Chapter 1176 "Save Me." (Two in One)

Liao Jingchen's head buzzed.

Chen Yina's phone quickly went off automatically. He subconsciously swiped his fingertips to wake up the screen. The transfer message was not a dazzle. The message banner was still mixed in with the advertising notifications of many APPs, which was very dazzling.

Liao Jingchen moved his fingers again, and the lock screen password disk appeared on the 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 didn't care now, and his thumb quickly pressed the digital nine-square grid.

Chen Yina's birthday?

No.

Her boyfriend Qi Wan's birthday?

No.

Their anniversary?

The phone turned on.

Liao Jingchen clicked on the transfer prompt and jumped to Chen Yina's payment application.

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[Ena Chen]: Hello uncle, the president has been doing well recently. He has brought a big project to the External Relations Department, followed up the garden party held by the Association of Societies, and drafted three plans for academic competitions and campus charity activities. Last Thursday, when he attended the school committee, he also proposed two suggestions on improving the welfare and learning environment of poor students. The principal particularly recognized them, and the poor students were very grateful to him after hearing about it.

[Liao]: Liao transferred [10,000] payment points to you

[Liao]: Very good, thank you for your hard work.

[Ena Chen]: No, no, I am also very happy to be able to follow the president and learn from him! Uncle is too polite # Rose

[Liao]: You should share his responsibilities for trivial matters in a timely manner.

[Ena Chen]: Got it! The president is a good leader who determines the general direction # Thumbs up

[Liao]: Continue next week

【Ena Chen】: OK # Bow

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【Ena Chen】: Hello uncle, all activities this week are progressing as planned. The president is worthy of being the president. He has always been very steady, doing things in an orderly manner and taking care of his studies. Today, the special scholarship has been issued. He said that when the time comes, he will directly donate to the school's innovation and entrepreneurship activities through crowdfunding channels as before # Tears streaming down the face # Thumbs up

【Liao】: Liao will transfer you [8888] payment points

【Liao】: Sure, he should have this sense of responsibility.

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【Ena Chen】: Hello uncle, there is nothing important to report this time, 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 # Worried

【Liao】: Liao will transfer you [8888] payment points

【Liao】: Next time, you can use team-building activities or small gifts to express your concern, and you don’t have to take on all the work for him.

【Ena Chen】: # Bow # Bow # Bow, OK, OK, I won't act on my own again!

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【Ena Chen】: Hello uncle, the president proposed the "Starry Sky" plan yesterday, advocating that the student union management should go deep into the student group, timely discover potential talents through interviews and investigations and help them find a suitable stage, and strive to make every student's talent not wasted and grow in a diversified way. This proposal has given us a lot of inspiration # Rose

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【Ena Chen】: Hello uncle, the "Starry Sky" plan has been passed, and the president himself has also personally paired up with freshman Luo Mingxin to help him better integrate into Jingyue University # Applause # Applause

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【Ena Chen】: Hello uncle, the president's face has been a little off these two days. We prepared a small cake surprise for him at the end of the student union meeting, but the president seems to prefer the handwritten letters sent by everyone # Laughing and crying, anyway, it's great to be able to heal him! # Well behaved

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Week after week, line after line, on the right is a routine report of every detail, on the left is the real money transfer information.

Liao Jingchen mechanically exited the application and cleared the background traces.

Chen Yina and Liao Hongjing only communicated through the chat box that comes with the payment software. No wonder he never found any clues in Feixun or other places.

As a good friend and a good president, Liao Jingchen still put Chen Yina's mobile phone in the drawer, and then concentrated on processing her unfinished forms.

Not long after, Chen Yina pushed the door open breathlessly.

"Fortunately, I caught up!" She showed a tired smile and said as she walked over, "President, my life-saving straw--"

Liao Jingchen smiled and shook his head, stood up and gave his seat to Chen Yina.

"Look at the form, there is still one final completion. By the way, you didn't bring your mobile phone when you went out before, so I put it in the drawer for you."

"Wow, you are a god..."

Chen Yina sighed habitually.

There was no way, Liao Jingchen's outstanding and considerate deeds were too many, so many that they gradually became numb.

"How is the drama club?" Liao Jingchen asked casually as if he was concerned.

"Yeah!" Chen Yina replied while checking the form, "President, you are a god-level coach. That newcomer, Luo Mingxin, has made terrifying progress!"

