in2ebook Chapter 313 Framework
Chapter 313 Framework
As I left the Western restaurant, all the lights in Xinjiekou were on.
The neon lights, red, green, and blue, flashed in the night.
Lin Yue walked ahead, her steps light and quick, the hem of her pleated skirt swaying at her feet.
She had just eaten two steaks, a snail dish, a bowl of soup, and two desserts. Her belly was round and full, and she was in an extremely good mood.
Song Huan followed behind, her hands in her pockets.
He watched her retreating figure.
Her ponytail swayed under the streetlights, and her light blue knitted cardigan was blown up slightly by the wind.
She suddenly stopped and turned around.
"Song Huan".
"Um?"
"I will pay you back the 350,000."
Her voice wasn't loud, but she spoke each word with great seriousness.
The streetlights shone on her face, making her eyes appear very bright.
Song Huan looked at her and said calmly, "You don't need to pay it back."
Lin Yue was stunned for a moment.
"What?"
I said, you don't need to pay it back.
Lin Yue's eyes widened.
His mouth was slightly open, and the expression on his face changed from serious to blank, and from blank to an indescribable complexity.
"you……"
"You treated me to steak," Song Huan interrupted her, her tone casual, as if it were a trivial matter. "We're even."
Lin Yue opened her mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.
She looked down at the tips of her shoes.
The canvas shoes had their laces tied tightly, and there was a little dust on the surface.
[Three hundred and fifty thousand, a steak costs 1,280, and he says it's even? Is he stupid?]
She looked up at him.
His face was illuminated by the streetlights, and his expression remained indifferent.
She suddenly spoke again, "Song Huan, do you have a girlfriend?"
Song Huan was stunned for a moment.
He looked at her; under the streetlight, her eyes shone brightly, reflecting the neon lights and his shadow.
She pursed her lips slightly, waiting.
He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.
"no."
Lin Yue took a step forward.
I'm very close to him.
I was so close I could smell her scent.
The cocoa powder in the tiramisu, mixed with the aroma of creamy mushroom soup, and a hint of its own flavor.
"Do you still remember the letter I left you? Can I be your girlfriend?"
Song Huan's mind went blank for a moment.
Lin Yue took another step forward.
She had her hands behind her back, tilted her head to look at him, and her eyes were sparkling.
Then her expression suddenly changed, from sparkling to pitiful, her eyebrows drooping and her lips slightly pouting.
"They owe me so much money, I have no choice but to repay them with my body."
Song Huan reached out, pressed her forehead, and pushed her away.
With her arms outstretched, he pressed her forehead down, causing her to lean back and flail her arms in the air.
"I'm warning you, don't repay kindness with enmity."
Lin Yue's forehead was being pressed down by him, her mouth still moving, "How am I repaying kindness with enmity!"
"I helped you pay off your debt, and now you want to be my girlfriend? Isn't that repaying kindness with enmity?"
"What's wrong with me?!"
Lin Yue broke free from his grasp, a tuft of her hair sticking up on her head.
She pressed the tuft of hair down, and it popped back up; she pressed it down, and it popped back up again.
"I'm good-looking, I can cook, I can make milk tea, I can serve food, and I can also..." She thought for a moment, "and I can also treat you to steak!"
Song Huan turned and left.
Lin Yue caught up with him, walked beside him, and looked at him sideways.
"Just think about it."
"Not considering it."
"Let me think about it."
"No."
"Would you like to consider it for a bit?"
Song Huan ignored her.
Lin Yue took two more steps, "Then how about we order it for 100?"
Song Huan finally couldn't help but twitch her lips.
Lin Yue saw it, and she followed him with a smile, walking beside him, her shoulder almost bumping into his arm.
He smiled; he clearly likes me. He's just being stubborn.
[But it's okay, I have plenty of time, and he doesn't have a girlfriend yet anyway.]
[That girl from Tokyo University doesn't seem to be dating him either, so I still have a chance.]
[No matter how long it takes, I'll wait. I'll wait until he stops being so stubborn, until he finally admits it. I'm sticking with him for life!]
Song Huan paused for a moment as she listened to the long string of muttered thoughts in her mind.
Lin Yue walked beside him, humming a song.
Her singing voice was very melodious, like that of a lark.
The streetlights cast the shadows of the two people on the ground, one tall and one short, very close together.
……
The next morning, Song Huan stood in the corridor of the administration building.
He straightened his collar and adjusted his expression as he faced the glass window at the end of the corridor.
Change the message from "I know where the USB drive is" to "I know nothing".
Then he walked to the door of Chen Xiuyuan's office and knocked.
"Come in."
He pushed open the door.
Chen Xiuyuan was sitting behind his desk, looking at a document.
A cup of strong tea, its color so dark it was almost black, sat on the table.
Xiao Le isn't here; she's probably been sent to kindergarten.
Song Huan stood in front of the desk with an expression that said, "Sorry to bother you."
"Principal Chen, I'd like to ask if you've seen a black USB drive in your office? It has a sticky note on it. I might have left it here when I came here yesterday."
Chen Xiuyuan put down the documents.
He looked at Song Huan for two seconds.
Then I opened the drawer and took out a USB flash drive.
It's black, with a sticky note that says "Food Delivery Platform Solution".
He placed the USB drive on the table.
Is this it?
Song Huan's face showed an expression of "finally found it".
"Yes, that's it."
He stretched out his hand.
