Chapter 8 Pingyi's Approachable Classmate
Meng Er has always been the type of person who, when focused on doing something, will not divert his attention to the outside world.
But the gaze from the right was too intense; perhaps the person looking at him thought he was well concealed and wouldn't be easily discovered.
At least for now, Meng Er looked straight at him with a slightly cold gaze. The other person still appeared to be staring at the computer with a calm expression, but his pupils shifted several times, each time looking at her before quickly returning to their original position.
"Hello, is there something you need?" She lowered her voice, knowing that in this place where everyone expected to keep quiet, there was no need to disturb others.
For the first time, Xu Yitong misjudged the force of his mouse clicks, clicking twice in quick succession.
He blinked rapidly, then lowered his gaze slightly, not answering Meng Er's question, but instead rapidly typing on the keyboard for a while.
Having received no reply, Meng Er turned her gaze away and continued with what she had not yet finished.
But a dialog box suddenly popped up on the split-screen computer interface.
【Hello:)】
"..."
Meng Er slightly curled the corners of her mouth and looked up at the boy a few seats away. The boy had simply leaned back in his chair, revealing only the top of his thick hair.
【？】
Before you understand what the other party is going to do, it's best to just wait and see.
Clearly, her question mark made the boy feel very conflicted. Meng Er heard the sound of lightly tapping on the keyboard briefly, then paused, followed by the sound of the delete key.
After repeating this process several times, a line of text finally appeared in the dialog box.
Yesterday, I heard you speak French.
[Very standard.]
Meng Er tilted her head slightly, then dragged the dialog box to a corner to continue reading the content she hadn't finished, focusing on the constantly changing data.
The content she was looking at could be found by anyone who knows how to use the internet, so it didn't matter what the other person could figure out, even if they seemed to have hacking skills.
The boy sitting in front of the computer not far away, who had been sleepy, gradually became more alert during the long wait, but his beautiful eyes revealed deep doubt.
He only sent the dialog box to the computer Meng Er was using; he did not fully obtain access to the other party's computer.
But after waiting for a long time, Xu Yitong only heard the sound of the mouse wheel scrolling and the occasional sound of keyboard typing. Hmm... after the sound stopped, he still did not receive any message from the other party.
I need to learn French.
Can you teach me?
I can pay you; you set the price.
After hesitating for a while, the boy finally typed out a few messages.
Meng Er's train of thought was interrupted once again. She was almost amused by this behavior. While the thought of buying her own computer came to mind, she calmly typed a reply to the other party.
I have no teaching experience.
Besides, the offer that swayed me was enough for you to hire a more professional language teacher.
[Student, don't you think your behavior constitutes harassment?]
Meng Er clicked her tongue impatiently in her heart, preparing to shut down her computer, go to the swimming pool, swim for twenty minutes, and then go to the cafeteria for lunch.
After finishing today's study schedule, the extra activity is to buy a computer.
She knew that many of Jingyun's students, with the support of their privileged families, had access to professional knowledge that most people could only access after going to university. They only needed to show interest or their families needed it to learn it early on.
Jingyun invested heavily in building this computer room because some of her students have exceptional computer skills.
Many anecdotes about hacker wars involve Jingyun students.
Meng Er never expected that someone would be so bored as to play such a trick.
But the next second, a screenshot appeared in the dialog box.
It's your bank card balance.
The first digit is 2, and there are eight digits before the decimal point.
I have money.
[You only need to learn to write basic sentences and understand what others are saying.]
【Thanks. 】
What an approachable and kind child! Meng Er narrowed her eyes slightly, her expression unchanged, and she thought for a moment.
[A passion for learning transcends the need to discuss money.]
[Compensation can be offered in other ways, but before that, would you mind if I verify your qualifications first?]
Twenty million is a lot, but after experiencing several financial battles where the profits were in the tens of billions, Meng Er's heart was not stirred by it.
However, this money is a significant help to her right now.
It's just picking up the old business again. With this injection of funds, we're still small fry in front of the big players.
But compared to the hundreds of thousands of pounds she had left after buying an expensive meal, this was still a rather large shrimp.
The prerequisite is that the other party's deposit is genuine and valid.
I don't mind.
Meng Er shut down the computer, got up, and walked straight out the door.
The men and women in the computer room were all engrossed in their computer screens, and no one looked up.
The boy sat in the chair, his eyes initially looking slightly dazed. After a moment, he seemed to realize something and sat there hesitantly for a while, as if lost in a daze.
In the end, he turned off the computer and stood up, his chair being pushed back, which seemed a bit out of place in the quiet computer room where only the sounds of keyboard and mouse clicks could be heard.
They only noticed her when this tall figure passed by in the aisle.
"Um?"
"Why did Xu Shen leave early?"
