Lovestruck Junior School Girl: "No one will ever love like me again...
In order to avoid waves of crazy admirers, I had no choice but to go to my own laboratory and conduct a 6-day experiment, trying to strip off or replicate this aura of charm.
The laboratory said that they detected special magnetic field fluctuations every time the Heartthrob Halo was used, and they could try to simulate it.
After a month, the experiment encountered a bottleneck and it is estimated that there will be no breakthrough in hundreds of years, but the current results are enough.
The simulator can relieve mental fatigue and relax the mood. The stress frequency of animals within the range will be slightly reduced, but it has almost no effect on humans.
When used around a mother animal that has just given birth, it can reduce the mother animal's stress and the probability of biting or swallowing her cubs.
Laboratories that extract odors from handkerchiefs have also made some progress.
The perfume they developed, though its effect was greatly weakened, only played a role in soothing and relaxing the animals' spirits. When used during the estrus period, animals that felt safe in their surroundings would be more willing to mate.
After a long period of refinement in the laboratory, I used these two things in the livestock business under my name. They can increase the survival rate of cubs by ten to twenty percent.
After confirming that they are useful, I handed in these two things. I believe that they will be popularized like intelligent computers in a short time.
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Recently I was invited back to my alma mater to give a speech as an outstanding graduate.
There was still some time before the speech was to start, so I declined the principal's invitation and planned to take a look at the school's new facilities.
As I was walking, I was suddenly pulled with great force, and my arm touched a warm body.
"See? This is my boyfriend! He's a thousand times, ten thousand times better than you! Why don't you look in the mirror and see what you are made of!"
The girl who was holding my arm said angrily to the man and woman in front of us.
"Who wants to play hard to get with you! A cheating scumbag and a bitch who seduced her bestie's boyfriend, I wish you two will be locked up forever! Don't think I can't forget my old love for you - you! Don't! Deserve!"
The man and woman in front of me looked at my face with a look of panic, and hurried away.
The girl then let go of my arm and apologized, "Sorry, it was urgent just now."
She clasped her hands together apologetically, looking very cute.
"I'll treat you to milk tea."
She ran to the milk tea shop nearby without saying a word, and after a while, a cup of milk tea was stuffed into my hands.
"A very impressive senior is coming to give a speech. I have to go set up the venue. Thank you for today."
She ran away in a hurry again.
I looked down at my arm and saw that my haute couture suit had been torn into a pulp. This schoolgirl was so strong that I couldn't get free when I struggled just now.
The familiar miserable state of the suit brought back bad memories for me.
My secretary usually prepares a spare set of clothes for me when I go out. I change into the spare suit and walk towards the auditorium.
When I walked up to the podium, I saw the school girl in the front row staring at me blankly.
When she met my gaze, her face suddenly turned red.
It’s really strange. As the venue manager for this speech event, how could she not know me?
…
The school was holding a science exhibition at the time, and there were many gadgets made by students. After the speech, I went to the exhibition to take a look.
My company has always been cooperating with schools. When we see creative ideas with potential, we will contact the students who participated in the design, and either buy out the design or extend an invitation to work in the company.
The front of the Science and Technology Museum was particularly lively. When I went forward to take a look, I saw the girl and the couple fighting for ownership of the exhibit that was rated first.
As the man and woman pressed on step by step, the girl calmly threw out a series of design drafts and pieces of evidence, which recorded the entire process of the creation of this work by the girl.
This scene before my eyes had a strange sense of déjà vu, like a carefully designed reversal, so I stepped forward and added the final link to this face-slapping part -
"Hello, classmate, are you interested in discussing cooperation with me?"
The technology product designed by the girl is related to virtual games. In fact, the concept she proposed has already been proposed by my laboratory and has been further developed. However, the current research and development progress is completely confidential, so the fact that she was able to achieve it based on the existing information is already a breakthrough.
Sending out this invitation is not a waste.
When the girl saw me, her face turned red again. She apologized to me, "I'm sorry, senior, I didn't recognize you."
