nashuaworldcup Chapter 310 No, you don't want to eat
Chapter 310 No, you don't want to eat
On Thursday, Chen Xiuyuan was extremely annoyed.
My wife's workplace was having an inspection, so she left home early this morning, around 6 a.m.
My parents live in the countryside, more than 200 kilometers away, so the water from afar can't quench my immediate thirst.
My daughter, Xiaole, wasn't feeling well and took a day off, but there was no one at home to take care of her.
Chen Xiuyuan had no choice but to bring his daughter to school.
Xiao Le is five years old. She has two little pigtails, wears a pink floral dress, and has a pair of shiny little leather shoes on her feet.
She sat on the office sofa, swinging her legs back and forth. After a while, she jumped down, ran to the desk, grabbed the edge of the desk with her little hands, stood on tiptoe, and rested her chin on the desk.
"Dad, play with me."
Chen Xiuyuan looked at the document in front of him.
I've only read half of the materials for the topics to be discussed at the principal's office meeting next Monday.
He lowered his head. "Xiao Le, Daddy still has work to do. Why don't you sit on the sofa for a while, okay?"
Xiao Le went back home pouting unhappily.
Five minutes later, she ran over again.
"Dad, I'm bored."
Chen Xiuyuan coaxed her back.
Five minutes later, she came again.
This time, he held up a small twig he'd pulled from a potted plant on the windowsill. "Dad, look, this is a magic wand!"
Chen Xiuyuan's lips twitched as he looked at her lively and energetic appearance.
This doesn't look like she's sick at all; she's probably faking it to fool her mother.
My wife is soft-hearted, and I can't resist my daughter's sweet talk.
"Xiao Le".
He put the documents down and said, "Go outside and play for a while. You can go to the hallway or the garden downstairs. Just don't go too far."
Xiao Le held up the magic wand, her lips trembling slightly. "Daddy, aren't you going to stay with me?"
"Dad will spend time with you when he's done with his work."
Xiao Le lowered her head, and her magic wand drooped down.
She turned around and slowly walked towards the door.
He opened the door and went out.
The door wasn't closed properly; there was a crack.
Chen Xiuyuan stared at the crack in the door.
My heart softened a little, but the documents in my hand were indeed urgent.
He lowered his head and continued reading.
Footsteps echoed down the corridor.
It wasn't Xiao Le's. Xiao Le's steps are light, tap-tap-tap, like a bird pecking at rice.
This step is a bit heavier and more steady.
The footsteps stopped at the door.
Chen Xiuyuan raised his head.
A figure stood there through the crack in the door.
Then a hand gently knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Song Huan pushed open the door.
He was wearing a dark gray hoodie with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he was holding a USB flash drive.
Upon seeing Chen Xiuyuan, he smiled and said, "Principal Chen."
Chen Xiuyuan looked at him, his lips twitching slightly. "Why are you here again?"
Song Huan held up the USB drive in her hand and shook it.
"Oh, I have a proposal for an innovative entrepreneurship project here, which I need to submit to Professor Zhou Qing. His office is on the second floor, and I just stopped by to see you."
Chen Xiuyuan was certainly aware of the innovation and entrepreneurship project.
It's a national-level project, and the whole university attaches great importance to it; several departments are vying for the quotas.
He looked at the USB drive in Song Huan's hand.
"What project?"
"The food delivery platform plans to collaborate with the business school."
Chen Xiuyuan's brow twitched slightly.
This collaboration across departments and colleges is quite ambitious.
Just as he was about to ask another question, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a small head peeking through the crack in the door.
Xiao Le stood at the door, still clutching the magic wand in her hand, her eyes shining as she looked at Song Huan.
She didn't know this older brother, but she wasn't shy at all.
Chen Xiuyuan's thoughts drifted over.
[This child, I told her to go play in the garden downstairs, but she ran off here again. There's so much to do today, I haven't even finished reading the documents, and nobody's looking after Xiao Le.]
Song Huan lowered her head and looked at Xiao Le.
She was looking up at him, her two little pigtails sticking up, and a blade of grass stuck to her floral dress, probably from rubbing it in the garden.
"Little friend, what's your name?"
"My name is Xiao Le," Xiao Le said in a clear, crisp voice.
Song Huan squatted down. "Xiao Le, your dad's a bit busy right now. How about I take you to play in the garden downstairs?"
Xiao Le looked at him and blinked.
Then he nodded vigorously.
Song Huan stood up and looked at Chen Xiuyuan.
"Principal Chen, how about I take Xiao Le for a walk downstairs, and we'll be right back?"
Chen Xiuyuan hesitated for a moment.
He looked at Song Huan, the student who had appeared in front of him for four consecutive days.
People who collect trash, clean windows, repair locks, and fix computers.
He was silent for two seconds.
Then he nodded, "Don't go too far."
Song Huan smiled and said, "Don't worry."
He bent down and stretched out his hand.
Xiao Le put her little hand into his palm, while still holding the magic wand in her other hand.
The two people walked out of the office and the door closed.
The footsteps in the corridor, one loud and one soft, one heavy and one light, gradually faded away.
The garden below the administration building is small, with a few ginkgo trees, a lawn, and a cobblestone path.
Xiao Le held Song Huan's hand and skipped along the path.
She saw a dandelion, squatted down, puffed out her cheeks, and blew on it. The seeds floated up, and she chased after them.
She saw a snail lying on a stone bench, squatted there and watched it for a long time. She gently touched the snail's shell with her finger, and the snail retracted into it. She giggled.
Song Huan stood beside her, watching her.
The five-year-old girl was innocent and naive, with no defenses against the world.
He squatted down. "Xiao Le, how about I take you to a fun place?"
