College students love to stay up late, and it’s the same in every generation.

However, later I used Weibo and WeChat Moments, and now I can only use QQ Space. Soon many people left messages on Xu Yue’s blog.

Zeng Yilin, Class of 2006 Biology: Wow, Xu, do you have a boyfriend?

Xu Yue didn't admit it but didn't deny it either. She just replied with a [smiley emoticon].

Xiang Yong from the 2007 Mechanical Engineering Class: If you have the chance, bring it out and let us meet our big brother.

Xu Yue still refused to admit or deny, but still replied with a [smiley emoticon].

2005 German Shang Dong Ling: Boyfriend? Yu Wei, Ding Chuang, Le Zhengquan, or a new boyfriend?

Xu Yue immediately deleted the comment.

So Huang Baihan didn't see it, and he was thinking about how to reply.

After thinking about it for a long time, I found that Xu Yue always replied with [smiling face emoticon], so Huang Baihan also posted a [smiling face emoticon] comment.

Not surprisingly, Xu Yue responded to him in this way.

"Actually, you can treat me a little differently."

Huang Baihan thought to himself, after all, Xu Yue sent this log to him specifically.

But now the lights are off in the dormitory, and the screen resolution of the Haier mobile phone is also very average. In the dark environment, if you don't look closely at these two smiling faces, they will look like red-nosed clowns.

"Bah, bah, bah, why would you think that? It's really unlucky!"

As soon as Huang Baihan had this idea, he shook his head violently and interrupted. Then he confidently sent a private message to Xu Yue, "Let me just say that the red dress suits you very well."

Xu Yue did not respond.

Even after waiting for more than twenty minutes, Xu Yue still didn't respond.

"Maybe I'm still trying on clothes."

Huang Baihan comforted himself in this way.

Before going to bed, he sent Xu Yue another message, "Good night, Senior Xu, I'm going to bed."

"Why are you so cold again? Did I do something wrong just now?"

Huang Baihan's excitement just now was instantly replaced by anxiety.

It wasn't until Xu Yue replied "Good night, sweet dreams" that Huang Baihan felt relieved.

Huang Baihan's mood this night was a bit like riding a roller coaster, but the driver of the roller coaster was Xu Yue.

She might not have put much thought into it, or even just a thought could crush the innocent man to death.

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When I woke up, it was a sunny day again.

There were quite a lot of things on the agenda this Sunday. He originally wanted to go to Guangmei first, and then go to make up lessons with Yu Baobao.

However, Yu Xian felt sorry for her boyfriend and didn't want Chen Zhu to make an extra trip. She just asked him to meet at the makeup class address before 10 o'clock.

Chen Zhu simply went to the office in Science and Technology Valley first to see what was missing there.

Slowly configuring an originally empty office feels like slowly turning a bronze into gold and platinum. Although it consumes energy, it still gives a sense of accomplishment.

Especially the weather has been good these two days. Passing by the artificial lake in the Science and Technology Valley, I saw the rising sun spreading its brilliance onto the lake. The breeze picked up and the small waves jumped, as if stirring up broken gold all over the ground.

Arriving at the door of the 311 office, Chen Zhu unexpectedly discovered that Song Qing had arrived before him.

She stood in the corridor waiting alone without a key. Her thin little body did not feel as strong as the tall palm branches.

"Mr. Chen, good morning!"

But she was really energetic and greeted Chen Zhu loudly when she saw him from a distance.

Probably only a 22-year-old girl with this kind of spiritual power can silently support her younger brothers and sisters in their studies, take care of her seriously ill mother without clothes, and take care of the funeral alone.

"Why didn't you contact Fang Qing when you arrived first?"

Chen Zhu said with a smile on his face: "She came here quickly from school."

"It's rare for them to have a weekend where they can go to bed early, so I don't want to disturb them. When I was in elementary school, I would stay in bed very late and get up late on weekends!"

Song Qing found a suitable reason.

Chen Zhu continued to keep a smile on his face, but he felt a little sad in his heart.

One of her most beautiful memories is when she was in elementary school, which shows that her life has been really hard these years.

After opening the office door, Song Qing did not expect that the new computer would be assembled overnight. She carefully touched the brand-new computer screen and keyboard, her eyes flashing with surprise and determination.

