A world where love reigns supreme? This is truly chaotic!

Arriving at the familiar botanical garden again, the winter botanical garden obviously has an added sense of coldness. A light white frost has settled on the branches and vines that are covered around the garden. In another month, it will probably be below zero. I can't even imagine how cold it must be inside the garden.

Guangchang turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. The moment he entered, he saw a horrifying scene from his direct line of sight: Yan Xingmeng was lying motionless on the clean and tidy entrance floor below the steps in the central area.

Is this some kind of crime drama being filmed? It's terrifying! Guangchang silently stared at Yan Xingmeng, who remained motionless, her head tilted to the other side, her expression completely hidden as she lay prone. Guangchang had no choice but to close the door and slowly move forward.

There's a strange feeling of knowing it's a scam, but still wanting to walk into it.

Upon getting closer, Guangchang glanced at the black machine that Yan Xingmeng was still holding in her left hand. Well, generally speaking, it was still that remote control, but Guangchang was not at ease. What if it was a modified stun gun? Perhaps the last time it was powered on had given her another inspiration.

"President..." Guangchang called out first but received no response. Having no other choice, he squatted down and called out softly again.

Looking at Yan Xingmeng's face, her messy and voluminous hair was draped over her shoulders, some of it falling in front of her face. On anyone else, it might have made her look like a ghost, but Yan Xingmeng was able to withstand it with her outstanding looks. As the saying goes, fair skin covers a hundred flaws. Even if you couldn't see her features clearly, her delicate and fair skin would make people feel that this girl was very beautiful at first glance.

If you sprinkle some flowers around you, you can take great photos.

This time, the call finally received a response from the president. Yan Xingmeng's body moved a little bit, but she did not get up. Instead, she simply remained on the ground and slowly curled up. In the face covered by her hair, Guang Chen could still vaguely see her slightly puffed-out cheeks.

The president is unhappy.

He glanced again at the black machine in her hand. Oh no, it might really be an electric shock device.

Guangchang sighed softly and simply sat down on the floor, which was so shiny it could reflect light. He kept a distance of thirty centimeters from the president and asked again in a low voice, "What's wrong now?"

"I called you here, why didn't you come?" Yan Xingmeng finally said after a few seconds, her tone slightly annoyed.

That's all...

"That's because it coincided with Jiang Xintong's matter, didn't you also say that you wanted me to accompany her more..." At this point, Guang Chen stopped, because he suddenly remembered the situation when he chatted with Sun Weizecheng a few days ago. Sun Weizecheng specifically explained that some things cannot be judged by appearances alone. The president also has times when he feels uncomfortable. Could it be... that this is the result of accumulated feelings now?

Guangchang could clearly see that the president's cheeks had puffed out even more.

"President..." Guangchang said with a hint of helplessness.

"I've always assumed there's some kind of unspoken understanding between us," the president said angrily once again.

To be honest, there is indeed a tacit understanding between them, and this tacit understanding has even surprised many people.

"Yes, yes, we have a tacit understanding. President, can you please stop being angry? Please sit up first, okay? The ground is cold." Guangchang Chen didn't know whether he should help him up. He couldn't remember ever having any physical contact with the president. At most, the other person would grab his arm.

The next second, Yan Xingmeng nodded, first raising her left hand and reaching out to Guang Guangchen. It was a slender and long hand, with a soft honey-colored glow in the light. Guang Guangchen then reached out to support her and helped the president up little by little.

This time she could finally see the president's face. Yan Xingmeng sat up and began to tidy her messy hair, but after glancing at Guang Yuchen, she puffed out her cheeks, snorted, and turned her head to the other side.

Again?

Thinking about it, it makes sense. Between the two choices, she resolutely chose the third option—no, Jiang Xintong. Yan Xingmeng seemed a little unhappy. If Jiang Xintong knew this, she would probably be overjoyed for half a day.

"Blinded by greed," Yan Xingmeng commented.

