[Zongmeiying] Soul Mate

A small stack of materials was stuffed into Elizabeth's hands as soon as she got off the school bus. The instructor assigned by Midtown High strode over to greet her. The weather was too cold, so he greeted the team teacher in Cleveland and hurriedly led all People walk across the parking lot and directly into the room.

Midtown High School was sponsored by several famous companies such as Stark Industries, covering a large area. They walked through several corridors to reach the laboratory building in the center of the school. Everyone took the elevator directly to the 12th floor.

"Midtown Science and Technology High School focuses on cultivating science talents with excellent grades. We advocate that every student of Midtown High School needs to have a plan for the future, with a full sense of social responsibility..." The gentle female voice of the publicity broadcast makes this building Empty buildings are not so quiet, the game day is on the weekend, and ordinary students are on vacation.

As soon as he entered the door of the lecture hall, the heat was blowing in his face, and Mordred sneezed unexpectedly.

"God bless you," Morgana said positively.

Arthur rubbed his stiff neck from sitting in the car for too long, "The weather forecast says it may rain in this area tonight, I hope we have dinner at the hotel before the rain starts."

"I have to go out tonight," Elizabeth sighed. "Have you brought an umbrella?"

"I have it, so you can use it," Carrie asked curiously, "but what are you going to do tonight?"

"Mark gave a lecture at Midtown High School yesterday, and Eduardo is here. They will watch me leave after the game tomorrow during the day, and I will go out to dinner with them in the evening." Elizabeth lowered her voice and patiently explained to them.

Facebook has entered the eyes of the world after the explosive growth of users. People are telling everyone that a new myth in the Internet age is rising, and the capitalists on Wall Street are asking each other in doubt, what are these fledgling boys doing? How did they go from nothing to building a company that was valued at hundreds of millions in such a short period of time?

"I want the signatures of Mark and all the co-founders, they are as cool as the Beatles this year," Morgana said in admiration, "Are there still young people who don't know Facebook?"

Elizabeth shook her head happily. Recently, Eduardo and the others have accepted a lot of interviews. It is very interesting to see people they know appear in those tall magazines and answer some strange questions, especially when that person is Mark. —Happiness is doubled.

In the bright hall, several teams from the school were already waiting. The teachers were called to hold a small meeting. All the students found their seats and sat down first. Elizabeth looked around and saw several familiar figures, Peter Parker and A pretty girl with blond hair came up to them, and they both had a blue job badge around their necks.

"Hey, everyone, I'm so glad to meet you again!" Peter didn't participate this year but served all the contestants as a volunteer. "This is Gwen." He introduced the blonde girl beside him to everyone.

With a polite smile on the girl's face, she looked warm and reliable. She reached out to Elizabeth who was closest to her, "Hi, I'm Gwen Stacy, just call me Gwen."

Elizabeth shook her hand politely, "My name is Elizabeth, and my friends call me Lisa."

Everyone greeted each other in turn, and Gwen said enthusiastically, "I will accompany you during these two days of activities, and you can tell me any questions."

Morgana raised her eyebrows, and asked Peter, who was standing aside with a smirk, "What about you, Peter?"

"Me? I came with Gwen." Peter scratched his head embarrassedly, and Gwen's gentle eyes fell on him.

Elizabeth and Morgana exchanged a tacit look. Before Morgana could further tease, the microphone on the stage was suddenly turned on. The person holding the microphone was too close to the speaker, and the harsh howling made everyone present quickly Cover your ears.

"I'm very sorry, everyone." The voice was also very familiar. Elizabeth turned her head and saw that the little son of the Osborne family was struggling to buckle the microphone on the microphone stand.

Harry Osborn's blond hair was combed sleek, and a slim suit stood out from the crowd of students. The smile on his face was a little embarrassed because of the episode just now, "On behalf of Midtown Science and Technology High School Welcome everyone, all players who have not received the schedule, please go to the left hand side of the first row to get it now..."

"We will graduate next summer, and Harry is the new student president," Peter introduced proudly, "Gwen is the vice president."

"There is a little shortage of manpower now," Gwen took over the conversation and explained, "The alumni meeting is also held in these few days... There were many celebrities here yesterday."

"I know," Elizabeth laughed, "Mark Zuckerberg, huh?"

