018: "Encountering a pervert."
"No way?"
Fang Shaohan looked at her friend in shock, "I thought they were just spreading rumors. You really banned his live stream?"
Last night, the news in the work group went viral, saying that the big boss used his own account to ban a small streamer.
The young livestreamer, named Yan Yan, was discussed for quite a while by a large group of staff.
Yan Yan is Huai Yan's online name on the platform. Since most of the viewers during the live streams are long-time fans, this nickname doesn't appear very often.
After receiving Fu Tingyu's affirmative answer, Fang Shaohan couldn't help but applaud: "Did you add his contact information?"
Fang Shaohan has always been very accurate in guessing what his childhood friends are thinking.
“It’s been added.” Fu Tingyu flipped open the document.
They also had a two-hour voice call.
Most of the time, Huaiyan was the one trying to find topics to talk about. He could tell from the boy's tone that there was a sense of closeness and ingratiation.
Yet it was different from the flattery and sycophancy of others.
The boy seemed too naive; his voice and demeanor were soft, and he showed no wariness towards strangers.
Without knowing the other party's background, they dared to add the top fan in the live stream as a contact and even made a phone call.
“Sure,” Fang Shaohan said, surprised by his childhood friend’s quick action. “When do you plan to meet him?”
Upon hearing this, Fu Tingyu closed the document.
He met Fang Shaohan's gaze and said calmly, "I've already met him."
The unexpected meeting that night.
If the boy hadn't blocked his phone number, he wouldn't be in such a hurry.
"Alright, I'll wait for your good news." Fang Shaohan changed the subject, "By the way, Ayu, do you remember the school we were sponsoring last time?"
The man looked up: "What?"
“School starts in a few days, and the building we donated is completed,” Fang Shaohan explained. “The school wants us to come to the opening ceremony, probably to thank them again.”
As Fang Shaohan spoke, she took out two gold-embossed invitation letters from the folder in her hand.
It has seven large gold-stamped characters printed on it.
Invitation letter from Licheng University.
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When Huaiyan woke up the next day, she was still in a daze.
He didn't realize it until 073 reminded him that his phone was being bombarded with messages.
...He talked to Y on the phone for two hours last night.
Men don't talk much, but they always respond to everything.
At first he was scared, and his voice was soft and low when he spoke.
Then he gradually discovered that men weren't actually as unapproachable as they seemed.
So Huaiyan started desperately looking for topics to talk about, saying everything she could say in the past few days.
He said he had been eating instant noodles for the past few days and hadn't gone out much, and felt like he had gained a lot of weight.
The man, however, said with certainty that it wouldn't happen, as if he could really see him through the screen.
“Last night went very well,” 073 said happily. “You must be more proactive in the next few days.”
No matter what method is used, as long as the male protagonist meets the system's criteria for successful redemption, the mission will be successful.
Moreover, judging from the current situation, at least Y is interested in Huai inkstones.
The boy obediently responded and opened WeChat, which had hundreds of unread messages.
That was the original owner's university class group chat, where they were discussing the start of the semester in a few days.
The original owner was still a student, a sophomore, in the same school as the male protagonist Jiang Ze, but in a different department.
I heard the school expanded its cafeteria during the summer vacation.
-【That's not the key point. The key point is that the opening ceremony is in a few days, and I heard that the bigwigs from the investors are coming.】
-【Oh, I know this. I saw it on the financial news yesterday. Was it Fang Jia?】
- [It's not just one school; it seems like they're taking this opening ceremony very seriously and even want someone to give a speech.]
Who should our class elect? Was it decided by vote or was it already predetermined?
- [Is this something I can say? Hahahaha, holy crap!]
...
There was too much information in the message, so Huaiyan only glanced at it.
This opening ceremony should have nothing to do with the male lead.
The male lead's surname is Jiang, and the investor's surname is Fang. Even if they are related, it shouldn't be that much.
“The male lead, Jiang Ze, has excellent grades,” 073 suddenly said. “If he also goes to speak, you might run into him.”
Huai Yan was taken aback, and immediately understood the meaning behind 073's words.
If he also gets a chance to speak, there's a 50% chance he'll run into the male lead.
"What if this has already been decided beforehand?" Huaiyan asked, "What then?"
If it's already decided beforehand, no matter how hard you try, you won't have a chance.
University is like a small society; sometimes good grades are not very useful.
Especially for someone like Huai Yan, who seems quite delicate.
“You should try to get it,” 073 said. “Since the selection hasn’t started yet, there should be hope.”
Huaiyan stared at the screen for a while longer, and finally the class monitor organized a voting activity in the group.
"Let's just forget about it..."
The boy muttered something under his breath and put his phone down.
There's little hope in voting.
The original owner was someone with a low profile in the class group.
