Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 329 - Chapter 329 Chapter 256 Innocent Little White Flower

Chapter 329: Chapter 256 Innocent Little White Flower Chapter 329: Chapter 256 Innocent Little White Flower Who? Who is it!

Upon hearing Dean Zhang’s words, Cheng Zhu’s mind instantly filled with this thought, and he was quite puzzled by it.

Awesome, there’s a secret billionaire in the school who sees money as dirt, huh?

Such a generous prize and no one bothered to claim it?

Could it be a little sister secretly in love with me, secretly pained for me from the shadows?

Sitting by, Director Li was the first to express confusion, “Someone passed and didn’t come to collect the prize?”

“Little Cheng, how much is the third prize again?” He was a bit forgetful.

“It’s six thousand six hundred and sixty-six yuan,” Cheng Zhu answered.

“There’s so much for a third prize!” Director Li was slightly surprised, “Are there really students who wouldn’t come to claim it, Dean Zhang?”

The smile on Dean Zhang’s face grew thicker, and after chuckling for a while, he even started blaming the other, “Director Li, you’re thinking all wrong here, who said only students can clear the rounds?”

“You mean… a teacher?” Director Li asked.

“Exactly!” Dean Zhang laughed and patted his shoulder.

The elderly man then turned to Cheng Zhu and said, “Little Cheng, my friend asked me to tell you he won’t be coming for the prize. Aren’t you planning to donate the remaining unclaimed prize money to the school? Just donate this six thousand along with it.”

Cheng Zhu looked at the elderly man, thinking to himself, “Dean oh Dean, it’s only 2014, could you really be so trendy as to play the game of ‘creating friends out of nothing’?”

He was a bit suspicious if the “friend” mentioned might actually be himself.

But since the other did not imply he would confess, Cheng Zhu didn’t press further.

Cheng Zhu just heartily praised this virtuous school staff member!

While praising, he managed to show just enough surprise over choosing to donate the money instead of claiming the prize, without making it too deliberate.

Additionally, he continuously watched for any expressions on Dean Zhang’s face.

From his demeanor, and some words and details he shared in room 212 today, Cheng Zhu guessed quite accurately.

He felt that it must be either Dean Zhang himself or someone very close to him!

“Impressive, Sheep. Daddy created you, and dang, you really know how to behave!” Cheng Zhu secretly praised his game project in his heart.

“You even know how to pick who passes, huh?”

“Impressive indeed!”

After chatting a bit more, Dean Zhang and Director Li left room 212.

Once the two school leaders departed, the place immediately grew noisier.

“Brother Zhu, doesn’t that mean there’s still more than twenty thousand yuan to donate to the school?” Dong Dong did some mental calculations.

Liu Feng, always subtly mischievous towards Mr. Dong, immediately chimed in on the side, “Old Dong, come on, how much exactly is it? Quick, calculate!”

Dong Dong: “I calculate a fig for you!”

Instead, it was the aloof and slightly overweight Zheng Qingfeng who directly replied, “It’s still 22224.”

The two immediately took out their phones and started using calculators.

Cheng Zhu couldn’t be bothered with his three “adoptive sons.”

The game promotion was very successful, and with Dean Zhang even making a special trip today, Cheng Zhu was in a great mood.

He sat on a chair and announced loudly, “Anyone free tonight, let’s have dinner together, my treat, let’s eat something nice!”

As soon as his words fell, cheers erupted within room 212.

They all knew the standard of being treated by the boss, it seemed they could look forward to a lavish meal tonight!

It was later that Cheng Zhu remembered to pick up his phone and make a post on the campus forum, announcing the winners of the school competition.

Conspiracy theories were popular nowadays.

Fortunately, the two who cleared the game had no relations with Cheng Zhu and had never even met.

Otherwise, people might say it was a nepotistic clearance, and the prize money was merely moving from one hand to the other.

Regardless of the final result, even if Cheng Zhu played a clever move by donating the remaining money, there were bound to be some discordant voices.

For some, if they didn’t get the money, they would want to viciously criticize him.

What a stupid studio, making the game so damn hard, obviously not wanting us to make this money!

Of course, Cheng Zhu didn’t care about these comments.

You want to curse, just curse then, I’ll still rise no matter what, can you really affect me?

But while writing this post, after a moment of thought, Cheng Zhu included Dean Zhang’s conveyed words, informing everyone that a teaching staff also cleared the game but chose not to claim the prize, instead donating it all to the school.

Such an act, how could only our small circle in room 212 know?

Promote it a bit! Just a bit!

With the high popularity of this game competition, it wouldn’t take long for this act to become known to all.

This was both a method of social interaction and a way to bring out Dean Zhang as a big banner, killing two birds with one stone.

Cheng Zhu always believed there are people relatively indifferent to fame and fortune in this world, but no one completely indifferent.

If the old man didn’t want to publicize the real situation, then let him secretly enjoy it a bit.

