The Long Chase For The President's Spouse

Chp. 57

Chapter 57: What Happened to My Image?

It was already late in the night when the trio touched down in China. The next day would be the first day of work after the festival. A good rest was sorely needed right now, or else they would really be in a pickle if the President fell asleep tomorrow at the staff briefing for the new year!

Zhang Heng was worried, and Ye Ruixi also shared his worries. Wen Yihong angrily smacked their heads. "Go to sleep early!"

"Yes sir!" The two of them yielded to his authority and got into the waiting taxis before waving their goodbyes. Wen Yihong would be driving home since his car was parked in the parking lot.

After he got home, Zhang Heng showered impatiently before he unlocked his phone with irrepressible excitement to send out a late-night message—

[Gu Zhun, I'm back!]

Zheng Heng imagined with anticipation a starry-eyed response from Gu Zhun– "What did you bring back for me, darling?"

Unfortunately, Gu Zhun had gone to bed at eight. He knew that he would be very busy the next day running errands for the President. He had no doubts regarding Zhang Heng's competency, and he knew that Zhang Heng could easily handle these typical beginning-of-year reports and meetings. However, he was very clear that this was not the case for the employees. All workers suffered from their own brand of withdrawal symptoms every time the holidays came to an end. Since every team's efficiency was ultimately decided by the efficiency of its slowest member, tough times lay ahead when work resumed the next day.

Gu Zhun only saw the message the following day when he turned his phone on in the morning. As he rushed towards the crowded morning bus, he typed and sent a simple reply: "Okay."

Zhang Heng woke up at the sound of the alarm. He struggled against the fog of drowsiness in his head to get out of bed and freshen himself up. When Zhang Heng checked his phone after breakfast, he saw Gu Zhun's message – [Okay.]

Dear God! He didn't reply with just a monosyllabic "Oh"!

Seven years ago, "Oh" was definitely Gu Zhun's favorite phrase when speaking to him.

For instance, seven years ago in junior high, he tried to persuade Gu Zhun to work on a group project with him. They were on their way to the canteen when Zhang Heng spoke up, "Our teacher told us to form groups for the science research project."

"Oh."

"..." Wasn't this usually the time for questions such as, "Really? Have you already formed a group? What shall our research topic be? How do you feel about such and such a topic?"

But all Gu Zhun had for him was a single monosyllabic answer, simple and harsh.

"So do you intend to form a group with me?"

"I suppose."

Don't just "I suppose" me, big shot! Do you realize how anxious and lost I am?!

As it was hard to figure out the thoughts of an elite student, Zhang Heng asked for further clarification. Since a question was asked clearly, the answer was also clearly given.

"Since this project requires teamwork, the class should have already been divided into groups. The fact that you are asking me shows that you have yet to find a group. That is the case for me as well. This is the reason you have come to speak to me. Hence, I conclude that it is already predetermined that I should form a team with you, and there is no need to waste time on any further discussion. As for the research topic and method, it will not be an issue for me to manage them by myself. You have forced me to waste twenty minutes of my time on this conversation."