Yingcheng University was one of the top universities in the country. It had many famous teachers, majors, handsome men, and beautiful women.

Meng Zijin was known as a goddess here.

The Goddess of Rose.

On the night of the freshman welcome party, she played a piece of music on the stage, which was wildly spread by the whole Yingcheng University.

"There will be a lecture about starting up a business at two o'clock in the afternoon at the auditorium. I heard that it is a lecture by Song Yunshen, the president of Congting. He is also an excellent graduate of the Yingcheng University. The senior is coming back to give a speech. Why don't we go and listen to it?" Zheng Yuyu opened the umbrella, lifted the hem of his skirt, and walked beside Meng Zijin. Maybe because her words were too heavy before, Meng Zijin had been not talking to her for a long time.

Meng Zijin tilted her head and glanced at her. She let out a sigh of relief and helplessly took the umbrella from her hand. She put her arm around her back and on her shoulder. "I'm not going. I'm not starting a business. Why should I listen to that."

Seeing her movements, Zheng Yuyu finally breathed a sigh of relief and hugged her back with a smile. "Jinjin, please go with me. Senior Song is famous for being rich and handsome. It's not too much to see him, isn't it? Besides, there's no class in the afternoon. You can take it as a chance for me to get acquaintance with him."

Zheng Yuyu always used a tone of negotiation to force her to do such an unrestrained thing.

Meng Zijin chuckled and complained about her. "You went to see men every day, but I don't see you date anyone."

Zheng Yuyu was two years older than her. Her unchanging hobby was to flirt with handsome men. She had reached the age of dating early, but had never been close to her first love before graduation.

"You too," Zheng Yuyu retorted.

"I'm still young." Meng Zijin was reasonable.

"Hey, You are a senior on the fourth grade now." Zheng Yuyu pinched her waist through her clothes. After a while, Meng Zijin was defeated and agreed.

Meng Zijin took the college entrance examination before she was 17 years old, and she was admitted to Yingcheng University as the top scorer. She was young, capable, and good-looking. With the help of Zheng Yuyu's spreading, her name was well-known in the university soon.

Moreover, some people were sure that her name would be on the list of outstanding graduates this year.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the road leading to the auditorium was tightly packed. Meng Zijin was pulled into the auditorium by Zheng Yuyu. After she was seated, Meng Zijin looked back and found that there were no empty seats in just a few seconds.

She tilted her head and tugged at the sleeve of Zheng Yuyu. "Is Senior Song so famous? This is even grander than Mr. Gao's lecture."

Looking forward, he saw that the people sitting in the first row were all school leaders.

"Oh, Song Yunshen, you didn't know?" Zheng Yuyu couldn't help but widen his eyes. He pinched the soft face of Meng Zijin and said with a sigh, "You're really a fairy with no desires."

"Tsk, let's get down to business." Meng Zijin patted her hand away and rubbed her face, which had been pinched by her.

Meng Zijin had a full schedule and rarely went to gossip about things that had nothing to do with her. But today's party was comparable to the school gala, which aroused her curiosity.

Zheng Yuyu pursed his lips and raised his chin. When he mentioned the name Song Yunshen, his eyes reflected the light of worship, which was particularly striking.

"Song Yunshen is a god-like figure. He established the Congting in less than a year after graduation. Congting is a place that is beyond reach. After so many years, this senior brother was invited back to give a lecture, which is much more meaningful than Professor Gao's brainwashing meeting. Besides, Senior Song is young and handsome. Who doesn't want to take a look at his gorgeous face."

"What's more, Senior Song has donated a lot of money to the school over the years. If he wants to invest, he may be the largest shareholder. But Senior Song didn't do that, which shows how big his vision is!"

Meng Zijin listened to the flattery of Zheng Yuyu, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

It seemed to be quite interesting.

Congting?

"Why does this name sound a little familiar?"

The lecture began on time at two o'clock. An assistant checked the PowerPoint on the stage. It started with the speeches of the principal and several leaders of the institutes. They were all the same words and would get tired of listening to them.

Meng Zijin covered her face and yawned secretly.

"Good afternoon, teachers, junior brothers and sisters. I'm Song Yunshen. It's my pleasure to stand here and meet you all..."

A magnetic and cold voice surrounded the auditorium. As the applause fell, Meng Zijin finished her long yawn. Her eyes were filled with tears. She sniffed and fixed her eyes on the stage.

"Oh my god, Senior Song is so handsome!" Zheng Yuyu sighed in a low voice like other fangirls, his eyes full of love. He grabbed the sleeve of Meng Zijin.

Meng Zijin was stunned.

She suspected that she was hallucinating.

She raised her hand to rub her eyes, which were still wet, and carefully confirmed it.

His facial features, clothes, and voice were exactly the same as the man she saw at noon today.

An hour later, Zheng Yuyu had crumpled her clothes. Meng Zijin was a little confused. What Song Yunshen had said was useless to her. Only his clear and magnetic voice penetrated her heart one after another.

She had to admit that this was an outstanding man whose voice had left a deep impression on her.

Meng Zijin leaned back in her chair and looked at the people on the stage seriously. Unlike in this noon, he wore a pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He was gentle, elegant, and had an extraordinary temperament.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but the people on the stage suddenly looked up at the crowd under the stage. For a moment, Meng Zijin felt that he was looking at her.