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As the sun set, Cheng Zhu treated everyone from the game studio to a delicious dinner at a tasty Korean restaurant.

He and Zhang Qiqi had arranged the shooting time at 7:30 PM, and the location was set at the East Building 212.

Playing “Sheep” where it was developed provided a highlight for the video.

Being a student at Technology University, choosing this recording path might be better.

If conditions allowed, Cheng Zhu didn’t mind as “voice off camera” appearing in the video.

As the boss of a game studio, casually lending his voice, speaking a few words, and having a bit of interaction with Zhang Qiqi and Meng Yiyi were planned.

After the dinner, Cheng Zhu drove alone to the entrepreneurial park area.

When he arrived at the East Building, it was only 7:23 PM, seven minutes early.

But as he approached the door of room 212, he found the two cousins already waiting outside.

“Why didn’t you say you’d arrived?” he asked.

“We just got here not long ago,” Zhang Qiqi said while seemingly quite cold, shivering.

This action suggested she had been waiting outside for a while.

Under the hallway lighting, Cheng Zhu noticed that today the young girl Yiyi wasn’t wearing her high school uniform.

Compared to her elaborately dressed cousin beside her, her clothing was much simpler.

She wore a simple beige fleece jacket, her face bare with only minimal makeup, no lipstick, just a bit of lip balm.

Her hair was long, black, and straight; she hadn’t dyed or permed it.

Upon seeing Cheng Zhu, she politely greeted, “Brother Zhu.”

This simple address gave Cheng Zhu a slight shiver.

My goodness! Brother Zhu!

In his past life, his initial relationship with Yiyi was that of a boss and signed female anchor, naturally never involving calls of “Brother Zhu.”

Later, as their relationship “deteriorated,” such an appellative had also never appeared.

Of course, privately, she had many quirky nicknames she would use.

Yiyi was adept at putting on a top-tier innocent face, then throwing out lines no man could resist.

She might have called him ‘brother,’ but never “Brother Zhu.”

Moreover, by that time, Yiyi was already a university graduate, and once people grow older, terms like XX brother, XX sister, become slightly inconvenient.

At this moment, his eyes met Meng Yiyi’s, who exuded cleanliness, innocence, and demureness from the inside out.

Seemingly a little shy, she didn’t dare meet his gaze.

In contrast, her cousin seemed a bit more glamorous.

Zhang Qiqi wore sophisticated makeup, had chestnut hair slightly curled, clad in a brown coat today with an overall vibe of a petite mature lady.

Even her lipstick was a shade deeper than usual, adding a touch of fiery red lips.

Cheng Zhu guessed, “She probably wants to make a stark contrast between her and her cousin in the video, emphasizing her mature aura a bit more.”

At this moment, Cheng Zhu even deliberately joked with Zhang Qiqi, “Did you teach her to call me that?”

He was referring to the address of Brother Zhu.

“No,” Zhang Qiqi denied.

Hearing this, Meng Yiyi stayed silent, seeming slightly embarrassed.

But her cousin wasn’t surprised by this at all.

In her view, her cousin had always been a sweet-talker, very good at addressing people warmly.

The three entered room 212, where Cheng Zhu turned on the lights and then the air conditioning to warm up the room.

He then began to outline the video shooting ideas.

The two women listened attentively.

Several times, Meng Yiyi stole glances at Cheng Zhu, who was speaking eloquently. Today was only her second time meeting him, and she felt a different kind of charm emanating from him than before.

In his previous life, when Cheng Zhu met her, he was already a successful young entrepreneur, and she was just a small-time anchor, which was clearly an overwhelming advantage for him.

In this life, their meeting was under similar circumstances, he still a successful young entrepreneur and she merely a high school student surrounded by just student-level boys, posing even more of an irresistible charm than before.

Moreover, he had an additional identity: the man Zhang Qiqi liked.

“Too bad, I’m about to leave Hang City,” she thought.

At that moment, after Cheng Zhu had spoken continuously for about seven or eight minutes, he decided to do a test shoot with them.

He first sat next to Yiyi, looking for a suitable filming angle.

However, just as his bottom touched the seat, the entire East Building suddenly lost power.

The lights went out in an instant, and while Cheng Zhu remained composed, Zhang Qiqi and Meng Yiyi both screamed in shock.

Then, he felt a softness against him, someone got scared and hugged him tightly.

Everyone wore thick winter clothes, so being pressed together like this really didn’t feel like much.

But Meng Yiyi’s face was buried against him, her nose just at Cheng Zhu’s neck, her breath warm and ticklish against his skin.

In the darkness of the power outage, the slightest physical contact seemed to magnify all sensations, making perception incredibly sensitive and delicate.

Cheng Zhu looked down at Yiyi in the pitch black, gently patted her back, leaned in slightly, and with a light, gentle voice whispered in her ear:

“Stop pretending.”

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