I smiled, "It's okay, this time I just wanted to ask if my classmates are interested in working in our company?"
She agreed.
So, a month later, the girl who officially became a senior and needed to find an internship came to my company for internship.
Although she was interning in my company, I usually took the president's special elevator and my office occupied an entire floor, so I would never run into her.
A month later, a post was pushed to the top of the school forum.
The post implied that I had an improper relationship with the girl, so she was directly recruited to intern in my company. It also cited the incident in which the girl grabbed me and asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend as evidence.
This happened a month ago, and you’re just sending it out now?
Not long after, the girl knocked on my office door.
Her eyes were red, but her gaze was firm. "Senior, have you read the post on the forum? I'm sorry! This incident was caused by me. I have already contacted the school to delete the post."
"Um."
"I'm sorry, President. Does this... cause you a lot of trouble?"
“Not much.”
The girl seemed to feel even more guilty about my answer.
"I'm sorry, senior. How about I treat you to a meal as my apology to you?"
I looked at her with interest and nodded.
How interesting.
Doesn’t she know that the top administrator of the school forum has the authority to view the real-name registration information of the poster?
…
During dinner, she drank quite a bit of wine and told me about her experience of being betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend. After she cried, she turned around and talked about the technological research products she had written. When she talked about her excitement, her eyes were as bright as stars.
Finally, she stood up, reached across the table, grabbed my hand, and said, "You know what? Senior, I really like you."
After saying that, she closed her eyes and fell drunkenly on the table, her hands still tightly grasping my sleeves.
I tried to pry it open, but it didn't work.
So I called my secretary over.
Ever since the last leaking incident that led to a work error, the secretariat has been like a group of quails, not daring to speak a word in front of me, for fear that I would catch their mistake on the spot again.
This time, when I signaled, Secretary No. 1 quickly stepped forward and tried to pry her hands apart, as if he was determined to avenge his previous humiliation.
However, this girl was incredibly strong, and the secretary, who was also a woman, struggled with her for a while but still failed to save my suit from a drunk man.
The secretary's eyes lit up with fighting spirit.
Yes, you hold it very tightly, but I don’t get the reputation for nothing!
I just saw her take out a set of strange props from the briefcase she was carrying, then picked up a feather pen from it and gently swept it across the girl's palm and wrist.
The girl's hand felt itchy and trembled.
The secretary quickly snatched my suit sleeve from her hand and stuffed a napkin into her hand.
"Put her in a hotel. You can keep an eye on her at night. I'll approve your leave tomorrow to rest for a day."
"Got it, President."
The secretary received the order and took the girl away in a hurry.
I looked down at my wrinkled cuffs, which looked as if Laicai had chewed them up and spat them out because he thought they tasted bad, and I couldn't help rubbing my brows.
I need to order a new suit again.
…
Early in the morning, the girl woke up, but before she opened her eyes, she rubbed against the pillow beside her in a daze and called out "Senior". In the warmth, she slowly opened her eyes, and a yellow color caught her eyes. She opened her eyes in surprise and glared at the funny pillow in her hand.
After looking at the funny expression for three seconds, the expression on the girl's face became interesting.
She immediately stood up, looked around, and when she found that she was in a hotel and alone, she threw the funny guy to the ground.
——The above is the development that the secretary reported to me.
The secretary said that the funny pillow was for her own use. Because the girl drank too much, she was afraid something might happen at night, so she took her own pillow from the car and planned to stay by the bed for the night.
Unexpectedly, the girl hugged her like an octopus and kissed her neck hard.
Me: "So the red mark on your neck was kissed by her?"
"Yes, President."
“…It’s quite red.”
I thought the secretary went for cupping.
The secretary was in a dilemma. In order to protect herself, she had to stuff the funny pillow into her arms. The girl fell asleep holding on to the pillow tightly.
Unexpectedly, the girl loved the pillow so much the night before that she couldn't sleep without it. After waking up, she became angry and threw the pillow to the ground.
