I was exposed for adding my female boss to my group of female friends.

Based on the message Chen Ya saw on Lu Ai'ai's phone last time, the story Chen Ya imagined was as follows:

Lu Ai'ai is a poor student whose mother only wants to profit from her. She is also bullied in the dormitory, which is why she goes to sleep in the tennis club.

Because after he kindly took her in, she took the opportunity to live in his house and came over every day to freeload. Her so-called research was just an imaginative excuse the girl made up.

The idea was logically sound and quite reasonable; Chen Ya was convinced of it himself.

However, his gentleness was misplaced. Lu Aiai pouted and said indignantly, "It's not an excuse..."

"You don't need to keep waiting outside anymore. We've gotten to know each other pretty well. I'll give you a key, so don't wait outside anymore. Oh, and just so you know, I don't have anything valuable in my house, so don't try anything sneaky."

"Gu..."

Lu Aiai seemed very unconvinced and made strange noises, but surprisingly did not resist.

She desperately needed the key. Even if she was simple-minded, she didn't want to spend every night squatting outside. She didn't dare to argue, afraid that if she did, Chen Ya would get angry and refuse to give it to her.

Chen Ya took out a spare key from the drawer and placed it in Lu Aiai's hand. Lu Aiai held the gleaming silver key and suddenly felt that it was quite heavy.

"I'm going to take a shower," Chen Ya said.

After Chen Ya gave the girl a warning, he noticed her expression shifting rapidly. She seemed to be weighing the consequences of him rushing into the bathroom while she was showering.

To prevent her from doing something irrational, I simply snatched the Fujifilm camera from her hand, stood on tiptoe, and placed it on top of the wardrobe where she couldn't reach it.

"Don't even think about standing on the stool to reach the camera, be careful not to fall! With your athletic ability, you're bound to fall." Chen Ya patted her on the head.

"I, I didn't, I didn't have such an idea."

"You're telling such a lie that even you don't believe it yourself. Do you really think you can fool me?"

"..."

When Lu Aiai came out of the shower, she was already asleep on the sofa.

The girl's body was curled up like a cat, her hands were placed in front of her face, her bangs and sideburns covered her face, which was as bright and flawless as a full moon, her chest rose and fell slightly, her breathing was soft and very quiet.

Chen Ya picked up a blanket from the bedroom and gently covered her with it. He had tried his best to be gentle, but the girl still woke up from her dream.

She didn't move, but opened her eyes and stared blankly at Chen Ya, who was startled when he noticed.

Why did you take me in?

Lu Aiai suddenly asked a question that caught Chen Ya off guard. "You've already stayed at my house for two nights, and you're still asking this? Isn't it a bit too late?" Chen Ya thought to himself.

"There's no reason. It's because you're cute," Chen Ya said casually.

You can't exactly say it's because you secretly saw her messages on her phone and felt sorry for her, can you?

"Mmm." Lu Aiai seemed quite relieved after hearing this answer and gently closed her eyes.

Chen Ya smiled and dragged his slightly tired body toward the bedroom.

Having experienced so much today, Chen Ya was physically exhausted but mentally drained. He didn't have much energy to interact with Lu Ai'ai. Lying on the soft mattress, Chen Ya felt the springs swaying and slowly turned his face away.

Lu Aiai was lying next to him, turned to her side, staring intently at him.

What are you doing?

“Research,” Lu Aiai said. “We agreed on this before, but you haven’t let me do any research yet.”

When did we agree on this?

"I didn't rush in while you were showering."

"You were just following the basic principles of being a decent human being!"

Chen Ya stood up, supported the girl's neck with his left hand, hooked her legs with his right hand, carried her out, and tossed her onto the sofa.

He returned to his bedroom and lay down sprawled out, but Lu Ai'ai appeared out of nowhere and followed him in, then plopped down on the bed and rested her head on his arm.

“I want to sleep here,” Lu Aiai said.

"Isn't it hot?..."

"It's not hot," Lu Aiai said. "Actually, it's a bit cold outside."

"I'm hot. I'm dying of heat," Chen Ya said. "I'm unbearably hot right now, so don't test my limits."

Lu Aiai sat up with bright eyes and looked at him: "That's an interesting physiological phenomenon."

"I think you're more interesting." Chen Ya almost laughed out of anger.

He picked her up, walked out of the bedroom, and tossed her onto the sofa outside. Just as he was about to add a blanket for her, he noticed that her small fists, which she held to her chest, were clenched tightly around something.

What are you carrying?

"Your house key."

Why are you holding my house key so tightly?

"I'm afraid I'll lose it."

Chen Ya felt even angrier and waved his hand, saying, "Give it to me."

Lu Aiai stared blankly, shaking her head frantically.

"I'm not coming back anyway, I've already given it all to you," Chen Ya said irritably. "Give it back."

Lu Aiai opened her hand and put the key into his palm.

Chen Ya took the key back to the bedroom, rummaged through the drawers and cabinets for a while, and then came out.

"Here you go." Chen Ya placed the key, which was wrapped with rope, on Lu Aiai's chest. "If your pockets are too shallow to fit it, just hang it around your neck."

Lu Aiai picked up the rope and glanced at it. It was a piece of ethnic handmade knot, blue-purple in color, embroidered with yellow patterns, and it looked quite pretty.

She immediately put it on her head, and the key hung naturally over her heart.

"From now on, get a good night's sleep."

Chen Ya gave a weary remark, returned to his bedroom, sighed deeply, and lay down on the bed.

