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Chapter 644 You used to be
Listening to Bai Yueguang's nonchalant yet incredibly hurtful words, and glancing at Shen Xiaohua's face, whose expression instantly froze, Tang Song couldn't help but find it amusing.

This dinner party for three was actually suggested by Liu Qingning.

Tang Song was perfectly clear about her purpose.

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

He could clearly sense that during their meeting in their hometown, she seemed to have resolved some of her inner conflicts and had begun to try to accept their current complicated relationship.

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

Now, her active "suppression" of Shen Yuyan is more about venting her long-suppressed dissatisfaction and grievances.

After all, with Wen Ruan in the picture because of her status as Wen Ruan's "official girlfriend," Liu Qingning couldn't do anything.

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

Just then, Shen Yuyan looked at him again, her eyes filled with shock and confusion.

Tang Songchao nodded reassuringly, "That's right, Qingning is indeed the general manager of [Qingmi AI], and one of the main people in charge of the software application aspect of the [Xuanji Light Realm] project. You two should add each other as friends; you'll probably need to keep in touch frequently for work in the future."

Currently, Shen Yuyan is mainly responsible for handling his external investments, while Lin Muxue is responsible for relaying information for other tasks, including core projects such as the Xuanji Light Realm.

Therefore, Shen Yuyan was unaware of the specific person in charge and the details involved.

However... now that Xiaoxue is far away in London, and Bai Yueguang wants to assert his presence, we can only ask Shen Xiaohua to make do.

Shen Yuyan subconsciously licked her dry lips, her voice stiff as she said, "Okay, okay. I didn't expect... Qingning, you're so amazing, you really scared me."

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

The existence of Liu Qingning truly gave her an unprecedented and almost devastating shock.

As someone her age, aside from Tang Song, who was a freak, she had never met anyone so "outstanding".

They can no longer be described simply as "excellent"; they are absolutely the pride of heaven.

You know, those are [Qingmi AI] and [Xuanji Light Realm]!

One is a software unicorn with over 100 million users that has already changed the lifestyles of countless people;
The other is a near-unicorn in the hardware field that is poised to define the future.

The core person in charge of these two massive projects turned out to be the girl in front of her, who was the same age as her.

Shen Yuyan has always been confident, even arrogant about her own abilities and skills.

Compared to the other party, his own entrepreneurial experience, which he was so proud of, and his so-called "special assistant" title seemed insignificant.

It's like children playing house.

Looking at Liu Qingning across from him, he recalled Tang Song's attitude towards her.

An idea uncontrollably popped into Shen Yuyan's mind.

Could it be... that she was the "Empress" of the Tang and Song dynasties?
Liu Qingning, standing to the side, was scrolling through her screen with her head down, seemingly casually browsing Shen Yuyan's WeChat Moments.

After a while.

She suddenly looked up and asked, "By the way, Yu Yan, which university did you graduate from?"

Shen Yuyan straightened up instinctively and blurted out, "Yancheng University of Science and Technology."

"Oh, I knew it!" Liu Qingning put down her phone, staring straight at her, and said with a smile, "I was wondering why you looked so familiar. If I remember correctly, you were quite famous at Yanke University, right? I think... you were the campus belle? You're really outstanding."

Shen Yuyan bit her lip. "It's just alumni making a fuss. Don't take it seriously."

"Hehe, I think you truly deserve the title. So beautiful and outstanding, no wonder Tang Song hired you as his special assistant." Liu Qingning said, turning her gaze to Tang Song opposite her, her clear eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Right?"

The embarrassment on Tang Song's face vanished in an instant, and he calmly said, "Yu Yan's abilities are indeed outstanding. She has HR experience at P&G and has also successfully started her own business. In terms of human resources and project management, she can help me handle many complex tasks."

Only then did he realize that Bai Yueguang probably recognized Shen Yuyan from the moment she saw that work photo.

But this is normal.

Shen Yuyan was indeed very famous during her university years.

On various social media platforms such as Douyin and Tieba, if you search for "Yancheng University of Science and Technology", you will most likely find photos or discussions about her.

Given the feelings and attention that Bai Yueguang had for her, how could she possibly be completely unaware of the school she attended?
Not to mention Shen Yuyan, she even knew the names and appearances of her best roommates from back then.