"He's one of them," Gwen nodded, frankly, "not easy to get along with."

The arrangements before the game were completed in a fairly orderly manner. It started to rain lightly outside. Elizabeth looked out the window worriedly. There was still a long way from the indoor to the parking lot. This kind of wet, cold and windy weather Yu gets sick easily, and she doesn't want Caius to blame Jane for seeing her unwell as soon as she comes back.

"Don't worry," whispered Carrie, touching her arm, "you won't get caught in the rain." Her blue irises had a fleeting golden gleam.

Although they came in twos and threes, all the participating teams from the school walked together. As the president of the student council, Harry had the foresight to prepare a disposable raincoat and some umbrellas. It was almost completely dark.

A black Mercedes suddenly turned on its lights and honked its horn as Elizabeth's team passed by. Then the door of the driver's cab opened. Amidst the crowd's murmurs of discussion, pitch-black Oxford shoes stepped on the ground. On the concrete floor covered with a thin layer of rainwater, like a silent bridge in an old movie, the handsome male protagonist got out of the car, attracting the attention of everyone present.

Down is Eduardo.

He looked much more mature than the last time we met, he was formal yet casual in a scarf, Prada shirt and long blazer.He must have been very busy during this time, staying indoors all the time, and the black theme gave his skin, which had turned white after not seeing the sun for many days, a porcelain-like texture.His hair has grown a little longer, fixed back with hairspray, and there is no restlessness between his brows, because seeing Elizabeth, Eduardo's mouth curved into a warm smile, and his Bambi-like eyes narrowed slightly.

"Lisa," he opened a big black umbrella, raised his free right hand forward, and opened an undefended embrace. Elizabeth smiled happily, and rushed towards him without thinking, Eduardo and her There is no difference between her biological brother, this familiar embrace is safe and warm.

"That's Mark Zuckerberg's car," whispered Gwen and Peter, holding an umbrella. "I registered their license plate."

After saying hello to the team teacher and friends, Elizabeth climbed into the back seat of the car, and Mark sat quietly like a sculpture, wearing a very rare shirt and khaki pants, which looked very thick His beige coat was draped over the back of the passenger seat.

"Lisa." He greeted briefly, with a fuzzy look, without a mobile phone or a computer in his hand.

"Good evening, Mark." Elizabeth responded happily. She looked up and down and asked curiously, "Did Ed confiscate your toys?"

"No," Mark frowned slightly offended by the question, and he replied firmly, "Wardo won't confiscate my computer."

"That's because he has no interest in keeping your computer." Elizabeth replied.

Eduardo turned his head and cast a helpless glance, "Lisa will be surprised by your sudden intention to concentrate on dinner. Think about it, Mark."

"Yeah, you have to be careful, Mark," Elizabeth smiled evilly, "Occasionally give some snacks to human life, eat and sleep on time, maybe one day Ed is in a bad mood and he can't help but smash your computer. "

Eduardo’s high-end restaurant was not crowded, and the chef’s mind was very ingenious, and every food was made exquisitely and deliciously. They ate while talking softly about the current situation. After a few laughs and a few glasses of champagne, Mark relaxed. He started to talk about some strange and uncommon knowledge, and by the way, made some comments about the intern's abilities that were not suitable for face-to-face presentation.

Elisabeth listened with a smile on her chin, and felt as if she had returned to the weekend when she first met Mark. Eduardo enthusiastically took her to tour the Harvard campus, and took her to a reputable Chinese restaurant when night fell, and proudly greeted her Introduce your best friend - a short computer whiz.

She had no trouble accepting the fact that Mark was a genius and smarter than most people. In fact, many people don't want to have another star shining around and attracting attention. Elizabeth and Eduardo are good at accepting it with appreciation. someone better than yourself.

When they walked out of the restaurant, it rained heavily. Eduardo took off his scarf and wrapped it around Elizabeth carefully. The two of them held an umbrella, and Mark held an umbrella alone.

Although this restaurant is located in a lively area, there were no parking spaces in the nearby parking lot tonight, and Eduardo had to park his car in a nearby park.

They went around the street corner and walked into the park through the side entrance. This park is also somewhat famous. The trees grow close together among the imitation Greek-style stone pillars. There are several street lamps vertically lined up on the marble square. After passing through this square, they parked their cars. place, Mark suddenly said, "Wait, I need to use the bathroom, you go to the car first."

