Crossflow

Finally surviving until the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Tao Fengche ignored Yan Yi who wanted to talk to him, hurriedly said "I have something to do now", and hurriedly put on his mobile phone and went out.

After walking to the corner of the corridor, he took a deep breath and dialed Sui Yuesheng's phone number.

"Beep, beep, beep"

A steady and monotonous notification sound came from the receiver, and Tao Fengche silently counted the beats, one after another.

When he began to wonder whether the waiting time for the call was really so long, the "beep" that had just sounded stopped abruptly.

Sui Yuesheng answered the phone.

The environment he was in at the moment seemed to be a little noisy, and there were some small conversations coming from the receiver, but he couldn't make out what he was saying.

After a while, the background sound disappeared, and Tao Fengche only had the sound of Sui Yuesheng's shallow breathing remaining in his ears.

He still didn't speak, and waited silently for Tao Fengche to explain why he came.

The recess time between classes was only 10 minutes, and Tao Fengche couldn't continue to follow Yuesheng who had better patience: "Brother, is it convenient for you to talk now?"

Dow's top floor, large meeting room.

The private mobile phone in front of Sui Yuesheng kept vibrating, he glanced at the screen, made a pause gesture, then put on the Bluetooth headset, and pressed the answer button: "Speak."

"Are you in a meeting?" Tao Fengche glanced at the time subconsciously, belatedly remembering Tao's regular meeting every Monday morning.He didn't exchange any more greetings, he apologized and turned to the topic, "I accidentally put your documents in my schoolbag last night, and I just found out. Did you send someone over to get them, or should I send someone over to you? "

"So it's with you." Sui Yuesheng lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, "It's okay, it's not something very important. You put it away first, and put it back on my desktop at night."

Tao Fengche was a little strange: "Isn't that the phase one clinical trial report of the new drug?"

"Well, that's why I asked you to keep it." Sui Yuesheng pondered for a moment, and then explained a little more, "I have an electronic backup here, and I just found out that the paper copy was missing, so I suspected it was left at home. Reprinted."

Tao Fengche let out a long breath: "That's good."

Finally, Sui Yuesheng was not delayed. He thought for a while, and then asked: "Have you seen my Chinese test paper? It is similar in size and thickness to that report. I suspect that it was because I accidentally packed my things. It was reversed."

Hearing this, Sui Yuesheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "Wait."

He rummaged through the pile of documents in front of him, and actually found a Chinese volume that had been brought in behind a financial report.

It may not be appropriate to say "Zhang". After all, even the test papers and answer sheets are really thick in the hand. No matter the size or the paper quality, they are very similar to the report that disappeared. No wonder Tao Fengche Will get it wrong.

While Sui Yuesheng was thinking, he opened the test paper and looked at it.The handwriting is clear and meaningful, with silver hooks drawn on iron, and at first glance it is somewhat similar to the words written by himself.

But there is still a difference—Tao Fengche's Na always writes very long, and the strokes are also sharp, showing the sharpness of his characters.

But except for the period when he had just returned to China and Tao Fengche's stress period hadn't passed, he had always acted very harmless and gentle in front of him.

Even if Sui Yuesheng tilted his head to reject his kiss, Tao Fengche would not force it, and just looked at him pitifully with innocent dog eyes, waiting for his heart to soften and show mercy.

...He is special to Tao Fengche, and only when dealing with him, Tao Fengche will have such an attitude.

Sui Yuesheng is well aware of this, but every time he finds another evidence of Tao Fengche's "double standard", his mood will become better.

"Do you want someone to send the paper to you?" Sui Yuesheng said with a smile.

There is only one Chinese class today, and except for the composition, the entire paper has been commented in class, and the penalty stand has been finished.Feng Hui said before get out of class was over that those people who didn't bring their test papers would bring their answer sheets over for her to check tomorrow. It would be pointless to ask people to bring their test papers over now, but it would be a waste of time for no reason.

Tao Fengche thought for a moment: "Forget it."

Sui Yuesheng didn't bother, and nodded slightly: "Okay, then I'll have a meeting first, and if you change your mind, please contact Assistant Zhou."

