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After all, the school's public affairs department is the professional in handling the aftermath and cleaning up the mess. Guderian is only in charge temporarily, so it's not appropriate for an outsider to instruct an expert.
"Go back to base."
Sitting in the passenger seat, Guderian instructed the driver, then turned to look at the two young men in the back of the car: "Where did you two go? I couldn't get through to you on the phone."
They had each changed into new clothes and were carrying so many shopping bags. Had they abandoned their tasks to go on a shopping date?
At a critical moment, abandoning official duties to indulge in personal feelings is something most people wouldn't do, but Gao Kui could very well do it; he's no ordinary person.
"When we drove to the intersection on Shunhe Road, we mistakenly entered a Nibelungen," Chen Motong said succinctly, showing her ability to grasp the key points.
Life and death, hanging by a thread, the great escape—those are all secondary and secondary; Nibelungen is the real focus.
Those capable of constructing Nibelungen are typically pure-blooded true dragons of at least the third generation, and they can be connected to all the plot points mentioned above.
"Damn it, is this coastal town a den of thieves? Not long ago, Gao Kui and his son Chu Zihang entered Nibelungen on the overpass, and today they've entered another Nibelungen in the downtown area!"
Professor Guderian exclaimed in disbelief, becoming increasingly convinced that Gao Kui was his savior and a potential candidate worthy of being designated as the "Messiah" by Principal Angers.
If they didn't have great potential and a bright future, how could they have accidentally entered the Nibelungen twice in a short period of time and come out unscathed?
In Chinese terms, this is called destiny.
After his initial exclamation, Professor Guderian examined Gao Kui closely again: "How are you? You weren't injured in the Nibelungen, were you? Are you alright?"
"Professor, could you please stop using such formulaic dialogue? Are you injured? Are you alright? Are you dead? It's the same few lines over and over in movies and novels. You can tell from the scene and the context that there will be lines like that..."
Of course, I appreciate your kindness, Professor.
Gao Kui grumbled that Guderian's lines were too dry and not impressive enough.
"What other lines can I say?" Professor Guderian complained.
Man, what can I say?
"For example..." Gao Kui rolled his eyes, seemingly about to steer the conversation to the ends of the earth.
"professor!"
Chen Motong quickly interrupted Gao Kui: "We can talk about the Nibelungen matter later. There are many suspicious points worth considering."
"Oh, yes, yes, yes."
Professor Guderian suddenly snapped out of his reverie, almost letting Gao Kui steer the conversation off course again: "Let's talk about the documents first, have they been retrieved?"
Gao Kui tossed a leather bag to Guderian.
Professor Guderian took the leather bag, squeezed it, and felt that the feel was not quite right. He opened the bag and took out the contents, which were two of the latest white-dial Tissot Le Locle watches.
As a classic model from the most classic entry-level Swiss watch brand, this watch is quite famous.
"Why are there two watches?" Guderian was slightly taken aback.
"This is a gift for you, Dean. The other piece is for Director Masafumi Tomiyama. We are grateful for your care over the years."
Gao Kui grumbled again, "There's a watch shop in Nibelungen that I just grabbed it on a whim. It's a pity that shop doesn't have any high-end goods."
There were no Patek Philippe, Vacheron Constantin, or Rolex watches, not even a Longines…
Professor Guderian's eyes welled up slightly. All the effort he had poured into Gao Kui over the years had been worthwhile. The only problem was…
"Why is it packaged in a brown leather bag?"
“It’s imitating Infernal Affairs,” Gao Kui said confidently.
"I will cherish this watch."
Professor Guderian took off his newly bought IWC Engineer watch and put on the Tissot watch given to him by Gao Kui. He shook his wrist and found the strap a little loose, but it didn't matter; he could adjust it later.
Professor Guderian, feeling quite pleased with himself, handed the wristwatch he had just taken off to Gao Kui: "I don't have a watch winder, and it would be a waste to leave two watches lying around."
This watch is for you; consider it an early gift for your graduation and coming of age.