He closed his eyes to sort out his chaotic thoughts, when he suddenly felt something move in his leg. He looked down and saw Lu Ai'ai crawling towards him like a cat from beside his leg.

After Chen Ya noticed her, Lu Aiai blinked and said, "Could you help me take the camera down?"

Chen Ya then picked up Lu Aiai and threw her back onto the sofa.

This time he locked the bedroom door.

……

……

"So, the conclusion is that the plan failed." Yan Yiting concluded while sucking on her milk tea straw after listening to Lu Aiai's story from last night.

Under the bright sunshine, the two sat chatting in the pavilion outside Lanfang Yashe, and students passing by would greet them from time to time.

“There was no failure,” Lu Aiai said. “It’s normal for the subjects to be resistant to the experiment; we need to soften their attitude and continue.”

Yan Yiting reached out and fiddled with the key hanging around Lu Aiai's neck, asking, "Is this really his house key? He just gave it to you like that?"

"Ah."

“If it were someone else, I would say that this means you are already dating,” Yan Yiting said. “But this is you, so I can’t really judge. The person you’re interested in is just as unpredictable as you are.”

"Why?" Lu Aiai tilted her head.

"Who would just give their house key to someone else like that?" Yan Yiting complained. "Sigh, that guy is really nice to you. To be honest, I'm a little jealous of your luck."

Lu Ai'ai's luck is truly enviable; every guy she bumps into is handsome (according to Lu Ai'ai's description) and gentle.

Lu Aiai lowered her head and drank her tea.

She was afraid that Yan Yiting was really jealous of her, and she didn't know what to say.

Yan Yiting continued, "Moreover, I really can't understand how you dared to say something like 'make him take off his clothes' to a man who is about your age."

"what happened?"

"Don't you know that boys this age are all like pile drivers?" Yan Yiting said dramatically. "Aren't you afraid he'll hurt you?"

"What are you going to do?"

"It's just... sigh, it's just..." Yan Yiting found Lu Aiai frighteningly naive and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Are you afraid he'll force me?" Lu Aiai asked.

Yan Yiting almost spat it out.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm afraid of." Yan Yiting nodded repeatedly. "What if he really attacks you?"

Lu Aiai tilted her head and thought about it seriously for a moment, then said, "There's nothing I can do."

"?"

"There's nothing we need to do," Lu Aiai said casually.

"6..."

After calming herself down, Yan Yiting regained her composure.

"However, I really want to encourage your relationship," Yan Yiting said, rubbing her forehead.

“You should be encouraging my research,” Lu Aiai reminded her.

“Okay, let’s do the research,” Yan Yiting said, slamming the milk tea down on the table. “Go ask him out.”

How do we make an appointment?

“Isn’t the holiday coming up soon?” Yan Yiting said. “You ask him to go out when he’s on holiday, do everything you need to do, and he’ll understand everything.”

Lu Aiai frowned.

She was thinking very seriously about what Yan Yiting meant.

"The 'date' you're talking about, is it a date?" Lu Aiai asked.

"Yeah, what else?"

“I thought it was a fractional division,” Lu Aiai said.

"..." Yan Yiting was completely speechless.

"I was still thinking, hmm, what a romantic way to put it, eliminating each other's identical parts to achieve the most elegant simplicity in mathematical expression, hmm, how romantic..."

"..."

“Okay,” Lu Aiai replied earnestly, placing her hands on her knees. “I’ll ask him out on the holidays.”

……

……

As the Qingming Festival approaches, the atmosphere changes with each passing day, like a pendulum effect, with time seeming to drag on as we get closer to the appointed point.

In stark contrast to the atmosphere on the Peking University campus, Beichen Company was busier and busier every day, and the employees were more and more stressed.

The company's holiday notice had been issued long ago, and the holiday would start on time on Qingming Festival. However, the game's launch schedule had also been planned in advance, aiming to trend on social media on Qingming Festival.

Mini-games often have a very short lifespan, with only a few days of peak popularity. However, on holidays, most people are not at the office, and most people will feel uncertain.

After this period of adjustment, the employees have developed an attachment to the fruits of their labor, especially Qin Sulan, who now dreams about those silly and adorable sheep grazing.

Employees are rapidly developing a sense of belonging to the company and quickly overcoming the adjustment period. Nobody wants their first game to flop.

Gu Yuqing called Chen Ya, and she asked him with great interest how he planned to spend his holidays.

“What else can we do?” Chen Ya said. “I will stay at the company to prevent any unforeseen circumstances.”

"You're personally overseeing things?" Gu Yuqing said with a smile. "Knowing it's such an important time, you still took a day off as usual?"

“What do you mean by ‘a holiday as usual’? This is called a normal holiday,” Chen Ya said. “No matter how important something is, it’s not as important as the Qingming Festival, which our ancestors have been celebrating for thousands of years.”

Gu Yuqing smiled even more broadly and said, "I like your open-mindedness. Okay, I'll come to your company during my holidays and stay with you."

Gu Yuqing is now speaking with heavy breathing, and she always seems to be saying things that are on the verge of danger.

For example, her statement just now, which she put as "I like your open-mindedness," can instantly make your heart race.

But each time, Chen Ya would pretend to be stupid and act as if he didn't understand.

"With your status, don't you need to pay respects to your ancestors during the Qingming Festival?" Chen Ya asked. "If your family knew you came to my company, wouldn't they have objections?"

Gu Yuqing's tone turned somber, clearly indicating that she was thinking about something unpleasant: "Ancestor worship is really not fun. I feel unlucky just hearing about it. I haven't gone back to participate in it for several years. Please don't mention it again."

"Okay, I won't mention it again."