Chapter 606: The You of the Past

Listening to the "White Moonlight's" light yet lethal words, and looking at the instantly stiff School Beauty Shen opposite, Tang Song couldn't help but find it somewhat funny.

This three-person dinner was actually initiated by Liu Liu Qingning.

Tang Song naturally knew her purpose clearly.

Liu Liu Qingning had always been very concerned about other women around him.

He could clearly feel that this time meeting in his hometown, she seemed to have untied some knots and had begun to try to accept this complex relationship.

Otherwise, she would never have worn a school uniform to satisfy his various excessive "bad tastes."

Now, her taking the initiative to "suppress" Shen Shen Yuyan was more of a venting of the dissatisfaction and grievances that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time.

After all, regarding Wen Wen Ruan, because of her status as his "official girlfriend," it was not easy for Liu Liu Qingning to do anything.

But this young and sexy special assistant, Shen Shen Yuyan, unfortunately became the best target.

Just at this moment, Shen Shen Yuyan's gaze looked at him again, carrying shock and doubt.

Tang Song nodded lightly to her in a soothing manner. "That's right, Liu Qingning is indeed the General Manager of [Qingmi AI], and also one of the main people in charge of the software application layer for this [Xuanji Light World] project. You two should add each other as friends; you will likely need to contact each other frequently for work in the future."

Currently, Shen Shen Yuyan was mainly responsible for helping him handle external investments, and other work, including core projects like Xuanji Light World, was relayed by Lin Lin Muxue.

So Shen Shen Yuyan was not clear about the specific person in charge and details.

However, now that Xiao Xue was far away in London, and the "White Moonlight" wanted to show her presence, then School Beauty Shen could only be wronged.

Shen Shen Yuyan subconsciously licked her dry lips, her voice stiff. "O-okay. I didn't expect—Liu Qingning, you are actually so amazing, you really scared me."

As she spoke, she picked up her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she scanned Liu Liu Qingning's QR code and sent a friend request.

Liu Liu Qingning's existence really gave her an unprecedented, almost destructive shock.

As a peer, excluding the pervert Tang Song, she had never met someone so "excellent."

It couldn't even be described as simply "excellent"; she was absolutely a favored child of heaven.

You have to know, that's [Qingmi AI] and [Xuanji Light World]!

One was a unicorn at the software level that had already changed the way of life for countless people, with over 100 million users;

The other was a quasi-unicorn at the hardware level that was about to define the future.

And the core person in charge of these two massive projects was actually this girl of the same age as her.

Shen Shen Yuyan had always been confident, even conceited about her ability and means.

But compared to the other party, her own entrepreneurial experience and so-called "special assistant" title that she was proud of—

were simply like children playing house.

Looking at Liu Liu Qingning opposite, recalling Tang Song's attitude towards her.

A thought uncontrollably popped up from the bottom of Shen Shen Yuyan's heart.

Could it be—she is Tang Song's "official palace"?

Liu Liu Qingning on the side lowered her head and slid the screen, as if casually flipping through Shen Shen Yuyan's Moments.

After a while.

She suddenly raised her head and asked: "By the way, Shen Yuyan, which university did you graduate from?"

Shen Shen Yuyan's body straightened subconsciously, and she blurted out: "Yancheng University of Technology."

"Oh, as expected!" Liu Liu Qingning put down her phone, looked straight at her, and smiled. "I was wondering why you looked so familiar. If I remember correctly, you were very famous at Yancheng University of Technology during college, right? Seemed to be... the school beauty? Truly excellent."

Shen Shen Yuyan bit her lip. "It was just the alumni messing around, not to be taken seriously."

"Heh, I think you are worthy of the name. So beautiful and excellent, no wonder Tang Song recruited you as a special assistant." Liu Liu Qingning said, turning her gaze to Tang Song opposite, her clear eyes flashing with curiosity. "Right?"