Xiao Le's eyes lit up. "Where?"
"The convenience store next to the cafeteria."
"OK!"
Xiao Le jumped for joy.
Song Huan led her through the path behind the administration building, past the cafeteria, and to the entrance of the convenience store.
The glass cabinet was filled with snacks.
Potato chips, shrimp crackers, chocolate, lollipops, gummies, and jelly—all brightly colored and glistening under the lights.
Xiao Le was lying on the glass cabinet, his nose pressed against the glass, his eyes wide open, and drool was almost dripping down his face.
She turned her head, tugging at Song Huan's sleeve, "Brother, I want this, this, and this!"
He tapped his finger across the glass, covering a large area.
Song Huan squatted down.
He took the USB drive out of his pocket and held it up in front of Xiao Le.
"Xiao Le, if you do me a favor, I'll buy you snacks, okay?"
Xiao Le looked at the USB drive and blinked.
"Take this back to your father and tell him you found it."
He placed the USB drive in Xiao Le's hand. "Then you tell your dad that the older brother delivered the USB drive to Professor Zhou Qing, and Professor Zhou Qing scolded him. He was very sad and left. The USB drive fell on the ground, and you picked it up."
Xiao Le looked down at the USB drive in his hand.
It's black, small, and has a sticker on it that says "Food Delivery Platform Solution".
She looked up. "Brother, didn't you just say you were going to give it to that old professor?"
Song Huan's lips twitched.
The old professor.
I wonder what Zhou Qing's expression would be if he knew that a five-year-old girl was calling him an "old man".
"Yes, but that old professor scolded my brother."
Song Huan lowered her voice, a sad expression on her face, "My brother was very sad, so he left. The USB drive fell on the ground, and that's what you found."
Xiao Le looked at him.
I stared at it for several seconds.
Then she shook her head. "You can't lie. Dad says that children who lie will have their noses grow longer."
Song Huan looked into her earnest eyes.
"Alright then, let's go back."
Song Huan immediately turned hostile.
Xiao Le was pulled along for a couple of steps, then turned around and looked at the colorful snacks in the glass cabinet.
"Brother, aren't we buying snacks? I really want some."
No, you don't want to eat.
……
After reviewing the last document, Chen Xiuyuan put down his pen.
He rubbed his temples, stood up, and walked to the window.
The ginkgo leaves outside the window are starting to turn yellow, with a golden edge around them.
He glanced downstairs; the garden was empty, with only a few leaves on the stone bench.
Xiao Le is not here.
He glanced at his watch; it was almost eleven o'clock.
Just as I was wondering whether I should go downstairs to look for it, I heard footsteps in the corridor.
One is large and the other is small; one is heavy and the other is light.
The door was pushed open.
Xiao Le ran in, clutching a strawberry lollipop in her hand, which she had already eaten half of.
His face was all smiles, and there was a little bit of sugar stain on the corner of his mouth, making it sparkle.
He was still clutching the magic wand in his other hand, unwilling to let it go.
Song Huan followed her in.
There was a blade of grass stuck to her clothes, probably from when Xiao Le was chasing dandelions in the garden.
Chen Xiuyuan bent down and picked up Xiao Le.
I took a tissue from the table and wiped her mouth.
Then she looked up at Song Huan, a little embarrassed, and said, "How much? I'll pay you."
Song Huan waved her hand, "Xiao Le is very cute. I bought the food for her myself, so I didn't charge her."
He smiled and said, "Principal Chen, I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."
Before Chen Xiuyuan could speak, he had already turned around and walked out.
The footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor.
Chen Xiuyuan held Xiao Le in his arms and stood in front of his desk.
He lowered his head, about to ask Xiao Le where she had gone to play.
Xiao Le suddenly reached out his hand, and a USB flash drive was lying in his palm.
It's black, small, and has a sticky note on it that says "Food Delivery Platform Solution".
"Where did this come from?"
Xiao Le's voice was crisp and clear, "I picked it up, that older brother dropped it."
Chen Xiuyuan took it.
The USB drive still carried the warmth of Xiao Le's palm.
Why don't you give it back to your brother?
Xiao Le thought about it seriously, "Because he was scolded by the old professor, he was very sad, and I want to show it to my dad."
Chen Xiuyuan was stunned.
He looked at the USB drive in his hand, then at Xiao Le in his arms.
Xiao Le licked his lollipop, his cheeks puffed out, looking completely innocent.
"What old professor?"
"It's the one downstairs." Xiao Le pointed to the floor. "White hair, wears glasses, looks fierce."
Chen Xiuyuan knew who it was.
Zhou Qing.
He looked at the USB drive, an innovative entrepreneurial project that Zhou Qing had scolded him about, the plan had fallen to the ground and was picked up by Xiao Le.
He was silent for a while.
Then, holding Xiao Le, I sat behind my desk and plugged the USB drive into the computer.
The file is open.
Cover page: Joint Innovation and Entrepreneurship Practice Project between Nanjiang University and Donghai University: Smart Food Delivery Platform in University Town.
He flipped down.
Market analysis, business model, technical architecture, financial budget, page after page.
The more I looked at it, the more relaxed my brow became.
As he finished reading, he leaned back in his chair, looking at the proposal on the screen.
Xiao Le was perched on his shoulder, having finished his lollipop, leaving only an empty stick in his hand.
"Dad, will that older brother come back?"
Chen Xiuyuan did not answer.
He looked at the words on the screen: "Nanjiang University and Donghai University Cross-University Joint Venture".
A bold idea, a cross-school framework, a plan that Zhou Qing threw out but Xiao Le picked up.
Coincidence?
He unplugged the USB drive from the computer and placed it on the table.
The silver connector glittered in the sunlight.