Tang Nianzhi raised her chin: "Can't I come to see the stage designed by Brother Shenghan?"
"Who said I designed it?" Rong Shenghan shook his head helplessly. "It's the design from the Light and Shadow Studio."
"Anyway, it's better than some people who just stick on a broken watch." Tang Nianzhi snorted.
Lin Yanran jumped down from the ladder in anger: "Who are you talking about?"
"Whoever responds will be called out." Tang Nianzhi stood her ground.
Seeing that the two were about to argue again, Yu Jiuyuan coughed lightly: "Yanran, what are the dimensions of the LED screen on the left side of the stage? I remember the design drawing indicated that it was 6 meters by 3 meters, but the actual measurement seems to be 20 centimeters wider."
Lin Yanran's attention was indeed diverted, and she frowned, saying, "I measured it this morning and it was 6.2 meters. I was just about to tell you about this. The construction team must have made a mistake!"
“So we need to recalibrate,” Yu Jiuyuan said, looking at Rong Shenghan. “Did the vice president bring a measuring tape?”
Rong Shenghan took out a measuring tape from his briefcase, and Tang Nianzhi immediately stepped forward: "Brother Shenghan, let me hold one end for you."
Seeing this, Lin Yanran also stubbornly walked to the other side of the stage: "I'll do it! So that some people won't be clumsy and make mistakes that delay things."
The two men pulled the measuring tape from either side, neither willing to let go first, causing the markings on the tape to sway back and forth as they were pulled.
Rong Shenghan stood in the middle, helplessly watching their childish competition, but a faint smile flickered in his eyes.
Yu Jiuyuan watched this scene and quietly opened the system panel:
Lin Yanran's negative emotion value dropped from 18 to 15, and her neutral value rose to 10.
Although there was no data to show Tang Nianzhi's condition, her grip on the measuring tape noticeably loosened.
“6.21 meters,” Rong Shenghan reported the precise figure, “It is indeed 21 centimeters wider. I’ll have the construction team adjust it this afternoon.”
Yu Jiuyuan was writing down the data in her notebook when she suddenly heard Yuan Xu's voice behind her: "Jiuyuan, the spectrometer parameters have been sent over."
The boy walked briskly over, carrying a tablet computer. His eyes behind his glasses sparkled: "President Xie said that we can adjust the focal length of the grating to increase the emission intensity of the fluorescence by 30%, which will make the holographic projection effect even better."
As he spoke, he handed the tablet to Yu Jiuyuan. His fingertips accidentally brushed against the back of her hand, and she recoiled as if she had been electrocuted, her ear tips turning slightly red.
Seeing this, Tang Nianzhi suddenly laughed and said, "Yuan Xu seems to be very shy?"
When Yuan Xu looked up, her gaze met hers, and her tone was unusually sharp: "I just don't like bothering others."
These words were like a soft thorn piercing Tang Nianzhi's heart. Her smile froze for a moment, and she turned around to take Rong Shenghan's arm: "Brother Shenghan, I'm a little cold. Shall we go to a coffee shop and get a hot cocoa?"
Rong Shenghan glanced at his watch: "I have class this afternoon, should I have the driver take you home first?"
Tang Nianzhi couldn't hide the disappointment on her face: "But I still want to..."
"Should I have some students from the secretariat accompany you around?" Yu Jiuyuan spoke up at the right moment. "They know every corner of the school well and can even take you to see the art exhibition in the art building. Sister Lin Yanran's oil painting was just exhibited today, and it's said to be very well received."
When Lin Yanran's sister was mentioned, Lin Yanran's ears twitched. Although she didn't turn around, she clearly perked up her ears.
Tang Nianzhi thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay, then Brother Shenghan, remember to call me tonight."
Watching Tang Nianzhi leave with the student council girls, Lin Yanran scoffed, "So delicate, does she really think everyone has to revolve around her?"
Yuan Xu kept her head down, adjusting the parameters on the tablet, and didn't say anything, but her typing speed on the screen noticeably increased.
Rong Shenghan looked at Yu Jiuyuan and suddenly smiled: "You seem to know a lot about how to deal with Niannian."
“I just think she’s cute,” Yu Jiuyuan said lightly as she closed her notebook. “Like a pretty little hedgehog, you have to touch her along her quills.”
She looked up at the window and saw that it had started snowing again. "Class is about to start, I need to go to the registrar's office to submit my report."
As she stepped out of the stadium, a biting wind whipped snowflakes against her face. Yu Jiuyuan pulled her scarf tighter around her neck, the system panel clearly appearing in her mind:
Hsieh Che-cheng: Favorability rating 10, Emotional fluctuations (Negative 0/Neutral 15/Positive 100)
Yuan Xu: Favorability 85, Emotional fluctuations (Negative 0/Neutral 12/Positive 95)
Lin Yanran: Favorability rating 3, emotional fluctuations (negative 15/neutral 10/positive 0)
Rong Shenghan: Favorability 64, Emotional fluctuations (Negative 0/Neutral 8/Positive 90)
The data changes little, yet it's like placing pieces on a chessboard, each move precisely hitting its intended position.
Yu Jiuyuan watched as her footprints in the snow were quickly covered by fresh snow, and a very faint smile appeared on her lips.
Tang Nianzhi's sudden move not only didn't disrupt her strategy, but it also allowed her to see the hidden connections on the chessboard.
Xie Zhecheng's indifference hides his principles, Yuan Xu's enthusiasm conceals her concern, Lin Yanran's arrogance hides her awkwardness, and Rong Sheng's coldness and gentleness are separated by a faint line beneath his mask.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, enveloping the entire Saint Sakura Academy in pure white.
Yu Jiuyuan walked forward through the thick snow, her footprints uneven, as if composing an overture that only she could understand.
The distant clock tower rang the afternoon bell, its long chimes mingling with the sound of wind and snow, echoing through the quiet campus, as if reminding everyone on the chessboard.
The game continues.
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