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After arranging the startup details, Chen Mo returned to Beijing aboard a Gulfstream G650ER.

The scheduled leave period has ended.

The Paris attacks delayed his trip by a few days, and Zhou Yan explained the situation to the department in advance on his behalf.

When the convoy entered the west gate of Tsinghua University, the campus had already returned to its usual rhythm.

Some people carried books to the classroom, while others rode their bicycles past the car.

The group photo for Class 51 was scheduled for 10:00 AM.

When Chen Mo arrived in front of the electronics building, all the students in the class had already gathered.

Zhou Yan stood at the bottom of the steps confirming the list.

Upon seeing Chen Mo, she raised her wrist and glanced at the time.

"At least you didn't keep all thirty-one students in the class waiting for you."

"Did you run into trouble this time when you asked for leave?"

The Paris attacks have become global news.

Zhou Yan knew that Chen Mo had gone to France, but she didn't know that he had participated in the Bataclan rescue.

"The itinerary was slightly affected."

Chen Mo didn't say much.

Zhou Yan looked at him carefully for a while, and after confirming that he was not injured, she stopped asking questions.

"Let's go there first."

"Teacher Du and the class monitor are arranging the seating."

Thirty-two students stood on the steps in front of the electronics building according to their height.

Du Cheng'an and Zhou Yan sat in the front row.

Chen Mo stood in the second row, near the middle.

The photographer raised his camera.

"Look at the camera."

"Three, two, one."

The shutter clicked.

This was the first time Chen Mo appeared in a complete class photo after entering Tsinghua University.

After the filming ended, the students did not immediately disperse.

Ye Zhiwei, He Yuan, Han Xiuyuan, and Luo Jingxing walked over carrying a silver-gray equipment case.

The group had just returned from the western province a couple of days ago.

"Chen Mo."

Ye Zhiwei handed him a test report.

"The first batch of data from Xingxin Safety Training Base is out."

Chen Mo opened the report.

Eight beacons were placed inside the simulated tunnel.

In areas without large equipment obstructing the view, the positioning error can be kept within three meters.

After entering the area with dense metal supports, the error increased to sixteen meters.

After readjusting the beacon height and algorithm parameters, it was finally controlled at around six meters.

Tags can save data when the network is offline and automatically upload it after communication is restored.

The dustproof, waterproof, and battery life tests also passed the first phase requirements.

"The result was better than we expected."

Han Xiuyuan said.

"At least we can determine which section of the tunnel the personnel or equipment are located in."

"Metal reflection remains the biggest problem."

"Different tunnel structures require separate calibration, and the deployment cost is relatively high."

He Yuan opened the equipment box.

Inside were several remade black labels.

"The technical center recommended that we add emergency calls and static alarms."

"If personnel do not move for an extended period of time, the system will proactively send a reminder to the ground."

"Explosion-proof certification is also required."

Luo Jingxing added.

"The current shell can only be used for training bases."

"To truly enter production mines, it is necessary to change the materials and battery structure."

When the group spoke, the initial tentativeness of their first meeting was gone.

They stayed at Xingxin Mining for three days.

The group's technology center arranged special transportation, opened its safety training base, and also dispatched two underground communication engineers to provide full support.

The project manager always referred to Chen Mo as "General Manager Chen".

They were unable to find any specific connection between Chen Mo and Xingxin Mining.

But he already realized that the so-called "some business cooperation" was far more complicated than he made it out to be.

Han Xiuyuan's tone became more serious.

"In the second phase of testing, we plan to add mobile nodes and occlusion at different heights."

"Do you have time to take a look at the proposal?"

Send it to me.

Chen Mo closed the report.

"Emergency calls and static alarms can be added."

"Don't add too many features at once."

"First, we need to establish positioning stability."

"In addition, Xingxin Technology Center will provide three significantly different simulation environments."

"If a large number of beacons need to be redeployed every time the location changes, it will be difficult to truly promote this system."

Ye Zhiwei quickly wrote it down.

Will you go for the next test?

"Go if time allows."

......

After a brief discussion, the group carried the equipment back to the lab.

Chen Mo took out his phone and sent a message to Su Qingyan.

Do you have time at noon?

The message was answered quickly.

"have."

"The Bauhinia Garden?"

"I'm coming to find you."

...........

Noon.

On the second floor of the Tsinghua Zijingyuan Dining Hall, the noise was deafening, filled with the enticing aroma of food and the laughter of young students.

In the quietest corner by the window, Su Qingyan sat alone.

She was wearing a clean, off-white cashmere sweater, her long hair was tied up, and there were two freshly prepared plates on the table in front of her, with a glass of warm water thoughtfully placed next to her.

As that handsome, tall figure walked through the crowd, the girl's soft, alluring eyes instantly lit up, and she subconsciously straightened up: "You came back last night?"

"Morning."

Chen Mo sat down opposite her.

"After getting off the plane, I went straight back to school and took a group photo of the class in front of the main building."

Su Qingyan gazed silently at his profile, then suddenly asked, "Are you far from the place of the attack?"

Chen Mo paused for a moment.

"It's not far."

Su Qingyan slowly tightened her grip on the chopsticks.

When she saw footage of the Bataclan concert hall on the news, her first thought was that Chen Mo was in Paris.

She barely slept that night.

It wasn't until I received the message that I was safe and sound in the early hours of the morning that my anxiety subsided slightly.

"Really...you weren't hurt at all?"

