Chapter 43: "He doesn't want me."

The body is weak and delicate43

The next day.

Song Qie was woken up by a knock on the door.

"Adrian! Did you forget to set the alarm?"

He heard Hassan's voice at the door and sat up, only to black out and sit back down on the edge of the bed for a minute or two, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, I forgot to set the alarm clock." Slapping his face in agony, he stood up and went to open the door to his room.

When Hassan saw the door of the room open, he saw Song Qie walking out with her hair sticking up sleepily, yawning and being cute, and that kind of indescribable contrast came to his mind again.

This roommate of his is in the nearly ten million dollar a year class.

"Thirty minutes to go, we have seminar group meetings with Harvard exchange students this morning."

Song Qie nodded, walked to the restroom and quickly washed up, brushing her teeth while staring at herself in the mirror.

It was Lu Beihuai's fault that he hadn't slept well last night, and it would be embarrassing if he was late today.

He's never late.

"Do you think we can bike to CSM in time to get a cup of coffee?" Hassan asked as he stood in the doorway of the restroom watching Song Qie brush her teeth and nibble on her croissant.

"......唔可以。" Song Qie hurriedly lowered her head to rinse her mouth, then splashed her face with water, and finally pulled a washcloth and casually wiped her face clean: "Done!"

Hassan frowned at the straight man's steps.

I don't have any skincare regimen, I wear a hat when I go out in the sun, and that's it.

There's no one else with skin as good as that.

Song Qie casually found a black long-sleeved shirt as a jacket, put on a white T underneath, gray and blue jeans, and then took her baseball cap and put it on at the door, put on her shoes, and finally stuffed her computer and draft paper into her book bag.

He looks to Hassan, "Let's go."

The whole thing took less than ten minutes.

Hassan gives a silent thumbs up, "I'm proof that you can sleep." Shoving another croissant in his hand into Song Qie's mouth.

Song Qie bites down on her croissant, and opens the door to her dormitory, "I don't have that many steps-"

"Good morning."

Song Qie gripped the doorknob, his body stiffened as he looked at who was at the door, and he met Lu Beihuai's slightly reddened eyes, and for a moment good could not come out of his mouth, feeling the croissant in his mouth drying up horribly.

I'm afraid I'll lose control of my shaky hands and drop a croissant as a bomb on Lu Beihuai.

After all, I snubbed someone and threw them out the door yesterday.

He silently took the croissant off his mouth and said, unenthusiastically, "Good morning." After saying that, he sidled out the door without giving Lu Beihuai much of a look.

--"It's called the Cold and Heartless Eviction Strategy.

Lu Beihuai watched Song Qie brush past him and walk away without giving himself a single glance, his chest was stuffy as he followed, "Are you going to CMS?"

The face under the brim of the baseball cap was dry and clean, with a look of indifference, and a feeling that he hadn't put himself in the picture at all.

Three years and you've left yourself completely behind?

Then before to coax him to do those things what is it, not like him words to do it? Why did you lie to him when you agreed to study abroad together? Was he forced by Song's father? It was forced by Song's father, to keep them apart?

Either way he's going to get a statement.

"Uh-huh." Song Qie thought to herself that he was where the math department went if not to CMS.

Downstairs, Song Qie and Hassan each picked up their bikes.

And Lu Beihuai stood frozen for a moment.

When Hassan saw that Song Qie didn't care about Patrick, he approached him and asked in a low voice, "Not to mention, he looks a bit pathetic."

"Baby, I don't know how to get to cms." Lu Beihuai saw Song Qie get on his bike and was a bit flustered, he walked over and pulled Song Qie's arm, "Can you take me with you?"

"Who told you to shout like that." Song Qie gripped the bike's handlebars and frowned when he saw Lu Beihuai grabbing his arm's hand and shaking it off but couldn't, "Let go."

Lu Beihuai didn't expect Song Qie's tone to be like this, so cold that he didn't even give him a look, and his mood was a bit complicated, "Can you drive me there?"

The tone was lowered to a level he didn't even realize.

He couldn't figure out why he was suddenly like this, this problem had plagued him for three years, obviously the one who bullied him was Song Qie, obviously the one who coaxed him was also Song Qie, and in the end he was dumped by Song Qie.