Aside from his good grades, other people probably wouldn't even think of him.
Let's take it one step at a time.
073 also knew that getting the original owner elected was not a simple matter. "You can go out this morning."
The debt collectors have been driven away by someone unknown, and user 2365 has not appeared either.
Life seemed to be back on track.
Huaiyan had been eating instant noodles for five or six days straight and was starving.
After getting ready, he left the alley and randomly picked a breakfast shop on the street.
Huaiyan ordered a bowl of rice noodle rolls and wontons, and sat quietly in the chair.
"I just saw that a package arrived." The boy rested his chin on his hand and said, puzzled, "Did the original owner buy anything?"
Just as I was making the payment, a delivery notification popped up.
"No, right?" 073 wasn't sure. "But if it's a courier service, there shouldn't be any danger."
Huaiyan nodded, stood up, and wanted to walk to the counter to get breakfast.
Just as he stood up, another customer arrived at the breakfast shop.
It was a man, wearing a clean and neat black T-shirt, tall and slender, who stepped into the restaurant against the light.
Huai Yan was a little stunned, feeling that the man in front of her looked somewhat familiar.
He felt a lot like the man he saw when he opened the door that night.
However, he didn't see the other person's face clearly at the time. He only thought they looked familiar because they were close in height.
Huaiyan stared at the man for a few more seconds.
Just as he was about to look away, the other person unexpectedly turned their gaze towards him.
Thump.
The moment their eyes met, Huaiyan's heart skipped a beat.
He stared directly into the man's eyes.
The newcomer had excellent facial proportions, with a high and straight nose, and his gaze held a subtle scrutiny.
The man's aura was so powerful that even the surrounding environment seemed to exude an air of nobility.
With just one glance, Huaiyan's legs went slightly weak.
...I can't hold on any longer.
"73..." Huai Yan's voice was weak, pleading for help, "I...I can't stand up anymore..."
This feeling is like encountering a large, ferocious beast.
He feared that the other person would rush out at any moment and mercilessly tear and bite his neck apart.
Huai Yan was on the verge of tears, wondering if she would kneel on the ground any second now.
Fortunately, the man's expression was indifferent, and he quickly looked away.
It seemed like just a casual glance.
Huaiyan then barely managed to hold onto the table, her hands trembling as she picked up her breakfast.
If he hadn't met the male lead Jiang Ze, he would have really thought that the man in front of him was the male lead.
It's so oppressive.
When Huaiyan looked up again after eating half of her breakfast, the man was gone.
The boy breathed a sigh of relief and took a sip of soup.
He always felt like there was a pair of eyes watching him when he ate.
He didn't like being watched, so he never dared to look up.
“How strange,” Huaiyan put down her chopsticks, “I feel like I’ve seen that man somewhere before.”
After breakfast, I still need to pick up the package.
Huaiyan left the breakfast shop and headed towards the post station.
"normal."
073 abruptly replied, "He's the man from that night."
! ! ?
What! ?
Could it be 2365?!
Huai Yan paused, suddenly tense: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
What kind of person is a man, really?
If this meeting was a coincidence, what about the last one?
“After all, he hasn’t done anything yet,” 073 sighed. “Maybe he’s just a neighbor.”
That night must have been an accident.
Besides, the other party was just out for breakfast.
The chances of running into someone at a breakfast shop are actually not small.
Having no other choice, Huaiyan had to go pick up the package first.
Even if he knew that the two were the same person, there was nothing he could do.
He knew he could never beat a man.
Given the size difference, it's already quite remarkable that he wasn't slapped away by the other party.
Even if we take a step back and say that the man's gaze was too aggressive.
Before the other party could even speak, Huai Yan's legs probably gave way and he knelt down.
At that time, he was only allowed to let men do whatever they wanted.
Assuming the other party really is 2365... whether he can come back is unknown.
Thinking of this, Huaiyan shuddered.
That's unlikely.
Could the man be... a pervert?
I can't think about it anymore. Just by looking at the man, I can tell he's not from the same social class as me.
If he were truly a pervert, it wouldn't be him; perhaps it was just a passing whim.
"Ah..." Huaiyan tugged at the corner of the package, "Found it."
The package was delivered in a very small box, and it was very lightweight when I received it.
Huai Yan held the inkstone to her ear and shook it gently, but didn't hear anything unusual.
"What could it be..."
What can such a small box hold?
With these questions in mind, Huaiyan stood in front of a trash can, intending to open the package.
It was only then that he realized the recipient of the package was not him.
Instead, they are two blatantly vulgar things: 【sluts.】
"ah!"
Huaiyan let out a soft cry, startled.
He hurriedly checked the phone number again, and it was indeed his.
A dangerous idea began to vaguely emerge in his mind.
...Could the person who sent the package be user 2365?!
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