How to raise the president

Wednesday night.

The night sky at Shanghua University was dark, with muffled thunder and a few drops of rain from time to time, as if it was the prelude to a thunderstorm.

The students rushed to the auditorium one after another, trying to get there before the rainstorm.

In the crowd, some girls excitedly pulled the clothes of the good sisters beside them and said, "I heard that the speaker of today's lecture was invited from outside the school. When did the school become so generous?"

"Yes, yes! I heard that the speaker is super handsome!"

"I heard that he is a senior from our previous classes! He went abroad to study before finishing his sophomore year!"

"I heard that he is the CEO of a big company now!"

"That's awesome~ Is this the rhythm of the domineering president falling in love with me? I'm so cute!"

"I want to sit in the first row and don't compete with me! Sister, check if my makeup is okay? Is my hair messed up?"

An Ziyu walked silently behind the group of girls, his face was pale, his lips were chapped, he was holding a thick old book in his arms, all kinds of rumors about this mysterious senior brother were chattering in his ears.

But he doesn't care about that.

Because he ate less for a long time, he felt light when walking, and the inappropriate black-rimmed glasses made him even more dizzy.

He shook his head while supporting his glasses that were about to fall off, followed the crowd into the auditorium, found a corner seat and sat down with old books.

He sat very upright and quiet, but his fingers were trembling as he flipped through the pages. He lost his mind when he read the name of the deceased on the page, and he didn't know that his lip was bitten and bleeding.

The surrounding area was very noisy, like buying vegetables in a vegetable market, which made him very annoyed and wanted to get angry.

His body was trembling uncontrollably, he stood up while biting his toothbrush, turned his head and walked out of the seat, thinking about going to the bathroom to calm down.

When he walked out of the auditorium, An Ziyu felt the tightness in his chest finally let out, but the pain was still there. He checked his pockets and walked towards the bathroom with his head down.

He once foolishly thought that before his adoptive mother came to the lecture, he would go to the bathroom first, and then he could stay with his adoptive mother for the whole time, and watch his adoptive father preside over the lecture... Really silly, but happy.

He had been to the auditorium so many times to listen to lectures, and it was the first time he felt crowded, even the aisles were full of people, and most of them were female students with exquisite makeup, like a talent show.

Obviously, they all came for the rumored mysterious senior brother. His adoptive father, who had given lectures in the auditorium for more than ten years, had never had such a big fight.

In contrast, there are very few people in the aisle leading to the bathroom, so few that those eyes and words can feel extremely sharp.

"It's that orphan!"

"What a bastard. I heard that nothing good happened after Professor An and Professor Ying adopted him, and now he's risking his life."

"So sad for the dead professor."

"He killed our most beloved teacher, and I will never forgive him even if I die!"

"Why wasn't he the one who died? The combined value of the two professors is n times higher than that of an unlucky orphan!"

Every word that fell into my ears was like a death penalty for him, and there was no place on his body that was not painful.

An Ziyu pursed his lips, trembling, holding his arms tightly, walking with his head down, trying to lower his sense of existence.

When turning a corner, there was a sudden "bang", and I didn't know who I hit, and the heavy glasses fell to the ground with a thud.

Stars were shining in An Ziyu's eyes, he managed to hold himself up against the wall, and he held his forehead for a long time before he recovered.

The boy who was hit said sorry very politely, knelt down and picked up the glasses and handed them to him: "Did you, classmate..."

The conversation stopped suddenly, and the air became quiet.

An Ziyu shook his head, stretched out his pale hands to take the black-rimmed glasses and put them on for himself, without lifting his eyelids, he said in a vain manner, "Thank you..."

The boy interrupted: "Why don't you die?"

An Ziyu was stunned, his chest shook violently, his head was throbbing with pain as if he had been hit by a heavy object, he stood there dumbfounded, his mind kept replaying that rainy night, the car full of blood.

The boy suddenly grabbed his collar and smashed him against the white wall with a "boom", the veins on the back of his hand popped out, and the star bracelet stuck to his wrist.

The boy wearing the same T-shirt as the star yelled at him in pain: "Why didn't you die? Why? You talk!" The man choked up twice, and said deeply, "You took away the love of my aunt and uncle. Isn’t that enough? Even if you want to take it for yourself, you don’t have to use this method!! Why are you so selfish?!”

An Ziyu's eyes were empty, looking at the face full of hatred in front of him, he said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, Ying Chen..."

Ying Chen's eyes widened angrily, Qiu Shen looked at him like a sea, gritted his teeth and remained silent for a while, then slowly loosened his grip on his collar.

At some point, there were two or three people standing beside him, who were thinking of stepping forward to stop him, but when he let go of his hand, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Ying Chen raised his head suddenly, his eyes were about to split open, and he yelled, "Go to hell!" Then he raised his fist and slammed it on An Ziyu's face!

