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At that moment, his phone vibrated slightly.

A new message appeared on WeChat.

Zhixia: Is the exam over?

Chen Mo glanced at the time; clearly, Wen Zhixia remembered that he was taking his last exam before the holiday today.

Chen Mo: Just finished, I'm already home.

Zhixia: How did the exam go?

Chen Mo: Performed as expected.

Zhi Xia: Would you be number one in the city if you performed normally?

Chen Mo: Zhi Xia is getting to know me better and better.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for about ten seconds.

Zhi Xia: Jing Jing says you're becoming less and less humble.

Chen Mo: What else did she say?

Zhi Xia: You also said that you haven't been going to school lately, and that I shouldn't be fooled by your good student appearance.

Chen Mo couldn't help but laugh. Her sister was far away in Kyoto, but that didn't stop her from exposing her shortcomings.

Chen Mo: Which side are you on?

Zhi Xia: I stand on the side that makes sense.

Chen Mo: That's my side.

Zhi Xia: Dream on.

A very faint smiley face followed it.

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair, a smile playing on his lips.

Compared to the panic she felt when they parted last time, Wen Zhixia seemed much more natural on WeChat.

But whenever the topic gets a little closer, she will quietly retreat behind that barely visible line.

This is very much in line with her personality.

Gentle, restrained, yet unable to hide her deep concern.

Zhixia: By the way, do you still have the scarf?

Chen Mo looked down at the dark blue scarf placed beside the bed.

Chen Mo: Yes.

Zhi Xia: You're still here?

Chen Mo: I wore it to school today too.

Zhi Xia: Really?

Chen Mo didn't reply, but instead casually took a picture and sent it over.

In the photo, a dark blue scarf is neatly draped over the back of a chair, and next to it is the backpack he just brought back.

Wen Zhixia replied after a while.

Zhi Xia: You're fairly obedient.

Chen Mo: Of course I will take good care of the things that Sister Zhixia gave me.

Zhi Xia: It's just an ordinary scarf, no need to take it so seriously.

Chen Mo: You're just an ordinary person, but different from me.

The message "The other party is typing" quickly appeared at the top of the dialog box.

Disappeared, then reappeared.

After several attempts, Wen Zhixia only sent one message: You're getting better and better at talking now.

Chen Mo: I only do this to you.

This time, Wen Zhixia remained completely silent.

Chen Mo could almost picture the girl adjusting her glasses, her cheeks burning, unsure how to respond.

Two full minutes passed before the news finally arrived.

Zhixia: Jingjing's winter vacation is coming soon.

It was clearly an awkward attempt to change the subject, but Chen Mo didn't call him out on it.

Chen Mo: I know that when she comes back, her family will interrogate me about what I've been doing lately.

Zhi Xia: Well, you deserve it. Who told you to always be so secretive?

Chen Mo: You're curious too?

Zhi Xia: There is a little bit, but if you don't want to say, I won't ask.

Chen Mo's heart stirred slightly as he read those words.

Wen Zhixia's sense of propriety always makes people feel comfortable.

She would care and be curious, but she would never pressure him to explain anything.

Chen Mo: I'll tell you slowly after June.

Zhi Xia: You still remember?

Chen Mo: I won't forget what I promised you.

In the girls' dormitory of Kyoto Institute of Technology.

Wen Zhixia leaned against the headboard, looking at the sentence on the screen, her fingers gently stroking the scarf photo.

Of course she remembers.

"Zhixia, wait for me in Kyoto. I'll come to find you after June."

She had thought about the scene of their parting many times in recent days.

Zhixia: Okay. Then I'll wait for you in Kyoto.

In just a few words, it was as if the promise the two people made when they parted had been gently rekindled.

Chen Mo: Get some rest.

Zhi Xia: You too, no staying up late.

Zhi Xia: Also, if you come to Kyoto after the Spring Festival, please let me know in advance.

Chen Mo: You want to see me?

Zhi Xia: I'm asking on behalf of Jing Jing.

Chen Mo: If my sister wants to see me, she'll ask her herself.

The other side fell silent again.

A moment later, Wen Zhixia sent a slightly annoyed emoji.

Zhixia: I'm going to read now, I'm not talking to you anymore.

Chen Mo: Goodnight, Zhixia.

Zhi Xia: Good night.

After ending the chat, Chen Mo put his phone on the table.