The embarrassment on Tang Song's face flashed and disappeared, and he said calmly: "Shen Yuyan's ability is indeed very outstanding, with work experience as a P&G HR,

and she has also successfully started a business independently. In terms of human resources and project management, she can help me handle a lot of complex work."

Only then did he realize that the "White Moonlight" had probably recognized who she was from the moment she saw Shen Shen Yuyan's work photo.

But this was normal.

During college, Shen Shen Yuyan was indeed too famous.

On various social platforms like Douyin and Tieba, as long as you searched for "Yancheng University of Technology," you could find photos or discussions about her eight or nine times out of ten.

With the "White Moonlight's" feelings and attention towards him, how could she not know the school he attended at all?

Let alone Shen Shen Yuyan, even the names and appearances of those roommates he had the best relationship with back then, she knew clearly. It was just that later, with the busyness of the entrepreneurship competition, she became negligent.

Now that the two had completely reconciled, she would naturally become vigilant again.

This instead gave Tang Song a headache.

After all, he had too many little secrets here; just those wings, if they were really all exposed, he estimated the "White Moonlight" would explode on the spot.

It seemed he still had to hide it, and let School Beauty Shen absorb the firepower in front.

It just so happened that the growth plan task [3 Capital Hunter] was about to be completed, and at that time, he would definitely have to arrange new work for Shen Shen Yuyan.

The atmosphere of the dinner that followed became somewhat strange.

In the seemingly gentle and intimate chat, Shen Shen Yuyan was again stimulated by Liu Liu Qingning.

Tang Song's childhood sweetheart, high school "White Moonlight," top student in the AI field at Imperial Capital University, successful AI+ education entrepreneur, entered Liu Qingning Technology with Tang Song's support, and was in charge of core projects—this glittering resume was impeccable.

Shen Shen Yuyan only felt that her heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were all aching faintly.

She never expected that there was such an excellent "true destiny" hidden around Tang Song!

That resume, plus the invincible identity attribute of "White Moonlight," was simply a dimensionality reduction strike.

Poor Big Fool Qing was still complacent about her "short drama screenwriting career," not knowing that the other party's "official palace" had already killed into the core of the highest power. Those little tips she originally thought of to close the distance, and the "combo skill" with her best friend Xu Qing to gain Tang Song's love, or even counterattack—

were all somewhat self-righteous.

Just as she was surging with emotion and feeling frustrated.

Under the table, her leg wrapped in silky pants was suddenly touched lightly.

Immediately after, the other party began to rub back and forth on the sensitive inner side of her lower leg unhurriedly.

Shen Shen Yuyan's breathing became rapid instantly, and her body trembled violently.

Raising her head, she happened to meet Tang Song's gentle and deep eyes.

A feeling that could not be described in words hit her heart.

Shen Shen Yuyan's throat moved, and a blush gradually rose on her face.

Is this reminding me?

Or is it soothing me?

He still cares about my feelings.

8 PM.

The black Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped downstairs at Liu Liu Qingning's apartment building.

The two got out of the car.

"Goodbye, rest early tonight, there's still a lot to be busy with tomorrow." Tang Song tidied up the collar that had been blown messy by the wind for her, his voice gentle.

Liu Liu Qingning said a soft "Hmm," standing in the cool night wind, and tucked the hair at her temples.

Her gaze swept over the blurry figure of Shen Shen Yuyan in the passenger seat.

She stood on tiptoe and kissed Tang Song's lips heavily.

When she left, her breath was somewhat unstable, but she still whispered in his ear in a voice only the two of them could hear: "You should also pay attention to rest tonight, don't run around, I'm going back to Shencheng soon."

After speaking, Liu Liu Qingning looked at him deeply and turned to walk into the stairwell.

That high-tied ponytail jumped left and right in the night wind, looking exactly like her wavering heart at this moment.

After her figure completely disappeared, Tang Song returned to the car.

Inside the car, the unique scent of Liu Liu Qingning still lingered.

