Lin Nian rubbed his face. Putting aside the strange-sounding English name, he seemed to understand the situation he was in now.
If everything goes according to his guess, it seems that he has nothing to say to Ricardo on the other end of the phone, because the other person is not the person he is looking for.
"It's okay. I just called to see if you are still alive. Since you are still alive, I will hang up first."
"Why did you die while I was still alive...Hello? Hello?"
On the other side of the ocean, in Illinois, in the student union office of Cassel College, Lu Mingfei was sitting on the leather sofa, staring blankly at the hung up phone, his eyes somewhat baffled.
Someone from the Lion Heart Club called him and asked him if he was still alive? Is this some kind of awkward relationship with Senior Brother Chu Zihang? Isn’t it right? Senior Brother’s communication style has always been straightforward? Put good intentions and
I stuff care down your throat and ask you if you are okay while stuffing it. Even if you are not okay, you have to be okay...
"Chairman, I heard you mention Chu Zihang's name outside." The door to the student union president's office was pushed open, and a capable girl with long light brown hair as bright as the sun walked in, holding a stack of documents in her hands and smiling at the corner of her mouth.
He walked towards Lu Mingfei in an ever-changing arc. When he came over, he didn't forget to hang the black Barbour windbreaker on the coat rack in the crook of his hand. When Lu Mingfei got up from the sofa, he put it on.
"It's nothing. It seems that my senior brother is going to go out on the field again. He sent a team to tell me... When Caesar was in office, would my senior brother also do this?"
"No, as far as I know, you are the only student union president who has a close personal relationship with the president of the Lion Heart Club. This is also due to your excellent social skills and personality charm, which can make that 'Chu Zihang' even
I am willing to bow my head and surrender."
"I'm sorry, don't say such nonsense!" Lu Mingfei was so frightened that his windbreaker almost fell off his shoulders. He glanced at the mirror, which finally looked a little better after cutting it off and retraining.
The high-spirited man shook his head helplessly, "Senior Brother used to protect me a lot. Without him, I wouldn't have been able to get out of the Nibelung in the north. It's better not to say such things. You haven't seen me before."
Senior brother Zihang has always been called senior brother honestly?"
"The Sailing Department and the Mountaineering Department seem to have some objections to this year's activity budget. They are planning to apply for a temporary small meeting later today. However, due to your travel schedule being too tight, I have temporarily declined it, but
Some documents also require your signature for approval."
"You still understand me, Isabel, where is the document? I'll sign it right away." Lu Mingfei smiled brightly, took out the heavy Parker pen with a gold cap from the front breast pocket of his windbreaker, pulled out the cap, and left a trace at the end of the document with ease
I signed the fancy signature that I had been practicing for a semester. After confirming that it was correct, I walked to the door of the office under the care of the secretary and prepared to leave.
"The call from the Lions Heart Club just now, do you need me to reply with a formal social statement? No matter how important or serious the exchanges between the Student Union and the Lions Heart Club are, they always need to be treated seriously. This is the consistent style of your former president." Isabel followed.
The distance of half a body behind him is neither alienating nor overstepping.
"You figure it out. I have to go back to the dormitory to catch up on my sleep. Minister Schneider asked Norma to send me an email and asked me to report to the execution department tomorrow. I really don't know what kind of trouble will come to me." Lu Ming You can't even yawn while walking in the corridor and feel listless.
"Please tell me the phone number of the Lionheart Club cadre, and I will arrange the relevant receipt later."
"Let me take a look." Lu Mingfei took out his phone and looked for the previous call records. He was looking for it, and suddenly stopped, and he quickly swiped the screen with a raised eyebrow and a strange look on his face.
"What's wrong?" Isabel also stopped and looked at Lu Mingfei in front of her and asked.
"Nothing... I just suddenly can't find the call record just now... Weird, did you ask me to delete it?" Lu Mingfei scratched his head in confusion, but he forgot about it in the blink of an eye. Finally, "Forget it, you don't need to reply. I'll go to the Lion Heart Club in person some other time. I haven't seen my senior brother for a while."
As he said that, he picked up his cell phone and threw the inexplicable call away.
Is there anything more important than a sumptuous dinner in Norton Hall and a big, soft bed in the dormitory?
Oh, it’s true. It seems that the girls from the Lace Girl Dance Troupe are planning to have a party late tonight. The content seems to be very exciting. I have to set an alarm before I go to bed. Otherwise, I will tell Isabel and ask her to provide an alarm on time. morning Call.
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Obviously, this is no longer the world that I know.
At the subway station, judging from Lu Mingfei's attitude after learning his name, Lin Nian almost instantly judged his current situation. He had arrived at the Nibelungen Line 8, and the checkpoint of Line 8 seemed to be... He was involved in an incredible way.
"Illusion? Or a dream?"
Generally speaking, attacks involving "hypnosis" and "mind control" have minimal effect on Lin Nian. First of all, his mental resistance is very high, and his iron will describes people like him. Secondly, he is very similar to " Like the Jinchuuriki of "Naruto", he has a tenant in his belly. When he receives a mental attack, the tenant can knock him on the head to wake him up.
But it was obvious that the tenant in his belly had lost his temper, and when he chose to step out of the carriage, it meant that he had accepted the hypnosis of this illusion. Na Nizi, who only ate and did not work, was now so angry that she was naturally happy to see him. suffer...
Is this considered self-inflicted?
After hanging up the phone, he stood there with his head down and thought for a while. Then he picked up the phone and dialed another number. Maybe it was for selfish reasons that he wanted to confirm something.
After waiting for a few seconds to make the call, Lin Nian suddenly looked up, because his hearing suddenly captured a cell phone ringtone that sounded almost simultaneously from the noisy subway station. It was Adele's "Set Fire to the Rain", without a prelude, directly Starting from the chorus.
