You’re My Belated Happiness

Because Ruan Yu likes Xu Huaisong, everything has an answer.

When he wrote in the draft box, "You are so small, why did you choose a basketball class in physical education", and when he was wondering "What did you make wrong, I also thought about it by looking at the wall of the table", he just walked to this one. Behind the piano, you can find the answer.

But he didn't.

So he didn't know that all the seemingly inadvertent coincidences were her plans; all the moments when he was tossing and turning, she was thinking of him.

Xu Huaishi fired on the flash, took two pictures on the wall, and suddenly howled: "Wow-Zhao Yi, this is so touching -"

Zhao Yi rushed to cover her mouth, but was a step late. The security guard patrolling the corridor downstairs heard the movement and immediately rushed up with a bright flashlight.

He cursed with his eyebrows crossed, "I think your IQ is also very touching!"

Xu Huaishi's mouth narrowed and his head downcast was taken to the Moral Education Department by the security guard.

Zhu Feng, the director of the Moral Education Department, thought they fell in love early, and no matter how they argued, they had to contact their parents.

Zhao Yi is an old fried dough stick. Zhu Feng pointed to him, meaning to clean him up later, and then read Xu Huaishi: "You come first, the parents' contact information!" He picked up the receiver of the landline.

"Teacher Zhu, I was wrong..."

"Don't want to give it? Then ask your head teacher."

The head teacher registered Tao Rong’s mobile phone number. When she heard that she was anxious, she hurriedly reported: "209-***-****!" After that, she quickly picked it up before Zhu Feng raised her eyebrows, "That’s it, my parents are in the United States. Yeah!"

Think you can escape by giving a foreign name? Zhu Feng hummed and dialed the number with "001", speaking in lame English: "Hello, mother..."

The male voice cut off his pronunciation in time: "Hello."

He coughed and reported to his family, explaining Xu Huaishi's "bad" behavior.

Xu Huaishi tilted her ears and held her breath nervously, recognizing what was said on the other side of the receiver.

She called her mother in the milk tea shop just now and lied, saying that she was going home tonight to have dinner with her girlfriends, and now this phone must not be called there. She only hopes that her brother will be merciful and let her go.

However, in the next second, Xu Huaisong's ruthless voice came out: "It is not convenient for me to deal with her for the time being. Could you please dial this number and contact..."

When I heard that this was to report Tao Rong's mobile phone number, she jumped up and grabbed the receiver. Zhu Feng glared at it. She stomped her foot and shouted at the other end of the phone: "Brother, you are too bad!"

This kind of person deserves to fail in a puppy love! She didn't tell him if she killed him, Senior Sister Ruan liked him!

At one o'clock in the morning, Ruan Yu and Shen Mingying were lying on a bed, holding their mobile phones in a daze.

The incident lasted more than twenty-four hours, and there was a lot of rumors on the Internet. Although she clarified, she still couldn't put an end to malicious speculations. Shen Mingying was afraid that she would be in a bad mood alone in the apartment, so she came to accompany her.

In the evening, they noticed that the author of the other party had "read" the private message. They thought they would get a reply soon, but until now, the dialog box is still silent.

And the anti-color palette is asking friends in the industry to rush to make it. It hasn't been completed at this time. I have done everything that needs to be done. There is no other way except to wait.

Can't stand it any longer, the two fell asleep in a daze. Early the next morning, Ruan Yu opened his eyes and started groping for the phone in the bed. After unlocking, he accidentally saw a private message from the "Poet Writer".

The time is two o'clock in the morning.

A poem writer: "Hello, I am very sorry for the trouble you have caused. The article "Her Eyes Will Laugh" is not my original idea, but is based on an outline bought by a friend from the studio. If it violates I am willing to explain your rights and interests to the public, apologize to you publicly, delete the article, and eliminate the pseudonym. The following is my prepared statement. Please check it out. I hope that I can try my best to recover your loss. I am sorry again."

Ruan Yu wakes up, pats Shen Mingying, and shows her the phone.

"Is the outline leaked?" Shen Mingying rubbed her eyes and said after reading it.

