The pushover offended a top-tier boss

The training courses were tedious and lengthy.

After the morning classes ended, Xu Nan took her to the cafeteria for lunch. The university's cafeteria was free and self-service, and the food was much better than their faculty cafeteria.

The two walked towards the cafeteria, and when they were halfway there, they saw a crowd gathered in front of them. Security guards were setting up a cordon, and several people who looked like school leaders were rushing over.

"I heard there's an economic forum at the university today, and a lot of leaders are here," someone nearby commented. "I just saw several black Hongqi cars go in."

Xu Nan stood on tiptoe to look in that direction, then suddenly grabbed Ye Zhenzhen's arm:

"Wow, Zhou Huaijin! The Party Secretary of the New District! Zhenzhen, look! He's so handsome!"

Ye Zhenzhen followed her gaze.

Amidst the crowd, a tall figure was walking towards the conference hall.

She knew that face all too well.

With his cold, aloof features and tightly pursed lips, he exudes an aura of "keep away."

Ye Zhenzhen froze instantly, feeling herself completely overwhelmed.

"Xu Nan, I... let's go eat..." She pulled Xu Nan and started to leave.

"Oh, Zhenzhen, are you silly!" Xu Nan grabbed her. "That's the Party Secretary of the new district, the top leader! What if he remembers us? Maybe we'll have a chance in the future!"

Ye Zhenzhen wanted to cry but had no tears.

He remembered me.

He really remembered me.

I remembered it in the way that said, "You're a woman with impure thoughts."

In the distance, Zhou Huaijin was listening to the school's principal explain the situation.

His gaze casually swept across the crowd.

He paused for a moment.

In the crowd, a figure wrapped in a bulky down jacket was desperately trying to shrink back, as if trying to squeeze himself into the holly bushes next to him.

is her.

The woman who ran out of his lounge crying.

Now he's huddled up like a quail, his head almost buried in his chest.

Feeling guilty?

Zhou Huaijin withdrew his gaze, his expression remaining unchanged, and continued to listen to the person in charge speak.

It must be a case of feigned indifference to lure the prey into a trap.

He told himself.

This woman has ulterior motives.

"Are there any events happening here?" he asked casually.

The school official quickly stepped forward: "Secretary, this conference hall is..." He flipped through the materials in his hand, "...It's the city-wide training conference for college student counselors. There are classes this afternoon."

Zhou Huaijin nodded.

"Um."

He glanced in that direction again; the figure had shrunk to the very back of the crowd, with only half of her hair in a bun showing.

"Some counselors definitely need proper training."

His tone was flat, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Lin Rui had been working alongside his leader for many years and knew that his leader was always very sparing with words.

This statement has a deeper meaning.

He followed the leader's gaze and pinpointed the figure desperately trying to shrink back.

Oh, there's that girl who ran out crying.

He leaned forward and tentatively asked, "Sir, would you like to take a look around?"

School leaders quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, Secretary, your presence would be a tremendous encouragement and guidance for the teachers!"

Zhou Huaijin glanced at the watch.

"What time does it start?"

"1:30 PM."

He lowered his eyes:

"Let's see."

-

After finishing their meal, Ye Zhenzhen and Xu Nan went to the school's coffee shop and bought a cup of coffee to calm their nerves.

Ye Zhenzhen ordered an Americano, which was terribly bitter, perfectly matching her current mood.

I had just carried my coffee toward the meeting room when my phone vibrated.

Work group message:

[Urgent Notice to All: Dear teachers, Comrade Zhou Huaijin, the Party Secretary of the New District, will be visiting our class this afternoon before class. Everyone must be present. Do not be late! Please reply upon receipt!]

Ye Zhenzhen's mind went blank.

Xu Nan screamed from the side, "Oh my god! Zhou Huaijin is coming! It's true what they say, what you long for will eventually come to pass! Let's go, let's go back!"

Ye Zhenzhen was completely numb.

