>On the day Xu Mian was caught secretly filming Chen Yu taking a nap, the dean held up her flip phone and roared on the school radio: "Xu Mian, senior year rocket class! Depraved thoughts!"
>That blurred side face became the pillar of shame for her entire youth.
>Seven years later, in the Beijing Guomao elevator, a woman in a neat suit pressed the door button: "Mr. Chen, have you brought the plan?"
>Chen Yu was stunned while holding the document bag - the decisive manager Xu at the negotiating table in front of him was clearly his deskmate who made him cry.
>He handed over the plan with red ears, unaware that he was stepping into a carefully woven web.
>"Are you free on the weekend?" Xu Mian's fingertips ran across the quotation he had revised three times, "Help me repair a computer?"
>When Chen Yu found the secret photo that had been reported to the whole school in his old mobile phone, Xu Mian was taking a screwdriver to dismantle his host: "Mr. Chen, when the grade director confiscated... More than just the mobile phone."
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