Liao Jingchen's head buzzed.
Chen Yina's phone automatically turned off the screen soon, and he subconsciously swiped his fingertips to wake up the screen. The transfer information was not dazzling, the message banner was still mixed in with the advertisement notifications of many apps, which was very dazzling.
Liao Jingchen moved his fingers again, and the lock screen password disk appeared on his phone.
[Touch ID or enter password]
The education he received since childhood did not allow Liao Jingchen to pry into other people's privacy, but he couldn't care less now, and quickly pressed the nine-square grid of numbers with his thumb.
Chen Yina’s birthday?
wrong.
Her boyfriend Qi Wan's birthday?
Not right either.
The anniversary of their relationship?
The phone is turned on.
Liao Jingchen clicked on the transfer prompt and jumped to Chen Yina's payment application.
…
[Ena Chen]: Hello uncle, everything is going well for the president recently. He has organized a big project for the External Relations Department, followed up on the garden activities held by the Association of Societies, and drafted three plans for academic competitions and campus charity activities. When he participated in the school committee last Thursday, he also put forward two suggestions on improving the welfare and learning environment of poor students. The principal particularly recognized it, and the poor students were very grateful to him after hearing about it.
[Liao]: Liao transfers you [10000] payment point
[Liao]: Very good, thank you for your hard work.
[Ena Chen]: No, no, I am very happy to be able to follow the president and learn from him! Uncle is too kind #rose
[Liao]: You should share the burden for him in time for trivial matters.
[Ena Chen]: Got it! The president is a good leader who decides the general direction # thumb
【Liao】: Continue next week.
【Ena Chen】：Okay #bow
…
[Ena Chen]: Hello uncle, all activities are progressing as scheduled this week. The president is worthy of being a president. He has always been very steady, organized and able to take care of his studies. Today, special scholarships have begun to be distributed. He said that it will still be the same as before. Just go directly to the crowdfunding channel and donate to the school's innovation and entrepreneurship activities #茶流面# Thumbs up
[Liao]: Liao transfers money to your [8888] payment point
[Liao]: Yes, he should have this sense of responsibility.
…
[Ena Chen]: Hello uncle, there is nothing important in this report, but the president seems a little tired... I discussed with Zhang Yan and "divided" his work, and also advised him to pay more attention to rest #worry
[Liao]: Liao transfers money to your [8888] payment point
[Liao]: Next time, just use team building activities or small gifts to express your concern. You don’t have to do all the work for him.
[Ena Chen]: # bow #bow # Bow, okay, okay, I won’t make my own decisions anymore!
…
[Ena Chen]: Hello uncle, the president proposed the "Stars" plan yesterday, which advocates the management of the student union to go deep into the student body, promptly discover potential talents through interviews and surveys, and help them find a suitable stage, striving to make every student's talent unique. Waste, grow and diversify. This proposal inspired us a lot #rose
…
[Ena Chen]: Hello uncle, the "Stars" plan has been approved. The president himself has also taken the initiative to pair up with freshman Luo Mingxin and help him better integrate into Jingyue University #applause#applause
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[Ena Chen]: Hello uncle, the president’s face has been a bit bad these past two days. We prepared a small cake surprise for him at the end of the regular student union meeting, but the president seems to prefer the handwritten letters sent by everyone #Laughter, in short it can be cured It was great to meet him! #Clever
…
Week after week, line after line, the right side is a detailed routine report, and the left side is real money transfer information.
Liao Jingchen mechanically exited the application and cleared the background traces.
Chen Yina and Liao Hongjing only talked through the chat box that came with the payment software. No wonder he never found any clues on Feixun or elsewhere.
As a good friend and a good president, Liao Jingchen still put Chen Yina's cell phone into a drawer and concentrated on processing her unfinished forms.
Not long after, Chen Yina opened the door panting.
"Fortunately, I caught up!" She showed a tired smile and said as she walked over, "The president is my life-saving straw——"
Liao Jingchen shook his head with a smile, stood up and gave his seat to Chen Yina.
"Look at the form, there is still one final finishing step left. By the way, you didn't take your mobile phone with you when you went out, so I kept it in the drawer for you."
"Wow, you are a god..."
Chen Yina sighed habitually.
There was no way, there were so many outstanding and considerate deeds of Liao Jingchen that they gradually became numb.
"Is everything going well over there at the drama club?" Liao Jingchen asked casually and caringly.
"Yeah!" Chen Yina responded while proofreading the form, "President, what kind of god-level coach are you? That newcomer, Luo Mingxin, has made terrible progress!"
"But the strength of our pillars cannot be guaranteed. Ah, I'm not questioning you, President—"
"I know." Liao Jingchen said with a smile, "Is the pillar talking about Wu Xingyang?"