The secretary feels aggrieved, but she doesn't say anything.
"For work-related injuries and mental damage, go to the finance department for compensation." I held my forehead with my hand.
After that day, the girl seemed to have completely freed herself from the shackles that bound her and began to express her affection to me.
But I don’t know why she brought me food.
In particular, the food she cooked was not only not as good as the one cooked by the cook, but even worse than the food in the cafeteria.
She said that she had something important to say, and asked me to send my assistant and secretary away. Then, with her hand wrapped in a Band-Aid, she put the rice in front of me without saying anything, and said with a blushing face, "This is my first time trying to cook. You, you try it."
I looked at the yellow and soft strips in the lunch box, and for a long time I couldn't identify the ingredients. I hesitated and said, "This is..."
Her face flushed, "It's eggplant with soy sauce."
I took a deep breath and seriously rejected her soy sauce eggplant and her confession.
She turned pale and shaky when she heard that, but her brows were firm, "Boss, I really like you, I will make you like me!"
She walked away without looking back and with firm steps, and I didn't even have time to ask her to take the food away.
I had to ask my secretary to take care of the meal.
The secretary looked at me cautiously and took it away quietly.
The moment the door closed, I clearly heard another secretary exclaim.
"What is this? Steamed poop?!"
…
I couldn't help but cover my face.
…
This torture continued for a long time.
Faced with the charcoal chicken wings, stir-fried potato sticks, scrambled tomato and egg shells, chocolate chip cookies that looked like Oli Gei, and steamed buns stuffed with snail flour that she brought me... I refused again and again, and finally told my assistant not to let her in if he saw her.
Seeing that I rejected her confession again and again, she was still not discouraged. She brought me meals three times a day, brought me an umbrella on rainy days, reminded me to add and take off clothes in the morning and evening, and got up two hours earlier every day just to see me at the company gate and say "good morning".
But I have a driver to pick me up on rainy days, and someone to match clothes for me. I also don't need her to sleep only three or four hours a day just to see me full of energy in the morning, and then spend the whole day's work drowsily.
The team leader in charge of her team has asked the manager in charge several times whether he can transfer her.
Seeing that I was unmoved, the girl kept her at a distance even more and her attack became more fierce.
She even waited for me in a rainstorm to give me a holiday gift, and was soaked to the skin until she fainted.
After hearing the news, I thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out why she didn't hide from the rain.
The convenience store was just five steps away from her, but she insisted on standing in the heavy rain.
After such a long time, I had collected almost all the information about her. I couldn't bear it anymore and filed a lawsuit against her in court.
The day she was summoned, she asked me in disbelief with red eyes.
"Why? I have already asked someone to delete the post that slandered you and me. I am also a victim in this matter. Why are you suing me?"
"Because you were the one who posted the anonymous post, saying that I was supporting a female college student and slandering my lifestyle."
"Why do you think I should sue you?"
Her expression changed again and again, and finally two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks, and she started to smile.
"Yes, that's right, I did it."
"But that's only because I love you so much! Do you know how happy I am when classmates ask me if I know you and if I'm with you?"
"It's been so long, can't you see my true feelings?!"
The state's special services, disguised as court security, pulled her away and kept her distance from me.
She stared at me, smiling foolishly, with determination in her eyes.
"This is the last time I'm asking you, do you really want to do this?"
"right."
She burst into laughter, tears streaming down her face as she laughed, "Today, you killed the person who loved you the most in this world."
"No one in this world will love you more than me!"
She was taken away.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
It was not until a month later that the special national department sent me information about her recent situation.
As she was imprisoned for longer and longer periods of time, she went from being confident that everything was under her control at the beginning, to being confused and hesitant, and then to struggling and despair.
In the end, when she was alone, she kept repeating one sentence.
"Why hasn't the crematorium plot started yet? How long are we going to stay here?!"
I put the messages I read into the shredder.
Crematorium? You must be kidding.
I don't want to order a third suit just for her.
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