"Then let's drive to this entrance," Eduardo nodded in agreement.

Mark turned and left with his umbrella in hand.

Now there were only two people left. It was getting late, and for some reason the lights in the park were not very bright. In order to prevent slipping, Eduardo walked carefully with his arms around Elizabeth's shoulders.

"I'm glad you look a lot more relaxed." Elizabeth broke the silence.

"When people are no longer obsessed with one thing, they can see a lot of things," Eduardo replied with a smile, "It's not that they don't care anymore, it's just that they see things more rationally."

"I know," Elizabeth nodded, "I heard that you and Sean get along well."

"How do you know... Dustin," Eduardo sighed helplessly, "he spends so much time working every day, he still has the energy to spread gossip."

"I was really angry with Mark before." Elizabeth shook her head solemnly.

"He's not indifferent," Eduardo lowered his eyes slightly, "he's just... good at acting like an asshole."

They walked quietly together for a while, before stepping on the steps of the square, Elizabeth commented aloud, "He always wants to do it his own way, even if he knows it will hurt people, when I first met him I can see the signs of a control freak."

"Hurting people..." Eduardo frowned, "His dressing style?"

Knowing that Eduardo was changing the subject, Elizabeth laughed cooperatively, "I saw that he was changing it. His hoodie and sweatpants were really disaster-level before."

"Tonight is a special case," Eduardo couldn't help laughing, "Usually it's a pullover, it's not much better." He hugged Elizabeth tighter. The steps in this square are really anti-human design, very small And compact.

When she finally stepped on the last step, several beams of bright light suddenly shot into the sky. Elizabeth looked around and found that the passers-by with umbrellas were as unaware of what happened as herself.

"Is there a show?" Elizabeth asked curiously.

"Maybe," Eduardo politely asked whoever stood in front of them.

"Mr. Saverin, please don't worry." The unfamiliar voice amplified by the microphone reached their ears, and the scattered lights gathered on a person in the middle of the square. Eduardo and Elizabeth stopped in surprise.

A man was standing in the rain wearing a long black trench coat. His whole body was soaked, his bright blue eyes gleamed, and he smiled unrulyly, "Here is a performance specially prepared for you."

He confidently raised his hands, signaling his empty palms to everyone present, "It is said that I have problems with control... I have a friend who likes to control others very much like me."

"I'm really good at controlling humans," he paused to emphasize, "but today I'm going to control something simpler, something predictable...like the weather."

Realizing that this would be a performance, the onlookers withdrew their eyes from Eduardo and Elizabeth, and they applauded excitedly at the man in black.

"Suppose this is a rain that falls in the early morning in California, let's stop this rain." He raised his hand and said something that most people present could only half understand.

"Exactly, stop."

He really stopped the rain before the tail sound disappeared.

The magician's hands pointed straight at Eduardo and Elizabeth. The raindrops turned into floating balls, stopped in mid-air, and surrounded everyone present. The bright lights illuminated them crystal clear. Elizabeth's eyes widened in surprise. , I vaguely remembered the rainy day when Eduardo was forgotten by Mark at the subway station.

"Then, go up."

The magician raised his hand upwards, and the water droplets suspended in the air flew obediently. The crowd exclaimed, and many people dropped their umbrellas and began to take pictures.

A familiar figure walked towards them through the jubilant crowd holding an umbrella.

"Mark?" Elizabeth covered her mouth.

Now that he was close enough, Mark looked at Eduardo seriously, and they stared at each other like no one else, and Elizabeth could clearly see the blush spread over Eduardo's ears.

"You are my most important friend," Mark said calmly and composedly, "but I have hurt you many times."

"Some, I realized, but I didn't apologize, most of the cases I ignored subconsciously, I'm sure you will forgive me, because I'm special."

"I hate anyone telling me what to do. Only your suggestions and orders will be taken into consideration, because...you are special."

"My subconscious knew it before my brain knew it."

"I'm sorry for making you rain that day. I can't make up for what happened before, but start with this one."

"Since you have broken up with Christie, under the witness of our mutual friends," Mark gestured toward Elizabeth, "and your beloved relatives," Mark gestured toward Elizabeth, "we I want to ask you..."

"Would you like to be my boyfriend?"