Section 7

"First of all, let me introduce the school leaders and business representatives who attended this commendation ceremony." The host began to go through the process.

When Bilal's name was read, the audience burst into warm applause. Bilal stood up unhurriedly, turned around and nodded.

The auditorium burst into applause. With his back to the light, he had a dignified temperament. Every movement was so calm and unhurried, with no expression on his face.

It seems that he is not here to participate in the commendation meeting, but to collect debts.

Dana thought.

The leaders of the college began to deliver speeches in turn.

The students below were playing with their mobile phones boredly, and Dana and the others were sitting next to them. Feeling sleepy, he held up his face and planned to close his eyes and rest for a while.

"Dana." Someone called her.

She struggled to open her eyes. The person coming was Mansour.

Mansour was one year older than them and stayed at Beicheng University for graduate school after graduation. Dana and Layla's thesis advisor was Mansour's mentor.

He found an empty seat in the front row and sat down, turned around and faced the three of them, his forearms resting on the back of the chair, and his elbows resting on their table.

Dana was forced to leave the table and held back her sleepiness to say hello: "Senior, are you here?"

Yara answered first: "Senior Mansour told me the news about Bilal's general attendance! Right? Senior Mansour is a volunteer today."

"It's just that you will be disappointed." Mansour curled his lips, "As far as I know, Bilal always leaves after presenting the award."

Are you about to leave after awarding the award?

Too.

Dana thought to herself, if time for people like Bilal were measured in money, it would take her several years to earn the money she could earn in one hour.

"Have you decided on a thesis topic?" Mansour asked.

Dana shook her head.

She was too busy juggling part-time jobs and internships to find any time. Fortunately, there are no substantive courses in my senior year, and I am not in a hurry to choose a thesis topic.

"Well, if you have any ideas, remember to communicate with me at any time."

Mansour has a gentle voice and is a typical big brother next door. He once served as their class teacher and is very concerned about the studies of his juniors.

"Now, Mr. Bilal, an outstanding graduate of the Academy of Humanities and Social Sciences, the current executive president and chairman of Al Noor Holdings, and the honorary representative of the scholarship of Al Noor Holdings, will take the stage to present awards to the winners!"

While the prefix was being read, Dana was informed to wait on both sides of the commendation table. When she arrived at the designated location, the prefix had not yet been read.

Amidst long and constant applause, the winners walked onto the stage.

There are three first-class scholarships in the college, and she stands in the middle position in order.

The lights on the stage were blindingly white, and Dana was forced to squint her eyes. Bilal took the certificate of honor and handed it to the boy who came first, "Congratulations."

There is no hint of congratulations.

Thinking like this, the dazzling light above her head was suddenly completely blocked, and a cold but familiar aura surrounded her. Without the stimulation from the outside world, she opened her eyes, her apricot eyes were clear and translucent, and when she looked at Bilal, she was full of smiles.

joke.

This is her immediate boss. No matter how much she complains in her heart, she must be the best flatterer when facing her boss.

What a pity.

Her bright smile did not earn Bilal any special treatment.

If he read it correctly, he even frowned.

Although she was unhappy, Dana still accepted the certificate with a smile.

"Congratulations." Bilal raised his hand, with clear knuckles and long fingers. His skin was slightly whiter than normal, and the temperature of his entire palm was very low. The moment he shook hands, Dana seemed to be electrocuted and trembled slightly.

After the certificates are issued, it's time for photos.

Bilal stood in the C position, and Dana was next to him. The cameraman took random pictures of the man, and countless white lights flashed in front of her eyes.

After the white light flashed, she looked past the cameraman and saw Yara waving to her crazily in the aisle.

Turn on the flash of your mobile phone and shoot again.

With the excited expression on her face, Dana knew what she was thinking without having to guess.

When leaving the stage, the host came to the stage to read out the last step. Dana was walking on the side calmly, but suddenly an extra foot appeared on the step. She was tripped and staggered about to roll down the step.

