How can a substitute top have feelings? (MTL)

Chapter 13

There are only two days left in the National Day holiday, and Xie Chenyou took out the "books to read this year" that he had planned at the beginning of the year and continued reading.

　　At 6 o'clock in the evening before the holiday, Xie Chenyou closed Yu Lian's story and turned on his computer to make personal financial management and time planning arrangements for the last three months of the year. After completing a small goal, he would re-plan the arrangements for the next few months in more detail in the big plan for the year.

　　He recently bought a house, and his savings have dropped sharply. In terms of financial management, apart from planning the loan repayment, he has not considered other things for the time being. In this way, Xie Chenyou's plans for the next three months are very simple.

　　When he finished the last form and was about to close the computer, Xie Chenyou's hand stopped on the screen and he pondered for a few seconds. Then he added four big words in the blank part of the time arrangement: Love Time.

　　The light from the display screen shone on Xie Chenyou's face, and the delicate bone structure and light and shadow formed a perfect picture. Xie Chenyou's eyelashes moved, and then he added a line of small words under these four words: If necessary, you can squeeze in other scheduled time.

　　After turning off the computer, Xie Chenyou had to admit that the saying circulating on the Internet, "If you don't find a partner in college, it will be even harder to find one at work," is indeed somewhat universal.

　　He is not a saint, and he doesn't have the idea of ​​working hard alone until he grows old. He just celebrated his 24th birthday last month, and it is really time for him to try to have a serious relationship.

　　The next morning, the city, which had been idle for a few days during the holidays, resumed its orderly working state. Everyone played his or her role as a "small gear" to make this industrialized city run "creakingly".

　　"Mr. Xie, the director of the game division of the Seal Company will come to discuss cooperation this afternoon. Mr. Liu said that this matter needs your approval. Are you free this afternoon?" The secretary, wearing a white shirt and a hip skirt and high heels, often shuttled around various corners of the company. She single-handedly made all the programmers dare not walk with their chests hunched and their heads lowered when they left their chairs - otherwise they would be half a head lower than the girls.

Xie Chenyou looked at the time in the lower right corner and asked, "Did they say what time they would arrive?"

　　If it was an ordinary employee coming to discuss cooperation, Liu Henian would definitely ask the marketing department to negotiate. Since he asked the secretary to find him, the person who came was probably Zhang Qianyu himself.

　　"It'll be 3:30 in the afternoon," the secretary looked down at his watch, "there are still five hours left."

　　"Okay, I'll arrange it in the interactive room in Area A. I'll be there on time." Xie Chenyou retracted his gaze and added a column for himself in the work log.

　　"Hello, Mr. Xie. I haven't seen you for many years. I miss you very much." Zhang Qianyu walked closer and found that he was slightly shorter than Xie Chenyou. The slightly thin but dazzling young man in his memory five years ago had grown into a local giant.

　　After Zhang Qianyu's colleague exchanged pleasantries with the staff of Youxiang Company, he asked in surprise: "Brother Zhang, do you know Mr. Xie?"

　　"To be honest, we only met once, at a game optimization competition at the Navy Seal Company." Zhang Qianyu did not say anything about the relationship between seniors and juniors from the same school - most of the people present were graduates of the Computer Science Department of T University, and if you really want to build relationships, everyone is seniors and juniors.