Rebirth: Chasing Seniors

Do you believe that time can be folded?Can the space be compressed?Do you believe that people can move boulders through space?Do you believe that people can ignore gravity?Believe that someone can control the will?

Ying Yuzhi believes that he believes in people with supernatural powers, but he also believes that so-called supernatural powers can be explained by science, but human beings cannot do it at the current level of science.

The organization that kidnapped Li Tingyun is called the Executor, a killer organization, and its unique intelligence network spreads all over the world.

Ying Yuzhi didn't want to be a killer, nor did he want to be a logistics or hacker for these desperadoes.

Smart people don't like being controlled.

He felt more and more like a robot, the digital chip in his head was replicating all the changes around him, silently spying on the sky that he could control.

The person who implanted him with the chip came from another more terrifying organization, a group capable of manipulating the world and making the sky tremble—the tenth color.

Maybe they can start a war by moving a certain gadget in their hands.

Maybe the heads of state or politicians of many countries in the world have been implanted with chips like him.The difference is that these people don't know that there is a chip in their minds that monitors them at any time.

Instead, you should meet and know.

Fortunately, his parents gave him a very smart brain, so that he can use his flexible and precise calculation ability to get rid of the control of the chip in his brain.

This also aroused Tenth Color's desire for competition and revenge, and this organization has sent him another invitation.

Ying Yuzhi didn't directly refuse as he did with the executor, but chose to ignore it.

That day, Ying Yuzhi and Li Tingyun had just walked out of the fence in the yard. The road was very quiet at that time, when a large truck parked on the side of the road suddenly started and roared towards them!

At that time, the truck was only 20 meters away from the two of them, and there was hardly any warning, as if it was going to crush them directly. Li Tingyun was still there, and was pulled back several steps by Ying Yuzhi, and the truck barely passed in front of the two of them. However, Li Tingyun stood there in a daze.

Before he could react, a blue sports car sped past from the left side of the road and crashed into them.

Li Tingyun wanted to escape, but was held tightly by Ying Yuzhi. The wheels of the sports car ran over his shoes. Almost at the same time, a car behind him also passed by. The space given to them by the two cars was only an inch place.

Ying Yuzhi held him back and did not move, because at that time, taking a step back would mean his body would be smashed to pieces.

The roar of the car's engine disappeared at both ends of the road.

"Senior, are you okay?" Li Tingyun asked anxiously.

Cold sweat filled his forehead, and the hands holding Ying Yuzhi were completely wet, and his clothes heaved with his chest.

Ying Yuzhi held his shoulders, and his voice was still familiar and calm: "It's okay, let's go back."

Li Tingyun nodded, and was led into the small building by him. He sat on the sofa and frowned. When the truck flew past, he saw no one in the driver's seat.

He suspected that he was dazzled, and he was even more worried that this was a deliberate murder.

Ying Yuzhi stuffed him with a glass of water, and Li Tingyun was still in shock: "Senior, are you from the Ning family..."

Ying Yuzhi rubbed his broken hair and said softly, "Not necessarily." He actually knew in his heart that this was certainly not the work of the Ning family.

"Who is that... the same person from last time?"

"No, Ting Yun, don't think wildly."

"I saw no one in that truck..."

Ying Yuzhi hugged him into his arms and said, "I won't let you have trouble."

Li Tingyun felt uneasy: "I..." said a subject, but did not continue after all.

The door of the office was slammed open, and Ye Huo rushed to his side in a hurry: "Ying Chuanhao, let me tell you..."

Ying Chuanhao stopped the pen in time, so that a line of beautiful characters was not scratched.

"Aren't you supposed to be in school?"

Half a month ago, Ye Huo insisted on being discharged from the hospital. His injured hand hadn't healed yet, and Ye Ershao's reckless personality really made people worry. Ye Qun hired a rehabilitation therapist for him, and his arm recovered a bit, but Want to touch basketball?That is impossible.

This makes Ye Huo lonely. Needless to say, Ye Qun, Ying Chuanhao's branch office is still not stable, and he is so busy every day that he can't leave him. Ying Yu knew that poor classmate Ye Huo had no one to accompany him, so he could only run towards Ying Chuanhao's company every few days.

Ying Chuanhao is also very caring, trying to spare time to accompany him.Of course he knew in his heart that for a popular person like Ye Huo, there are many companions and playmates around him, no one to accompany him is just an excuse, he really wants to be with himself.

"Ha, I don't have class in the afternoon." Ye Huo was full of energy, jumped up and sat on his desk, dangling his legs: "I came here to see my boyfriend."

"It really touched my husband." With a slight turn of the pen, he drew a very chic outline, and finally finished a summary of a report.

Ye Huo let out a heck: "Forget about being moved to death."

"Have you eaten yet?" Ying Chuanhao put down his pen, leaned on the back of the chair, and glanced at his watch. It turned out that he had been working all morning without knowing it.

"How could I come to you after dinner?" Ye Huo was speechless: "I just want you to invite... oh no, I want you to eat with me, besides, aren't you my boyfriend? I work so hard, I should eat with you!" He smiled very sincerely, with a hint of success.

Ying Chuanhao looked up at him lightly, and said with a smile: "Then you should make me a bento." He looked through a glass window and motioned to Ye Huo: "Look at others."

Ye Huo turned his head to the side, and there was a man and a woman in the corridor outside, eating bento in their hands, one for each, smiling at each other from time to time, the same bento box, and couple watches.

Ye Huo gave him a supercilious look.

Ying Chuanhao sat up straight again and picked up the pen: "There is one more copy, which must be completed today."

Ye Huo shrugged: "It doesn't matter." He picked up a document casually, and saw the words written with vigorous strokes on it, which were written in one go, but they were like fine works specially carved by an artist. He couldn't help but nod and sigh in admiration: "Wow! As expected of a domineering president, he is so good at writing!"

Ying Chuanhao didn't even raise his eyelids, and there was still a hint of a smile in his tone: "Speaking of which, when I was a child, my handwriting was ugly. Later, I hired a professional teacher at home to correct it."

"Huh? So you used to have to make up extra lessons!"

"of course."

"So you're just an ordinary person!" Ye Huo thought, his elder brother thought that Ying Chuanhao was self-taught, so he was jealous for nothing.

"Then what do you think?"

"I thought you were super smart, and you became the president at a young age!" Ye Huo laughed, dragged a chair, and sat next to him with great interest, propping his head on one hand to see his serious appearance , very handsome.

Ying Chuanhao seemed to shake his head slightly: "In the first two years, it was good not to let the company make negative profits. Later, with experience, the company got on track, and it was only mediocre."

"So, are you being proud and humble?" Ye Huo didn't take it seriously, since Ying Chuanhao just started managing the company!

"No, if there is no Ying family, I am afraid that I will not be able to achieve today's achievement in my whole life, including your brother, they are all the same. We are all following the prescribed track and come to the present..."

Ye Huo nodded, and felt in his heart that Ying Chuanhao was already very powerful like this, even his elder brother couldn't compare to him, but he was born in Ying's family, and all he saw since he was a child were giant forest trees, no better than others.

He asked again: "Then do you go to college?"

"I don't go to college, I go to you."

"Screw you."

Ying Chuanhao's last beautiful touch was destroyed after all, leaving a long scratch.

But there was still a smile on his face that reached his eyes.