However, she became too busy with the entrepreneurship competition and neglected it.

Now that their relationship is completely back together, she will naturally become more vigilant again.

This, however, gave Tang and Song some headaches.

After all, he has too many little secrets. If all of those wings were exposed, his white moonlight would probably explode on the spot.

It seems we still have to keep it a secret. It's tough on School Beauty Shen to absorb some of the fire in front of us.

Just as the growth plan task [③ Capital Hunter] is about to be completed, a new job will definitely be arranged for Shen Yuyan.

The atmosphere at dinner became somewhat strange afterward.

In what appeared to be a gentle and intimate conversation, Shen Yuyan was once again quite provoked by Liu Qingning.

Tang Song's childhood sweetheart, the one he loved most in high school, a top student in AI at a prestigious university in Beijing, a successful entrepreneur in AI+education, and with Tang Song's support, he joined Qingning Technology to take charge of core projects...

This impressive resume is simply impeccable.

Shen Yuyan felt a dull ache in her heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.

She never imagined that there was such an outstanding "true love" hidden beside Tang Song!
That resume, coupled with the invincible attribute of being the "white moonlight" (idealized love interest), was simply a game-changer.

Poor silly Qing is still basking in the glory of her "short drama screenwriting career," unaware that someone else's "official wife" has already infiltrated the highest level of power...

She originally planned those little tips to get closer to Tang Song, as well as the "combination technique" with her best friend Xu Qing, in order to win Tang Song's love and even turn the tables.

They've all become a bit arrogant.

Just as she was feeling overwhelmed with emotion and utterly defeated.

Under the table, her leg, encased in silky stockings, was suddenly touched lightly.

Then, the other person began to slowly and deliberately rub back and forth on the inside of her sensitive calves.

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

Looking up, I met Tang Song's gentle yet profound eyes.

An indescribable feeling washed over her.

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

Is this a reminder to me?

Or are you trying to... comfort me?

He still cares about my feelings.

……

8 pm.

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

The two got out of the car.

"Goodbye, get some rest tonight, you'll be busy tomorrow." Tang Song straightened her collar, which had been ruffled by the wind, and said gently.

Liu Qingning gave a soft "hmm" and stood in the cool evening breeze, smoothing the strands of hair at her temples.

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

She tiptoed and kissed Tang Song's lips deeply.

As she left, her breathing was a little unsteady, but she still leaned close to his ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "You should also take care to rest tonight and not wander around. I'm going back to Shenzhen soon."

After saying that, Liu Qingning gave him a deep look, then turned and walked into the stairwell.

Her high ponytail bounced back and forth in the night breeze, much like her wavering heart at that moment.

Only after she had completely disappeared did Tang Song return to the car.

The unique scent of Liu Qingning still lingered inside the carriage.

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

After a moment's thought, Tang Song said, "Let's go straight to the Zhende Hotel."

Shen Yuyan is staying in Jing County tonight, and tomorrow he will accompany him to negotiate with Mayor Li. Staying at the school anniversary reception hotel is naturally the most convenient option.

Moreover, there really wasn't a suitable place for him to discuss work in Jing County.

"Okay, sure," Shen Yuyan replied softly, but her heart began to race uncontrollably.

For a lone man and woman, the word "hotel" always evokes endless imagination.

The Rolls-Royce started up again and stopped in the hotel's drop-off area ten minutes later.

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

Shen Yuyan skillfully completed the check-in procedures and received her room key.

They brought Tang Song to the luxurious business suite on the 10th floor.

The room is quite spacious, and in addition to the comfortable sleeping area, there is a cleverly separated small office area with an exquisite solid wood desk and chair.

Shen Yuyan took off her cashmere coat, revealing only her silk shirt and pencil skirt underneath, showcasing her graceful and alluring figure.

"Mr. Tang, please have a seat. Let me pour you a glass of water."

Tang Song nodded, but did not sit down. Instead, he walked to the French windows and looked at the No. 1 Middle School campus directly opposite.

At night, most areas of the No. 1 Middle School campus are shrouded in darkness, with only a few streetlights on the main teaching building and the playground still lit, outlining a tranquil and solemn silhouette.