He didn't tease her any further; Wen Zhixia was no Lu Jingyi.

Her emotions are hidden in the subtle details; you need to get closer slowly, rather than pushing her too hard.

Just then, my phone started vibrating again.

The QQ avatar named "The Most Beautiful Girl in the World" started flashing wildly.

Chen Mo knew who it was without even clicking on it.

Chu Yiran: Brother Chen Mo! Breaking news!

Chu Yiran: My sister and I have a holiday the day after tomorrow!

Chu Yiran: Reply immediately upon seeing the message, no playing dead!

Immediately afterwards, Chu Yinuo also sent a message.

Yinuo: Brother Chen Mo, school starts winter break the day after tomorrow afternoon. I was just wondering if you have any free time lately.

There was another sentence following it.

Yinuo: It's okay if you're busy, Grandpa will arrange a driver to pick us up.

The two sisters have completely different personalities, as seen in their writing.

One person desperately wanted to drag him out through the screen.

Another person, who clearly has expectations, always finds a reason to refuse him first.

Chen Mo recalled Chu Yinuo's pale face in the hospital, and the soft spot in his heart was touched again.

He dialed Chu Yiran's number directly.

The call was answered in less than a second.

"Brother Chen Mo!"

The girl's clear voice rang out instantly.

Why did it take you so long to reply?

"I was just chatting with someone."

Who is it?

"A friend."

"Male or female?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You're being quite nosy."

"I'm asking on behalf of my sister!"

Chu Yinuo's panicked voice immediately came from the other end of the phone.

"Yiran, don't talk nonsense!"

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair, a smile in his eyes.

"Stop fooling around, I'll pick you up from school the day after tomorrow afternoon."

There was an instant silence on the other end of the phone.

The next second, Chu Yiran excitedly shouted:

"real?"

"real."

"You're coming in person?"

"Of course"

Chen Mo smiled and said, "I'll arrive the day after tomorrow afternoon. Pack your luggage in advance so that Grandpa won't have to arrange another car."

Chu Yinuo was quiet for a moment, then her voice was noticeably more joyful.

"it is good."

"Then we'll wait for you."

"Does your shoulder still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it's completely healed."

"Where's your injured hand?"

"That's settled then."

"I'll check again when I get home."

On the other end of the phone, Chu Yinuo's voice softened slightly.

"Okay, whatever you say."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo opened the calendar.

The day after tomorrow afternoon, with the Spring Festival drawing ever closer, the first version of the internal test product promised by Douyin Group should also be ready to deliver results.

Although Uncle Chen Liping has technical and management skills, Douyin is not an ordinary software project.

The ByteDance team brought their algorithm and product experience.

The Yunfan team carries the weight of Chen Liping's years of entrepreneurial hard work.

The sudden merger of the two teams, involving equity, technology routes, and power dynamics, makes it impossible for things to be truly calm internally.

Moreover, internet products are never considered successful simply because the code is written.

Where do users come from?

Who produced the first batch of content?

How to resolve music copyright issues?

How can we get ordinary people to pick up their phones and take pictures of themselves?

If any problem is not handled properly, Douyin could be stillborn before it even goes live.

Chen Mo picked up his phone and sent a message to Chen Liping.

Chen Mo: Uncle, I'm going to the provincial capital the day after tomorrow. Prepare the current development progress of Douyin, the team list, and the report on the use of funds.

The message was answered quickly.

Chen Liping: The first version of the internal test program will be packaged tonight. Why don't you come and try it out yourself?

Immediately afterwards, another message came in.

Chen Liping: But Xiao Mo, Zhang Nan's team and Yunfan's people haven't been getting along lately. You'd better be prepared.

Chen Mo looked at the message without any surprise.

Two tigers cannot share one mountain.

In particular, two teams with completely different backgrounds, philosophies, and technical expertise were forcibly crammed into the same startup.

It would be strange if there were no contradictions.

Chen Mo: Don't press it yet, wait until I get there.

After replying to the message, he leaned back in his chair and slowly closed his eyes.

The overseas asset allocation has been entrusted to Lu Jingyi.

Xingxin Mining began to expand upstream in terms of resources.

Deertech has entered into substantive negotiations with Duofuduo and Tianci Materials for cooperation.

Next up is Douyin. If this project is done well, its future potential is much greater than we imagine.