"That's right." Chen Yina raised her head from the form, "Wow, don't tell me, Wu Xingyang looks good with another freshman. You should know which one it is, Jiang Rong, the new beauty of the drama club this year! She is so beautiful and so suitable for the stage. If Qi Wan hadn't insisted, I would have given her the leading role!"
"No." Liao Jingchen said without hesitation.
"?" Chen Yina was stunned.
"Oh, I mean, the strength of the new students is still unknown. Although we have to give opportunities, we can't be too hasty." Liao Jingchen made up for it temporarily.
"Oh... that's for sure, I'll just say it casually!" Chen Yina nodded, "In the end, it will be decided through internal selection. Everyone competes fairly."
"Yes." Liao Jingchen told Chen Yina some other things. Like any ordinary afternoon, he calmly and elegantly handled everything and left steadily.
But just after turning the corner, the pace of those leather shoes became chaotic and rapid, full of great uneasiness.
The wheels of a private car replaced the spotless leather shoes until the driver opened the door and Liao Jingchen walked into Liao's house with him and his thoughts.
The young man's face was expressionless. He lowered his eyes. When he took off his coat, he did not forget to care about the live-in nanny and get the answer he wanted from her.
"The master and his wife are still outside. The young master should go back to his room and rest first."
Liao Jingchen nodded with a smile, spent ten minutes to cover up his behavior, then walked out of the bedroom and went to Liao Hongjing's study.
"Master?"
Through the nanny's confused look, Liao Jingchen seemed to be able to see a floating chat page.
He smiled, a fake smile.
"I'm looking for a book." Liao Jingchen said.
how? Is it possible that the youngest son of the Liao family is not qualified to go to the study to choose books?
The nanny didn't say anything, she just expressed concern out of habit, although this did not prevent her from shaking her shoulders unconsciously.
The young master seemed unhappy.
Even as a live-in nanny, it is difficult to associate "Liao Jingchen" with "bad temper".
She just thought that maybe he was in a bad mood today.
Liao Jingchen opened the door and walked into the deserted study alone.
His expression was tense. This was the first time he saw this "territory" without its owner. A sense of invasion filled him, which was quickly overwhelmed by the anticipation and fear of the truth about to come.
Liao Jingchen sat on that throne - he never imagined that he would still have this day - this seat was not very comfortable, not even comparable to his own expensive ergonomic chair, but it was a Authority, sitting on it itself represents provocation and resistance.
Start the computer.
The password is simpler than imagined, disgustingly simple.
Liao Jingchen then opened the confidential computer with his birthday as the boot password, saw the training plan centered on him, glimpsed his detailed growth record from the time he was born in his mother's womb to the present, and bumped into a photo titled "Father" "Love" network.
He found that Liao Hongjing really loved him.
Love so sincerely, deeply, and thoughtfully.
So much so that these chat records were not sharp at all and would not pierce his heart like a sharp knife.
They are more like a coat, wide, thick, and warm, but without any buttons or zippers, and there is no possibility of taking them off. You can only wear them, wear them all the time, feel the sultry heat brought by that care, and be covered in sweat by the end. , dizzy, overwhelmed by waves of suffocation.
Liao Hongjing flipped through the records of his classmates and made notes one by one. He carefully selected one of the many old classmates who had already started a family and started a business. He made sure that they were a family of three with good living conditions, noble parents, and children of the appropriate age. Then he took the initiative to approach They generously offered benefits in business cooperation and took care of every little thing in daily life. He and his old classmate became close friends after many years, and his wife and his old classmate's wife quickly developed a close friendship.
His son and the son of his old classmate naturally played together.
Time flies, the years go by, the two little boys grew up together and entered the same university. The child of the old classmate and his child did not compete on the same track, but the child's girlfriend was his child's right-hand man.
In other words, it was precisely because that girl was inextricably linked to his son that she was supported to take the position of his son's deputy.
Of course there is more than one such "lucky" person.
Students of the same class, students of the next class, teachers, college directors, deans, principals, successful alumni who "accidentally" return to school to reminisce about their student days, project managers outside the school, company CEOs, group branch heads...
Liao Jingchen, the student union president of Jingyue University, has many legendary deeds.
The most famous one is that he was asked for help by a visitor on his way back to his dormitory after class. After leading him, he discovered that the visitor was a senior who was five years apart. The senior student successfully started his own business and returned to his alma mater. The first financial reward fell on Liao Jingchen’s head because of his small act of kindness. That was a high amount of sponsorship that was unheard of in the External Relations Department.
At that time, Liao Jingchen was flattered. With shyness and excitement, he carefully prepared gifts and letters of thanks and sent them to his seniors who had returned to the company headquarters.