Meng Zijin looked away guiltily and clenched her fists.

A sense of nervousness inexplicably flowed through his entire body.

"That's all I have to say today. I hope these will be useful to everyone. In the end, as your senior brother, I have something to tell you..."

Meng Zijin fixed her eyes on him again.

He placed one hand on the speech table and said in a warm voice, "I hope everyone can have a far-reaching vision."

After the applause, seeing that he was about to step down, several bold girl students stood up and asked, "Senior Song, do you need a girlfriend!"

Meng Zijin was speechless.

There was a hint of eagerness in this question. She guessed that it might have been caused by nervousness, she curled her lips and chuckled unconsciously.

The man stopped, picked up the microphone again, and answered seriously, "Put your mind on your studies."

The audience burst into an uproar.

Meng Zijin also laughed out loud.

He answered, but did not answer.

The aftereffect of this lecture was so strong that Zheng Yuyu couldn't recover for a long time. He held Meng Zijin and never left the words "Senior Song".

"Wuwu, I don't know how many times the ancestral tomb should smoke to let me, Zheng Yuyu, marry such a man!" As soon as she finished speaking, Zheng Yuyu closed his eyes, looked up at the sky, and prayed devoutly with his palms put together.

Meng Zijin slapped her on the forehead and said, "Wake up, you're dreaming in broad daylight."

"What? Aren't you fascinated by him? Don't think that I don't know that someone has been staring at Senior Song throughout the lecture." Zheng Yuyu finally held her head high. He approached Meng Zijin and poked her mouth. "You are still smiling with the corner up."

Meng Zijin was speechless.

"I, I, I... What the f*ck!" Zheng Yuyu was so excited that he wanted to break the fingers of Meng Zijin.

Meng Zijin was about to refute, but she was suddenly frightened by her intense reaction. Enduring the pain, she looked in the direction where her gaze landed.

It was Song Yunshen who was talking to some leaders of institutes.

He was so handsome that where he stood could be scenery.

The gold-rimmed glasses were gone, and he looked the same as he did at noon today.

It was unknown if he had heard the noise, but he looked up at them. The road was not wide. Meng Zijin and Zheng Yuyu were sitting on the bench, and it seemed that they were going to pass by here.

As the footsteps and voices got closer and closer, Zheng Yuyu was so shocked that she forgot to react.

Meng Zijin looked away and lowered her eyelashes. She had no intention of greeting him.

It might not be a good thing to be recognized. At that time, he was just in a hurry and did not pursue the matter. If he went back on his word and asked her for repayment now, I would be in trouble.

"Meng Zijin?" Professor Gas, who was standing next to the principal, suddenly shouted. His voice was so loud that the conversation was interrupted.

Meng Zijin was speechless.

"Mr. Gao, sooner or later I will get back at you!"

"Nice to meet you, Professor... Professor Gao, and all the leaders." Meng Zijin took a deep breath and greeted them, along with Zheng Yuyu, who had been stiff for a long time.

When she looked at Song Yunshen, she hesitated for a moment before saying, "Nice to meet you, Senior Song."

Song Yunshen glanced at her expressionlessly and nodded slightly.

"Oh, Yunshen, let me introduce you. This is Meng Zijin. She's amazing. After so many years, she's the second student who dares to challenge me, second only to you." Professor Gao put one hand behind his back and pressed Meng Zijin on the shoulder with the other. If it was not mistaken, he was a little proud.

Meng Zijin didn't know whether to laugh or not. It didn't sound good.

With a smile on his face, Song Yunshen looked at the little girl in front of him again.

The little girl looked quite young in front of him. She had an outstanding appearance and delicate eyebrows. Her almond-shaped eyes were misty and soft, but her whole body exuded an imperceptible hostility.

Her shoulder-length hair was scattered all over her shoulders and neck. Her neck was slender and dazzlingly white. Song Yunshen thought of the rain that fell on the girl's collarbone at noon today and looked away quietly.

Probably because she had been drenched in the rain, she had changed her clothes. The brooch exclusive to music students was in her original position.

"This is your senior. You must have known him." Professor Gao was like Peter Pan. He was a senior professor of the institute of Philosophy of Marxism. Summary of Mao Zedong's Theories and Philosophy of Marxism were two public compulsory courses for freshmen and sophomores. In these courses, Professor Gao got the two proudest students in his life. One was Song Yunshen from the Finance Department who graduated in 2010, and the other was Meng Zijin from the Department of Music who was ready to graduate.

It seemed that he would not stop until they make acquaintance with each other.

"There's no need." Meng Zijin swallowed hard to hide her embarrassment. Meng Zijin grabbed Zheng Yuyu, who had already been dumbfounded, and said, "Professor, we have to go now. Goodbye, everyone. Goodbye, senior brother!"

Professor Gao was confused. He chuckled and pointed to Meng Zijin, who seemed to be fleeing in panic, and explained to Song Yunshen, "This girl doesn't usually act like this."

"I know." Song Yunshen withdrew his gaze, slightly curved his lips, put his hands into his pockets of coats, and stepped forward to continue the topic he had just talked about with the principal.

"You know?"

Professor Gao stood still and narrowed his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking about, but he clicked his tongue in amusement.