Tomorrow is the 50th anniversary of the school, and the original plans have been disrupted. The mayor of Jinan City will be there in person, which means he can't keep a low profile.

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

Tang Song took it, gently blew on it to cool it down, and took a sip.

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

After a moment, she turned around and said softly, "Mr. Tang, I'm all ready."

Tang Song hummed in agreement and sat down in the chair next to her.

The two were very close, close enough to smell each other's distinct scents.

Looking at Tang Song's handsome profile under the light, Shen Yuyan took a deep breath and began to give a detailed report on all the details of the meeting with the municipal government that day.

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

However, his body's center of gravity unconsciously tilted little by little towards the Tang and Song dynasties.

Wearing stockings, her round and firm thighs lightly brushed against the hem of his trousers.

An ambiguous atmosphere quietly grew in the air, and the temperature seemed to be rising steadily.

Tang Song appeared calm, only occasionally glancing at her with deep, unreadable eyes.

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

Shen Yuyan raised her head, her bright eyes misting over with a captivating moisture.

"Mr. Tang, I've finished reporting on everything." She paused, then continued in a half-joking, half-serious tone, "Is there anything else that I... need to report on in more detail?"

Tang Song looked at her pretty face so close to his, and at her long eyelashes that trembled slightly with nervousness, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Well done, that's enough for today. You must be tired, get some rest, there's a tough battle ahead tomorrow."

Shen Yuyan's heart, which had been full of anticipation, sank instantly.

However, she didn't dare to say anything more, and could only stand up as well, forcing a polite smile on her face: "Okay, Mr. Tang. Then I'll contact Jiayi first thing tomorrow morning and come to your house to pick you up."

"Ah."

Tang Song casually picked up his coat from the back of the chair and walked towards the door.

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

She had originally thought that something groundbreaking would happen tonight, but the appearance of Liu Qingning disrupted all her plans.

She dared not take the initiative again, for fear of making things worse.

However, Tang Song maintained a distant and ambiguous attitude towards her.

Just then, Tang Song suddenly turned around, and his long, slender hand landed on her waist without warning.

Shen Yuyan stiffened, straightened her back, and her high breasts stretched her silk shirt tightly.

Tang Song looked at her eyes, which were filled with panic and expectation, and smiled.

His hand slowly moved down her slender waistline, finally landing on her firm, rounded buttocks encased in her pencil skirt, applying slight pressure. Even through the thick fabric, he could clearly feel the amazing elasticity and tightness of her skin.

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

After saying that, he let go of her hand and turned to leave.

Shen Yuyan was left standing alone at the door.

A flush gradually rose on her face, and a tingling, itchy shiver surged deep within her body.

The matter remained unresolved for a long time.

Every time she thought he had no feelings for her, he would take the initiative to flirt with her; and when she mustered up the courage to take things further, he would retreat to a safe distance.

The Tang and Song dynasties before us resemble the most skilled manipulators of human nature.

This made her anxious and restless.

……

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

Tang and Song strode out.

It instantly attracted a barrage of intense gazes.

Even when dressed in ordinary winter clothes, she still stands out because of her exceptional appearance and temperament.

A faint smile of pleasure played on Tang Song's lips as he savored the exquisite touch of School Beauty Shen.

After completing the "Shen Yuyan's Whisper" instance, he had an absolute grasp of Shen Xiaohua's personality.

In some ways, she is like Lin Muxue; once she gains a little power and a sense of superiority, she is easily "overconfident".

And they have a lot of little tricks up their sleeves.

Although he wasn't against it, he still had to give this proud female assistant a little talking-to.

I raised my wrist to check the time; it was exactly 9 o'clock.

They were about to walk towards the gate.

Suddenly, a woman's voice, tinged with hesitation and uncertainty, reached my ears: "...Tang...Tang Song?"

The voice sounded somewhat familiar.

Tang Song raised his eyebrows slightly, subconsciously looked up, and followed the sound to look diagonally in front of him.

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

He was carrying a rather heavy-looking backpack, as if he had just finished checking in.

She had neat, medium-length hair and wore a pair of elegant black-rimmed glasses that partially obscured her features, but it was still clear that she was a pretty girl with good looks.

Eye contact.

