Ge Li gritted his teeth secretly.
However, Chrissy was completely unaware of the sudden bad mood of the girl next to her. Not only was there no joy in her tone, but it was full of unspeakable annoyance.
"Always making meeting the needs of another person the focus of your life is actually very hard and unfair for everyone."
She whispered as if talking to herself. "In my opinion, those moments of mutual connection and memories full of happiness, are he really... not forcing himself? Or is it that, regardless of whether he is actually happy or not, he is just used to it?"
An inexplicable sour and subtle feeling emerged in Geli's heart.
People who always give in to the other party even if they are not happy—aren’t they talking about themselves?
Why is it that the person who can detect such subtle things so carefully and say what he wants to hear so accurately is not him, but the person he hates the most, Chris?
Geli shook his head and suppressed those messy thoughts.
Sensing Ge Li's sudden movement, Chris glanced at her suspiciously.
Although I knew I should change the topic at this time, I didn't know why I couldn't say it. Song Li fiddled with her gauze skirt unnaturally.
'As expected of my old enemy. As expected, he has a keen sense of smell and clever methods, making him difficult to deal with. Ge Li was alert in his heart.
Chris always felt that today's singing ceremony was weird.
"You...do you have something you want to say to me?"
"No."
The answer was too quick and decisive, making Chris wonder if she should pretend to believe it.
Backstage in the academy auditorium.
The members of the various program crews who were about to go on stage were busy making preparations. Wayne, his senior sister Olive, and Lawrence were in charge of the arrangements.
All the content that needs to be coordinated has been taken care of in advance, and the first two rehearsals went very smoothly. The three of them stayed backstage just to make sure nothing went wrong.
"By the way, I just met Chairman Harold and Miss Beatrice outside." Olive said with interest. "The chairman looks very happy."
Wayne understood and smiled meaningfully. "That Miss Beatrice has been with the Chairman for a long time, right?"
"Yes, more than ten years."
As the founder of the Qingxi Academy Student Union and a former outstanding graduate, Olive and Beatrice have had many contacts over the years, and it can be said that the two parties are quite familiar with each other.
When talking about the past, Olive couldn't help complaining about a series of incidents that Beatrice helped resolve, and finally commented: "After so many years, if she hadn't handled the president's official duties conscientiously every day, I'm afraid the school would be in trouble. Many things cannot function at all.”
After hearing the conversation between the two, Lawrence also came over.
"Speaking of which, the chairman's wife died of illness a long time ago. Many people originally wanted to introduce him to a new wife. But the chairman privately rejected the kindness of all the introducers, claiming that he could not forget his deceased wife, including me. Father." He sighed, "As time goes by, no one will mention this matter anymore."
Is there even such a thing? Wayne carefully recalled Harold's daily behavior and didn't feel that he was obsessed with past relationships.
Suddenly something dawned on him.
Perhaps because of this, Beatrice worked so hard to prove her worth around Harold.
——Whenever you have expectations for someone in your heart, it is not easy to let go.
Principal Harold, who didn't know he was being arranged, was feeling very relaxed and happy at the moment.
Perhaps it’s because from the moment he entered the room to when he sat down, teachers and students of all kinds who looked familiar to him kept saying hello to him?
Today, he was wearing a rose-red tie and a silver brooch set with turquoise gems on his collar. He smiled and responded to everyone's "Happy Teacher's Day" along the way.
When he finally sat down, Harold felt relieved.
One breath.
"I always feel like I'm back when I was still studying in the academy." He couldn't help but sigh. "At that time, I often took my junior brother to participate in various activities. He often disliked me for disturbing his invention time... "
At this point, Harold paused.
Just before he was about to give up the topic, Beatrice's very soft voice came: "But now it seems to be the other way around. Professor Conley often travels around participating in various invitations and activities for funds, but you spend all day Stay in the office and don’t want to go out.”
Harold smiled faintly.
"If you want to realize that guy's fantastic ideas, financial support is essential, and it's a good thing that he was able to find a few people who were willing to sponsor him for a long time."
"Aren't you one of them?" Beatrice tilted her head and looked at him.
"...Uh, that seems to be it."
For some reason, Harold suddenly felt that the indoor temperature was a little too high.
Beatrice didn't seem to notice his slight unnaturalness, and continued to ask curiously: "You rarely talk about your experiences as a student. You must have had many interesting things happen, right?".q.
"That was all in my youth." He didn't want to talk more.
The close distance forced Harold to notice that Beatrice had put on very elaborate makeup.
Completely different from usual.
Today, Miss Beatrice seems to be particularly curious about knowledge. Her delicate and bright red lips are open and closed. She pesters her with a coquettish voice: "You are also very young now, Chairman~ Just tell me. Well~"
Harold's whole body trembled when he heard it, and he felt a layer of fine knots appear on his arms under the cuffs.
"Ahem...I'm going to use the toilet."
Using a weak excuse to temporarily avoid the unbearable situation, Harold came to the bathroom and casually grabbed a handful of cold water and wiped his face.
In fact, he didn't notice something.
Always attentive to his needs immediately and always bringing energetic laughter around him. Beatrice would never do anything to disappoint her and was always satisfactory in every aspect, perfectly matching his ideal of the best assistant.
However, maybe it’s just because I’m so satisfied. The right sense of distance now made him not want any other changes.
Looking blankly at his no longer young appearance in the mirror, he let out a long sigh.
After tidying up, Harold prepared to leave the bathroom. But the steps under his feet suddenly hesitated for a second.
In the mirror, he saw a fallen wallet lying at the door of the closed compartment at the far end.
"Who was so careless?" Harold reminded: "That friend inside, did you drop your wallet at the door?"
There was silence in the empty toilet for a moment, and then a slightly panicked reply came: "Ah... maybe, I will pick it up when I come out."