Chen Xiuyuan did not push the USB drive over.
His hand rested on the USB drive, and he tapped it lightly with his fingers. "Xiao Le found it. She said you were scolded by Professor Zhou and were very sad. The USB drive fell on the ground."
Song Huan's expression froze for a moment.
Chen Xiuyuan looked at him. "I've already seen it."
Song Huan withdrew her hand.
He stood there, his expression shifting from "finally found it" to a perfectly measured unease.
"Principal Chen, that project... is not quite mature yet. Professor Zhou is right, college students should still focus on their studies."
Chen Xiuyuan leaned back in his chair, looking at him. "I've reviewed the project. The market analysis is solid, and the business model is clear. For a freshman to come up with such a plan for a cross-university collaboration is quite remarkable."
He paused for a moment, then added, "But Professor Zhou refused; he must have his reasons."
Song Huan lowered her head, appearing humble and receptive to instruction.
Chen Xiuyuan looked at him, remained silent for a few seconds, and then spoke.
"Is your project a joint project with the University of Tokyo?"
Song Huan looked up and nodded. "Yes, I know someone at the Dongda Business School who is helping me contact professors there."
Chen Xiuyuan's brow twitched slightly.
He picked up his teacup and took a sip.
The tea had gone cold, so he put down the cup.
[This kid looks ordinary, but he's already got his hands on a job at Tokyo University.]
[Zhou Qing may be old-fashioned, but his academic insight is not bad. His rejection of this project wasn't because it was bad, but probably because he had a national-level research project on hand and couldn't afford to deal with it.]
[But it's different at the business school. They're short of projects. Wang Jianye was complaining to me last week that he wouldn't meet this year's innovation and entrepreneurship targets.]
Song Huan's ears perked up.
Chen Xiuyuan put down the teacup.
"I suggest you take this project to Associate Professor Wang Jianye of the Business School, the vice dean of the Business School. He is short of projects and is easier to talk to than Zhou Qing."
A perfectly timed look of surprise appeared on Song Huan's face.
"President Chen, you are the dean of the School of Science and Engineering. Would you allow me to submit my project to the Business School?"
Chen Xiuyuan looked at him, his tone very flat.
"Whether a project can be successfully completed is more important than which college it belongs to."
[If a vice principal doesn't even have this much vision, then they shouldn't be in this position.]
[Furthermore, this project is an inter-university collaboration. The University of Tokyo has a business school on the other side, and if Nanjing University also has a business school, the collaboration would be smoother.]
[As for the engineering college, they'll still provide technical support.]
Upon hearing this, Song Huan's expression changed from surprise to solemnity.
"President Chen, please rest assured. Although this project is affiliated with the Business School, the technical aspects will definitely be handled by the School of Science and Engineering. I'm from the Computer Science Department, and the team I've assembled is also from the Computer Science Department. If the project succeeds, the School of Science and Engineering will certainly receive half the credit."
Chen Xiuyuan looked at him for several seconds, then nodded.
"Go ahead, I'll put in a good word with Wang Jianye."
Song Huan bowed slightly. "Thank you, Principal Chen."
He picked up the USB drive on the table, turned around, and walked out of the office.
He held the USB drive tightly in his hand.
Wang Jianye, Vice Dean of the Business School, is short of projects and is easy to talk to.
With Chen Xiuyuan personally making the arrangements, this deal is in the bag.
……
After leaving the administration building, Song Huan did not go straight back to her dormitory.
He turned into the small shop next to the cafeteria and walked around the shelves.
Two lollipops, strawberry flavored, the kind Xiao Le ate last time.
I took a bag of bear-shaped gummies. I also took two boxes of hazelnut-filled chocolates.
Potato chips, shrimp crackers, and small biscuits were put into the basket one by one.
Finally, carrying a bag full of snacks, I returned to the administration building.
When I pushed open the door to Chen Xiuyuan's office, Chen Xiuyuan was standing by the window with a teacup in his hand.
He turned his head and saw Song Huan, and then saw that he was holding a bulging bag in his hand, and frowned slightly.
The expression on his face changed from "Why are you here again?" to a professional, offended seriousness.
That kind of vigilance that a vice principal has when faced with gifts from students.
Song Huan didn't give him a chance to speak.
He placed the bag of snacks on the coffee table by the door, bent down slightly, and said, "Principal Chen, these are snacks for Xiao Le. I promised her this when I took her out to play last time, so please accept them."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out quickly.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor, growing fainter and fainter.
Chen Xiuyuan stood by the window, still holding that cup of strong tea in his hand.
He looked at the bag of snacks on the coffee table. A lollipop peeked out from the bag; it was strawberry flavored, Xiao Le's favorite kind.
Gummy candies, chocolates, and shrimp chips are all things that kids love to eat.
He walked over, bent down, and picked up the bag of snacks.
heavy.
His lips twitched, and then he smiled.
That kid is incredibly cunning.
They only give gifts to children; refusing to accept them is disrespectful to Xiao Le.
I accepted it, but it wasn't anything particularly valuable, so it didn't qualify as a "gift".
He carried the bag of snacks, walked back behind his desk, and sat down.
I put the bag down at my feet, then picked up the landline and dialed a number.
The phone rang twice, then I answered it.
"Hey, Lao Wang. Oh, I have a student here who did a project, a cross-university collaboration with Southeast University. I've looked at the proposal, it's pretty good. When are you free, have him come over and talk to you?"