The girl stared at him intently, her eyes filled with shock, uncertainty, and a hint of joy at their reunion.

Tang Song suddenly stopped in his tracks, and a name surfaced from the depths of his memory.

He blurted out, "Deng Yazhi?"

"It's really you!"

Upon receiving confirmation, all the uncertainty on Deng Yazhi's face vanished instantly, replaced by immense surprise and astonishment.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

Deng Yazhi exclaimed "Holy crap!" three times in a row before she could barely vent the overwhelming shock in her heart.

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

"Tang Song! I thought I was seeing things! How... how did you change so much..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, until finally she didn't know what words to use to describe it.

The boy in front of me was tall and handsome, exuding a noble and calm aura that was out of place with the lively atmosphere around him.

Being face-to-face at such close range makes you feel that overwhelming, heart-pounding charm even more.

Even as a TV reporter who has seen all kinds of people, she felt her brain was going blank at this moment.

Looking at his old classmate, Tang Song smiled brightly and happily. "Long time no see. I didn't expect to run into you here."

In high school, he was sunny and cheerful, and naturally had no shortage of good classmates and friends.

Deng Yazi is one of them.

She is straightforward, righteous, and loyal.

Tang Song still remembers that at the farewell dinner on the day of her high school graduation, this seemingly carefree girl cried her eyes out, grabbing everyone's hands and saying, "We must keep in touch."

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

On the contrary, Deng Yazi has been persistent in maintaining this friendship, and even visited him several times at Yencheng University of Science and Technology. The two have always remained WeChat friends.

However, as time went by, their lives diverged, and they had less and less contact.

In the last three years, almost all that's left are likes and comments on WeChat Moments, or holiday greetings.

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

"Hehe, I'm always busy, you know that, and I don't like posting on WeChat Moments."

"Seriously, Song, who was so lively in high school, has become so aloof now, haha. By the way, I remember you came back from the capital. Are you working in Yancheng now?"

"Well, I guess so." Tang Song nodded with a smile, then asked, "And you? What are you doing here?"

Deng Yazhi laughed heartily, pushed up her black-rimmed glasses, and said proudly, "I've passed the exam for a permanent position at Quancheng TV Station, and I'm a proud reporter! I'm here to report on our school's anniversary celebration."

Tang Song exclaimed, "That's amazing! You've really come true!"

She has always loved reporting and taking photos. In high school, she was a key member of the school's radio station and often took photos everywhere with a digital camera. She never expected that she would eventually turn her hobby into a job.

"So you came back this time also to attend the school anniversary celebration?" Deng Yazhi then added, "Oh no, I guess it's mainly because Liu Qingning is there?"

Tang Song smiled, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Deng Yazhi pouted and muttered, "I knew it. He didn't even bother to visit his old classmate. Sigh..."

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

One reason is that the other person is just too outstanding, too far removed from ordinary people like them.

Another reason is that Liu Qingning's undisguised possessiveness towards Tang Song leads her to harbor a subtle, almost imperceptible hostility towards other girls who are close to Tang Song.

This hostility is not clear, but only those who are in it can feel it.

"By the way," Deng Yazhi exclaimed, "this school anniversary celebration is no ordinary event. I was specifically assigned to do a special report. I heard that not only are high-ranking city leaders coming, but also several incredibly impressive alumni, like Zhao Rui from CICC and Li Yunfan, the CEO of Maixiangyuan. Wow, they're all big shots!"

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

Deng Yazhi glanced at the caller ID, and the ease on her face vanished instantly.

He quickly answered the phone, lowering his voice, "Hello, Director Liu... Yes, yes, I just arrived at the hotel... Okay, okay, I'll be right up, I'm setting up the equipment..."

After hanging up the phone, she smiled apologetically at Tang Song, her face full of the helplessness of a corporate slave: "I was hoping to have a good chat with you, but unfortunately, my boss is urging me to finish the manuscript, so I have to hurry upstairs to 'work overtime'."

As she spoke, she hurriedly turned to leave.

As they were about to part, he suddenly remembered something and abruptly stopped in his tracks.

"Wait! Don't move!"

As she spoke, she hurriedly opened her large backpack and pulled out a professional SLR camera.

