President, he can't control the Shura field.

Cheng Lian walked outside the car door, and Jian Fanchen opened the door to get out.

Before he got out of the car, Jiang Tang said, "Boss Jian, I'll watch you go upstairs safely before leaving."

These words were mainly for Cheng Lian to listen to.

"It's okay. Thank you for sending me off specially. Go back and work hard." Jian Fanchen said.

Cheng Lian heard Jiang Tang's voice on the phone just now, and was furious on the way here.But when he saw Jian Fanchen, he lost his temper.

After Jian Fanchen got out of the car, he closed the car door with a push.

Jian Fanchen looked at him, feeling somewhat guilty: "You can come out before the game is over?"

Cheng Lian was wearing a black mask, with slender eye tails and a little red eye sockets. It could be seen that he was tired from the continuous spinning game.

"Tomorrow is the afternoon show. If there is no delay, I want to come and see you." Cheng Lian's voice sounded lower through a mask.

I didn't think this kind of words before, but now Jian Fanchen heard it and wanted to turn around and run away.

But he is stable, he is the overlord, and the character set cannot collapse.

"I saw the premiere," Jian Fanchen said as naturally as possible, "Have the media and the judges blown your mind? No. [-] in the audience? That's ok."

With a smile hidden in his eyes, Cheng Lian nodded slightly.

"Before the broadcast, the program team kept it secret, and I will call you as soon as it is broadcast." Cheng Lian's tone was very light.

Jian Fanchen was very embarrassed when he heard it, and forcefully explained: "When you called just now, the department was practicing for Jiang Tang."

"Where is he going?" Cheng Lian looked sideways at the car window.

"Go back to their house," Jian Fanchen said, "to inherit the family business."

Cheng Lian was not interested in other people's affairs, especially when he saw Jiang Tang watching him through the car window.

"Mr. Jian, I brought you a present in the car, I'll go get it for you."

Jian Fanchen looked at the car parked on the side of the road, and he was too embarrassed to ask someone to walk back and forth, so he said, "I'll go with you."

Jian Fanchen watched him go to the trunk of the car, scratched his neck, and said, "Actually, you don't need to buy me a gift. Don't be distracted when the game is such an important moment."

Cheng Lian brought over a black gift bag and said, "I ordered this a while ago, and I'll bring it to you if I have time. The announcements will be full, and I may not have time to come."

Jian Fanchen took it and recognized that the logo on it was a well-known flower brand, specializing in preserved flowers.

"Thank you," he said.

"Open it and have a look." Cheng Lian said.

At this time, the request for a gift is opened on the spot, and it is not easy for the recipient to refuse.

Jian Fanchen took the box out of the paper bag, and Cheng Lian took the paper bag smoothly.

The dark blue leather box is very textured. Jian Fanchen pursed his lips and opened the box.

The glass cover lying in the box is glowing with stars, and inside the glass is a white rose.

Cheng Lian always felt that Jian Fanchen was like a white rose in his heart, very translucent white, noble and sacred, and no one dared to desecrate it.

"It's so beautiful." Jian Fanchen picked it up and saw his initials on the flower seat.

Under the light, the glass reflects the broken star points, making the whole flower look more delicate, making people have to hold it in their hands.

"It's fine if you like it." Cheng Lian took off his mask suddenly, Jian Fanchen's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively took half a step back.

He had a bad feeling about why he took off his mask.

In order not to make the movements look too deliberate, he looked down at the flowers again, as if he wanted to appreciate them from a different angle.

"Mr. Jian." Without the isolation of the mask, the deep voice became clearer, "What do you think... "The Highway to the End of the World"?"

Jian Fanchen raised his head and met his gaze. He is now embarrassed to even look at each other: "It's very good. I see it's on the trending searches, and the number of views has broken the record."

Cheng Lian just laughed.

Seeing him smiling, Jian Fanchen panicked even more.

Just smiled at one person, and more than once.

It's dangerous no matter how you look at it.

He pursed his lips, and quickly changed the subject: "You became famous overnight, didn't the company tell you not to take off your mask when you go out?"

Cheng Lian looked at him for a few seconds before replying, "I wear it all the time, but I see that you don't want to wear it."

He felt that the mask blocked him, preventing him from feeling Jian Fanchen's breath.

It is the kind of very natural deodorant, which makes people very fascinated.

Jian Fanchen licked the ground with his toes: "..."

The iceberg suddenly turned into a greasy iceberg.