Shen Shen Yuyan turned slightly to the side and asked softly: "Chairman Tang, where are we going next?"

Tang Song pondered for a moment and said: "Go directly to the Zhende Hotel."

Shen Shen Yuyan was going to stay in Jingxian County tonight, and tomorrow she had to accompany him to negotiate with Mayor Li, so staying at the school anniversary reception hotel was naturally the most convenient.

And he really didn't have any place suitable for talking about work in Jingxian County.

"Hmm, okay." Shen Shen Yuyan responded softly, but her heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably.

The word "hotel," for the two of them, was always full of infinite imaginative space.

The Rolls-Royce started again, and ten minutes later, it stopped at the hotel's drop-off area.

The two walked into the brightly lit lobby one after another.

Shen Shen Yuyan handled the check-in procedures skillfully and got the room card.

She brought Tang Song into the luxury business suite on the 10th floor.

The room area was quite large, and besides the comfortable sleeping area, there was also a small office area cleverly separated, with an exquisite solid wood desk and chair.

Shen Shen Yuyan took off the cashmere coat on her body, wearing only the silk shirt and pencil skirt inside, revealing her graceful and tempting body curves.

"Chairman Tang, you sit first, I'll pour you a glass of water."

Tang Song nodded, but did not sit down, instead walking to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the First High School campus directly opposite.

At night, most areas of the First High School campus had fallen into darkness, with only a few streetlights in the main teaching building and playground still on, outlining a quiet and solemn silhouette.

Tomorrow was the 50th anniversary of the school, and the original plan was disrupted, with the Mayor of Quancheng arriving in person, which also doomed him not to be low-key.

Soon, Shen Shen Yuyan brought over a glass of warm white water.

Tang Song took it, blew the heat lightly, and took a sip.

Shen Shen Yuyan opened her suitcase, took out her laptop, sat at the desk, and opened the files she had already organized.

After a while, she turned around, her voice soft: "Chairman Tang, I'm ready here."

Tang Song said "Hmm" and sat down in the chair next to her.

The distance between the two was very close, close enough to smell the different scents on each other.

Shen Shen Yuyan looked at Tang Song's handsome profile under the light, took a deep breath, and began to report all the details of the docking with the municipal government today in detail.

(In detail.)

Her voice was soft and professional, like a clear spring flowing slowly in the quiet room.

The center of gravity of her body, however, leaned towards Tang Song bit by bit uncontrollably.

Her round and tight thighs wrapped in silk stockings touched his suit pants lightly, as if there was nothing there.

In the air, an ambiguous atmosphere grew quietly, and the temperature seemed to be rising step by step.

Tang Song appeared very calm, only occasionally looking at her, his eyes deep, showing not too much emotion.

Finally, when she finished reporting the last point, the room fell into a brief silence.

Shen Shen Yuyan raised her head, and a layer of moving water vapor floated in her bright eyes.

"Chairman Tang, the work has all been reported." She paused, and continued in a tone that was half-joking and half-serious, "Do you see if there are any other aspects that need me to report in depth?"

Tang Song looked at her pretty face close at hand, and her long eyelashes trembling slightly because of nervousness, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"You did a great job, let's leave it at that for today. You are also very tired, rest early, there is still a hard battle to fight tomorrow."

Shen Shen Yuyan's heart, which was full of expectations, sank instantly.

However, she didn't dare to say anything more, and could only stand up as well, squeezing a proper smile on her face: "Okay, Chairman Tang. Then I will contact Liu Jiayi early tomorrow morning and go to your house to pick you up."

"Hmm."

Tang Song picked up the coat hanging on the back of the chair and walked towards the door.

Shen Shen Yuyan looked at Tang Song's figure, took a deep breath, and followed him out.

She had originally thought that some breakthrough progress could happen tonight, but she didn't expect that the appearance of Liu Liu Qingning would disrupt all her rhythm.

