Chapter 18

Song Yin decided to believe him. After all, Mu Qingliu was the most powerful boss in the whole book. Why bother to deceive a useless cannon fodder?

Mu Qingliu did not explain how to do it for the time being, but first carried Song Yin to the small auditorium agreed with the tutor. The five teachers of the judging panel had already received Mu Qingliu's invitation and sat on the podium with a little nervousness.

In fact, as long as Mu Qingliu said a few words, Song Yin's graduation certificate would be in his hands in a few minutes.

The reason why the graduation procedure must be strictly followed is because Mu Qingliu himself did not experience a complete learning career well.

He started skipping grades in kindergarten, jumping three or four grades a year, becoming the youngest college student in China. With the support of his family's strong resources, he spent two years studying for a master's and doctoral degree, and finally got a double doctorate at the age of 17. Now at the age of 28,

he has reached unprecedented heights in many fields. Just as he himself believes, his life is destined to be wonderful, but also destined to be boring. If a disaster falls from the sky and takes his life in the blink of an eye.

Mu Qingliu's 28 years of life traces are more colorful and complex than most people's lifetime, brilliant and regretless.

So for Mu Qingliu, living to 28 is good, living to 58 is also OK, and living to 88 is not much different.

It is possible that he has already used 28 to complete the length of many people's lifetime.

Mu Qingliu had only participated in thesis defense in financial management, and was a little curious about thesis defense in a first-class university. As

soon as his eyes were full of curiosity, the five professors with rich teaching experience sitting in front of the podium immediately became a little uneasy.

In the world of the book, the author can forcibly establish an exaggerated personality for any character. Even if it is said that this person has royal relatives in his family and that if he stomps his feet, the Chinese economy will immediately be shaken, it is absolutely reasonable.

Obviously, everyone has heard of Mu Qingliu's name and knows the family power behind him. When being stared at by such a big man of such a level, everyone inadvertently made micro movements of wiping sweat and coughing to cover up the weakness of being pierced in their hearts.

Song Yin was lying on the bench, while Mu Qingliu was sitting above him, leisurely crossing his legs and saying to him.

"I feel like you know me very well and know a lot about my past. In addition to being an artist and collector, I am actually a tongue talker."

Tongue talker?

Song Yin tried hard to recall the details of the bloody story.

Mu Qingliu's vest was indeed very thick, but wasn't this tongue talker a bit too metaphysical?

[This guy must be deceiving me! ! "

I didn't lie to you. My eyes are sharp and my fingers are extremely flexible. I can accurately judge the specific content of what you want to express from the movement of your tongue."

"At present, this skill of mine is very helpful for your condition. Although you are a vegetable, your tongue maintains normal flexibility and can complete the difficult swallowing action. You must know that swallowing is a rather complex reflex action of the human body, and before you became a vegetable, your tongue also had an auxiliary function of speaking."

After speaking, Mu Qingliu wiped his fingers clean with a disinfectant wipe, slowly pried open Song Yin's mouth, broke open his teeth, and pinched his slightly dodging tongue.

Song Yin's wet, soft and sticky tongue immediately became pitiful, with nowhere to hide, and could only allow the invasion of foreign objects, as if being played with by rough fingers.

[I seriously suspect that my personal belongings are being invaded, but I don't have good evidence.]

It was the first time that Mu Qingliu touched such a warm and slippery thing with his fingertips. Song Yin's mouth was slightly stimulated, and immediately secreted a large amount of saliva, soaking his fingers and wrapping them, entangled very tightly.

It was as if these two fingers gradually adapted to the wet and warm tenderness and could no longer be pulled out.

Mu Qingliu's eyes darkened, and he glanced at the bubbles of complaints hanging in the air, "I found out, the frequency of your tongue moving just now is... You are doubting my sincerity, but in fact I really just want to help you."

Song Yin is not stupid, but he is simple enough.

Mu Qingliu explained again, "Song Yin, have you never doubted it? You have been in the Song family for so long, why am I the only one who knows that although you are a vegetable, you are not in a coma, but in a motionless body, carrying out normal activities?"

[Yes, why? Why is this? ]

Mu Qingliu saw that the other party was indeed falling into doubt step by step, which was exactly what he wanted.

In fact, Mu Qingliu realized not long ago that he had made a big mistake.

He shouldn't have taken the initiative to have a conversation with Song Yin.

Song Yin certainly didn't know that he could produce so many bubbles of complaints every day.

And he couldn't let Song Yin slowly realize that something was wrong.

If Song Yin's heart consciously set up a defense line against him.