“That’s 30,000 a month!” Guangchang Chen emphasized. Just then, he suddenly realized something and looked at Yan Xingmeng. It seemed that Yan Xingmeng had always called him by his name and had an inexplicable sense of respect for him, but she had never thought of controlling him by giving him money. Before Jiang Xintong, the only person who gave him money was Secretary Shan.

Yan Xingmeng saw that he had realized it, and she snorted again. The president was really a little willful today, which was a bit like Jiang Xintong.

"Giving you money changes everything, and if I really give you money, would you dare to accept it? Would you be willing to follow all my arrangements?"

Guang Chen immediately denied this, shaking his head.

It could be said that Jiang Xintong was giving him money hoping he would be an obedient subordinate. However, following the chairman's requirements, even though the income would be higher, Guangchang Chen felt that the chairman wasn't looking for a subordinate at all, but rather someone who would simply obey...

It's right not to pay; otherwise, the nature of the situation would be different.

"I know, but you don't need to make up such a lame excuse, do you? You didn't see how Secretary Shan's face turned red when he was forced to do this by an honest man."

"You're lying, why would Yimo blush when she's with you?"

"It's just a metaphor..."

"Nonsense analogy."

After a brief banter, Guangchang realized that even after that incident, she no longer felt awkward chatting with the president when they met again. Just as she said, the two of them had indeed developed a kind of wonderful tacit understanding.

“Don’t you understand, Yi Mo? The more clumsy the reason, the more interesting it is, isn’t it?” Yan Xingmeng said.

Guangchang didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

Yan Xingmeng raised her right index finger and twirled it upwards, saying, "If this were a true story, and Yi Mo came to find you in a hurry, and you came to the infirmary and found me lying there unharmed, you would definitely be angry, and might even say a few words to me. But a clumsy excuse is different; it sounds like a lie. So, should you come or not? If you come, wouldn't that be coming with the implicit approval of all my actions? Hmm? Doesn't that sound like what people usually call 'romance'?"

"It's not about romance, it's just a bunch of twisted logic." Guangchang reached out and poked Yan Xingmeng's forehead twice with his index finger. She was talking as if the two of them were having a secret rendezvous. Guangchang glanced at her favorability rating, which was still at 39 points. See? As long as it doesn't reach 40 points, Guangchang will absolutely not believe this kind of talk!

Ah, I'm starting to realize how useful this favorability rating is; otherwise, who knows how many times we'd make wrong judgments...

Yan Xingmeng took two hits, but still snorted defiantly. This time, she finally stood up and walked to the central platform first. The spot where the sunlight shone was the main table. Guang Chen could only see stacks of documents piled up there, and he was speechless.

"Ha... there's still so much work to do, all because someone was late..."

"Don't lie, I was only an hour late." Guangchang ruthlessly exposed this.

Originally, I planned to rush back to the classroom during the fifteen-minute break, but now there are only two or three minutes left. However, Yan Xingmeng has no intention of letting me leave. She pointed to the chair next to her and said, "Sit down and stay with me for an hour."

"I still have class."

“That’s easy.” Yan Xingmeng went around to the back of the main desk, opened a drawer, took out a laptop, fiddled with it for a bit, and then pressed enter. The screen showed the live feed of his Class 4, Grade 11, facing the podium.

Yan Xingmeng handed him the earphones, smiled with narrowed eyes, and said, "Put on the earphones and listen slowly."

Is this, this, this right?

"There are also textbooks for each subject in the drawer below."

That's a bit of an exaggeration!

Guang Guangchen hesitated for two seconds, then reached out and took the headphones, putting them on. Immediately, the two maintained another tacit understanding. Yan Xingmeng was extremely serious when she entered work mode, her expression showing no trace of her previous willful demeanor. Those thin-rimmed glasses seemed to be a seal, binding all her personality except for work. Guang Guangchen was much the same, because he also had someone he absolutely could not lose to. He listened very carefully in class and took notes.

Two classes passed in the blink of an eye, lasting a full hour and a half, and Yan Xingmeng finally stopped writing.

When Guangchang took off his headphones and turned around, he bumped into Yan Xingmeng, who was resting her chin on her hand, tilting her head, and looking at him with a smile and amusement.