Now he learned that the gift and the letter lay in his father's drawer.
Judging from the traces, it seems that he has been lying there for many years.
There is even a traceless note affixed to the gift box, which is Liao Hongjing’s powerful handwriting:
You took a chance and I'm proud of you.
God puts opportunities into the hands of those who are tested, and then watches the development of the situation with a pleased smile.
So loving, so compassionate, so aloof.
[A chance encounter is quite nice, what do you think? 】
[Haha, it’s overrated. Quan Zi still has a lot of room to grow. 】
[Can you resend the gift to me if it is convenient for you? It's really funny. Yesterday, I laughed at his mother for keeping the clothes he wore when he first went on stage to receive the award. Today, he has a similar collecting habit. 】
[I hope Mr. Principal can train him more. 】
[Is he too stressed? Well, you guys can find an excuse for team building and take him out to relax. money is not a problem. 】
[It doesn’t matter, I’m glad he has excellent friends of the same age like you. 】
[That kid needs training. Lao Wang, just reject him a few times. Don’t make him too proud. 】
[Mr. Liu, of course there is no problem with what you begged me for last time. Speaking of which, my youngest son just needs an internship these days, you know what I mean? 】
[No, no, he doesn’t need that kind of extra treatment. He needs this kind of treatment. For example, on the day of the interview, the boss’s most difficult administrative assistant suddenly had a whim and secretly replaced one of the HRs...]
【Appropriate harsh treatment and just the right amount of luck. Mr. Liu, I believe you can grasp the scale of this. 】
The mouse buttons clicked and clicked, and the mouse wheel moved again and again.
The dense chat records and transfer information are like a swarm of bees that cannot be shaken off, and the tail sting of each bee is filled with the honey of love.
There was only the back of Liao Jingchen sitting on the chair in the picture.
He silently cleared away the traces and restored the contents of the drawer. He left the throne and did not even forget to bring out a flawless book before leaving the house.
So thoughtful and thorough.
Just like his father.
Liao Jingchen returned to his room half-heartedly.
He put down the book gently and did not sit down, just stood.
He still looks dignified, and his expression is expressionless, as if he is thinking about some important and key business transactions.
"who I am?"
Only the heartbeat sounded hard.
The issue emerging at this moment has appeared as early as 800 years ago - what will happen when the NPC in the game realizes that he is just an NPC controlled by the player? When the character realizes that he is just a false character constructed by the author, what will he think?
Liao Jingchen didn't know. Liao Jingchen wanted to laugh a little.
But he couldn't laugh, he just stood there blankly.
Liao Hongjing shaped everything about him.
His father provided genes, tutoring, food, clothing, housing, and social connections. He loved him so much. He gave money, time, and favors, and tried every means to make him grow up perfectly.
But if everything he has comes from Liao Hongjing,
So who is he?
Right now, cut open this body dripping with blood, cut out the soul of the so-called "Liao Jingchen" and throw it into an inconspicuous corner, and then grab a soul that doesn't know where it came from and where it's going, and stuff it into this body. , then can "it" also be "Liao Jingchen"?
After all, Liao Hongjing has already taken charge of everything, right?
It’s completely possible to change the core, isn’t it?
There is no sensational music, no shocking close-up shots, just Liao Jingchen standing quietly at the table.
The light outside the window flickers on and off.
The shadow is like a comic storyboard line, sometimes lingering on Liao Jingchen's eyebrows, sometimes on the corners of Liao Jingchen's mouth.
This handsome young man is falling apart.
The heartbeat that sounded like explanation and questioning continued to sound.
I don’t know how long it took, but the scene suddenly turned from extremely still to extremely dynamic.
Liao Jingchen's hands eagerly opened the drawer and grabbed a bracelet from a pile of notes and notes about theatrical performances.
It turned into glasses, suppressing those thin and neglected bangs, covering the upper half of Liao Jingchen's face.
White light flooded through.
"Rong Rong", who was sitting on the ground hugging his knees, caught a glimpse of the blooming brilliance. His eyes widened in surprise and he turned around and ran away without hesitation.
"Master!"
The wind suddenly picked up, blowing the cherry blossom trees.
"RongRong" suddenly stopped and held his breath.
She raised her face blankly, her hair fluttering in the wind. Not far away, the black goat peeled off its animal mask, and cherry petals fell one after another, crossing the decadent and trembling eyelids, stirring up two broken eyes.
The setting sun sheds blood, the still water thunders. What filled those eyes at this time was tearing pain, empty confusion, completely exposed vulnerability, and an extremely subtle prayer for "alive".
"Jingchen" and "Rongrong" looked at each other.
He said nothing.
There is only one pair of eyes saying:
"help me."
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(End of chapter)
