Since coming to the G12 summit, Zhong Yixue's heart has always been in a state of anxiety.

She was always afraid that Yao Yayao would poke out some big basket, or that her performance would be substandard. Fortunately, now that half-time has passed, Yao Yayao has been performing well, even better than she expected.

The phrase "there is a golden house in the book" is indeed not deceiving. When a person reads more books, his inner elegance will sometimes shine like gold.

Yao Yayao on the stage quoted scriptures, and when he talked, he always exuded a very special scholarly self-confidence temperament. Zhong Yixue appreciates this and is very happy. Yao Yayao killed people with a soft knife just now, and told a metaphorical satirical story about a gun dealer, and made the president Shi Xifeng, whom she hated the most, so angry that she almost had a heart attack on the spot. This made her laugh even more, and she was a little secretly happy.

Yao Yayao, whom she knows, is usually polite, honest and honest. But he never expected that once "Wen Dou" started, his mouth and kung fu were sharp teeth, and they were also quite sharp.

Zhong Yixue suddenly saw that Yao Yayao on the stage was inexplicably distracted in an instant. She felt very strange, and couldn't help but follow Yao Yayao's eyes and look in the direction where the host Sa Xiaobei was.

Looking at it like this, her heart was uncomfortable for a while. It turned out that Yao Yayao's moment of trance was actually because he saw a young beautiful audience.

Zhong Yixue saw that the Qinghua girl was dressed in green, and her appearance and temperament seemed to be not bad. But what is this?! Is he not much inferior to her? Isn't it just that green outfit, which looks a little fancy!

Zhong Yixue suddenly smiled bitterly in her heart. Her family background is not bad, but she has been taught strictly since she was a child, and she follows the philosophy of being a low-key person.

She has never been in the habit of dressing herself up too much to attract the attention of passers-by. Even, she likes low-key and inconspicuous black clothes to avoid attracting bees and butterflies.

Zhong Yixue first threw it at Fang Xiaoyi, a dissatisfied little look, and then at Yao Yayao resentfully, also showing a slightly unhappy expression. But the latter two are unaware and unaware.

At this time, Fang Xiaoyi, the student representative of Qinghua University, who was standing up, was already speaking. She spoke very slowly, and her voice was unusually crisp and beautiful, like a jewel falling on a jade plate. What she said coquettishly was:

"I would like to ask Yao Baoyu, vice president of Noah Company, a question on the stage... (The audience applauds courteously.) ）

Hearing this, the eyes of the audience were focused on Yao Yayao on the stage.

Yao Yayao's inner emotions were quite complicated, but on the surface, he pretended to be nothing, and just nodded politely.

A little far away, his eyes fell on Fang Xiaoyi's face with some solemnity. However, the latter's eyes did not look at him head-on, but looked hazy, as if he was hesitating about something.

Before he raised his hand, Fang Xiaoyi's heart had already casually drafted a lofty question. The initial object of this question was not Yao Yayao, but President Ma Yun.

She was very curious about the vice president of "Yao Baoyu" above the stage, and always thought that he was her high school classmate Yao Yayao. However, you can't ask him directly in public, who are you, right?

Even after standing up, Fang Xiaoyi suddenly realized that she couldn't let him slip away from her side in vain. This is a great opportunity. She had to make him fully aware of his existence, as well as some obscure thoughts. Also, Fang Xiaoyi has a way to test whether the person on the stage is his classmate.

Fang Xiaoyi took a deep breath and had already made some decisions in an instant. She turned her head slightly, and cast her eyes on the vice president of "Yao Baoyu" on the stage. She saw that the other party's eyes were also looking at her very solemnly.

Obviously, this one has a somewhat familiar look, and it is not unfamiliar at all. Fang Xiaoyi could feel a kind of warmth from the other party's eyes.

Fang Xiaoyi continued:

"May I ask Mr. President Yao Baoyu, do you personally have a meager, Weixin official account and other public communication channels? The game world you have built is very strange, and I think there may be many young people who want to go further and exchange ideas with you after the G12 meeting. They're even eager to know your personal mobile phone number or something. ”

Fang Xiaoyi's speed of speech was not fast. While speaking, she deliberately turned sideways to face Yao Yayao on the stage.

What almost no one would notice was that her right hand, which was holding the microphone with one hand, moved a few fingers rather slightly as she spoke. And, I did a few repetitions of the cycle.

It's a simplified Morse code that means, "Send me the answer."

This somewhat strange finger gesture was a secret code among the classmates in Fang Xiaoyi's former junior and senior high school class. It is designed for cheating on exams.

Fang Xiaoyi deliberately used it here secretly. Her eyes looked at the man on the stage with a little expectation. If he is his classmate Yao Yayao, then he will be able to understand it. If not, then most people will not know about this mysterious hand code.

Fang Xiaoyi was not disappointed. She saw the man on the stage, apparently watching her hand movements, and nodded slightly indiscerningly.

After Fang Xiaoyi finished speaking, the audience burst into sparse applause. Most of the applause was from young audiences.

Yao Yayao, who was on the big stage, quickly responded immediately. He said:

"Thank you for your question. But I'm sorry, because I'm quite busy with my work, I don't have much time to go to Weibo, Weixin public account, etc. However, Noah has an official Weibo and an official Weixin public account. If you have any criticisms or suggestions, please feel free to leave a message over there. ”

Yao Yayao's answer was very polite, but it also seemed very standard and routine, without any new ideas.

The host Sa Xiaobei sighed deliberately, and then gaged:

"Vice President Yao, I'm sorry, obviously, you didn't grasp the point in your words! What this beautiful female classmate wants, but your [personal] account, not your [public] account. Your answer is obviously not careful! He deliberately added accents to certain words. (There is a burst of laughter and applause.) ）

Yao Yayao on the stage looked a little dumbfounded when he heard this. His lips moved, and he hesitated, still thinking that it was better not to answer. This person is obviously here to muddy the waters, and if it is explained, it may only get more and more yellow.

Taking advantage of everyone's attention, they were all attracted to Sa Xiaobei, Yao Yayao took a deep breath, and then with a casual expression, he naturally lowered his right hand on his right leg.

Hardly anyone would have noticed that some of his fingers then fluttered slightly, and then emitted some kind of mysterious Morse code code.

Yao Yayao tapped back and forth with his fingers, and it was a string of number symbols. That's his personal cell phone number. He had already comprehended the meaning behind Fang Xiaoyi's last sentence.

There were only two people at the scene, and they quietly understood his small hand movements. One is Fang Xiaoyi, and the other is Zhong Yixue.

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