Chen Motong rolled her eyes at the sight.
The watch Gao Kui gave him was just an entry-level timepiece; its list price of a few thousand yuan was just something he casually picked up in Nibelungen. The IWC Ingenieur that Professor Guderian returned had a list price of over 110,000 yuan.
This is truly treating Gao Kui like a son; you wouldn't normally give a student a watch worth 100,000 yuan. For example, Finger didn't receive this treatment.
"Hey, then I won't stand on ceremony. I'll work hard to make you, Dean, famous in the education field because of me!"
Gao Kui didn't stand on ceremony at all. He happily accepted the high-end item that Guderian had returned, put it on, took out his phone, and snapped several photos, planning to post them on QQ Space later.
“Take the photos later, where are the documents?” Professor Guderian steered the conversation back to business.
Gao Kui then tossed Guderian another document, this time a truly confidential one, sealed with a large letter A stamp.
"Finally, the document has been returned to its rightful owner!" Professor Guderian breathed a sigh of relief as he took the document. If conditions allowed, he naturally hoped that Gao Kui could retrieve the document.
Even before enrolling in school, he helped the school retrieve Class A classified documents; that's certainly part of his resume.
"Strictly speaking, the idiom 'returning the jade intact to Zhao' is not used in this way..."
Sitting amidst the pile of shopping bags, Chen Motong pointed out Guderian's inappropriate word choice. She then glanced at Gao Kui beside her, thinking that Gao Kui would pick up on the topic, as it was a perfect point for his free-flowing thoughts.
However, the latter did not respond. He suddenly yawned, moved his lips a few times and mumbled a few words that no one could understand. He turned his back to Chen Motong, no longer as energetic as before, curled up in the seat and fell asleep. His long eyelashes, reflected in the car window, trembled slightly.
Chen Motong suddenly realized that Gao Kui was probably indeed tired.
First, you have to fight the heroic spirits in Nibelungen, and then you have to chase after the thief who stole the documents. It is indeed quite mentally taxing.
“This is Gao Kui’s usual behavior. You’ve probably encountered it a few times in the last few days,” Guderian explained in a low voice, instructing the driver to drive slower and more steadily.
As a mental patient suffering from severe insomnia, Gao Kui's sleep is extremely irregular and highly fragmented.
They might not be able to sleep all day, or they might sleep in segments five or six times a day, without a specific biological clock or regular schedule.
Chapter 70 The temptation to go home
"Wow, Sister Nuonuo, didn't you go on a mission to get documents? How come you brought back so many shopping bags? Did you stop by the shopping street to shop on the way?"
Xia Mi, who had just finished showering, had wet hair and smelled of shampoo and shower gel. Wearing a tank top, she stared in amazement at the pile of shopping bags stacked by the door.
"It would have been great if we had actually gone shopping in the middle of the trip. But then again, if it were a real shopping trip, I would never have bought this much Metersbonwe."
Chen Motong lay on the bed, complaining listlessly. Her legs were raised and swaying, and her ten toes were round and smooth, like neatly arranged pearls.
"Isn't Metersbonwe good? It's a major domestic brand, and its designs are quite fashionable."
Xia Mi spoke up for Metersbonwe, striking a vibrant pose as she spoke: "Metersbonwe, we don't follow the usual path."
"They're all copied from the best-selling styles of international big brands, so of course they're fashionable enough."
"As a clothing brand from a developing country, copying design elements from international brands is an unavoidable part of the business. Isn't Zara from Spain also operating in this way?"
Most importantly, it's cheap! I can't afford those international designer clothes that cost thousands or tens of thousands of yuan each. Xia Mi, who wasn't wealthy, argued confidently.
"I'm glad you don't have a bad impression of the Metersbonwe brand."
"What do you mean?" Xia Mi looked at Chen Motong in confusion.
I don't dislike Metersbonwe, so what's there to be happy about?
Chen Motong gestured towards the pile of shopping bags behind the door: "Most of those clothes were given to you by your beloved brother."
