Under the moonlight

Huang Meng, a primary school student, was seen as a somewhat shy girl by her teachers and classmates.

He was like a nobody, unnoticed. He was a transfer student. When the teacher introduced him on the podium, he just sat there with his backpack slung across his shoulder, a carefree smile on his face, his gaze sweeping over every student below, showing no fear whatsoever.

As it turned out, he was indeed very popular with his classmates and teachers, especially his English teacher.

Huang Meng's proudest subject was English. She always ranked first or second in exams, but she didn't get as much attention from her English teacher as Zhao Meng, whose grades were average. The English teacher always looked at him with a smile.

At that time, Huang Meng really couldn't understand why he was so popular with the teachers.

One day during a class-wide cleaning, she realized she knew why.

It was a class cleaning before summer vacation. All the students participated and no corner of the classroom was overlooked. However, the ceiling lights and the dusty fans stumped them.

A short while later, the homeroom teacher arrived. She was a woman over thirty and still unmarried, with a stern face. She stormed into the classroom, looking at the ceiling light with some impatience, and directed the male students to put their desks and chairs together.

At this moment, Zhao Meng walked in carrying a bucket of water. He walked up to the teacher and calmly said, "I'll go up and wipe it."

"Are you sure you can handle this?" The homeroom teacher's tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little.

Zhao Meng said with a mischievous smile, "Teacher, you must hold me tight!"

As he spoke, he climbed onto the table and stood at the top. He asked the other students to hand him the rags from the bucket. Huang Meng clearly saw a rare smile on the homeroom teacher's face.

Perhaps that's what makes him so charming; if he weren't brave enough, the homeroom teacher would have to climb up in a skirt and high heels.

"Beep beep~ Beep beep~"

An alarm clock rang, pulling Huang Meng out of the elementary school classroom window. Zhao Meng was standing high up looking at her, his mouth seemingly speaking, but her body flew backward uncontrollably, and she couldn't hear anything anymore.

Huang Meng suddenly opened her eyes, and the image of Zhao Meng as a child still floated before her eyes, his face beaming with a smile, just as flamboyant as when they first met.

She picked up her phone, glanced at it, rubbed her eyes, got out of bed, quickly tidied herself up, and left. Last night, Zhao Meng had messaged her saying he had to go to a meeting at the company early today and might not be able to pick her up.

Huang Meng hadn't wanted him to come in the first place, and felt it was all a bit inexplicable. As a result, she was distracted when chatting with Xu Ao last night. She was a little annoyed with herself, so she simply stopped thinking about it.

She arrived at the company by taxi. It was still early, and there were only a few people in the office area. Due to the nature of her work, she wasn't assigned a workstation. However, familiarity breeds contempt, and she found her way to the meeting room and sat down.

As soon as I sat down, the meeting room door opened, and it was Zhao Mengfu.

Huang Meng looked at the face in front of her, which was magnified to the same size as the one in her dream. Although her heart skipped a few beats, she kept her composure and secretly cheered herself up. Good, Huang Meng, just like that. Don't let him distract you.

"Good morning." Huang Meng, having regained her composure, greeted Zhao Meng with a smile as Zhao Meng turned to look at her.

"Okay, let's go, let's have a short meeting first." Zhao Meng nodded to her and gestured for her to go to an office next to the conference room.

When Huang Meng entered, she found that the small office was full of people. Apart from Liang Yuanyuan, she had never seen the others before. She stood awkwardly behind Zhao Meng.

"Oh, this is our company's new translator, Huang Meng. We'll need her to coordinate with the representatives from Country S today," Zhao Meng introduced her, stepping aside to let her stand in front.

"Hello everyone, my name is Huang Meng. I'm new here, so please give me your guidance."

"Hey, what's with all this advice? We're just like blind men crossing a river, taking it one step at a time," a boy with a buzz cut and glasses said to her with a smile.

"Yeah, that's right." It was the girl who was with Liang Yuanyuan yesterday.

Huang Meng smiled and didn't say anything more. At this moment, Liang Yuanyuan waved to her and pointed to an empty chair next to her. Huang Meng then walked over and sat down.

"Now that everyone's here, I'll make some quick arrangements. We received a last-minute notice yesterday that our products don't need to be shipped to the Commodity Inspection Department; their people will come directly to our workshop for inspection. So we'll split into two groups. One group will prepare all our paper documents, especially the product information, for backup. The other group will come with me to pick up the representatives from Country S. Does everyone understand?"

"Understood," "Received," everyone replied.

"Then go and get ready!" The sound of tables and chairs being moved came from the small room. Soon everyone was busy. Just as Huang Meng was about to get up, Zhao Meng called her back, "Huang Meng, stay for a moment."

"Okay, sure." Although she didn't understand, she still obediently sat down.

After everyone had left, Zhao Meng sat down next to her and said seriously, "Later, you'll come with me to pick up the representative from Country S. If he has any questions about the product, you need to ask him in detail and then tell me, okay?"

Huang Meng looked at the face that was quite close to hers and was momentarily dazed. This face, these eyes, were exactly the same as the one in her dream last night.

She quickly turned her head away and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes." She dared not look into his eyes any longer, afraid that she would lose control and ask him: Zhao Meng, do you still remember me?