"But the strength of our pillar is not to be underestimated. Ah, I am not questioning you, President——"

"I know." Liao Jingchen smiled, "Are you talking about Wu Xingyang?"

"Yes." Chen Yina raised her head from the form, "Wow, don't tell me, Wu Xingyang and another freshman are quite a match when standing together. You should know who it is, the drama club's new beauty Jiang Rong 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 directly!"

"No." Liao Jingchen said without thinking.

"?" Chen Yina was stunned.

"Oh, I mean, the strength of the freshmen is still unknown. Although we should give them opportunities, we can't be too hasty." Liao Jingchen made up for it temporarily.

"Oh... that's for sure, I just said it casually!" Chen Yina nodded, "In the end, it will be decided through internal selection, everyone will compete fairly."

"Yeah." Liao Jingchen told Chen Yina some other things, just like any ordinary afternoon, he handled everything calmly and elegantly and left steadily.

But just turning the corner, the steps of the pair of leather shoes became messy and hurried, full of great anxiety.

The wheels of the private car replaced the spotless leather shoes until the driver opened the door, and Liao Jingchen took him and his thoughts into the Liao residence.

The young man's face was expressionless, he lowered his eyes, and when he took off his coat, he did not forget to care about the nanny aunt at home, and at the same time got the answer he wanted from her.

"The master and the lady are still outside now, young master, go back to the room to rest first."

Liao Jingchen smiled and nodded, spent ten minutes to whitewash his behavior, then walked out of the bedroom and went to Liao Hongjing's study.

"Young Master?"

Through the nanny's puzzled expression, Liao Jingchen seemed to see a floating chat page.

He smiled, but his smile was fake.

"I'll go find a book." Liao Jingchen said.

What? Could it be that the youngest son of the Liao family is not qualified to go to the study to pick books?

The nanny didn't say anything, she just cared out of habit, although this did not prevent her from shaking her shoulders unconsciously.

The young master didn't seem very happy.

Even for a live-in nanny, it was 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 empty study alone.

His expression was tense. This was the first time he saw this "territory" without its owner. A sense of aggression filled him, and this pleasure was quickly overwhelmed by the expectation and fear of the truth that was about to come.

Liao Jingchen sat on the throne - he had never imagined that he would have such a day - this chair was not very comfortable, even worse than his own expensive ergonomic chair, but it was a kind of authority, and sitting on it itself represented provocation and resistance.

Start the computer.

The password was simpler than expected, so simple that it was disgusting.

Liao Jingchen then opened the confidential computer with his birthday as the boot password, saw the training plan centered on him, and glimpsed his growth record from the time he came out of his mother's womb to the present, and bumped into a network called "father's love".

He found that Liao Hongjing really loved him.

The love was so sincere, deep, and comprehensive.

So that these chat records were not sharp at all, and would not pierce his heart like a sharp knife.

They were more like a coat, large, thick, and warm, but without any buttons or zippers, and there was no possibility of taking it off. He could only wear it, wear it all the time, and feel the stuffiness brought by the care. In the end, he was sweating all over, dizzy, and suffocated.

Liao Hongjing flipped through the yearbook and did background checks on each of them. He carefully selected one of the old classmates who had already started a family and career, making sure that they were a family of three with good living conditions, good parents, and children of appropriate age. Then he took the initiative to approach them, generously made concessions in business cooperation, and took care of them in daily trivial matters. After many years, he and his old classmate became close friends, and his wife and his old classmate's wife quickly developed a neighborly girlfriend relationship.

His son and his old classmate's son also naturally played together.

Time flies, and the years pass. The two little boys grew up together and entered the same university. The old classmate's child and his child did not compete on the same track, but the child's girlfriend was his child's capable subordinate.

Or, it was because the girl had a close relationship with his son that she was supported to sit in the position of his son's deputy.

Of course, there is more than one such "lucky" person.

A student of the same class, a junior of the next class, a teacher, a college director, a dean, a president, a successful alumnus who "occasionally" returned to school to reminisce about his student days, a project manager outside the school, a company boss, a person in charge of a group branch...

Jingyue University Student Union President Liao Jingchen has too many legendary deeds.

The most famous one is that he was asked for help by a visitor on the way back to the dormitory after class. After leading the way, he found out that the visitor was a senior who was five years younger than him. The senior successfully started a business and returned to his alma mater. The first round of funding feedback fell on him because of Liao Jingchen's small act of kindness. It was a high-level sponsorship that the External Relations Department had never heard of.