Before the voice landed, he hung up the phone without delay, as if he didn't have any souvenirs, and he just wanted to have a meeting.

Sui Yuesheng hung up the phone so quickly that before Tao Fengche could even react, he stared blankly at the blacked-out phone screen for a while, shook his head helplessly, and put it away.

Sui Yuesheng has always been such a workaholic character that no relatives recognize when he works, and Tao Fengche has long been used to it.He was already content with being able to suspend the meeting to answer his phone call, and tell him calmly for a long time.

— After all, other people are not treated so well.

If someone else made such a low-level mistake, it would be thankful not to be reprimanded by Sui Yuesheng.

Tao Fengche smacked for a long time, tasting some sweetness from it, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, like a bear that has just stolen a beehive.

He returned to class and put the report that was in the drawer into his schoolbag properly.

After lunch, Tao Fengche and Wang Yuan parted ways at the entrance of the cafeteria—Wang Yuan went back to the dormitory, and he went back to the classroom.

The school did not force students to have lunch break at school, Tao Fengche used to go to lunch with Wang Yuan outside the school, and then find a coffee shop to sit for a while.I have also been to the game city when it is more leisurely.

All in all, I often hang out outside the school, and never return to the class easily until the last few minutes before class in the afternoon.

But since Sui Yuesheng froze his bank card in the first half of the year, and recharged his meal card with six figures, the cash-strapped Tao Fengche had no choice but to choose to have lunch in the cafeteria, and then It is logical to return to the class for lunch break, and it becomes a habit over time.Even now that the bank card has been unfrozen, he seldom eats outside the school.

During the lunch break, there are all kinds of beings in the class, those who lie on the table to take a nap, those who write homework quickly, those who wear headphones and play games to catch up on the time to catch up with the drama... They do everything, the only thing in common is that they don't make a sound.

Although there is no explicit regulation in the school, and no one is sent to check the discipline, but this is already a recognized rule.

Tao Fengche quietly returned to his seat, his footsteps were very light.He went to bed early last night, and he is not feeling sleepy yet. He originally wanted to turn out the math paper and write half of it, but changed his mind temporarily.

He opened his schoolbag, took out the report from the folder in the exercise book, spread it out and flipped through it.

The purpose of the first-phase clinical trial of a drug is to study the tolerance of the human body to a new drug, propose a preliminary dosing regimen, and guide the next phase of clinical trials. It is an indispensable part of a new drug before it goes on the market.

Tao Fengche has been studying in the research institute since he was in middle school. Although this is a new type of synthetic drug that he has never been exposed to, it is not difficult to take it.

The report was only a dozen pages in total, and Tao Fengche finished it word by word, and found that the results were good—only a small number of subjects experienced first-level adverse reactions, and the dosage recommendations given for the second phase of the experiment were also very accurate. This report is rigorous in terms of words, concise in writing, without the slightest repetition.

Tao Fengche turned the report to the first page, and saw a familiar name on the line of the reporter: Wang Chengzhi, the director of the Synthetic Drug Research Office, had visited the factory with him before.

...If it is Director Wang, it is not surprising to write documents of this level.

Tao Fengche thought, and turned to the last page again, staring at the attached abnormal situation report and fell into deep thought.

During this experiment, something went wrong.

This is a special drug that has not yet been marketed. The subjects of the first phase of clinical trials should be healthy volunteers, but Wang Chengzhi reported that a patient got mixed into the volunteers through special means.

Although his identity was exposed on the second day of the trial, he was expelled from the trial group, and he was still facing lawsuits, and did not cause any loss to the trial, but the fact that he was able to sneak into the trial group is worth pondering .

How on earth did he get in here?

Is it a commercial espionage planted by a competing company, or someone in the research institute was bought?

... Sui Yuesheng is currently working with Jiang Jingyun to suppress the business of the Red Gang and look for evidence of their crimes.The Red Gang made their fortunes from Tao Zhixing's generation. Although they also bribed some officials to make them their own umbrella, their tentacles still failed to reach the level of parliamentarians.