She didn't dare to play any more active attack tricks, fearing that it would be counterproductive.

But Tang Song's attitude towards her was that kind of aloofness. Just at this moment, Tang Song suddenly turned around, and his slender, large hand landed on her waist without warning.

Shen Shen Yuyan's body stiffened, her back straightened, and her towering chest stretched the silk shirt tightly.

Tang Song looked at her eyes full of panic and expectation, and smiled.

His palm slid slowly down her slender waistline, and finally landed on her perky, round buttocks wrapped in a pencil skirt, and he exerted a little force. Even through the thick fabric, he could still clearly feel the amazing elasticity and tight touch.

"Bye-bye, no need to see me off, Shirley."

After speaking, he let go and turned to leave.

Leaving Shen Shen Yuyan standing alone at the door.

A flush gradually rose on her face, and a wave of numbness and itching shivers surged deep in her body.

It did not subside for a long time.

Every time she thought the other party had no feelings for her, he would take the initiative to tease; and when she gathered the courage to want to go further,

he would retreat to a safe distance.

The Tang Song in front of her was exactly like a PUA master who knew best how to play with people's hearts.

Making her anxious about gains and losses, and scratching her heart and liver.

"Ding—" The elevator door opened slowly in the lobby on the first floor.

Tang Song stepped out.

Instantly attracting one after another scorching gazes.

Even though he was wearing ordinary winter clothes, because of his extremely outstanding appearance and temperament, he was still exceptionally eye-catching.

The corner of Tang Song's mouth carried a faint, pleasant smile, still savoring the excellent touch of School Beauty Shen just now.

After the dungeon [Shen Shen Yuyan's Whispers], he knew the personality of School Beauty Shen like the back of his hand.

In some aspects, she was like Lin Lin Muxue; once she gained a little power and superiority, she easily "floated."

And she had a lot of little schemes.

Although he didn't dislike it, he still had to beat and beat this proud female assistant.

He raised his wrist to check the time, it was exactly 9 o'clock.

Just about to walk towards the gate.

A female voice with some hesitation and uncertainty suddenly came to his ear: "...Tang... Tang Song?"

The voice was somewhat familiar.

Tang Song raised his eyebrows, subconsciously looked up, and looked towards the front left.

In a corner of the lobby lounge, a girl of similar age to him was standing there.

Carrying a large backpack that looked quite heavy, she seemed to have just finished the check-in procedures.

She had neat, medium-short hair, and a pair of gentle black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, covering part of her facial features, but it could still be seen that she was a little beauty with a good foundation.

Their eyes met.

The girl looked at him without blinking, her eyes full of shock and uncertainty, as well as a trace of joy at the reunion.

Tang Song's footsteps stopped abruptly, and a name floated up from the depths of his memory.

He blurted out: "Deng Deng Yazi?"

"It's really you!"

After getting confirmation, all the uncertainty on Deng Deng Yazi's face vanished instantly, replaced by huge surprise and excitement.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!"

Deng Deng Yazi said "Holy crap" three times in a row, barely venting the overwhelming shock in her heart.

She ran quickly to Tang Song, and like in high school, punched his arm without ceremony.

"Tang Song! I thought I saw it wrong! How did you—how did you become so—"

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and by the end, she didn't know what vocabulary to use to describe it.

The boy in front of her had a tall figure, handsome facial features, and the whole person exuded a noble and calm aura that was out of place with the lively atmosphere around him.

Facing each other at such a close distance, she could feel the charm that rushed towards her and made her heartbeat lose speed even more.

Even as a TV reporter who was used to seeing all kinds of characters, she felt her brain somewhat crashing at this moment.

Looking at the old classmate in front of him, a bright and joyful smile appeared on Tang Song's face. "Long time no see, didn't expect to meet you here."

In high school, he was sunny and cheerful, naturally not lacking in classmates and friends he played well with.

Deng Deng Yazi was one of them.

