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Logical Aesthetics Chapter 2

Chapter 2

<< What about me, do I look good??>>

    The voices of the people on the stage was very quiet, and the people sitting in the audience could only guess the contents of their conversations through Osta's expressionless state.

    Although Zhang Xingzhi knew that last night the person in front of him was not small, but he had to say that the laugh of one of the directors of the Heat Flow Fund was worthless in his eyes to such an extent that it really exceeded his expectations.

    "I'm really sorry Mr. Zhong Yi, I will always keep you in mind." Osta, who tried his best to save his ass said sincerely.

    This was the first time he felt that their biennial competition process was cumbersome. What did you think about it at the beginning? A few names still needed to be announced for the top ten and in first three minutes he should have squeezed the day and end the fight.

    If it was not for the purpose of grabbing the co-branding qualification with the PD next year, why would they want to provoke Zhong Yi so much?

    Originally, everybody exchanged resources and needed each other, and the conditions were well talked about, and people were called in, because they temporarily gave out their schedules for appointments, and they did not blame others for their attitude towards him.

    In the curious state of everyone's inquisitive eyes, Zhong Yi's eyes didn't move at all. He didn't want to care about Osta, and his attitude was even more obvious.

    Osta's heart was miserable: "Mainly, we didn't expect Leonard to be so busy in the past two years ..."

    Leonard?

    Zhang Xingzhi, who was standing quietly between the both, was caught off guard by hearing the name of an old friend. Was this person looking to get hold of Leonard ...???

  Staring at the bright white neck that had been traced by him, Zhang Xingzhi's mood was complicated.

    After all, at this time last night, neither of them thought that they would meet here again in this way.

    Spring City, Heaven on Earth--

    Zhang Xingzhi repeatedly emphasized that he  had the competition schedule the next day and failed to evade the colleague's "hospitality".

    On the wine table, the people were more like a person who didn't show their talents. The scene was very chaotic. Then Zhang Xingzhi raised his hand to find an excuse and prepared to escape with going to the toilet as an excuse.

    Having escaped the gathering, Zhang Xingzhi flashed and turned towards the exit door to the side as soon as he came out of the private room, at the very moment he closed the door, someone immediately followed him out of the private room.

    Zhang Xingzhi leaned quietly next to the door, looked at the stairwell where he could barely see his fingers in front of him, and waited for the other person's footsteps to walk away. The tip of his nose was full of dust. In addition to the green and red "emergency" sign beside the stairs. The "exit" sign flashed, and there was no trace of any light and it looked dark.

    Obviously, it was a place where no one would stay for long, but Zhang Xingzhi after he confirmed that person's departure,  he then dragged his feet into the darkness as it got deeper. Without any steps, he climbed the stairs after seeing a familiar face...

    The club had a total of 22 floors, but from the 7th floor on wards, there wasn’t a passenger elevator that was open to the outside world. All the floors above were expensive suites.

    If you wanted to go upstairs and unlock the floors above in the elevator without fingerprints, you could only go through the windows and there weren't any windows, and you didn’t expect anyone to come there and use the staircase.

    "Mr. Zhang, where are you going?"

    "Washroom." Zhang Xingzhi calmly answered the inquiry on the other side of the phone, and continued to walk silently, without any decreasing his pace. He could not hear any difference in his voice, and as he spoke his voice echoed a little as he was in a closed corridor, it was not very convincing.

    As a result, there was a laugh on the other end of the phone, he snorted: "If it's not that you're in the bathroom right now, I really have to trust you Mr. Zhang."

 Mr. Zhang :"I usually look like a pretty honest person; how can I lie?"

    The stairwell went straight up and down, and the middle exit door was locked at the end. Even the number of floors was unmarked. The only exit was on the seventh floor and on the rooftop on the top floor. One simply wouldn’t take the stairs if one was in a proper state of mind.

    But Zhang Xingzhi kept walking and was determined, and spoke quietly: "You can have fun, I will get on the plane tomorrow morning."

    "Who catches a plane that early, who are you running away from." The man turned sharply and asked, "Hey Mr. Zhang, what kind of girl do you like, please tell your brother, I think the new teacher Kobayashi is really pretty. Why don't you like her? "

    Zhang Xingzhi still didn't answer and only said: " The event is over, I want to come back as soon as possible."

 Zhou Rui: "I have to worry about why people don't come back early and you come back without even asking?"

    "You know, you're so boring ."

    "Every time I help you with finding women, aren't you afraid Mr. Zhang that your grandma won't be get angry?"

    "You say you don't want a woman who's hot, considerate, and don't want her to be  like a woman, you don't like the kind with nice red blushing face, pointed jaw, big ..."

    "Mr. Zhou." Zhang Xingzhi didn't want to struggle anymore. It was because his friend became more and more outrageous that he had to be stopped. "If you don't return, I will come out and find you."

    "Excuse me." Zhou Rui pouted.

    But he deserved to get scolded, but he tightly followed him from the time Zhang Xingzhi ran away.

    After waiting for him to talk, he was willing to hang up, and Zhang Xingzhi found the door to go to the rooftop.