People who take advantage of their beauty to do whatever they want are all bastards.

"You're so focused, Guangchang."

"Same to you, it's about time to leave. They're all so willful." Guangchang lowered his voice after the last part, afraid that the president would be willful again and lock the door.

"Oh, we've been here quite a while." This time, Yan Xingmeng didn't stay in her original spot. Instead, she got up and walked down the platform with Guangchang Chen as if they were taking a stroll, heading towards the entrance.

Just as they were about to reach the door, Yan Xingmeng suddenly spoke up: "May I ask a question I'm curious about?"

"Hmm? What's the problem?" Guangchang Chen turned around.

"What exactly is a moment?" Yan Xingmeng tilted her head and smiled faintly.

A moment? A moment?

What are these keywords?

Guangchang quickly began searching his mind for information related to the keyword "moment," until...

"Actually, I did have a moment with you..."

Ah... I remember now...

Guangchang stared blankly at Yan Xingmeng.

So you're still a little angry, right?

68. Of course it's because of you!

"President..."

"Ok?"

"You still remember?"

“I haven’t forgotten at all.” Yan Xingmeng said, shaking her head. Her tone didn’t betray a hint of unhappiness, but the more she did so, the more flustered Guang Chen became. He glanced at the doorknob, less than twenty centimeters away, then looked at Yan Xingmeng’s hands behind her back. Hahaha… she’d definitely get an electric shock if she opened the door…

Guangchang had no choice but to accept this reality in his heart. Then, with a smile, he raised his left hand and gestured again to the location of the central platform. Yan Xingmeng nodded in understanding, and the two returned to their original positions and sat down one after another. At worst, they would have their third class here.

Guang Chen observed the president's expression. The president maintained his faint smile and asked again, "What exactly is 'a moment'?"

Guangchang sighed softly and said, "It was that time, the last time we met at the botanical garden before that, that you said to me before you left, 'Let's meet outside next time.' Maybe I was touched by your words at that moment."

Guang Guangchen wasn't lying at all. If the chairman didn't get to the bottom of things, he definitely wouldn't let him go. So, Guang Guangchen confessed honestly.

"Is that why?" Yan Xingmeng hadn't expected it to be such a simple matter.

Guangchang glanced at her and said, "Everyone reacts differently to things that move them, and some theories and logic don't apply to everyone. Some people are moved when they fall down by accident and someone helps them up. And as I said, it's just for a moment."

"If it was only for a moment, why did you tell me this at the end?"

amount……

Guangchang Chen hesitated, realizing this only belatedly. Later, he felt that even if he hadn't said it, it wouldn't have mattered. But he had said it, naturally to find relief. Yet, in just a moment, it had come to the point of expressing relief? Wasn't that a bit...?

"When emotions get the better of you, you just say it."

"Oh? Guangchang, are you really that emotionally invested in me? Even a moment of that intensity can be so damaging?" Yan Xingmeng looked at him with a defiant expression, gently touching her cheek with her left finger, waiting for his answer.

See? What you can think of, the president will naturally think of too.

Why bring up the past? It's all in the past.

"What does it matter? It's just casual conversation. Let's chat for another five minutes, okay?" Yan Xingmeng glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer and asked Guangchang with a hint of pleading in her voice.

This is a privilege exclusive to pretty girls; their good looks lead to a high success rate in making requests.

Seeing that Guangchang remained silent, Yan Xingmeng continued to ask with delight, "I remember that after Han Junche left our student council in a huff, he went to find you and said a lot of unpleasant things to you. Was it because of what happened back then that you made this decision?"

Han Junche?

When this person was mentioned, Guangchang Chen was a little confused. He gradually realized that the president seemed to have misunderstood.

"What does this have to do with Han Junche?"

"Is it okay?"

"It doesn't really matter... He was so upset back then, I didn't really hear what he was saying. Whether it was the truth or a lie, it doesn't matter. President, how could you interpret it that way?"