He suddenly turned around and found the source of the ringtone in the crowd, and saw a beautiful, familiar, but now somewhat unfamiliar pretty girl who suddenly stopped in the crowd, lowered his head and took out the Herms chalk white handbag he was carrying. I took out a wide-screen mobile phone. The mobile phone case had a pretty cool cartoon avatar of a girl wearing a pair of sunglasses-style three-dimensional stand.
There's an illusion...or maybe it's not an illusion.
That girl seems to have matured a lot. Whether it is her dress or her appearance, her original youthfulness has faded away. She wears water-drop earrings in her earlobes, and her long black hair has become side-swept bangs, and her long flowing hair is slightly curly.
There is no distraction of youth, replaced by a mature charm. The clothes on her body are no longer the styles that chase youth and fashion, but a gray suit jacket with jeans with trouser legs. Mary Jane's high heels are dazzling, covering her whole body.
They are all full of the ability and toughness of a strong woman.
Lin Nian quietly pinched the microphone of the phone with his thumb, put the phone close to his ear, and watched the girl in the crowd raise the phone through the crowd. At the same time, he heard the girl's impatient voice coming from the receiver: "Are you again?"
Who is it?"
He was silent for a few seconds and then said, "Su Xiaoqiang?"
"I am, and who am I asking you? Can't you hear me? How did you know about this phone call? I have told the public countless times! I don't answer any official business on Sundays on my personal phone! I don't care if you are a business or tax official.
Whether it’s from the bureau, the Environmental Protection Bureau, or some random angel investor seeking venture capital, they all make an appointment with my secretary on working days that are legal and regulatory, and then talk to me!”
What I didn't expect was that as soon as the other person opened his mouth, there would be a series of questions, full of aggression.
The girl on the phone looked particularly angry despite her toughness, as if she was dissatisfied that this call had disturbed her weekend.
"I'm Lin Nian." He introduced himself.
"Lin Nian? Who?"
What was expected was that Su Xiaoqiang didn't recognize him.
"If you look back towards 11 o'clock, you should be able to see me." Lin Nian said.
Although he knew that everything had strangely changed, something still prompted him to do some unnecessary actions.
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Su Xiaoqiang stood in a crowded subway station with her handbag and mobile phone in hand, turning her head left and right with an irritated face, trying to find the location where the bastard was using the mobile phone to make fun of herself.
She was already very unlucky today. She had a headache when she woke up early this morning. She probably caught a cold while sleeping in the office last night. She rushed to attend the Hongmen Banquet hosted by her uncle at noon and escaped from that one.
After a business dinner where every word was like a knife trying to carve out a piece of meat from her house, the hospital's father's examination report finally came out.
The attending doctor told me over the phone that my father's situation was not optimistic, and that the cancer cells in his lungs tended to spread. This was also the reason for my father's recent headaches, vomiting and other adverse phenomena. He must consider chemotherapy as soon as possible to relieve the symptoms or directly undergo surgery.
Mom will definitely cry again after hearing the news, so she won't be able to help much.
This afternoon I had to rush to the hospital to talk to the dean of the department about the consultation with experts invited from abroad. As a result, there was a traffic jam on the way, and my Maybach was hit by a "chopped pepper fish head" that ran a red light. Within an hour and a half,
If the trouble could not be solved immediately, she could only ask the driver to wait for the traffic police and take the nearest subway to the hospital first.
So now she is like a powder keg. No matter who is on the other end of this unknown phone call, she will definitely not look good as long as she answers the phone. Not to mention that this person may be making fun of her!
If it had been before, she would have hung up the phone, but now she can't do it because there is no guarantee that the person on the other end of the line may actually be someone sent by the Industrial and Commercial Taxation Bureau to contact her privately to ask for bribes. Those damn bureaucracies always like to get bribes from their companies. He asked her about the minutiae of the tax report and tried to answer her in various ways, implying that she needed to pay for expenses. If she really didn't listen and hung up the phone, the company would definitely run into trouble again.
Nothing can go wrong at this juncture. She is the one who can support the entire Su family. Her studies at Fudan University were interrupted because of these family matters. After her father passed away, she was the only one who could support the entire old Su family.
She followed the prompts on the phone and finally found the guy who was also holding the phone in front of a subway map hanging on a pillar. She squeezed through the crowd and stepped on her Mary Jane high heels, angrily trying to get an explanation from the other person. , but after getting closer, he suddenly stopped.
Standing in front of this unreasonable guy, she raised her head and stared at his face, choking on all the curse words she wanted to say, and then swallowed them subconsciously.
She was a little dazed. Standing in the crowd, all the other figures in her eyes and all the noise in her ears seemed to have disappeared. She could only see the boy with his back leaning against the pillar, raising his index and middle fingers together to greet her.
"You...are?" Su Xiaoqiang cautiously stopped two meters away, looking at this person with some confusion... She couldn't find any adjectives to better express her sudden mood. The mysterious man...or boy?
"Lin Nian, my name."
Lin Nian looked at Su Xiaoqiang, who was suddenly several years older than him, more capable, and had a different kind of figure, and said calmly, "If there are no accidents, this should be the first time we meet. I have something to think about. Please help."
She should have refused, called the other party crazy, even scratched his ear, then turned around and left. If the other party bothered her, she would have taken out the pepper spray in her handbag and asked her legal department to take him to court.
But the strange thing is that she can't use any of the words, mentality and yin and yang skills that she has honed in these years of business wars. Standing in front of this boy, she looked at the pair of pale golden pupils and the mask on his cheek. The silhouette illuminated by the white subway lights, she just replied blankly, "You said."