    Ever since his grandma's call was accidentally received by the Dean, everyone was particularly keen on helping him to set him up with a blind date bureau.


    However, their campus was in the suburbs, there were no places of entertainment around, and the club membership card was used in turns. Whenever a new female teacher arrived in the school, whether she was a hired staff or an intern, no matter which college, he was the first one to be called. This made people very suspicious of Zhang Xingzhi being a fake university teacher. The teacher who came to school every day taught a few students and went on a blind dates.

    On his way, after a long time , the honest Zhang Xingzhi discovered the secret base he was looking for, but the rooftop was actually not a place to be accessed by the public.

    At night, the semi-open-air suite behind him had the view of the starry sky above him, and the entire room was surrounded by fully transparent floor-to-ceiling windows.

    Afraid of offending someone, Zhang Xingzhi even inquired specifically. He was relieved when he found out that this room was vacant all year round and wasn’t booked out. After all, for someone to be like him,the probability was too low.

    Before seeing him there that night, Zhang Xingzhi had no idea that he would meet someone there.

    In the same way, Zhong Yi had never thought that someone would appear from the door when he hadn't even touched the lock.

    After hanging up the phone, Zhang Xingzhi lifted his hand and pushed the door open for the first time, then his eyes met the slender figure who was bending over the railing on the roof .

    The night was very dark. Looking out, the bright and cheerful view outside the door was full of large, curtain-like dark colors, quiet and peaceful. Under such a dark night sky, everything became insignificant. Maybe this was what paradise looked like.

    Suddenly, as if waiting for the two of them to look at each other, the heavens and the earth completely calmed down.

    I want to take a picture of him.

    This was the only idea left in Zhang Xingzhi's head.

    He rarely saw anyone with such fascination, but at that time he was unable to look away from the peach blossom eyes half-filled with spring water, only to realize that the moment the master of these eyes would come into the frame, all the artistic conception around him ,was for their master, what poetry, and what he painted, that all were made only for him.

    Instead of leaning on the railing, it was better to say that he was standing deep in the starry sky.

    Then Zhang Xingzhi saw the man put the goblet in his hand down and simply looked at him. For a moment, his foot stepped forward before his brain gave a response.

    "Did you come here through the stairs?"

    Before Zhang Xingzhi could respond, that man's gorgeous voice came along with the night wind, with a little smile.

    "Um." Zhang Xingzhi responded dumbly, and the stamina just after drinking alcohol in the private room was suddenly blown away by the night breeze.

    Zhong Yi looked at him with interest, at the "uninvited guest" who had slipped into his back garden, and asked, "Are you tired?"

    Zhang Xing's Adam’s apple moved slightly: "Not tired."

    He had a good eyesight, and he saw him as soon as he opened the door. It was Zhang Xingzhi's aggressive face.

    In the night, Zhong Yi connected the eyebrows and bridge of his nose into a unique arc. The corners of his mouth were lightly curled, and a pair of narrow eyes stared at him straightly. His hair swayed in the evening breeze, bewitching Zhang Xingzhi.

    But Zhong Yi actually didn't really see the person until the person before him walked a few steps towards him.

    He raised his eyebrows subconsciously, and the compliment was not stingy: "How can he be so beautiful?"

    Listening to this sentence that was obviously more suitable for him, Zhang Xingzhi didn't speak.

    But this did not hinder anything, because Zhong Yi understood it as soon as he received the person's gaze on his face. Although the child was not very talkative, but he couldn't bear this face to please him, then he had nothing to do on his own initiative.

    Zhong Yi greeted the deep-colored ink eyes in his pupils, raised his lips and leaned in the direction of Zhang Xingzhi, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What about me, am I pretty?"

    Zhang Xingzhi's voice was astringent, and he answered frankly, "You look good."

    Obviously, the answer was no surprise, but it made Zhong Yi smile even widely.

    He raised his hand and pulled the man's fiery big palm to the side of his face. He kissed the smiling eyes with his head and kissed the man with a smile. "Are you going to bed with me?"

    To such a person, Zhang Xingzhi couldn't refusal at all, and he suddenly remembered the feeling of picking up the camera for the first time eighteen years ago in the flash.

    He was only ten years old that year.

    In retrospect, Zhang Xingzhi only remembered that he was looking at the luxurious suite through the floor-to-ceiling window for a long while, then he was obediently led by Zhong Yi and followed him step by step.

    It was also at that time that Zhang Xingzhi realized that the glass door didn't even have a lock, and the man opened it in front of them with a single push.

    After being brought to bed, Zhang Xingzhi asked the first and only question that night: "Doesn't it matter if we do it here?"

    The person who had already straddled him was just smiling, with his eyes asked, "Do you think I'm a person who would climb the 15th floor?"

    As soon as he said that, Zhong Yi hinted and he took his hand very roughly towards his shirt button, and looked at him condescendingly,and said, "Tonight, no one will drive you out of here do whatever you want ."

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PS: Don't ask me why a club is named "Heaven on Earth" it is such a native name. Spring city is a county-level city.


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