Guangchang's counter-question reversed the situation, turning the tables and making it Yan Xingmeng the one who needed to explain and answer.

Yan Xingmeng's expression became slightly wooden. Perhaps her answer was a bit casual. After all, profound topics are often approached by starting with the basics and gradually delving deeper, until you get the answer she wants to hear. But she didn't expect to make a mistake right from the start...

"If it's not because of Han Junche, then what is it because of?"

After hearing this, Guang Chen let out a long sigh, raised his right hand, pointed his index finger at a ninety-degree angle at Yan Xingmeng, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Of course it's because of you, President. How can you not understand?"

hum...

For a moment, Yan Xingmeng even experienced a slight ringing in her ears, but she quickly recovered. She blinked repeatedly and said in a deep voice, "Because of me?"

"Um... President, you don't need to take it personally. To be honest, there was a moment of truth to it. Since you've brought it up now, I'll be frank and admit it. But after learning what you were thinking, I quickly adjusted my mood. I always prided myself on never dating in high school, yet this happened. It's a lesson learned, and I'll take it to heart in the future. So, President, please don't ask any more questions." Guang Chen spoke these words with a tone of helplessness mixed with casualness, as if he weren't the protagonist of the story, but merely recounting a short tale.

Yan Xingmeng was a little confused. What was my thought?

"How did you confirm it? What if..."

“There’s no chance of anything going on, President.” Guang Guangchen straightened up and leaned closer. This time it was Guang Guangchen who took the initiative. He pointed to his eyes and said, “My eyes can see everything clearly.”

Yes, it means exactly what it says.

The core reason why Guang Guangchen didn't prolong this moment wasn't Han Junche's outburst or the vice president's tattling, but rather the favorability rating that Guang Guangchen saw with his own eyes. It's like the saying that people have three major illusions, one of which is whether she likes me. Guang Guangchen can avoid this very well. The numbers don't lie. Many people will blindly expect to have a deeper relationship with the other person because reality doesn't have a progress bar, and no one knows where the end is.

Some seemingly ambiguous behaviors and words can keep many people tossing and turning at night, unable to sleep. They forget the more than 90% of the other person's behavior that dislikes them, and instead recall the remaining 10% of ambiguous moments, living in their own fantasy.

Guangchang chose to extricate himself, abandoning this misconception, and believed that the hardships would make him more determined.

"I can't agree with that." Yan Xingmeng stopped smiling and even frowned in anger.

"But that's the truth. Emotions don't need logic, and... even now, President, you're angry about this, but your feelings for me still don't reach the level of romantic love, right?" Guangchang said bluntly. Since they wouldn't let him leave, he might as well tell the truth.

This might be completely different from what the president originally envisioned. Yan Xingmeng originally thought she would just ask Guang Chen to admit that he had liked her and then stop there, but she didn't expect the topic to change like this...

Sigh, Guang Chen also sensed the somewhat oppressive atmosphere. If Yan Xingmeng hadn't stopped him and had just let him leave, today's trip would have been quite relaxing and enjoyable in retrospect...

"..." Yan Xingmeng was speechless. As a contestant who had just participated in the school's open debate class and won the championship, she was now speechless. The question asked by the other party had reached a point where she could not answer it.

"If there are no other questions, I'll head back now." Guang Chen realized that five minutes had passed without him noticing, and Yan Xingmeng still hadn't reacted. He got up and left the central platform. This time, his steps were more natural than before. Based on his understanding of the president, the president probably had no reason to linger. He then pressed the doorknob, and sure enough, everything was fine. He left the botanical garden without any problems.

Yan Xingmeng sat calmly in the main seat, lost in thought for a long time, and then the black remote control she had been holding fell to the ground.

Her feelings were complicated, and the opinions of some people from the past gradually surfaced in her mind. A faint sadness flashed in her eyes, and then she buried her head, resting her forehead on her left arm. She needed some quiet time.

……

Guangchang felt that he might not see the president for a while, but it would only be for a short time. Knowing the president as he did, adjusting her mood was a piece of cake for her.

A person's nature is not so easily influenced by a few words from others.