Faced with this situation, the two began to think of a leaked outline. But the problem is that, apart from Shen Mingying, Ruan Yu only gave the outline to a publishing house that has been cooperating for many years, and based on that information, it is impossible to cause so many details to resemble.

That's why they haven't come to a conclusion.

Ruan Yu frowned: "Is it because my computer has a virus?"

Shen Mingying woke up after rubbing her eyes, "Ah", pressing her shoulder and saying, "U disk! At the cafe that day, did you get the U disk back?"

Ruan Yu's eyelids twitched, he got out of bed and searched for a while. After half an hour, he knelt on the bed and wanted to cry without tears: "No..."

Mother suddenly came that day, she hurried back to the apartment, really can't remember if she took the USB flash drive. And Shen Mingying checked out and left shortly after she left, only taking away her laptop.

The two raised their foreheads together.

Ordinary outline leaks really can't cause such consequences, only the USB flash drive that records most of the details in Ruan Yu's diary.

A minute later, Shen Mingying looked up: "I'm going to the cafe. Don't leave the buns this time, and negotiate with the other author."

Ruan Yu nodded, understanding what she meant.

Although the other party gave the solution that is most beneficial to her under the current situation, the bad incident of the studio's embezzlement of the outline cannot be unclear.

She sent a message: "Hello, I want to know, from which studio did your friend purchase the outline?"

On the other side of the screen, Xu Huaishi, with dark circles under his eyes and the head of the chicken nest, dialed Zhao Yi's phone: "What should I do, what am I going to answer? I said that your bad idea was unsuccessful..."

"Oh, then tell her the truth."

"No!"

If Ruan Yu knows the cause and effect, then her brother 80% knows what she has done. She said: "My brother is really super fierce...I will be killed by righteousness!"

"Isn't your brother a lawyer? Can he still beat you to death if he knows the law?"

"He can cut off my pocket money. What's the difference between beating me to death!"

"In this way, you say that your friend needs to keep the two parties in the transaction confidential and cannot explain it. If she doesn't click on the'gray relationship', you will not be able to find your identity information for the time being.

"But are you too sorry for Senior Sister Ruan..."

"You all publicly apologized, deleted the article, and eliminated the pseudonym. For her, this is the best result. I really want to explain the truth to the public about this kind of nonsense, and I am afraid that no one will believe it!"

Xu Huaishi was still hesitating: "You said, what if my brother still likes Senior Sister Ruan and thinks that I have done a good thing, and I won't be punished and rewarded?"

"What kidding, do you still like it after eight years? Do you think your brother lives on a white moonlight and doesn't need sex?"

"That's right..."

"Anyway, if you want to say it, don't think about eating and drinking spicy food and chasing stars."

Xu Huaishi shivered, but still listened to Zhao Yi.

As he expected, she was silent, and Ruan Yu really couldn't find out for a while.

Xu Huaishi didn't know how much she believed, but after several rounds of negotiations, a message popped up in the dialog box: "Please make a statement first."

Looking at this tone, I probably didn't intend to give up the investigation, but decided to clarify first in order to calm the storm and reduce the loss as soon as possible.

Xu Huaishi felt guilty, apologized repeatedly, and revised the statement by Ruan Yu to a more rigorous statement on Weibo. A few minutes later, she saw "Wen Xiang" repost the content, and attached part of the chat history with herself.

She was not able to breathe a sigh of relief.

She was timid and told a lie for a while, so she used countless lies to make it round. Up to now, even though she has tried to make up for it in terms of results, she is even more disturbed.

She sighed and arched into the bed like an ostrich.

After reposting Weibo, Ruan Yu did not relax. The other author's concealment made her suspicious, so she wanted to see Shen Mingying's progress.

But Shen Mingying said after returning that the cafe claimed that it did not notice her personal belongings that day. I also called the police to call for nearby surveillance, but the target was too small, and the suspicious person could not be found by watching the video. It would be good to be able to prepare a case. After a month of the incident, most of the results were not found.

In this way, even though the grievances have been washed away, Ruan Yu still has roots in his heart.

But she soon had no time to care about this thorn.

Shortly after the statement was issued, her Weibo again flooded into the navy who was suspected of malicious provocation. She was bombarded with money and gave the "poet writer" such a false apology.

