Chapter 47

Cheng Lang thought, if he could provoke Shuangyun's "anger" toward him, that was better than her directly forgetting him.
Shuangyun never responded to him again, but Cheng Lang understood her.
She was someone with even stronger competitiveness than him. She would never not look at the annotations he left.
Cheng Lang patiently waited a week and received Shuangyun's email. Inside were some summarized questions. She said she didn't understand why it needed to be changed this way.
Cheng Lang's mouth curved upward. He immediately minimized his work window and opened Shuangyun's document.
Shuangyun was actually very "angry" at first. Opening Cheng Lang's email and seeing the dense annotations almost gave her a heart attack. But she quickly understood—this was Cheng Lang's purpose. He couldn't make her see him elsewhere, so he could only make her notice him here.
Three days later, Shuangyun finally had the courage to open the document again and check it one by one. At first glance, there were many revisions, as if completely negating herself. But after Shuangyun carefully read, she discovered Cheng Lang seemed to be writing mood essays on her paper.
Selecting a small paragraph she'd written, he annotated beside it: "Written very well. The logic of data analysis is very rigorous."
Selecting a figure she'd drawn, he annotated beside it: "The figure is very beautiful. It's a plus."
Selecting the section where she introduced the model, he annotated beside it: "You learned a new algorithm, not the one I taught you before. But it's also very good."
"What kind of person is this?" Shuangyun finally laughed while checking further. "Seems like going to New York made him go crazy."
Her mood did improve again. She patiently read Cheng Lang's other constructive comments one by one.
She organized some things she didn't understand and sent them to Cheng Lang. Shuangyun planned to slowly revise the rest, no rush. Because she'd accepted the offer from Cheng Lang's company.
She'd played too long. Shuangyun felt life had lost its main thread and become somewhat chaotic. Learning and work were her life's main threads, used to pull back her often off-track behavior.
Working at Cheng Lang's company was very comfortable. She could chat and eat with colleagues daily. Shuangyun planned to try the feeling of working full-time.
Because she'd interned here before, coming back to work, besides having to come five days a week, nothing had changed. Shuangyun adapted easily. The work content was also very simple, completely not as difficult and challenging as doing research.
Every night when she got home, Shuangyun would spend some time revising the paper. Cheng Lang's requirements were still very high. He wasn't very satisfied with many things she revised and also asked her to re-tune some model parameters.
Shuangyun didn't chat with him much on WeChat. She revised very slowly and carefully, often only sending Cheng Lang feedback after several weeks. Cheng Lang would basically reply the next day.
No special words, just discussing the paper.
Work time thus became somewhat boring. Those were all things Shuangyun could do. Going to work every day was more like doing repetitive, meaningless work. Didn't need much thinking, just do it again like before.
Instead, it was after going home at night and revising the paper that Shuangyun felt her brain start working again.
At the end of August, Shuangyun submitted the paper.
For the week after, Shuangyun went to the bar downstairs every night to drink or watch game broadcasts.
One night after drinking two glasses, Shuangyun swiped her card to enter the apartment elevator and pressed the 10th floor several times.
Couldn't press it, couldn't press it.
Only then did she suddenly sober up and pressed the 26th floor again.
Was admitting this difficult? Shuangyun admitted she missed Cheng Lang.
Missed his body, missed his cooking, also thought of that tear of his.
Missed how he always liked to hold her, always said seriously: "Shuangyun Liang, you have to keep your word."
Why did she always think of him?
Was it because she hadn't hunted in a long time? Really wanted to sleep with someone again.
Shuangyun decided to just do it. For the next two weeks, Shuangyun began accepting friends' invitations to go out and play. Her eyes began searching for targets again, just like when she'd found Cheng Lang.
There were indeed a few who passed the looks test, but after Shuangyun went over to chat for a bit, she completely lost interest.
Shuangyun always thought of Cheng Lang—deep green, a quiet big tree, just standing there.
Never flowery words. It seemed like a heart that, from the moment it accepted you, completely opened, with no reservations.
Once you've eaten food made with sincerity, it's hard to stomach cheap instant food.
Would doing this be immoral? Shuangyun thought about this for the first time in her life.
Before leaving the bar, Shuangyun leaned against the booth and took two photos of herself. The lighting was very dim. Her lips after drinking were very alluring because they were moist.
Her wide-open eyes of course were full of innocence, looking straight at the camera.
She wore a pretty dress, bright red strapless, very eye-catching in the photo.
Sent it to Cheng Lang.