The Chief Conductor’s Strange Lover

umbers 10:23 on the screen, his brain crashed for a moment.

Oh, it's twenty-three past ten.

Aah! It's already twenty-three past ten!

Is it too late to get to work?

Several messages popped up on his WeChat in quick succession, with several colleagues asking him if he was feeling unwell.

Tan Xiaoshi even sent him a profound message saying: [Ruoyun, Conductor Shu said you had a hard time last night because of personal matters, so he gave you a day off].

Ying Ruoyun: ……

However, at around 6 PM, he received a call from Shu Jingzhi.

“Conductor Shu?”

“I'm downstairs, let's go eat together.”

“I've already eaten.”

“Then eat again.”

“Can you be a little more reasonable?”

“It has to do with the orchestra performance, it's a work discussion.”

“Oh, sorry, I'll be right down.”

Arriving at the restaurant and meeting the person in charge of their party, Ying Ruoyun couldn't help but feel that the world was such a small place.

As soon as Luo Yunge saw the two of them, her eyes immediately shone brightly, “Ruoyun, Mr.
Shu, what a coincidence.”

When Ying Ruoyun was an undergraduate at A City University of Arts, Luo Yunge was a classmate.
His relationship with Shu Jingzhi had been a big deal back then, and Luo Yunge naturally knew about it.

When Ying Ruoyun looked at Luo Yunge's abnormal gaze, he knew that she must have misunderstood his relationship with Shu Jingzhi.

“It's been so long since we graduated, I never thought we would meet again,” Luo Yunge sighed, “You two have such a good relationship.”

Ying Ruoyun tried to explain, “Yunge, Shu and I…”

“There's no need to say more, I understand everything.” Luo Yunge refilled his drink, “I was especially supportive of you guys back then, I even voted for you two in the best couple list at A City University of Arts.
Mr.
Shu has to drive, so I won't persuade you to drink.
Ruoyun, come on, have a drink, I'll toast to you.”

Ying Ruoyun was not a good drinker, but for some reason, he did not refuse.

Luo Yunge was a chatterbox and was almost incessantly reminiscing about the past: “Mr.
Shu, back then, you were simply a male god in our faculty, no, the word male god is too vulgar, it simply tarnished your artistic halo.
We all thought at the time that Ruoyun had put you in some kind of a trance and pulled you down from the altar.
Your doting and indulgent treatment of him back then simply spilled dog food all over the faculty.”

Shu Jingzhi didn't say anything.

“Back then, whenever the two of you stood together, no matter what you discussed, whether it was piano, violin or composition, it was as if a barrier was automatically created that kept strangers away, and the understanding and bond between you was so tacit that you couldn't stick even a pin in it.”

Ying Ruoyun drank all the wine in his glass, his throat burning with fire, and he poured himself another glass.

“Don't try to be a hero.” Shu Jingzhi grabbed his glass: “Don't drink it.”

However, Ying Ruoyun seemed to be fighting with him, picking up the bottle directly and drinking the whole thing.

Luo Yunge: ?

Ying Ruoyun looked at Shu Jingzhi with a calm expression, “I'm not trying to be a hero, I can do it.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, there was a loud 'thud' and he fell into his seat.

Fortunately, Shu Jingzhi was quick to catch him and took him into his arms.

Luo Yunge: “Ruoyun is so cute, you two are so affectionate.”

On the way back, under the night breeze, Ying Ruoyun was dazed for a moment and then sober for a moment.

It was just like his own personality.

Someone once said about him: Ying Ruoyun is calm and decisive in big matters but confused in small ones.
His greatest strength is also his greatest weakness.
He is an idealist who loves the sea and the mountains, but the sea and mountains can also be flat.

At this moment, he opened his drunken eyes, saw Shu Jingzhi's profile and muttered, “Senior Shu, haven't we arrived yet?”

Shu Jingzhi was lost in thought for a moment: “We're almost there.”

“Senior,” Ying Ruoyun said, “I like you.”