Those people talked in vain and made up the imaginary story, and they "fighted" with the people who chose to support her after seeing the statement.

Below her Weibo, a piece of saliva splashed.

Immediately on Sunday morning, a writer who was standing with Ruan Yu posted a long Weibo. Although she did not name Daoxin, it meant that she was plagiarizing and bullying the newcomer and forcing the "little transparent" to seal the pen. Shameless by the original circle.

This long Weibo miraculously echoed a hundred responses, quickly spread, fermented into the evening, and was even sent to hot searches.

Xu Huaishi was also paying attention to these, and only then did she realize the seriousness of the problem.

At this point, people with discerning eyes should have believed in Ruan Yu, but there are so few people who deliberately pour dirty water and deliberately guide public opinion if they want to add a crime.

Thinking about it again, she is a newcomer who has just registered a pseudonym. She has no reader base, and the exposure of her article is approaching zero. The beginning of the matter may have been deliberate.

After all, she and Zhao Yi thought about social affairs too simple.

Xu Huaishi was a little frightened, thinking about his words back and forth, planning to contact Ruan Yu again.

But before the news was sent, I saw her update a Weibo: "Temporarily turn off comments and private messages."

A screenshot is attached below. It is a private message sent to "Wen Xiang". The ID and avatar of the other party are mosaicked. The content of the message is a threatening picture.

The screen full of upside-down paint, and a few scarlet handprints are shocking, accompanied by the text: "Die to plagiarism!"

When Xu Huaishi looked at the small picture, she almost fell the phone with fright.

Her hands began to tremble, and she couldn't even hear the harsh late self-study bell. She plunged into the female toilet of the teaching building, hurried into the cubicle in a panic, and dialed Xu Huaisong's number.

San Francisco was already past three in the morning, but it was urgent and she couldn't wait.

When the phone was connected, she whispered immediately: "Brother...I, I'm causing trouble!"

Xu Huaisong really didn't sleep. There were messy voices over there. He was talking in English. He seemed to be flipping through the information, and his response was perfunctory: "What is it? I am here for an emergency meeting in five minutes. It doesn't matter. ..."

"It's important!" Xu Huaishi insisted, but then she got a little crying, "Brother, I killed Senior Sister Ruan..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and after a while: "Who?"

She whispered and said, "Ruan Yu, Senior Sister Ruan, don't you remember?"

This time, there was longer silence on that end.

Xu Huaishi was about to talk again, but there was a sound of footsteps outside the toilet door. She didn't dare to be discovered that she had been using her mobile phone by herself at night, so she quickly held her breath without speaking.

After about a dozen counts, the messy human voice in the earpiece disappeared.

Xu Huaisong seemed to walk to a quiet place, and then said, "Why are you crying? Speak clearly."

Xu Huaishi couldn't say that the girl who came to the bathroom hadn't left yet. She could only say nothing, patronizing her breathing.

Xu Huaisong asked again: "Where are you?"

His tone was already a little uneasy. Xu Huaishi couldn't say anything, so she pinched the phone in a hurry, and quickly sent him a WeChat message: "I'm hiding in the school toilet. Someone is here. I will type it to you. Let me show you first a photograph."

She pulled out the photo of the wall of the piano room from the album, and added a note: "I found this in the piano room 301 of the school art museum the night before."

On the other side of the screen, Xu Huaisong, dressed in a neat navy blue suit, stood in the bright corridor outside the meeting room, frowning and opening a dialog box.

A white lady walked up with stiletto heels and called to him: "Hanson." After that, she handed him a stack of scattered documents that were hundreds of pages thick, saying that this was the information he wanted.

His gaze stayed on the screen, he picked it up at will, waited to open the picture, and saw the English letters on it, but his fingertips about to touch the file suddenly loosened.

Hundreds of papers fell to the ground, scattered like snowflakes, and suddenly a mess.

On the long, narrow and quiet walkway, Xu Huaisong was deafened when he heard his heart beating.

The author has something to say: Zhao Yi: Do you think your brother lives by a white moonlight and doesn't need sex?

Xu Huaisong: That's right...