A few seconds that lasted like a century.

At a commendation meeting, falling off the stage while going down the stairs would be very embarrassing no matter how you look at it.

It wasn't like she hadn't thought about supporting the person next to her to keep her balance.

But the person next to her was Bilal, and the hand she stretched out in desperation stopped in mid-air.

Unexpectedly, the forearm was dragged upward by a steady force.

Fortunately, Dana was walking on the inside, and Bilal's action of supporting her was not noticed. After she stood firm, the other two people had already walked off the stage.

"Thank you." Dana said.

Bilal said at the same time: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"ah?"

He let go of his hand and Dana stood firm. After thinking for a moment, she understood the meaning of his words.

After walking down the steps, after the host's speech, there was the final group photo session. Everyone stood on both sides of the stage, with Bilal in first place and Dana standing next to him.

"Mr. Bilal, it's really not true." She explained in a low voice, "You may not believe it, but someone tripped me just now."

What answered her was a cold snort escaping from her nose.

Disbelief, disdain, disgust.

In fact, if Dana thinks about it for herself, from the first time they met at the entrance of the hospital, so many times, she would be a little suspicious if she said it was a coincidence every time.

Like Bilal, a high-quality single diamond bachelor, there is definitely no shortage of women rushing to fall in love with him.

It is possible that he has classified her as a woman who does not know her own abilities.

No wonder he thinks too much.

The host started to speak, and the sound became deafening. In order for him to hear clearly, Dana was forced to tilt her head towards him.

She explained in detail: "Mr. Bilal, if I were directing and acting just now, I would have taken the initiative to catch you when you fell. The same thing happened at the temple. As for the hospital, you were really the only one at that time... "

Before she could finish her words, she was coldly interrupted.

"What do you mean?" Bilal said in an incredible tone, "You mean, I take the initiative to help you? Huh?"

Dana is going crazy.

Is she really communicating with people? Is she focusing on the key points? !

"You misunderstood me, boss," Dana looked at his arrogant profile and became more humble. "You helped me because of your extremely high quality. I understand."

"Okay."

His tone was a bit impatient. He raised his hand to look at his watch several times, probably because he was in a hurry. He waved his hand to interrupt her, obviously unwilling to continue listening.

Dana naturally shut up.

She thought there would be no further communication between the two of them, so she read the words on the certificate of honor one by one in boredom.

Just a piece of paper, turned over and over by her, made such a little noise that Bilal looked at her.

Dana gave a silly smile.

"First prize?"

His expression allowed Dana to automatically complete his sentences.

It seems to be saying: First prize, is it just you?

If it had been anyone else, Dana would have been unhappy.

But who is he.

It's the boss, the boss who was continuously offended by her a few days ago.

Her voice was clear and clear, "Yes, you awarded it to me. I will definitely keep it well."

"Did you write the performance management system?"

The topic changed so quickly that she had no time to react and nodded honestly.

Finally, I did not forget to mention Hana: "Sister Hana gave me a lot of advice."

I can't figure out what he means.

Dana even has a hint of unrealistic fantasy.

She lost her perfect attendance award, but received no other punishment. Even if she was caught talking about him behind his back two days ago, he had no intention of settling a score with her.

Is it because she is too capable at work? The company cherishes talents, so it ignores its mistakes?

It's a pity that in the next second, Bilal brought her back to reality.

"The gold content is really high."

After that, the host shouted loudly: "President Bilal and the leaders of the college are invited to come on stage to take photos with the outstanding students!"

The college leaders naturally stood beside Bilal, and Dana was separated, smiling brightly at the camera.

My heart was broken into pieces.

What Bilal just said was definitely not a compliment. On the contrary, it was so ridiculing that it almost looked like you were a waste written all over his face.

After all, that performance management system was her first decent task since her internship, and she put a lot of effort into it.

Saying this will make her sad, okay?