An Ziyu received a solid punch, and he couldn't stand still. He fell straight back, and the black-rimmed glasses were thrown out, and a dull pain came from the corner of his mouth quickly.

There was a smell of rust in his mouth, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, lay on the ground in embarrassment, and said nothing.

Ying Chen stretched out his foot and wanted to kick it up again, but the people beside him stopped him in time.

"Chen! Don't be impulsive, Chen! It's bad to be seen!"

"The lecture is about to start, we have to go back quickly, there will be no seats in a while."

Ying Chen was dragged away, and kept yelling at him before leaving: "Why didn't you die? Why didn't you die? An Ziyu, give me back my aunt and uncle!!!"

Ying Chen's yelling became smaller and smaller, and the corridor gradually became quiet. An Ziyu tilted his head, leaned on the floor, let out a weak breath, his eyes were out of focus.

It hurts, it hurts to live alone.

Immediately afterwards, the school leader's speech came from the auditorium: "Everyone here knows that the speaker of today's lecture is not a faculty member of the school, but a senior from our school who has graduated for a long time and is now the president of Xinghui Entertainment!"

Before he finished speaking, the audience was in an uproar with excitement, and even the screams of female classmates could be heard. The scene was as crazy as chasing stars.

"I know the students are very excited, but the lecture will start in 15 minutes, please calm down and wait for our seniors."

As soon as the words fell, cold tears dripped on the white tile floor, and his bloodless face was stiffer than that of a dead person.

The speaker is not a faculty member of the school, but a brother...

Not his adoptive father, An Chen, but a stranger...

He raised his hand to cover Kongluoluo's heart, picked up the black-rimmed glasses that had fallen beside him, tried his best to stand up, glanced at the empty aisle, and then turned and went into the bathroom.

Gently locking the bathroom door, An Ziyu walked to the washbasin, blocked the drain, turned on the faucet, and let the water rush down.

He raised his eyes to look at himself in the mirror, with bulky black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his steady breath was very much like An Chen in his lifetime.

In a trance, the person he is most familiar with is reflected in the mirror.

One is wearing black-rimmed glasses, the other is wearing a light blue cheongsam, they are holding hands and cuddling each other.

Just as he was about to say something, everything in front of him suddenly changed.

In the dark night, the rain pattered on the windshield that was shattered into spider webs, and the blood under the windshield slowly fell...

An Ziyu's pupils shrank suddenly, his chest heaved greatly, he stared fixedly at the person in the mirror, he said something indistinctly, Ying Chen's words kept ringing in his ears.

"Why didn't you die?"

"Why don't you die?"

An Ziyu swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and suddenly went crazy like hitting a mirror.

In the quiet bathroom, there was continuous muffled thunder outside, rushing water, and a few cracks on the smooth mirror surface, with dark red blood soaking in the cracks.

His eyes were black and blue, looking at the cracked mirror, the light in his eyes had long since disappeared.

He didn't know when he took out the knife from his pocket, and he didn't know when his right wrist had been cut with a cut that wasn't deep or shallow.

The blood was dripping into the water of the washbasin, and he looked at the blood smearing in the water, as if he was looking at a delicate flower from the other shore.

Suddenly a big hand reached out, quickly grabbed his hand holding the knife, and then turned it over.

Is there anyone else in the bathroom?

Before he could think, there was a stabbing pain in his wrist, and the knife fell to the ground with a clang, and landed next to the shiny black leather shoes, which immediately stepped on the knife.

Mixed with a few thunderstorms, it was raining heavily outside, the light in the bathroom flickered a few times, and the light fell on the handsome face behind him.

The man in the suit and leather shoes had a gloomy face, and his deep eyes looked at the dazzling red.

An Ziyu looked like a lunatic who would bite anyone he saw, he lowered his head and bit the man's arm, his black-rimmed glasses clattered and fell on the white tile floor.

The man lowered his eyes and looked at the back of his head expressionlessly, like looking at an irrational child.

"Have you played enough?" The man glanced at the cracked mirror, and said lightly, "If you want to die, choose a simpler way."

Hearing this, An Ziyu frowned subconsciously, he let go, gave a very disgusted pooh, and turned his head to stare at the man behind him.

Those light brown eyes looked into the man's eyes impartially, the man's whole body stopped, and the hand that was holding his wrist loosened.

Taking advantage of his surprise, An Ziyu broke free from the restraint, shouting: "Get out!" As he spoke, he turned around and pushed the man away violently.

The man took a few steps back, but before he could say anything, An Ziyu glared at him again, then bent down and picked up the black-rimmed glasses on the ground, then turned and left.

The gloomy-faced man picked up the knife on the ground, looked at the door An Ziyu walked out of, then lowered his head to look at the knife, lost in thought.