Lin Yixun suddenly realized that she had been fooled; it turned out Leng Yixiu was just ssing with her earlier. However, she dared not speak like she did just now. This man was too unpredictable. Although he seed to be in a good mood now, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t do sothing extre in a mont.
So, Lin Yixun reluctantly pulled the docunts from Leng Yixiu’s hands, turned, and walked towards the desk, muttering, "Typing still requires a computer, right?"
The man pushed the laptop on the table towards Lin Yixun, "Take it and use it."
Lin Yixun found a stool, sat down at the desk, and opened the computer, only to find that it required a password to boot up. She couldn’t help but ask, "What’s the boot password?"
The man’s eyes slightly changed, and after a long while, his thin lips gently parted, "Your birthday."
Lin Yixun’s heartbeat paused slightly. Her birthday? She thought she had misheard, but she lowered her head and entered a series of numbers, and sure enough, the computer successfully turned on.
Staring at the computer screen, Lin Yixun couldn’t suppress her astonishnt. Why would Leng Yixiu set her birthday as the boot password for his computer?
What on earth was this all about?
Lin Yixun raised her eyes to look at Leng Yixiu, only to see him already bowing his head, intensely focused on handling a pile of docunts. Lin Yixun opened her mouth but ultimately swallowed her doubts.
She thought, maybe this was just a coincidence.
So, the large study room beca quiet, except for the sound of fingers tapping on the keyboard and the pen gliding across A4 paper.
Since leaving A University, Lin Yixun had barely touched a computer, so she inevitably was a bit rusty when she started typing. But gradually, she got the hang of it.
During her university days, besides programming, her typing speed was her greatest strength. Even many professional typists couldn’t match her speed. Watching as the docunts on the table were being transford into text files one by one, Lin Yixun couldn’t help but slightly raise the corners of her lips.
Yet, in her intense focus, she didn’t notice that at so point Leng Yixiu had lifted his head from the pile of files, his deep eyes fixated on her. The Lin Yixun in front of the computer was no longer as lifeless as before; she had beco animated. Even though the task at hand was simple, the expression on her face was vibrant and unmistakable.
This version of her reminded Leng Yixiu of Lin Yixun from five years ago. Back then, she was full of energy, her eyes sparkling with life. She lived boldly, carefree, and unrestrained.
Seeing Lin Yixun like this, the man’s eyes grew gentle, but when his gaze fell on the long scar on her right cheek, his eyes dimd a bit.
Unbeknownst to them, all the docunts on the table had been organized into text files by Lin Yixun. She saved the files on the desktop, stood up, stretched, and turned to look at Leng Yixiu, only to see him still buried in his work.
"Alright, I have organized the docunts as you requested," Lin Yixun said, pushing the laptop towards Leng Yixiu.
The man didn’t lift his head and said indifferently, "Got it. Leave the computer; you can go out now."
"Aren’t you going to check?"
"No need." The man’s voice was cold and distant.
Lin Yixun glanced at Leng Yixiu in confusion. Even though his face was expressionless without any visible fluctuations, she could vaguely sense that the man’s mood seed not too good at the mont.
But wasn’t he fine just a mont ago?
This man was indeed unpredictable!
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