.
7480 immediately reported: "Zhuang Shimiao is back."
Zhuang Li raised his eyebrows, his face full of interest.
He went into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, then put on his suit and walked downstairs slowly.
Zhuang Hong was waiting for him at the stairs with an unhappy look on his face.
"Your grandson is too impatient." Zhuang Li chuckled and teased.
Zhuang Hong's face darkened. He had assumed Zhuang Shimiao would at least wait until school was over before returning, but he hadn't even attended class. The Zhuang family's four hundred million yuan donation had been wasted.
"He is not my grandson, you are my grandson." Zhuang Hong retorted angrily.
Zhuang Li supported his arm and led him down the stairs step by step. Joking aside, Grandpa's health still needed to be taken care of.
The sight of the grandparents walking into the restaurant arm in arm made Zhuang Shimiao's smile froze for a moment. But he quickly recovered, stood up, and called out "Grandpa" in a tone of longing.
"Why did you come back? Don't you have to go to class?" Zhuang Hong walked to the dining table and sat in the main seat.
Zhuang Li sat beside him naturally, looking at the child of destiny with a smile in his deep eyes.
To be honest, Zhuang Shimiao wasn't exactly handsome, his features plain and simple, barely more than delicate. But he had a fine temperament, a scholarly air amidst his tranquility, like the figure perpetually contemplating by the lake in a landscape painting.
He sat up straight and answered seriously, "I'm back to participate in the competition. My mentor, Dr. Eysenck, will be here with his team tomorrow."
"Yeah! Then you can invite Dr. Eysenck to live in our house. He is a big shot in the field of AI, and most people can't even see him!" Huang Yaping said immediately.
If it were in the past, Zhuang Hong would have definitely welcomed Eisenk at his arrival upon hearing his name.
Zhuang Hong had long dreamed of hiring Eysenck, a world-class scientist, as a technical consultant for Hongtu. With Eysenck's guidance, Hongtu's AI technology would soon become a world leader.
Zhuang Hong had a purpose in sending Zhuang Shimiao to H University for further studies. He hoped that Zhuang Shimiao would gain Dr. Eysenck's favor and then study under him.
He even thought that as long as Zhuang Shimiao could pass this test, he would pass on the grand plan to this non-blood-related grandson.
But now the situation is completely different. Eysenck's technology is indeed advanced, but it is far inferior to Sun Tzu's technology.
Zhuang Hong snorted coldly: "Let them stay in the hotel. I can't stand the foreigners' noise." Now he didn't care about Eysenk, the arrogant American.
Zhuang Qingfeng looked at him in disbelief and reminded him loudly: "Dad, that's Dr. Eysenck! No one else can invite him!"
Zhuang Hong's face turned serious and his brows raised. He was about to get angry, but Zhuang Li gently patted the back of his hand, signaling him to calm down.
"Can you invite Dr. Eysenck over?" Zhuang Li asked with interest.
He raised his chin slightly, crossed his legs casually, put one hand lightly on the back of his grandfather's hand, and tapped the table with the other hand, just like a superior asking a subordinate.
His natural arrogance made Zhuang Shimiao extremely uncomfortable.
"Yes, Dr. Eysenck and I are friends." Zhuang Shimiao suppressed his displeasure and spoke gently, "I once discussed Hongtu's development direction with him. He's very interested in several of our products and said he'd like to come and see them when he gets a chance. I'd like to take him around the company on this trip to China. If the conversation goes well, I think I can keep him here."
This is the reason why Zhuang Shimiao dared to return home early. He was not without bargaining chips.
In order to retain Esenck, my grandfather would have made sure he stayed and given him a key position in the company, because he was the bridge between Esenck and Hongtu.
Zhuang Shimiao looked directly at Zhuang Hong after he said this, trying to catch his emotional reaction. He had already begun to imagine his grandfather's ecstatic expression.
However, Zhuang Hong's attitude was completely beyond his expectations.
The old man listened calmly, without nodding, his face showing his usual inscrutable expression. He seemed to have no interest in whether Eysenck stayed or went.
Zhuang Qingfeng, who was sitting nearby, asked anxiously, "Are you really sure you can keep Dr. Eysenck?"
Zhuang Shimiao looked at his father and nodded. "I'm about 80% sure. Salary and other things are not important. What matters is that our philosophy is the same as his."
Zhuang Qingfeng clapped his hands repeatedly and laughed heartily: "Good, good, good, my son is really great. This education has not been in vain!"
Zhuang Shimiao waved his hand modestly, his cheeks slightly flushed, as if he was very embarrassed, but he kept staring at Zhuang Hong out of the corner of his eyes.
The other party still showed no emotional ups and downs, nor did he express anything verbally. He actually picked up the spoon and started drinking the porridge.
Seeing this, Zhuang Shimiao had to believe his mother's judgment. His grandfather might really have Alzheimer's disease, which was good news.
Zhuang Li slowly stirred the porridge while holding his cheek, and asked lazily, "What competition are you going to participate in?"
"We are here to participate in the Robotics Competition. It's an international event open to all robot enthusiasts. Dr. Eysenck loves to play; he enjoys this kind of exciting game."
Zhuang Shimiao patiently explained, "The competition doesn't start until next month, but we need to disassemble our robot into parts and ship them here, then reassemble it for testing, so we need to come here early to prepare."
"The robot competition sounds very interesting. Are robots fighting each other?" Zhuang Li asked with interest, curling his lips.
"It's not a fight between each other. It's a group of robots put in a field and fight together. The ten robots that survive to the end will have another duel, and then the top three will be decided." Zhuang Shimiao answered every question, as if he was very patient.
But in fact, he didn't want to talk about the Robot Championship at all. He just wanted to continue discussing Dr. Eysenck's stay or departure. This determined his stay or departure.
"A group fight? This competition system sounds exciting." Zhuang Li chuckled softly, then turned to look at Zhuang Hong and encouraged him, "Grandpa, how about we team up and make a robot to participate in the competition?"
Zhuang Hong's eyes lit up and he quickly asked, "Use your skills?"
"Yes, use my technology to build a small robot. By the way, advertise our Hongtu's new product." Zhuang Li raised his chin and said, "I'll take care of the software and you'll take care of the hardware. Are you coming?"
"Come! This is fun!" Zhuang Hong laughed while clapping the table.
"Then don't go fishing today. Come to work with me. The competition is next month, so we have to hurry." Zhuang Li finished a bowl of porridge and urged, "I'll go drive, you hurry up. After you finish the porridge, get two eggs and we'll share them in the car."
"Go ahead, I'll be there soon." Zhuang Hong buried his head in drinking porridge, making slurping sounds in his mouth, then he grabbed two boiled eggs and left in a hurry.
He doesn't look like he has Alzheimer's, but more like a naughty old boy.
Zhuang Shimiao, who had never seen this side of him before, was completely stunned.
He couldn't understand why Zhuang Li and his grandfather had become so close after only being away for a few months.
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