"No." Song Qie shook off Lu Beihuai's hand with all her might, pedaled as fast as she could, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Lu Beihuai is too late to catch up, this guy runs faster than a rabbit.

Hassan: "???" Hey, that's not nice roommate!

"Hassan, can I ask you to help me?" Lu Beihuai looks to Hassan : "I think I lost someone very important."

"...... You mean Adrian?" Hassan's nosy heart ignited, after all, he didn't ask anything last night, and was embarrassed to see that his roommate didn't really want to mention him, "I heard him say that you guys grew up up together, so your relationship is ......"

He looked at Lu Beihuai in front of him wearing a black sweater, this face under the gold glasses is really superior, deep eyebrows, high nose and thin lips, eyes showing deep feelings as if they were born with their own melancholy, cutting down on the oppressive feeling of the aura.

This type ......

It's simply the most flavorful 1 in the circle.

Lu Beihuai lowered his eyes, was silent for a moment, and laughed softly to himself, "He doesn't want me anymore."

Hassan's eyes widened in shock, huh?

"We agreed to go to Harvard together, but he ended up leaving the night before without telling me, and I didn't know he was here and looked for him for three years." Lu Beihuai looked at Hassan and smiled bitterly, "If I hadn't met him here, I would have been looking for him."

I'm going to die trying to find Song Qie.

Hassan was hesitant to speak, not knowing which side to take, and he felt a little sorry for Lu Beihuai, who was so tall and big, and whose eyelids were lowered like a big, downtrodden wolf-dog after he had said those words.

He saw that he was going to be late, "Hey, I'm going to be late, why don't I give you a ride?"

"No." Lu Beihuai faintly said, "It's better not to let him misunderstand."

"So how are you going to get there?"

"Run." Lu Beihuai said and turned his head and ran.

Hassan: "......"

At this point the CMS Math Science Center is very much full of students, and in addition to being packed with math students, students from other departments will be coming to class.

When Song Qie arrived at the lecture hall, there were already a lot of students, only the back row was left, he looked around and found a seat randomly, and reserved a seat for Hassan.

Then it's time to get the electronic devices out of the book bag.

In his mind, he was going through today's schedule, he had a full schedule today, after this class was over, he had to discuss the project with the Harvard exchange group, and after the discussion, he still had to go to the library to finish his homework and thesis, and there were still three final papers for the project he had in hand that had not yet been written.

Not to mention the unfinished task set by his boss, a valuation of Red Feather Capital's assets, which was his entry into Red Feather Capital.

Seeing that there was still some time left in class, he opened the stock market to see how the day was going.

The domestic stock market has opened, but today there is no domestic stock market entry plan, or to hold the position of observation, the U.S. stock market has not yet opened, but also over to him here in the afternoon highlights.

Report back to your leaders on what you've done today.

He forgets that the seat next to him is reserved for Hassan until class starts, and is completely unaware that behind him sits Hassan, as well as Lu Beihuai, engrossed in his own business.

The class was one of the subjects that the math department was sniffing around, probability theory.

You can always see scratching your head in class.

Few get more excited the more they learn.

Lu Beihuai stares at Song Qie, who is buried in a problem in front of him, revealing the back of his cold white neck as he lowers his head.

With three years ago compared to the outline of the open, reduced but the outline is still so delicate, is a teenager grow up warm and gentle as jade, the appearance of the seriousness of the drooping eyes also carries the feeling of the bystanders do not disturb.

The hand that held the pen was beautiful, slim and slender, and the pen fell to solve the problem so quickly that the sprawling page seemed to run out.

This look was a look he hadn't seen before, a different look than the one he remembered from that last period of study in his senior year of high school, not to mention the one he remembered from before, a different person.

A world of difference.

It's a devotion that radiates from a body filled with a desire for knowledge, a state that 'Song Qie' could not possibly have.

They grew up together, how could he not know what kind of person Song Qie was.

So why exactly.

What exactly made him set his sights on Song Qie was like thousands of feathers ruffling at his heart, tormenting him day and night.

"Did he get good grades?"

Hassan was scratching his head on this question, even when the teacher started to explain it, he didn't understand it, he was going to go back and ask Song Qie again, then he heard Lu Beihuai next to him asking him this, he 'hmmm', "Adrian is the first one of our class to get a double S grade in the step He said, "Adrian is the first one in our class to get a double S in the entrance exam, so there's no math problem he doesn't love."