Under Tang Song's somewhat surprised gaze, she raised her camera and adjusted the angle towards him.

With a "click," the shutter was pressed.

Then, she hurriedly packed up the camera and walked quickly to him.

Just like in high school, I punched his arm hard.

"Alright, let's talk again tomorrow at the school anniversary celebration! Bye! Keep in touch!"

Before the words were even out of their mouths, the person had already vanished into the closing elevator doors.

Watching her disappearing figure, Tang Song stood there stunned for a moment before turning away, a strange feeling welling up inside him.

……

More than 10 o'clock in the evening.

Yunjingtai Residential Area.

After exchanging goodnight messages with his beloved Bai Yueguang via video call, Tang Song quickly washed up and lay down in bed.

I was just about to go to sleep.

"Ding-dong—" A WeChat notification sound rang out.

Tang Song picked up his phone and looked at it, his expression slightly taken aback.

[Deng Ya-zi: Image.jpg]

The image above is a carefully stitched photo.

On the left is him in high school, wearing a blue and white school uniform, with a sunny smile, clear eyes, and a touch of youthful naiveté and confusion.

On the right is a photo of him taken in the lobby. He is wearing a casual jacket, has a tall and straight figure, deep eyes, and a noble and elegant demeanor.

Two photos, the same person, yet they seem to be separated by an insurmountable river of time and space.

Tang Song stared blankly at the picture, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Just as I was about to reply, Deng Yazhi sent me another video file.

Tang Song subconsciously pressed the play button.

The video footage is somewhat shaky and the image quality is quite rough, as it was shot with an early 500-megapixel mobile phone camera, full of the graininess of that era.

The scene in the camera shows a noisy classroom before high school graduation.

Students wearing the same school uniforms were laughing and playing around.

The fan creaked overhead, the blackboard still bore the countdown to the college entrance exam ("X days left"), and the walls were covered with motivational slogans and students' doodles...

That was a chaotic yet hopeful atmosphere unique to the senior year graduation season.

The camera then pans to Tang Song, an eighteen-year-old boy, who is sitting in his seat reading a book.

Off-screen, Deng Yazhi's cheerful voice came through: "Let's interview Tang Song. You're about to embark on your journeys to all corners of the country. What are your expectations for your future self?"

Then, a mop head with a red ribbon tied around it was used as a microphone and barged into the frame, almost poking his face.

In the video, Tang Song subconsciously leaned back and raised his hand to block it, his face showing the shyness and helplessness unique to teenagers when teased by their friends. "Stop it, duck, move it away."

"Tell me quickly! I'll record a video for each of you, and years later, I'll send the videos to you all to see if you've all achieved your dreams!"

In the video, Tang Song was so bothered by her that he finally looked up, and with the encouragement of his classmates, he finally managed to do so.

His eyes darted away for a moment before he slowly looked directly at the camera.

He thought about it carefully.

She glanced in the direction of the white moonlight, her clear eyes sparkling with undisguised longing and brilliance for the future.

"I hope to meet everyone at the summit. Those who chase the light are destined to shine brightly."

“(ˉ▽￣～) Tch~~” Deng Yazhi’s voice complained, “Can’t we be more specific? This isn’t asking you to say inspirational short sentences. Let’s start over!”

Good-natured laughter rose from the side.

Tang Song grinned, noticing the smiling gaze from Bai Yueguang, and a burning passion, typical of youth, ignited on his face.

He shouted, "Then I hope that in the future I can achieve great things, make a lot of money, and become rich! Haha, and then give back to my hometown, making our No. 1 Middle School proud of me!"

Laughter echoed in the classroom.

The video ends here.

Suddenly, a crisp system notification sound rang in my ears:
"Ding! You have triggered the side quest [Your Past Self]. Please go to the [Quest Center] to view it."

[Task Description: You have heard a voice from your past. Once, amidst the cicadas' chirping in the summer, you made youthful and impetuous promises. Now, those promises are a check you can cash at any time. In your meeting with Jinan Mayor Li Jiping, lead the agenda and finalize a strategic investment intention that will shake up the local industrial landscape. Let this generous gift of "giving back to your hometown" be the most vivid testament to your influence.]

[Task Rewards: Charm +1, Title Pack *1]

(End of this chapter)