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Chapter 810: The number one on the leaderboard is having trouble sleeping again tonight (12)

"Life...assistant...?"

He subtly expressed his disagreement with a questioning tone, and even Bian Yan could hear Lao Xu's opinion. Song Zhishu, however, pulled the person directly to his side, his face glowing and his smile radiant, like a sparkling diamond: "Yes, my personal assistant, isn't she great?"

Since Song Zhishu had already reacted this way, Old Xu couldn't say anything more. He didn't have the right to interfere in the young lady's life.

He nodded, his expression shifting smoothly and naturally. When he looked at Bian Yan again, he even showed approval: "Hmm, not bad. At such a young age, you seem very organized and patient. It's also rare to see someone so composed. Given time, you'll definitely be able to achieve great things with Miss!"

Side extension: O_o

What are you muttering about?

He has never been praised like this in his entire life.

Although he felt confused and didn't quite understand, he still adhered to the principle of being polite to people who meant him no harm, so he bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for your compliment."

He looked exactly the same, which surprised Uncle Xu.

Oh my, he actually knows how to be polite!

Uncle Xu left with a slight sense of satisfaction and a great deal of dissatisfaction and worry.

Song Zhishu stopped, took out a parasol from her bag, and handed it to Bian Yan without looking at him. The latter, however, opened it with practiced ease, shielding her from the scorching sun.

Song Zhishu, who was about to issue a command, paused, turned around, and stared at him intently. Bian Yan seemed even more confused than she was, tilting his head and asking in a low voice, "Isn't it like this?"

Song Zhishu turned around, not hiding her emotions: "Yes. I was just a little surprised that you were so skilled at using a large umbrella."

Her voice was a little soft this time, and her hair was covering her ears, so I couldn't hear her clearly. So I bent down and leaned very close to her: "What?"

Song Zhishu was startled. When she turned her head, she finally met his pair of long, beautiful, and exquisitely delicate phoenix eyes.

His pupils were an unseen black, like an impenetrable fog, while his irises were a pale gray with a faint, shimmering red.

The upward curve of his eyes was wicked but not seductive; it should have exuded a wicked charm, but the indifference and coldness that accompanied it like a shadow forcefully suppressed that allure, making him seem unapproachable instead. Song Zhishu, having seen all sorts of people, was not stunned by this.

Because she had never been in such close contact with a man before, her complexion was a little abnormal. Just as she was about to stand further away, she suddenly felt a chill.

It emanated from Bian Yan.

He exuded an unusual coldness, like an ice block in the sweltering summer heat. Now, standing with her at such an abnormal distance, he dispelled some of the heat, even lessening the anxiety that had arisen in her heart due to the weather.

Song Zhishu stopped his movement as he was about to withdraw, stood up straight as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and savored his whispered words.

"I was surprised that you were so skilled at holding a parasol for people."

She repeated it in a tone that was neither good nor bad.

Bian Yan suddenly realized what was happening. After understanding, he straightened up and resumed normal social distancing. Only his hand, which was very close to hers, emitted a cool breeze, which gave her a sense of comfort in the sweltering summer heat.

“I hate summer.” His tone was completely flat. “So I go out with an umbrella, there’s nothing strange about that.”

When his eyes are hidden, his whole person exudes a dark aura amidst his ordinariness. The first time you see him, you can't help but wonder if this person is on the wanted list issued by the police.

Song Zhishu's words were already very clear. Bian Yan didn't know how Song Zhishu had discovered the existence of his priceless electric scooter. The thought that his little electric scooter, which he depended on for survival, was going to carry a stranger today made him feel sorry for it.

However, as a responsible person, he dutifully brought Song Zhishu to his electric scooter. During this process, Song Zhishu was not exposed to the sun at all, and with him by her side, she didn't even feel hot.

Song Zhishu stood beside the tram on the edge of the street, holding an umbrella, considering how to get on. She was wearing a skirt and pants today, so she wasn't worried about showing too much skin, but she stood there, thinking about what to do.

Clearly, Bian Yan had also considered this issue, and said calmly, "Sitting sideways is fine; I'm very stable when I ride a bike."

Song Zhishu didn't stand on ceremony at all, and sat down sideways while holding the umbrella.

Bian Yan didn't ask her if she was seated. After waiting a while and confirming that she was seated, he said, "I'm leaving," and turned the handle directly.

He rides his bike steadily, but not slowly.

Song Zhishu sat behind him without any discomfort. Instead, she squinted her eyes and enjoyed the rare gentle warm breeze.

Although he seemed to have no connection with the outside world, when Song Zhishu mentioned the name of Peking University to him, he didn't say a word and led her to their destination.

Song Zhishu was somewhat surprised, but it wasn't a bad thing for her, so she didn't ask. As the undisputed queen of the finance department, Song Zhishu was also a prominent figure at Peking University, where she and her younger brother Song Zhiyi, who was in the literature department, were both influential figures.

The difference is that Song Zhishu's reputation is much worse than Song Zhiyi's.

Although people don't treat her with the utmost respect on the surface, they don't dare to act arrogantly in front of her. Most of them avoid her when they see her, while some will smile at her and ask her how she is doing.

Therefore, Bian Yan followed Song Zhishu all the way and was not well received. No one spoke to him, and at most they would look at him with strange and probing eyes.

Because Song Zhishu never interacts with anyone other than those she deems worthy, let alone men, Bian Yan's arrival seems quite dramatic.

Song Zhishu was quite satisfied with this portable air conditioner. He himself didn't understand the normal boundaries of social interaction, and losing her would be too troublesome, so he followed her closely, head down, looking, to put it bluntly, like a little dog following behind her. A few people greeted Song Zhishu along the way, and she would politely nod in return.

Despite her outstanding talent and ability in this area, the Song Dynasty did not allow her to be a lazy bum without a diploma, so she remained disciplined and rigorous in her university life.

She had two classes this morning, one of which had an empty seat, and Song Zhishu allowed Bian Yan to experience the immersion of knowledge.

She had expected him to be drowsy or at least bored, but this time, he raised his head and looked at the professor on the podium who was speaking eloquently.

Song Zhishu couldn't see his eyes clearly, but she could clearly hear his sadness in her heart.