Then the whole thing would immediately become boring.

Mu Qingliu's fingertips slid, "Because I was a guest at the Song family that day, and I accidentally saw your tongue licking your lips. I judged from your tongue that you were not actually unconscious."

When it comes to making up lies, Mu is second to none.

"Song Yin, you are a normal person. You just can't control your body temporarily, but you are still you inside."

"And I, maybe I am destined to help you get reborn."

This can not only prevent some of Song Yin's lightning bombardments, but also get closer to Song Yin's inner world faster. Kill

two birds with one stone.

Mu Qingliu suddenly remembered that Song Yin had mentioned that he was an important villain.

He definitely looked like a real villain now, casting a huge net over the innocent children.

Song Yin believed it when his tongue was pinched.

[Mu Qingliu seemed to be able to sense what my tongue was saying. No wonder I always felt something was strange. Why did his answers always go straight to my heart?] [

Next time I don't want to tell him, I must keep my tongue safe.] The

two of them sang the same tune and had a great time.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the five tutors present coughed and said, "This is our first time to participate in such a unique thesis defense. Since Song Yin's physical condition is... so special, then our school has decided to adopt a special method to conduct graduation examinations for students with excellent academic performance."

It doesn't matter whether Song Yin is special or not.

Mu Qingliu is especially special.

Then each tutor asked some questions about Song Yin's graduation thesis.

Song Yin couldn't sleep all night. On the one hand, he couldn't believe that he could pass the exam normally in such a state. On the other hand, he practiced repeatedly in his mind in disbelief.

About how the future metaverse and AI will be integrated into digital transformation.

Basically, he answered every teacher's question fluently in his heart.

Mu Qingliu perfectly repeated his thoughts without changing a word, which was a superfluous thing for the teachers.

For Song Yin, it was like a fairy descending from heaven.

[I didn’t expect that Mr. Mu is such a kind-hearted person, my reincarnated male bodhisattva, my]

Song Yin drooled as he answered the teacher’s questions seriously, and occasionally thought to himself, [Although my body is useless, my tongue is so useful~ I knew earlier that my stuttering had nothing to do with my tongue.]

[When I get better one day, I must eat beef tongue, chicken tongue, and pig tongue often... Hiss, Mu Qingliu, why did you pinch my tongue? ! ]

Mu Qingliu pulled back his sticky fingers and wiped them clean one by one with a brand new disinfectant wipe, "The above is all the answers from my wife Song Yin, thank you for listening, teacher. If there is anything wrong, please criticize my negligence."

The show of power was enough, who would dare to let a little vegetable drop out of school?

Mu Qingliu turned around and wiped Song Yin's lips which were covered with saliva. His small mouth was bright red, moist and soft, giving the feeling of having played too much.

[The corner of my mouth hurts so much,] Song Yin's mouth was rubbed by the alcohol in the disinfectant wipes, [Mu Qingliu is it really thick everywhere? My mouth is about to burst with two fingers.]

Mu Qingliu's Adam's apple moved up and down. He wanted to say that he could see it for himself when he could open his eyes.

Feeling someone coming from behind, Mu Qingliu waved his big hand and knocked out Song Yin's complaint about it being very thick, and accurately filled it with a bunch of [Quantum computing mainly relies on principles such as quantum interference and superposition to achieve parallel computing, and provides exponential acceleration on some problems that are difficult to calculate with traditional computers, thus achieving "quantum computing superiority". 】

【Everything can be the metaverse】 and other complex concepts.

The person who came over was Song Yin's counselor, who was also Song Yin's professional course teacher.

Since Song Yin applied for a leave of absence, the counselor found the landline number of the Song family's home from the student information form.

The person who answered the phone was the Song family's servant. Probably the family had already said that Song Yin was going to go abroad to continue his studies and would no longer go to school.

When he saw him today, the counselor was very sad. Although Song Yin was a stuttering child and had severe social phobia, his academic performance had always been among the best.

He thought Song Yin really went abroad to seek a more extensive development.

The counselor told Mu Qingliu about the confusion he and his classmates had when Song Yin was not in class, expressed his regret for Song Yin's misfortune, and congratulated Song Yin for his strong will despite his disability, insisting on participating in the defense, and successfully obtaining his diploma.

He did not mention too many bad topics about the Song family, and only mentioned sporadically that the Song family wanted to send Song Yin abroad.

Song Yin immediately felt bitter in his heart, "I really hope that there is someone in my family, even if there is only one person who supports me like this."