"Holy crap, I was just saying I'd ask him to take a look at this line of code for me later!"
"Don't bother looking at it, just find one written by a senior colleague, copy it in, and run it, and you're done."
“6”
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When Xu Yitong reached the corridor, he didn't see that familiar figure. He subconsciously touched his pocket before realizing that he didn't have the other person's contact information.
He paused for a moment, then pursed his lips and decided to walk towards the stairwell.
If he couldn't see her when he got to the building entrance, Xu Yitong planned to go back first and check again when he saw her next time.
What she just said must mean that she has already agreed to it, right?
Xu Yitong thought to himself with some uncertainty.
As they reached the bottom of the stairs, on the wooden handrail at the bottom, the girl was looking down at her phone until she heard footsteps and looked up.
When Xu Yitong was gazed at by those clean and pure eyes, his heart beat a little faster. He subconsciously reached out and placed his hand on the armrest without saying a word.
Meng Er turned off her phone, which displayed the school forum, and used the search function to get a general understanding of the boy in front of her.
Xu Yitong is a senior high school student this year. His father is the general manager of Zhengde Group.
This large conglomerate, which operates in the real economy, is a family business with a vast system, a history spanning decades, and a market value of nearly 100 billion.
Although market value is just market value, it is enough to illustrate the family background of the boy in front of us. In a school like Jingyun, where second-generation rich kids gather, he has a background that allows him to do whatever he wants.
However, Xu Yitong is most often discussed for his computer skills and his severe social anxiety.
Meng Er didn't care about this. Geniuses are full of quirks. Is it worth discussing if a computer genius with exceptional talent is just socially awkward?
Isn't this standard equipment?
"Hello, Xu, I might need to trouble you to come to the bank with me next. After confirming that your funds are genuine and valid, we can then discuss the teaching and remuneration matters."
"how?"
Meng Er was very professional. When she regarded Xu Yitong as her first client in this world, even though the funds this client could provide were not even enough to meet her standards in her previous life.
But she will still demonstrate her professionalism.
For example, if the client is socially anxious, then you need to be mindful of the boundaries of social interaction while maintaining control of the conversation.
Xu Yitong breathed a sigh of relief. He had a problem that was very serious for his family since he was a child.
This child is very pretty and intelligent, with a keen sense of numerical calculation, but he doesn't speak!
No matter what method was used, the situation could not be improved until Xu Yitong grew up and came into contact with computers, at which point his communication with the outside world gradually increased.
And so, Xu Yitong walked down the steps and left the building where the computer room was located, one after the other, with Meng Er.
Meng Er originally intended to slow down and wait for him, but the slower she went, the tall man behind her slowed down even more, always maintaining a certain distance between them.
She didn't turn around to ask Xu Yitong a question, but simply resumed her normal walking pace.
Even though the two walked at such an unfamiliar distance on campus, it instantly drew gasps of astonishment from onlookers.
Related posts appeared rapidly on the school forum, with various pictures and evidence, and the screen was filled with question marks and shock.
This student representative was quite unfamiliar to them, and many people were indeed curious about her today, but what was that thing following behind her?
Isn't Xu Yitong the mascot of those guys who are really good at computers?
Isn't it social anxiety?
So it seems that as long as you're good-looking, it doesn't matter if you're socially awkward, right?
In a meeting room of the student council, they were discussing arrangements for a party to be held after the final exams when suddenly a "Holy crap!" came from the corner.
The girl, who was assigning tasks with a serious expression, adjusted her glasses, then smiled slightly and said gently, "Come on, Officer He must have some very constructive suggestions to make. Please come up and say them."
"...No, I saw Xu Yitong, our head of the technology department! The Xu who's never seen before!"
The boy held up his phone in grief and indignation, shouting, "He's defected to the enemy!"
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Getting a taxi at the Jingyun school gate is really a matter of luck.
After waiting for more than ten minutes without seeing a taxi pass by, Meng Er calmly turned around and asked, "Xu, do you have a car?"
"..."
He nodded, his soft, fluffy hair swaying slightly in the breeze.
"At school?"
Shake head.
Meng Er paused for a moment, "Is it okay if we take the bus? It's very close to the starting station and there are hardly any people here. If you mind when it gets crowded, we can get off and take a taxi."
Xu Yitong considered her suggestion for a moment, then nodded hesitantly.
Meng Er, who had been looking at his straight nose, received a reply. When she looked away, she inadvertently saw the sunlight filtering through his hair and finally landing on his eyes.
It was only then that she noticed he had beautiful, dark green pupils.
Mixed race?
A curious thought flashed through Meng Er's mind, and she walked towards the bus stop.
Whatever it is, it's still one of my close clients, worth hundreds of millions—
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