At that time, Liao Jingchen was flattered. With shyness and excitement, he carefully prepared a gift and a thank-you letter and sent it to the senior who had already returned to the company headquarters.

Now he learned that the gift and the letter were lying in his father's drawer.

Judging from the traces, it seems that they have been lying there for many years.

There was even a seamless note on the gift box, written in Liao Hongjing's powerful handwriting:

You seized the opportunity, I am proud of you.

God sends opportunities to those who are tested, and then watches the development of the situation with a gratified smile.

So kind, so compassionate, so high and mighty.

[It's a good encounter, what do you think? ]

[Haha, it's too much, my son still has a lot of room to grow. ]

[If it's convenient for you, can you send the gift back to me? It's really funny. I laughed at his mother yesterday for keeping the clothes he wore when he first went on stage to receive the award, and today I have a similar collecting habit. ]

[I hope the principal can train him more. ]

[Is he stressed out? Well, you can find an excuse for team building to take him out to relax. Money is not a problem. ]

[No problem, I'm glad he has excellent friends of your age. ]

[That kid needs exercise, Lao Wang, you should reject him a few times appropriately, don't let him get 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 recently, do you understand what I mean? ]

[No, no, he doesn't need that kind of extra treatment, he needs this kind, like on the day of the interview, the boss's most difficult administrative assistant suddenly had a whim and secretly replaced one of the HR positions...]

[Appropriate harshness and just the right amount of luck. Mr. Liu, I believe you can grasp the scale between them. ]

The mouse button rang again and again, and the mouse wheel moved again and again.

The dense chat records and transfer information were like a swarm of bees that could not be shaken off, and the sting of each bee was soaked with the honey of love.

The only figure in the picture was Liao Jingchen's back sitting on the chair.

He silently cleared the traces, silently restored the things in the drawer, and left the throne. Before leaving, he did not even forget to take out a flawless book.

He thought so carefully and thoroughly.

Just like his father.

Liao Jingchen returned to his room in a daze.

He gently put down the book, did not sit down, but stood.

He was still handsome, and his expressionless face seemed to be thinking about some important and critical business transactions.

"Who am I?"

Only the sound of his heart sounded.

The topic that emerged at this moment had appeared eight hundred years ago - what would happen when the NPC in the game realized that he was just an NPC controlled by the player? When the character in the novel realized that he was just a false character constructed by the author, what would he think?

Liao Jingchen didn't know. Liao Jingchen wanted to laugh a little.

But he couldn't laugh, just stood there.

Liao Hongjing shaped everything about him.

His father provided genes, tutoring, food, clothing, shelter, and social connections. He loved him so much that he spent money, time, and favors on him, trying every way to make him grow up perfectly.

But if everything he has comes from Liao Hongjing,

then who is he?

Right now, cut open this body with blood dripping, take out the so-called "Liao Jingchen" soul 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"?

Anyway, Liao Hongjing has taken care of everything, right?

It's also possible to change the core, isn't it?

There is no sensational music, no impactful close-up, only Liao Jingchen standing quietly at the table.

The light outside the window flickers.

The shadow is like a comic storyboard, sometimes staying on Liao Jingchen's eyebrows, sometimes staying on Liao Jingchen's mouth.

This young and handsome man is breaking.

The heartbeat that seems to explain and question continues to sound.

After an unknown amount of time, the scene suddenly changed from extremely quiet to extremely moving.

Liao Jingchen eagerly opened the drawer and grabbed a bracelet from a pile of notes and memos of theatrical performances.

It turned into glasses, pressing down those tiny and neglected bangs, covering the upper half of Liao Jingchen's face.

White light spread.

"Rongrong", who was sitting on the ground with her knees hugged, caught a glimpse of the blooming light, and suddenly opened her eyes wide in surprise, and turned around and ran without hesitation.

"Master!"

The wind suddenly rose, blowing the cherry blossoms all over the tree.

"Rongrong" suddenly stopped and held her breath.

She looked up in a daze, her hair fluttering in the wind. A few feet away, the black goat took off its animal mask, and cherry petals fell, passing over the decadent and trembling eyelids, stirring the two broken eyes.

The setting sun was bleeding, and the quiet water was thundering. At this moment, what filled those eyes was the pain of tearing, the empty confusion, the completely exposed fragility, and a very subtle prayer for "living".

"Jingchen" and "Rongrong" looked at each other.

He didn't say anything.

Only a pair of eyes said:

"Save me."

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