Her personality was straightforward and righteous, and she was a person who valued feelings and righteousness.

Tang Song still remembered that at the farewell dinner on the day of high school graduation, this girl who looked big-hearted cried messily, grabbing everyone's hands, saying "must keep in touch often in the future."

Later, Tang Song went to college and gradually lost contact with most of his high school classmates.

On the contrary, Deng Deng Yazi persistently maintained this friendship, and even visited him a few times at Yancheng University of Technology, and the two had always been WeChat friends.

It was just that as time passed, their life trajectories drifted apart, and contact became less and less.

In the last three years, it had almost only been likes and comments on Moments, or holiday blessings.

The day Tang Song got the system was when he saw the high school graduation photo she shared on Moments, and he was deeply moved. (Chapter 1) Deng Deng Yazi took a few deep breaths, seemingly finally recovering from the shock. "I have to admit, I was really amazed by you, kid, no wonder you don't post photos on Moments."

"Heh, I've always been very busy, you know, and I don't like posting on Moments."

"Really, clearly the little Song who was so lively in high school, why are you so cold now, haha. By the way, I remember you came back from the Imperial Capital, are you developing in Yancheng now?"

"Hmm, I guess so." Tang Song smiled and nodded, asking back: "What about you? How come you're here?"

Deng Deng Yazi laughed, pushed her black-rimmed glasses, and said proudly: "Sister passed the career establishment exam for Quancheng TV Station, I'm a glorious reporter comrade! This time I'm here to report on our school anniversary."

Tang Song sighed with emotion: "Really amazing, you've fulfilled your dream."

She had always liked reporting and taking photos, and was a backbone of the school broadcasting station in high school, often holding a digital camera and taking pictures everywhere. He didn't expect that she really turned her hobby into a job.

"Then you came back this time, also to attend the school anniversary?" Deng Deng Yazi then said: "Oh no, I guess it's mainly because Liu Liu Qingning is here, right?"

Tang Song smiled, which was considered a default.

Deng Deng Yazi curled her lips and muttered: "I knew it, didn't even think about seeing your old classmate me, sigh~~"

Her relationship with Liu Liu Qingning was actually average, and they hadn't been in contact for many years.

One reason was that the other party was too excellent and too far away from ordinary people like them.

The other was because Liu Liu Qingning's undisguised "possessiveness" towards Tang Song led to her always having a little bit of imperceptible small hostility towards other girls who had a good relationship with Tang Song.

This hostility was not clear, but only those who were in it could feel it.

"By the way." Deng Deng Yazi sighed with emotion, "This school anniversary is not simple, I was specifically sent to do a special report. I heard that not only are the big leaders of the city coming, but there are also several super awesome outstanding alumni, like Zhao Rui from CICC, and Li Li Yunfan, the boss of Maixiangyuan, tsk tsk, all big figures!"

Just as she was about to continue sharing "inside information," her phone rang urgently.

Deng Deng Yazi glanced at the caller ID, and the relaxation on her face disappeared instantly.

She hurriedly answered the phone, lowering her voice, "Hello, Director Liu—yes yes yes, I just arrived at the hotel... okay okay, I'll go up immediately,

I'm organizing the equipment..."

Hanging up the phone, she smiled apologetically at Tang Song, her face full of the helplessness of a corporate slave: "I originally wanted to chat with you properly, but no way, the leader is urging for the manuscript, I have to hurry upstairs to 'work overtime'."

As she spoke, she turned around in a hurry, preparing to leave.

At the moment of parting, she suddenly remembered something and stopped abruptly.

"Wait! Don't move!"

As she spoke, she pulled open her large backpack in a mess and took out a professional SLR camera from inside.

In Tang Song's somewhat stunned gaze, she raised the camera and adjusted the angle towards him.

"Click," she pressed the shutter.

Then, she hurriedly put the camera away and walked quickly to him.

Like in high school, she punched his arm hard.

"Alright, let's chat at the school anniversary tomorrow! Leaving! Keep in touch!"