The counselor kept silent. On

the contrary, Mu Qingliu could hear something strange between the lines, and felt that Song Yin was not having a good time in the Song family.

Otherwise, how could an undergraduate student be sent abroad for further studies without getting a diploma?

Song Yin tried his best to ignore this painful moment and waited for Mu Qingliu to pick him up again. Song Yin

thought: [My tongue should be well hidden in my mouth, Mu Qingliu should not be able to see it, right?]

Mu Qingliu wondered why he suddenly became so cautious.

Song Yin complained: [This world is not fair enough, never mind, I am not angry anymore.] 37+

Mu Qingliu could only remain silent. This time he learned his lesson and did not respond to Song Yin casually in a situation that might expose himself.

[I don’t know what stage the plot has entered now. Although I have the script in my hand, it is of no use to me at all.]

Mu Qingliu: I always hear him talking about the plot, and it always feels like he is saying that our world is not actually real.

Metaverse.

Mu Qingliu thought about these three words seriously.

Everything can be the metaverse, and all forms of expression in the metaverse can be replaced by numbers.

Song Yin is very tired today. His tongue is tired, his heart is tired, and his spirit is tired.

[The next plot should be that Song He runs away with Wen Yancheng at the wedding scene, and then Mu Qingliu completely turns evil.]

This spit bubble is not like the usual one, full of Q elasticity and spirit. Instead, it is like a deflated balloon, floating softly in the air, and hits the face of the handsome guy who is walking towards him.

The handsome guy is an iceberg handsome guy, so the handsome guy is very angry, and he is very cool to tear off the spit frame on his face and talk to himself.

"I will kidnap Song He at the wedding?!"

Wen Yancheng laughed cruelly, and the bubbles of complaints in his palms creaked, "I'd better find Song He first."

Then he turned and looked at the guy who was emitting bubbles all the way, with a cold light in his eyes.

Mu Qingliu was still reading Song Yin's soft complaints.

In fact, this feeling is getting more and more subtle.

Or it can be said to be wonderful.

Like a chattering storyteller, he has been pulling every ordinary little thing to a climax, and very cunningly laying foreshadowing in certain places, exposing some hidden landmines in advance.

The listener has a heart.

Only those who truly understand can cleverly avoid these landmines and protect themselves.

[After Mu Qingliu turned evil, he first attacked the Song family. ]

Song Yin's feelings for the Song family are better than nothing.

【My uncle has been trying to split up the entire Song family business for years. Mu Qingliu seized this opportunity to disintegrate the entire Song family from within, and then defeated them one by one, causing the Song family, which has a century-old history of construction, to run a financial deficit within three years, with its capital chain melted down, and finally the company declared bankruptcy.】

【In this catastrophe, only the sixth uncle's family did not suffer too much damage. After all, he is Song He's father, and he is working alone outside. The sixth uncle also saw the flaw of the Song family's centipede that it is dead but not stiff, so when the Song family was in trouble, he did not wade into the muddy water, which was considered to be a wise way to protect himself.】

[This is the first thing Mu Qingliu did after he turned evil. I thought it was incredible when I first saw it, but now I find it quite satisfying.]

[The Song family, the Song family...]

[Forget it, I'm so tired.]

Song Yin basically hadn't slept well for two days and one night. He concentrated a little and immediately fell into sleep mode.

His words were very clear, and Mu Qingliu also heard them in detail.

When he got home at night, Mu Qingliu turned down the half-hour live broadcast that had to be done in the basement every day, and thought seriously about Song Yin's words.

I will turn evil.

I will bankrupt the Song family.

Is this the prerequisite for me to become a villain?

Mu Qingliu took out his mobile phone and called his administrative secretary.

The other party seemed very respectful when he answered the call.

Mu Qingliu said, "Get the revenue data of the Song family business in recent years and the future investment plan as soon as possible. If possible, first find out the personal information of the eldest son of the Song family. I want it all by tomorrow night at the latest."

The secretary was surprised that President Mu had not been involved in the management of the company for some time, especially since Song was a construction company, which was completely different from Mu's business.

However, the subordinates had no room to question what the president had told them.

Mu Qingliu briefly explained the work, then clasped his hands, propped his elbows on the desk, and pretended to think seriously.

The little vegetative man said that the plot was arranged this way and that way.

Since the plot was a force majeure.

Then he asked the Song family to go bankrupt according to the plot.

Anyway, the Song family was not good to Song Yin. It was

good that the ending was the same.

And I have a good reason to do this.

Mu Qingliu smiled, so he is no longer a blackened villain, right?