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That day, the person I texted was Wang Hao. I didn’t say anything special, just casually mentioned, as an ordinary classmate would, that Lin Weiwei was recently working on a startup project. She seemed to have some good ideas but appeared to lack manpower and resources.
I knew Wang Hao's feelings for Lin Weiwei hadn’t completely faded, and since he was already involved in the Project Office, he had some resources at his disposal. For someone eager to prove himself and still harboring feelings for Lin Weiwei, this was undoubtedly a great opportunity to get closer to her and showcase his abilities.
As expected, a few days later, I noticed Wang Hao frequently appearing by Lin Weiwei’s side. He was concerned about her well-being, providing various "insider information," and even introduced her to a few student council members.
At first, Lin Weiwei was somewhat reserved and cautious, but soon enough, she "fell" under Wang Hao's enthusiastic advances and the allure of his resources. The two were inseparable, seemingly reigniting old sparks.
Chen Mu Yang watched this unfold with growing frustration. He tried several times to confront Lin Weiwei, but she always brushed him off with the excuse that "Wang Hao could help us connect with resources." Watching his former "goddess" getting cozy with another man while he could only stand by helplessly and write code for them was understandably disheartening for him.
Ah, what a spectacle.
My project proposal was nearly ready as well. Before officially submitting it, I did something: I sent an email from an anonymous account to one of the reviewers for the Entrepreneurship Plan, Professor Li, known for his strict standards in our college.
The email was straightforward; I simply mentioned that some students might exploit loopholes in the project rules to fraudulently obtain funding and hoped the professor would scrutinize the authenticity and feasibility of the project proposals, particularly focusing on the financial budget and team background sections. I didn’t mention any specific names—just enough to hint at the issue.
Professor Li is notorious for not tolerating any nonsense. Upon receiving such an anonymous tip-off, he would surely pay extra attention.
Only then did I formally submit my Online Education Platform proposal.
The preliminary review results came out quickly. Both my project and Lin Weiwei’s project advanced to the next round of presentations. This was within my expectations. Although Lin Weiwei's project lacked substance, with Wang Hao providing information and packaging it up nicely along with Chen Mu Yang’s technical support, they could still put together a decent PPT to impress during the preliminary review.
The presentations were scheduled for next week. During this time, Lin Weiwei and Wang Hao grew even closer. Wang Hao seemed eager to capitalize on their momentum; he not only helped Lin Weiwei revise her presentation script but also used his position to give her early access to some documents regarding venue applications and equipment usage procedures.
This was exactly what I needed.
That night, I intentionally went to the study room to read. Sure enough, around midnight, Lin Weiwei arrived as well. Instead of studying, she was typing away at her computer while occasionally glancing around warily.
I pretended to be asleep at my desk while keeping an eye on her from the corner of my vision.
I saw her open an encrypted folder containing what appeared to be various spreadsheets and documents. She compared something while modifying the data inside, her face reflecting a mix of excitement and tension as if she were all in on a gamble.
After about an hour or so, she saved her files and hurriedly closed her laptop before leaving.
Once she was gone, I "woke up" and walked over to where she had been sitting. The computer was already shut down. But I knew Lin Weiwei had a bad habit of saving important things onto her USB drive without thinking twice.
Feigning to tidy up, I scanned under the table. Sure enough, behind one of the legs lay a pink USB drive quietly waiting there—her usual one.
She left in such a rush that she forgot to take it with her.
I chuckled coldly as I bent down to pick up the USB drive and casually slipped it into my pocket before leaving the study room.
Lin Weiwei, you chose not to walk the path of heaven but instead ventured into hell. This time, let’s see who can save you.
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