The voice was still in the air, but the person had already disappeared behind the closed elevator door in a hurry.

Looking at her disappearing back, Tang Song stood in place for a while, turned and left, a wave of inexplicable emotion surging in his heart.

After 10 PM.

Yunjingtai Community.

After videoing goodnight with the "White Moonlight" and finishing a simple wash, Tang Song lay on the bed.

Just about to sleep.

"Ding-dong—" The WeChat notification sound rang.

Tang Song picked up his phone and looked at it, his expression somewhat stunned.

[Deng Deng Yazi: Image.jpg]

On it was a carefully spliced photo.

On the left, it was him in high school, wearing a blue and white school uniform, with a sunny smile, clear eyes, and still carrying a bit of youthful greenness and ignorance.

On the right, it was him just taken in the lobby, wearing a casual jacket, with a tall figure, deep eyes, and a noble and elegant temperament.

Two photos, the same person, but it seemed as if they were separated by an insurmountable river of time and space.

Tang Song looked at this picture in a daze, his heart full of mixed feelings.

Just as he was about to reply to something, Deng Deng Yazi sent another video file.

Tang Song subconsciously clicked the play button.

The video screen was somewhat shaky, and the image quality was very rough, taken with an early 5-megapixel mobile phone camera, full of the grainy feeling of that era.

In the lens, it was the noisy classroom before high school graduation.

Classmates wearing the same school uniforms were playing around.

The fan was creaking overhead, the blackboard still had the countdown board writing "Distance to college entrance exam is X days," and the walls were covered with inspirational slogans and students' graffiti—

That was the chaotic yet hopeful atmosphere unique to the high school graduation season.

The lens turned, aiming at the eighteen-year-old Tang Song who was sitting at his seat reading a book.

Deng Deng Yazi's bright voice came from off-screen: "Interviewing student Tang Song, about to rush to all corners of the country, what expectations do you have for that future self?"

Then, a mop head tied with a red cloth strip was used as a microphone, rudely barging into the frame, almost poking his face.

Tang Song in the video leaned back subconsciously, raised his hand to block it, his face showing the shyness and helplessness unique to a teenager when teased by friends, "Don't mess around, Duck, take it away."

"Say it, say it! I'm recording a segment for each of you, and after a few years, I'll send the video to you, to see if everyone has realized their dreams!"

Tang Song in the video was entangled by her and had no choice, plus the classmates next to him were egging him on, so he finally raised his head.

His eyes dodged for a moment, then slowly looked directly at the lens.

He thought about it seriously.

He swept a glance at the direction of the "White Moonlight," his clear eyes flashing with undisguised longing and light for the future.

"Hope to meet everyone at the peak, those who chase the light are destined to be radiant."

"(√1~) Pfft~~" Deng Deng Yazi's complaining voice came, "Can we say something specific, this isn't asking you to say inspirational short sentences, do it again!"

Good-natured laughter sounded next to him.

Tang Song grinned, noticing the smiling gaze cast by the "White Moonlight," and the burning passion belonging to a teenager ignited on his face.

He said loudly: "Then I hope the future me—can accomplish a great career, make big money, get rich! Haha, and then repay my hometown,

let our First High School be proud of me!"

Laughter echoed in the classroom.

The video stopped abruptly here.

But a crisp system prompt sound suddenly came to his ear:

"Ding! You have triggered the branch task [The You of the Past], please go to [Task Center] to view."

[Task Content: You heard your own voice from the past. The you of the past made a youthful and frivolous expectation in the cicada chirping of summer. Now, it has become a check in your hand that can be cashed at any time. Please lead the agenda in the meeting with Quancheng Mayor Li Li Jiping, and implement a strategic investment intention that can shake the local industrial pattern. Let this generous gift of "repaying the hometown" become the most vivid footnote to your influence.]

[Task Reward: Charm +1, Title Gift Pack*1]