The Cambridge STEP exam is a cosmic puzzle, and many candidates applying to colleges die at this hurdle.

Lu Beihuai's gaze did not shift away from Song Qie, and when he moved his pen, his gaze followed. I don't know if it's a habit of doing questions, but he purses his lips and licks them a lot.

"Actually Adrian is also strong in finance, but I feel he loves math more, but he is also comfortable in finance, if you have a chance to discuss financial modeling with him later you will be surprised." Hassan looks over to Lu Beihuai : "Red Feather Capital's lead investor, Thekla, recruited him the fastest when he realized his potential, and he's very much his own judge of stock market predictions, just because he's so strong in math."

"To give a very simple example, it's as if he found the probability of winning the lottery, and he did the math and did it correctly."

"This area of probability is his strong suit."

......

The small classroom located in the high security level of the Economics Department building was full in front of the wood-colored round tables. This classroom was so high level that it was located next to the basement machine room, and not many students could have access to it.

Song Qie is one of the four.

He also didn't expect to be stood up by the program professor for forgetting to sneak his dog and letting him start the program by casually throwing a topic first.

So after the professor hung up, he put down his cell phone in silence and swept a glance at everyone at the round table.

The i-man was instantly self-absorbed.

Just that kind of mentality who understands, it's fine to get him to attach, but it's harder than hell to get him to start.

"I've always had a longing for the math department at Cambridge, and to be able to explore matters in pure mathematics would certainly give me a much different and more specialized idea than we have."

A low voice rang through the conference room like it was breaking the torment.

Song Qie froze and looked at Lu Beihuai.

Lu Beihuai met Song Qie's unexpected gaze, "We've always used mathematical methods to predict the stock market, that's why there are various indicators such as MACD, KDJ, RSI ...... and other algorithms. And the stock market history of China is relatively short, so it will be more difficult to predict the Chinese stock market. But I know a lot of professional or amateur mathematicians are also working on ways to predict the Huaxia stock market."

"Maybe it's because I'm not well-informed, and I haven't heard of any experts who are recognized as authorities in this area. But as far as I know, there is a very famous team in China who can always catch the wind before the trend comes and complete the transaction as fast as possible to grasp the best time to enter the market."

"It doesn't seem to have missed a beat since its inception."

"So Adrian, how would you, as one of the members of Point of Entry, characterize AH Capital's lead investment?"

AH Capital is and Huai Capital.

Lu Beihuai is the lead investor in the company.

The question is so directed that it is more of an ice-breaker game for the communication group than a discussion in the area of specialization.

Song Qie: "...... "I thought Lu Beihuai would make a start.

I didn't expect to start something that would kill him socially.

His hand under the table clasped nervously, even if the expression showed again calm, the reddening of the ear tips has already revealed his mood, the heart has already hard crazy beat Lu Beihuai a time.

In the eyes of the polytechnic men at this table, the suddenly blushing face was like a white rabbit in a wolf's den, too pretty to exist in this realm.

But the white rabbit is Adrian, the one who is in demand from all the major investment banks.

Song Qie takes a deep breath in order not to make the scene even more awkward, trying to overcome the momentary constriction, her brain working fast.

"Just ...... very slowly."

The comment made the atmosphere intriguing, as did why the person who asked the question asked it.

Lu Beihuai stared at the two reddening ears, the knot in his throat rolling, "What am I slow for?"

"Slow hands." Song Qie slightly find some feeling, he met Lu Beihuai inexplicably hot expectant gaze: "You want the project can not grab me, much slower."

The words of this reply were soft, a gentle whisper, and the kill was set in an instant damage buff.

Lu Beihuai's expression was instantly somber.

Honestly, he was surprised that Song Qie was Adrian, but that doesn't mean he's going to go soft just because Adrian is Song Qie, and that comment kind of pissed him off.

"So I think you should be asking more about what kind of methodology we are actually using to predict the Chinese stock market, where we can always get a head start and enter with one hand, rather than asking how the lead investor is doing, because how you are doing is already reflected in the speed."

Song Qie maintains a gentle tone, he looked at Lu Beihuai: "Not to mention whether there are experts and scholars enthusiasts to study the new prediction formula, the current wave operation is still the mainstream, can play through is not easy, at least the trader's fast and slow can be seen on the operation of his familiarity with the degree."