It’s over.

She not only sat in the first row, but she also sat in the middle.

"Hurry up, Zhenzhen! What are you daydreaming about!"

"Xu Nan, you go first, I... I need to take this call..."

Ye Zhenzhen stood at the conference room door, holding her phone, her legs feeling like lead.

She glanced inside.

The seats were packed, with various school and college leaders squeezed into the back rows, all sitting upright and formally.

She huddled by the doorway and peeked out.

It shrank back again.

No, she's too scared to go in.

But if I get caught skipping class, I'm definitely doomed...

Ye Zhenzhen stood at the doorway, caught in a internal struggle.

In the distance, a group of people walked this way.

Zhou Huaijin walked steadily, his expression indifferent.

As he approached the door, he saw the figure huddled by the door.

It's her again.

He stood there like a silly goose, his face contorted in a dilemma as if he were making a life-or-death decision.

He paused slightly.

Immediately someone sternly reminded Ye Zhenzhen:

"Which school are you a teacher at? Get inside now!"

As the group drew closer, Ye Zhenzhen's body reacted before her mind.

He ran back to his seat as fast as he could.

Zhou Huaijin caught a glimpse of that fleeting figure out of the corner of his eye, and his brows furrowed slightly.

It runs faster than a rabbit.

She seems very afraid of herself?

Weren't you pretty brave that day?

In the conference room, the training instructor stood on the stage, his voice trembling with nervousness.

"Now...now, let's welcome Comrade Zhou Huaijin, the Party Secretary of the New District, to give us a speech!"

There was thunderous applause.

Zhou Huaijin walked onto the stage with a composed gait. He stood behind the podium, his gaze sweeping across the audience.

First row, middle, third position from the left.

The person seemed to want to hide their entire face inside their collar. Their hair was tied crookedly, with a few stray strands falling behind their neck.

His gaze darkened slightly as he looked away.

"Education is a fundamental national undertaking, and counselors are on the front lines of educational work..."

His deep voice carried throughout the conference room through the microphone, every word clearly enunciated.

Ye Zhenzhen lowered her head, staring at a scratch on the table, pretending to be a mushroom.

But she always felt that gaze sweep over her from time to time, like a laser beam, accurately landing on her, making her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.

In a daze, she seemed to smell that slightly bitter, woody scent again.

My heart was pounding so fast I couldn't breathe.

"...Regarding this year's graduate employment rate, could any of the teachers share their insights?"

As soon as Zhou Huaijin finished speaking, Xu Nan raised her hand.

"Good morning, leaders. I am Xu Nan, a counselor from the School of Literature at the Normal University," she said, standing up with poise and confidence. "Currently, our school's employment rates are as follows: 32% in state-owned enterprises, 45% in private enterprises, 15% in foreign-invested enterprises, and 8% in flexible employment..."

Zhou Huaijin nodded, his gaze sweeping across the audience.

It landed on the figure in the corner who was desperately trying to minimize his presence.

"Very good," he said. "You, the teacher's deskmate, can add to this."

Ye Zhenzhen: ? ? ?

She looked up abruptly and met a pair of deep eyes.

My heart skipped a beat.

Xu Nan gently tapped her arm from the side: "Zhenzhen... they're calling you..."

Ye Zhenzhen stood up stiffly.

It's over. It's over.

What did he ask again? She hadn't heard a word he said; all she could think about was "Don't look at me, don't look at me, don't look at me."

The man's gaze was so direct that everyone in the conference room followed his gaze.

"Boss, could you... please repeat the question again?" Her voice was trembling.

Zhou Huaijin looked at her, his thin lips slightly parted:

"Since this teacher was daydreaming just now, let's change the task—please have this teacher compile the employment data submitted by all the teachers today into a detailed report."

He paused, then added:

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Ye."

Ye Zhenzhen: ...

Ye Zhenzhen: ? ? ?

Ye Zhenzhen: !!

He really remembered her name?!