Chen Motong said this against her will.
Most of those clothes were chosen and styled by her; Gao Kui's taste is really hard to compliment. And Gao Kui wasn't the one paying; it was all free purchases.
If one had to pinpoint what Gao Kui did wrong, it would probably be that he mentioned wanting to send clothes to Xia Mi. Even if he hadn't said anything, Chen Motong wouldn't have helped Xia Mi choose.
"Really?"
Xia Mi's eyes lit up with surprise: "There are more than a dozen shopping bags in total. Metersbonwe isn't exactly cheap among domestic brands. Brother Ai is giving me so many clothes. Isn't that too much of a waste?"
The little girl was visibly excited, even more so than Chu Yuxun in "Meteor Shower" who was taken to Metersbonwe by Duanmu. What girl doesn't want fashionable new clothes?
To be honest, Xia Mi's character is closer to Chu Yuxun's.
"He bought everything for free, without spending a single penny. Besides, even if he did spend money, so what? He's not some poor kid anymore; he has at least tens of thousands of yuan in scholarship money in his account."
Moreover, strictly speaking, it's a stretch to say that these clothes were a gift from him. I picked out most of the clothes and shoes for you, and he only said one sentence..."
Chen Motong paused mid-sentence, recalling the moment she had been in Nibelungen not long ago, and felt a pang of sadness for no apparent reason.
She painstakingly helped Gao Kui choose clothes and shoes, but he completely ignored her efforts and suddenly blurted out, "I need to send clothes to Xia Mi..."
It's closer to the north.
She's like the typical devoted wife in urban dramas, wholeheartedly caring for her family and husband, meticulously planning household expenses every day, and over time she becomes an unattractive, haggard housewife in her husband's eyes.
Xia Mi is naturally the villainous second female lead. On the surface, she is as close as a sister and best friend to Xia Mi, but behind her back, she not only wears Xia Mi's clothes and sleeps in her bed, but also seduces Xia Mi's husband. She is an absolute little vixen.
After being betrayed and having her love stolen, she endured a series of hardships, including her husband's infidelity and a miscarriage, but eventually overcame all difficulties and grew into an independent and strong urban woman.
It has the feel of a strong female lead urban drama; if it were written into a script, it could easily be made into at least fifty or sixty episodes.
"Did you pick this out for me, Sister Nuonuo?"
Xia Mi pulled a sun-protective garment out of her shopping bag, held it up against her chest, and excitedly asked Chen Motong.
"Yes."
Chen Motong shook his head to stop overthinking, then nodded again, inwardly mocking himself.
Forget about the stereotypical "old wife" in Chinese urban dramas; if we're really talking about it, Xia Mi was the original wife, since she and Gao Kui always had a very close relationship.
On the contrary, she is more like a stereotypical villainous second female lead, a hypocrite who befriends the female lead but secretly plots against her boyfriend.
However, on the other hand, Gao Kui and Xia Mi are not in a romantic relationship; they are just closer, more like siblings or good friends...
Xia Mi took the new clothes out of the shopping bag one by one, immersed in the joy of opening blind boxes, occasionally asking Chen Motong questions about clothing matching. Compared to Chen Motong, who came from a prestigious family, this silly girl with a Beijing hukou was more like the ugly duckling or Cinderella.
Chen Motong was absentmindedly dealing with Xia Mi, his mind wandering as he conjured up the next plot of that melodramatic urban drama and pondered the exact nature of the relationship between Gao Kui and Xia Mi...
They're all things unrelated to reality.
Until Xia Mi took out a red T-shirt and gestured with it, puffing out her cheeks.
"Is this T-shirt a bit too big for me? It's a loose fit, right? Loose-fitting clothes like this are quite popular right now..."
That one wasn't for you!
Chen Motong suddenly came to her senses, jumped off the bed, snatched the T-shirt from Xia Mi's hand, and carefully folded it and put it back in the shopping bag.
"This one is mine, the others are yours."