After saying this, he stood up, walked over to the whiteboard, picked up a whiteboard marker and wrote down the formula for swing operations.

The lettering on the whiteboard was beautifully neat, and the rhythm seemed to get everyone into the groove in no time at all.

"I have a case here that we can all take a look at." Song Qie put the case that the professor had sent him on his computer and opened it with the smart TV, "Since the professor can't come yet because of some things, we can all say our opinions about this case first."

He finished operating the computer and returned to his seat and sat down.

The group quickly discussed and analyzed the case.

Since the Cambridge side of the exchange group was given only two students, while the opposite side had seven Harvard finance students, it was clear that there was a disparity in the number of students, so the discussion would still subconsciously favor their own school and stand on their own school's position to express their own views.

Song Qie discusses with Hassan while subconsciously looking across the room.

Lu Beihuai sitting in a few people, he was calm, only to see him sitting sideways, black sweater long-sleeved cuffs slightly rolled up, revealing a section of sturdy small arm, this hand holding a pen, after hearing his classmates say something, from time to time to drop the pen on the paper and write down something.

The hand that held the pen was broad and slender, the veins on the back of the hand tugging at the line of the arm as it moved the pen.

The golden glasses on the bridge of his nose reflected cold light, making him look wise and reserved.

He nudged Hassan's arm and asked in a lowered voice, "So how did he end up in the classroom?"

"Run over."

Song Qie: "." Oh.

Just then, his gaze instantly crashed into a pair of deep eyes, and with a feeling of suddenly being caught in the act, he pretended to calmly avert his eyes, and lowered his head to draw haphazardly on the draft paper only ......

Puppy.

"Adrian."

"Huh?" Song Qie looks up.

Lu Beihuai pushes the desktop draft paper to Song Qie across the table.

The edge of the draft paper gently touched the back of his hand, not really with much force, but there was something like a sting as his eyes landed on the draft paper's fiercely penciled handwriting.

"Do you operate with volatility in this case?" Lu Beihuai asked.

Song Qie nods, "Uh, what's wrong?"

"We analyze with time series models and cross-sectional data that ARCH and GARCH models are able to better describe the volatility of the stock and the changes in risk in this case ......"

Song Qie watched as Lu Beihuai walked to the whiteboard in front of him, erasing his formulas and rewriting new ones.

He frowned once, "And you know that fluctuating operations are not allowed?"

"We should apply different measures to different situations."

"The wave operation is the best ah this case."

"The ARCH model can do the same and also analyze the long-term trend and cyclicality of this stock, not just in the present."

The two argued over the best way to use it.

Hassan : "......" Actually, he was going to say two seems to work.

Eventually, in order to calm the atmosphere, the discussion was ended early and Hassan organized a get-together.

And the people who had been arguing for almost two hours were tired and kept silent on the way to the restaurant.

"Adrian, why so serious all of a sudden?"

Hassan and Song Qie walked at the end of the line, after all, the financial men in front of them were all tall, and they belonged to the short-legged category, so they walked two steps slower.

"It's him who is more serious okay." Song Qie was depressed at the thought, but let's just console himself, studying is like that, he took two deep breaths to smooth out the air and subconsciously felt his pockets.

The medicine didn't come with it.

Never mind, I guess I'll go back soon too.

Xu Tingshen noticed that Lu Beihuai had been looking back, he laughed softly, "Someone is really funny, but also said that it is your fiancé, also do not know how to pity, let a person, and now look at the face of the people know bad regret?"

Lu Beihuai withdrew his gaze and looked at Xu Tingshen : "What regret, we were just discussing studying."

"What discussion and study, I just saw someone trying to eat someone." Xu Tingshen laughed, "I usually don't see you so serious, this is the first time I've heard you talk so much."

Lu Beihuai held up his glasses, "No one will take you for a dummy if you don't speak."

"He seems to have fallen." Xu Tingshen laughs.

Lu Beihuai turned sharply.

Song Qie wasn't that far away from the front, and was caught off guard by Lu Beihuai's sudden turn, her expression frozen for two seconds, puzzled, before she glared at him in annoyance.

Lu Beihuai knows he's been tricked and turns back with a calm demeanor.

Instead, the corners of his lips rose uncontrollably.

What's with all the startling like a little bunny.

Xu Tingshen : "......"

That's cool?