It's like a military commander who saw a weapon in hand.

"Mr. Chen..."

Song Qing was just about to raise her head and say something when she suddenly realized that Chen Zhu was missing.

Chen Zhu came back 10 minutes later, carrying two bags of breakfast.

"You probably haven't had breakfast either."

Chen Zhu placed a bag of steamed buns and soy milk on Song Qing's table.

Song Qing subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Chen Zhu sighed and said, "Eat, don't be polite. I guess you haven't had breakfast for a long time in order to save money for your younger brothers and sisters back home to study."

"I……"

Song Qing suddenly raised her head. She didn't know why the young college student in front of her could guess it.

"It's better to rest your stomach before coming to work from now on."

Chen Zhu said gently: "Otherwise, if my mother recommends you here, if I don't make arrangements, she will nag me when I get home."

"Doctor Mao, you are..."

Song Qing looked at Chen Zhu in surprise. When Mao Xiaoqin introduced her work yesterday, she did not specifically point out Chen Zhu's identity.

"My mother."

Chen Zhu nodded and admitted, then pointed at the breakfast and said: "Eat quickly, don't let it get cold. But the breakfast in the Science and Technology Valley canteen is a bit expensive. I will get you a meal card from CUHK in two days. Our school breakfast is still

Okay, two yuan is enough for you..."

Chen Zhu said with a slightly joking tone, of course it was easy and simple for him to get a meal card.

Song Qing gently picked up a steamed bun and took a bite. The feeling of pork and sesame oil filling her lips and teeth was something she had not experienced in mornings for many years.

Song Qing's nose suddenly became sore. In fact, she was a very strong girl. Even if her mother passed away, she still endured it until the funeral arrangements were taken care of, and then she ran to an open place and cried loudly.

But just today, Song Qing, who rarely felt the warmth of human affection, seemed like God couldn't stand it anymore, so she met Mao Xiaoqin and Chen Zhu.

"Dr. Mao's family are all good people."

Song Qing gnawed on the meat buns and said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

In fact, Chen Zhu is already a little unfamiliar with the evaluation of "good people".

However, he was very happy that someone praised his parents, and he also said: "My mother is indeed a good person, and my father is not bad. After all, I have been educated by the party for many years..."

While he was talking, Zhang Guangfeng also came. When he saw his boss and Song Qing arriving, a trace of guilt flashed across his face.

He thought he was late, so he put down his bag, turned on the computer and started working.

"It seems that the company's work and rest system is coming out."

Chen Zhu thought to himself that after all, it was now an official company, even though it had only been in operation for less than a week.

After a while, Zeng Kun and Xia Huilan also came over.

It seemed that Teacher Xia had quarreled with someone before going out, with an angry expression almost hanging on his face.

"Do middle-aged and elderly couples also quarrel?"

Chen Zhu murmured in his heart that he would not care about these trivial family matters, but only asked Lao Zeng to create a few more customer service "duck duck" clones.

Just like the main phone and the bedroom extension, each employee can bind a YaYa customer service clone after logging in to their account.

This matter was not difficult. Zeng Kun immediately agreed. Chen Zhu saw that it was almost time and went to the place where he was making up lessons to meet Yu Xian.

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The client who chose Yu Xian is a teacher's family. Both parents are teachers at the Xinghai Music Middle School. However, the daughter has no interest in music, but particularly likes painting.

It's already the beginning of December, and it's almost time for the joint art exam. My parents want to find an art student who has taken the joint exam in the previous year and invite them to their home to talk about things to note and how to adjust their mentality.

Yu Xian didn't hide it. Although she only bought two lessons, she taught seriously for three hours.

That senior high school girl named "Luo Qinfei" almost regarded Yu Xian as her idol. She looked at her with stars in her eyes, and worked with her parents to persuade Yu Xian to have dinner at home at noon.

"No."

Yu Xian smiled sweetly: "My boyfriend is waiting for me outside. I will eat with him."

"Oh~"

Luo Qinfei suddenly realized: "Teacher Yu occasionally replies to two messages during class. Are you worried that your boyfriend is worried outside?"
To be continued...