He put the flowers back into the box and said, "You will be a superstar in the future, you still have to be careful, be careful of the paparazzi."

Cheng Lian was silent for a few seconds, then put on the mask again.

"You can relax and play normally, anyway, you are already popular." Jian Fanchen put the box back into the bag, and looked back at Jiangtang's car in the distance.Not gone yet.

"You go up, Boss Jian, go to bed early." Cheng Lian followed his gaze.

"You go back early, don't run around." Even though he said this, he knew that this was probably the last time Cheng Lian was so free.

After watching Jian Fanchen enter the gate, Cheng Lian turned around and got into his car.As soon as he fastened his seat belt, Jiang Tang's car drove away.

Jian Fanchen finally relaxed, throwing himself on the sofa with a headache.Today is another day with too much information. He still hasn't digested how Cheng Lian likes him.

This plot line was ruined by him, he felt that he had cheated the male protagonists.He was so kind to them purely because he wanted them to leave quickly, and not to hold grudges against him after they became successful.

Now he can only pray that these male protagonists will hurry up and start their careers, the farther away from him the better.

Jian Fanchen fell asleep on the sofa exhausted physically and mentally.When I was woken up by the driver's phone call the next day, I remembered that today I was going back to my alma mater to discuss a public welfare project.

He donated a library to No. [-] Middle School earlier, and it was officially opened this month.Jian Fanchen doesn't like to be too high-profile, so he didn't go to the ribbon-cutting ceremony.But this time it was the former head teacher who came forward to invite him, so it was hard for him not to go.

Because he was going back to school, he specially wore a sweater, just like his favorite when he was a student.

When the head teacher saw him, he said that he hadn't changed at all. At 25, he was still the same as when he was 15 when he first entered school.

"You were a student who gave me a headache at the time." The head teacher said.

"How is it possible? Am I not a three-good student?" Jian Fanchen didn't remember much before his awakening, but he was a top student for sure.

"You are number one in your grade, you are a member of the student union, and you are handsome. Everyone wants to chase you. I have to block people every day, otherwise the whole class will not be able to attend class." The head teacher took him around the previous classroom. .

Jian Fanchen was a little embarrassed again. He tried hard to recall his high school experience, but he was afraid that he would not be able to answer.

The head teacher went to the office and took him a folder: "It is said that these are letters written to you that were confiscated by the teachers of various subjects back then. I recently moved the office and found them for me."

Jian Fanchen accepted it awkwardly, feeling that he had received something that did not belong to him.

The teacher in charge joked, "I hope I didn't delay your peach blossom."

Jian Fanchen scratched his head and asked about the library.The head teacher took him to the new library.

"How is it? Haven't you seen it yet? It's special, isn't it?"

Jian Fanchen didn't come when the ribbon was cut, and only saw it in the photos. Such a building is considered a big project for a middle school library.The shell-like shape saves space and does not block the sight of the teaching building.The glass dome also makes use of natural lighting, which is environmentally friendly and energy-saving.On the whole, it is the merger of beauty and practicality.

The head teacher said: "In addition to this library, the rest of the money has also set up a student fund, called the Chenguang Foundation."

"Student fund?" Jian Fanchen stopped in his tracks, "How come there is still money left?"

The head teacher nodded of course: "Of course, don't you know? Because the design fee is saved, an alumni architect provided the design for free."

"Which designer?" Jian Fanchen asked, he was very interested in this design.

The homeroom teacher shook his head: "I don't know about that, it's said to be quite mysterious, I contacted the principal through some association, and the real person never showed up. But it should be an alumni, otherwise, who would know our campus so well, and give it away for free. "

After visiting the library with the company of the head teacher, I had a dinner with the school leaders at noon to talk about the upcoming public welfare projects.

Because apart from the principal, the others at the dinner were former subject teachers who had taught Jian Fanchen.In order to thank him, the principal took out the good wine brewed in his hometown.The teachers drank, and Jian Fanchen was embarrassed not to drink, but the alcohol was not as powerful as the teachers, and he was already a little dizzy after lunch.

When he left, he didn't inform the driver, and planned to walk around the school by himself.

He likes the cold drink shop at the crossing the most, so he went in and ordered a cup of grapefruit tea to soothe his hangover.While sitting and waiting for his meal, he knocked the folder given by the class teacher to the ground, and a photo of him slipped out.

In the photo, he is wearing a blue and white school uniform, looking back at the camera in the crowd.

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