During this period of time, Jingpu has strictly investigated smuggling, and the Red Gang has suffered heavy losses, especially the arms business. Almost all of them have stopped, and they have not come out to do many activities. It seems that they have stopped a lot.

But it's hard to say that this incident from the research institute is not a precursor to the red gang's counterattack.

Tao Fengche's brows were tightened, but he couldn't think of a clue. After a long while, he let out a long breath.

After reading this report, Sui Yuesheng probably got angry again.

... No, there is an electronic version of the report, and he has asked Assistant Zhou to reprint it, so he probably has already read it by now.

Tao Fengche sighed silently, not knowing what he could do to help.

There is a high probability that Sui Yuesheng is still angry now. Sending him a message or calling him directly is easy to add fuel to the fire, and it is very likely to get himself on fire.

Tao Fengche thought for a while, took out a piece of sticky note, drew a Q version of a small volcano on it with a pencil, added some magma to the side, and added a "╬" in the upper right corner to express his anger.

Finally, he wrote a line of words under the erupting volcano one stroke at a time - "Don't be angry, it has already pissed you off".

Tao Fengche squinted his eyes and looked at it for a moment. He was very satisfied with the finished product, so he carefully pasted it on the last page of the report, and solemnly put the report into his schoolbag.

After school, Tao Fengche returned home excitedly, but only found the overcoat that Sui Yuesheng wore when he went out in the morning.

Meeting Tao Fengche's inquisitive eyes, Xu Song explained with a smile: "Master Sui came back just now, went to the study to get some things, changed his clothes, and left in a hurry. He said he had something to do with Mr. Jiang at night. If we want to talk, we won’t come back for dinner.”

"Okay." Tao Fengche nodded.

Ever since he established a romantic relationship with Yuesheng, and confirmed that Jiang Jingyun's following Yuesheng was just a brother of the same school, without any contact or emotion beyond friendship, Tao Fengche's aversion to this Mr. Senator was much less.

What is left now is not so much disgust as jealousy—jealousy of the time that Jiang Jingyun spent more time with Yuesheng than he did.

During the ten years Sui Yue was born in the Western Continent, Tao Fengche was completely absent.

But he is not in a hurry, after all, they are still young, and there are still many, many ten years left.Whether it's the next one or the next one...he will always be by Sui Yuesheng's side.

Tao Fengche thought about it, then turned his head and told Xu Song, "Serve the food first, I'll be down right away."

He refused the servant's help, went into the study alone with his schoolbag on his back, turned out the report and placed it on Sui Yuesheng's desk, and deliberately changed it to the backside up position, wanting to surprise Sui Yuesheng.

Sui Yuesheng should be happier when he sees that small volcano, right?Tao Fengche thought to himself.

He turned to leave, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something on his desk.With a thought in his heart, he quickly stepped forward to pick it up, and sure enough, it was the paper that was taken away by Sui Yuesheng.

And there was something extra in the blank space above the test paper—a puppy drawn with a pen, lying on the ground, drooling in sleep.

Yes, it should be a dog, right?

Looks a bit like a Samoyed?

Tao Fengche looked at it uncertainly for a long time, but still failed to identify its species.

No one is perfect, even Sui Yuesheng is not good at things, for example...painting.

The strokes of this small painting can almost be called immature, but each stroke is carefully drawn, and the shape is also grasped very accurately, as if it was drawn according to an example of a stick figure.

Probably because he was afraid that he would not understand, there is a series of gradually decreasing "z" beside the puppy's head.

What was Sui Yuesheng's mood when he was drawing this puppy during his work break?

Is it as happy and satisfied as he is now?

Or maybe it was the same as when he painted the small volcano, with a little apprehension, but more anticipation?

The corners of Tao Fengche's mouth raised uncontrollably, he didn't need to look in the mirror to know that he was probably smiling silly now, but he couldn't care less about it anymore——

He placed the paper by the window, and took out a few hardcover books from the bookcase as props for posing, then carefully placed the puppy in the center of the photo, and pressed the shooting button.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the photo editing software, and fumbled for a long time to photo.Then, he set this photo as the background of Moments, cut out the puppy separately, and put it in the middle layer of the wallet.