"Change your clothes, I'll wash them for you."

Wu Qiangwei took out a towel from the bathroom and tossed it over.

Song Guanchao's clothes were already dry, but since she offered to wash them, he saw no reason to refuse.

After taking a shower, Song Guanchao came out, a towel wrapped around his waist, strutting casually.

Under Wu Qiangwei's calm expression, her heart was in a flutter.

She took the clothes, threw them into the washing machine, and pressed the drying button, saying, "I'm going to take a nap too."

"Oh, alright."

Song Guanchao scratched his head, wondering if this rainy day could bring them closer.

But alas, Wu Qiangwei didn't give him the chance.

He lay on the sofa, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

The alarm rang, and upon waking, it was already half-past eight.

Wu Qiangwei was already outside the bathroom, freshening up.

The eternal combo of white shirt and black trousers, yet never dull.

"Awake?" she asked, spitting out toothpaste foam and looking over.

"Yeah."

Song Guanchao yawned; after a short nap, he felt refreshed.

Wu Qiangwei took an unopened toothbrush from the drawer: "Brush your teeth."

The bathroom was small; as Song Guanchao entered, she stepped out, their bodies brushing against each other inevitably.

Wu Qiangwei's expression remained unchanged, seemingly oblivious or indifferent.

But for Song Guanchao, the brief touch lingered in his mind; he savored and pondered over it carefully.

When Wu Qiangwei handed him the dried clothes, she noticed a tent formed in the towel around his waist.

She froze for a moment, then blushed in annoyance: "What on earth are you thinking all day?!"

Song Guanchao, embarrassed and helpless, replied, "It happens when I just wake up."

Being young and strong, this morning reaction was completely normal.

It's just that Wu Qiangwei, being a woman, didn't understand.

He grabbed his clothes and quickly retreated into the bathroom.

When he came out, he was dressed in clean clothes.

As they left the apartment building, the rain was still pouring down without any sign of letting up.

"Song Guanchao?"

Wu Ming stood in the apartment lobby, looking at Song Guanchao beside his sister with a puzzled expression.

Then, as if realizing something, his mouth opened wide in shock: "You, you two..."

"Shut up!"

Wu Qiangwei glared at him and walked toward the car with an umbrella.

Song Guanchao came over and patted his shoulder: "Don't overthink it, I was just here to sleep, nothing happened."

In front, Wu Qiangwei heard this, her shoulders shook slightly, as she bit her lip. This bastard, did he do it on purpose!

There was nothing initially wrong, but his explanation made it questionable.

Yet she didn't correct him and quickly got into the car.

Song Guanchao took a couple of steps, then stopped and turned to Wu Ming: "Uh, any movements from Fan Jie lately?"

Wu Ming, now composed, realized that whatever happened with his sister was her business.

They're both adults, even if something happened multiple times a night, it's not his place to meddle.

"Yeah, there is."

"Really? What's he up to?"

"What else? He's coming over to curry favor, sometimes almost staying the whole day in the office."

"How does your sister react?"

"I don't know her exact reaction, but she neither rejects nor accepts. It's pretty mean-girl of her."

"..."

Hearing this, Wu Qiangwei did seem a bit like a mean girl.

Song Guanchao felt a sense of crisis rising in him.

Could she be casting a wide net?

Or is it because she's getting older and wants to find a safe harbor?

Though Fan Jie might be unreliable, he was once her crush.

Now he's making such active advances; coupled with his smooth talk, Wu Qiangwei might not resist.

Damn, I need to hurry to the Provincial City; I can't let this scoundrel succeed.

Wu Ming drove away, and Song Guanchao also drove back to the party school.

Chen Yirou and others found it odd when they saw him.

"Did you go out in the morning?"

"No, I was sleeping."

"You slept that soundly?"

"Exhausted."

Song Guanchao gave her a meaningful look, and Chen Yirou avoided his gaze.

Last night... seemed a bit too much.

When she got up in the morning, her legs were aching a bit, not to mention Song Guanchao, who was the main labor force.

Cheng Xiang found their conversation a bit odd but couldn't pinpoint the issue.

"Let's go, class is starting."

Cheng Xiang said.

When they arrived at the classroom, they found the old professor empty-handed.

"Class, the City Government has arranged a task for us. Let me talk about it, and those interested can consider participating."

Whoa, seems like they're offering a practical course.

Many reflexively looked at Song Guanchao and his group.

Last time, Song Guanchao's team completed the practical course flawlessly.

This time, with another chance, they didn't want to miss it.

Everyone secretly vowed to perform well this time.

"Early this morning at four, there was a car accident on Xuefu Road in Nanhu District..."

The old professor briefed everyone, and upon hearing it, they thought it was straightforward!

In fact, it seemed too simple, without any difficulty!

Regardless of fatalities, it remained a regular car accident.

"As before, form your own groups and go to the City Government to find the City Government Office Director Yao Guangsong."

"Students, I hope you can resolve this incident perfectly."

The old professor smiled, finished speaking, and left the classroom.

After he left, everyone began to move.

Based on their previous group experience, most maintained the same teams as before.

No one bothered inviting Chen Yirou and Jiang Yiren, knowing they wouldn't accept.

As for Zhou Xin, he glanced over at Song Guanchao's side.

Previously, being at odds with Song Guanchao, he dared not approach recklessly again.

But this time, Zhou Xin was confident he could stand out!

"Old Song, should we go to the City Government now?"

"Yeah, let's go."

The four of them, holding umbrellas, walked toward the parking lot; they were slower than others, who had already left.

The four rode in Cheng Xiang's car; it was roomier, making the ride comfortable for more people.

On the road, Chen Yirou said, "Handling this kind of accident is easy, it's just about who does it fastest."

Just as Song Guanchao was about to reply, Cheng Xiang shook his head: "That's not it. We need to understand the accident's specific details first. Until then, I suggest not discussing it, to avoid preconceived notions leading us astray later."

Song Guanchao was a bit surprised; over their time together, he got along well with Cheng Xiang but didn't really know his abilities.

Moreover, Cheng Xiang hadn't been particularly impressive before.

But after he said this, Song Guanchao realized this guy was no fool.

His mind was quite clear; he didn't follow others' opinions blindly and didn't draw conclusions without fully understanding the information.

Even many leaders cannot achieve this.

His ability to refrain from making hasty judgments already qualified him for leadership.

Chen Yirou remarked, "Didn't Professor Wang make it clear? It's just an ordinary car accident."

Cheng Xiang shook his head, without further explanation.

This attitude slightly annoyed Chen Yirou: "Old Chen, don't leave things half-said. Just explain it all in one go."

Cheng Xiang replied helplessly: "I did mention that we don't fully understand the accident, so let's not discuss it yet. We'll talk after we clarify it."

"Isn't Professor Wang's explanation clear enough?"

"Not really."

"Hmph!" Chen Yirou felt he was overcomplicating a straightforward issue, trying to showcase himself.

Song Guanchao said, "Old Cheng makes a fair point. Professor Wang only gave a rough outline, not much about the accident. It's challenging to discuss without more details; let's figure it out once we're there."

Chen Yirou didn't get angry this time, but cast him a wistful glance, puffed her cheeks, and looked out of the window, arms folded.

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