Her voice trembled slightly at the end.

"No." Chen Mo met her gaze calmly, his tone gentle.

Su Qingyan stared at him for a long time without asking any further questions.

She pushed one of the dishes in front of Chen Mo.

"Let's eat first, you've lost weight these past few days."

Chen Mo looked down at the stainless steel plate.

These are all dishes he usually orders at Zijingyuan Restaurant.

Students kept passing by outside the window.

Some people were discussing afternoon classes, some were complaining about advanced math homework, and others were making plans to go to the movies on the weekend.

The crisp sound of bicycle bells echoed along the Ginkgo Avenue, exuding the purest and most carefree atmosphere of an ivory tower.

After finishing their meal, the two walked out of the Bauhinia Garden together.

In mid-November, most of the ginkgo leaves in Tsinghua University have fallen, and a golden carpet of flowers covers the paths.

The midday sun shone through the sparse branches, casting a rare warmth upon my body.

"No classes this afternoon?"

Chen Mo turned to her and asked.

"There was originally a microeconomics class, but the teacher temporarily moved it to Friday."

Su Qingyan looked at him, her peach blossom eyes shining brightly in the sunlight.

"So you have to come with me this afternoon."

Chen Mo paused for a moment, then smiled: "Where does the talented Miss Su want to go?"

"Let's go to the Summer Palace."

Su Qingyan took his arm and said softly, "I heard that the Seventeen-Arch Bridge over there is about to reach its golden light shining through the arches. Let's walk there."

The distance from the west gate of Tsinghua University to the east gate of the Summer Palace is not far. The two walked side by side on the path of Yuanmingyuan South Road, just like any ordinary college couple.

She walked very slowly, step by step.

He also slowed down his pace.

At this moment, the warmth from my hand, the faint fragrance of the girl beside me, and the gentle autumn breeze whistling past my ears acted like a soft barrier, completely keeping the bloodshed and scheming of capital out of that other world.

Su Qingyan turned her head to look at him, a hint of heartache hidden in her eyes.

She didn't know how big Chen Mo's world was; all she knew was that this man was very tired right now.

Here, in Tsinghua University, she could give him a campus life that belonged only to the two of them.

"Chen Mo, look at the camera."

Just as she stepped into the East Gate of the Summer Palace, Su Qingyan suddenly took out a film camera from her bag and held it up in front of her without warning.

"Click."

The shutter clicked.

Before Chen Mo could react, the moment he raised his eyebrow was captured on camera.

"When did you buy this?" Chen Mo chuckled.

"I bought this secondhand camera at the antique market the other day, and I also learned how to develop photos while I was there." Su Qingyan hung the camera around her neck, a beautiful smile curving her lips. "You often disappear, so I'm going to take lots of pictures of you."

"Take it out and look at it when you miss me?" Chen Mo replied.

Su Qingyan twisted her waist, her ponytail swung up, and did not answer his question.

Under the long corridor, the vermilion pillars gleamed with an ancient luster in the sunlight.

The two strolled slowly along the shore of Kunming Lake.

The wind rippled across the lake's surface, creating shimmering golden light, while the distant Longevity Hill and the Fragrant Buddha Pavilion stood out clearly in the thin mist.

Su Qingyan pulled Chen Mo to sit down on a stone bench by the lake.

She took a transparent pastry box out of her bag.

"It was baked in the kitchen of Katsuin-in yesterday."

"I was going to leave them there for you to come back, but Si Nan and the others saw them and insisted that I take a few back to the dorm."

Su Qingyan took out a piece and held it to his lips.

"Try it."

Chen Mo opened his mouth and took a bite, the sweet aroma spreading on his tongue: "It's no worse than what you buy."

"That's right." Su Qingyan smiled secretly, then took out a wet wipe and gently wiped the cookie crumbs from the corner of his mouth.

Her movements were extremely natural, and her gaze was full of tenderness.

The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze was blowing across the lake.

Su Qingyan gently untied her scarf, draped half of it over Chen Mo's shoulder, and then obediently rested her head against Chen Mo's chest.

Chen Mo took the opportunity to put his arm around her slender waist, rested his chin on the top of her head, and greedily inhaled the fragrance of her hair.

Neither of them spoke; they simply listened quietly to the sound of the lake water lapping against the shore and the steady beating of each other's hearts.

"Chen Mo."

"Um?"

"Stay at school a few more days," Su Qingyan said, her eyes closed and her voice slightly muffled. "There's no President Chen here, no company. You can just be yourself."

Chen Mo tightened his grip on her arm slightly.

"it is good."

He responded softly, giving her a light kiss on the forehead, "I'll listen to you."

The sunset gradually dyed Kunming Lake a magnificent orange-red.

Before leaving, Su Qingyan pulled Chen Mo to stand at the head of the Seventeen-Arch Bridge.

The afterglow of the setting sun lengthened their shadows, causing them to overlap.

She handed the camera to an elderly photography enthusiast passing by, smiling and asking, "Uncle, could you take a group photo for us?"

"Alright, girls, stand closer and smile!"

Su Qingyan turned around, wrapped her arms around Chen Mo's waist, pressed her face against his chest, and looked up at the camera with a bright and beautiful smile.

Chen Mo smiled, his eyes filled with tenderness, and looked down at the girl in his arms.

"Three, two, one, all done!"

The shutter stops.

The evening breeze blows, and fallen leaves flutter down.

The film captures the warmth and happiness of everyday life.