Chapter 97: Collective Wisdom

When men get together, they like to talk about women. Women are the same and the topic inevitably turns to men.

In Shen Sisi's barracks, the girls were preparing to go to bed. They were not as energetic as the boys. Although the intensity of the first day's training was not high, it was enough to torment them and they were all exhausted.

At this moment, some girls were lazily lying on the bed, some were busy applying skin care products, and everyone was chatting about gossip before going to bed, and the topic they were discussing was the campus hunk of Song University.

Sun Jingyi kept yawning and asked her little sister curiously: "Mumu, it's almost the second year of school, we've all helped you find his roommate, but you haven't won over the great guy yet."

Shen Sisi has been in a daze since she met Song Ci yesterday and is very confused about her emotional path.

Hearing Sun Jingyi's teasing, Shen Sisi curled up on the bed and replied weakly: "I feel that he has never been moved by me. He just treats me as a friend. I tried to enter his inner world, but failed."

There was a deep sense of frustration in her words, and her husband's heart was as hard as iron, leaving Miss Shen helpless.

Wang Jing was incredulous when he heard this: "I don't believe that you are so proactive and have been chasing him, but he and you still maintain a simple friendship!

You two are both beautiful and talented, a perfect match made in heaven. How could Song Ci not be attracted to you? I don't believe it. It's impossible!"

Shen Sisi sighed, her tone resentful and low: "He has hinted at rejecting me several times, and we both know that if we talk it out, we won't even be friends anymore. But I was just hoping for the best, and now it seems that I was just deceiving myself."

Sun Jingyi asked: "Are you ready to give up and draw a clear line between you and him?"

Shen Sisi's eyes were confused. At this moment, she really understood what it meant to want something but not get it. "I don't know."

Sun Jingyi understood her heart best and knew that her best friend would definitely not resign herself to this, so she advised, "Mu Mu, I suggest you hold on a little longer. It's rare to meet such an outstanding man. I think even the most hard-hearted man can't resist such tenderness."

Wang Tong also nodded in agreement: "Yes, if you care more about Song Ci and be gentle and considerate, he will definitely like you. Have you contacted him today?"

"No!"

Wang Tong said quickly: "How can that be possible? The living conditions in the barracks are so poor. Send him a message and show your concern for him."

Wang Jing, who was standing by, suddenly had an idea and added, "You can also ask him if he needs mosquito repellent. There are so many mosquitoes here, and the boys will definitely not be as well prepared as we are."

Several people talked at once, but Sun Jingyi was full of confidence. "Everyone should work together. I don't believe that the wisdom of everyone can't help you defeat the master. Mu Mu, please send the text message as we said."

"Okay, okay, don't rush me, I'll send it right away." The repeated encouragement from her roommate made Shen Sisi regain her spirit. She took out her mobile phone from the bedside, edited a text message and sent it to Song Ci.

If you want to be a military strategist, you must know yourself and your enemy, so that you can prescribe the right medicine. Several girls asked in unison: "Mu Mu, how do you usually get along with Song Ci?"

Thinking back to the past six months and the bits and pieces with Song Ci, Shen Sisi couldn't help but smile sweetly.

"We sometimes talk about literature, and occasionally have a meal together when we meet. One time we took a walk by the Weiming Lake together."

"What else?" Wang Tong asked excitedly. This was the personal account of the parties involved, the past of the most handsome and beautiful girl on the Peking University campus. Who wouldn't want to eat some melon like this?

Shen Sisi was a little shy and responded delicately: "No."

Wang Tong sat up from the bed, his eyes wide open like bells, and asked again in disbelief: "No more?"

"Yeah." Shen Sisi's voice was delicate and shy.

Wang Tong's expression froze instantly, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a hint of disbelief and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

The other girls also looked at each other, and there was a weird atmosphere in the small barracks.

Shen Sisi poked her head out, looked at her roommate with a strange look on his face, and asked timidly, "Is there something wrong?"

Wang Tong stroked his forehead, speechless about Shen Sisi's behavior. "Oh my God, please Mu Mu, are you chasing men, or are you competing with other women for men?

Apart from chatting with him about literature, you didn't show any concern for him, didn't you ask about his well-being, didn't you invite him to watch a movie or go shopping?"

Shen Sisi argued for herself: "Song Ci is a very cold person, he will definitely not accept my invitation."

Wang Jing curled his lips, "You are just making up stories. You haven't even tried, so how do you know he will reject you? Didn't he come to your last birthday party? Mumu, you are just basing your feelings on your feelings, and you don't even try, yet you still want to pursue him."

Wang Tong also nodded in agreement, "Yes, even if he rejects you, you won't pester him!"

Several girls took turns to torture the campus beauty of Shen University, one after another, and each word they said was more heartbreaking than the last, making the emotional novice Shen University campus beauty feel ashamed.

While the girls were giving advice to Shen Sisi and teaching her the secrets of love, in Song Ci's barracks, Cai Jie came back from washing up, and everyone lost the desire to continue chatting, so they prepared to turn off the lights and go to sleep to recharge their energy.

The phone vibrated slightly, and Song Ci thought that the crew had finished work and Liu Shishi had replied to his text message. He looked carefully and was a little disappointed, because it turned out to be a message from Shen Sisi.

"Song Ci, are you used to living in the barracks? There are a lot of mosquitoes here. I have prepared mosquito repellent. If you need it, I can bring it to you tomorrow."

Simple and innocent, gentle as ever, with care and consideration expressed between the lines.

Song Ci wanted to ignore it, but felt that it was inappropriate. It was the most difficult to accept the favor of a beautiful woman. After hesitating for a while, he replied to Miss Shen.

"Thank you. No need to bother you to bring me mosquito repellent. I'm fine here. Military training is hard. Sisi, you should rest early."

After replying to Shen Sisi, he thought that Liu Shishi would have to stay up late to film again today, so he sent a good night text message to his girlfriend.

"Shibao, everything is going well at the base. Don't worry. The night show was exhausting. Make sure you get some rest. I'll contact you again tomorrow when I'm free."

After sending the text message, set the alarm, turn off the phone, and go to sleep!

As the night deepened, all the lights in the barracks were turned off, but Sisi's roommates were still chattering away, becoming more and more excited.

And the more she talked, the more outrageous it became, as if with the help of the three Wolong, Fengchu and Youlin, Shen Sisi only needed to make a beckoning and Song Ci would fall at her feet.

"Ding." The sound of a text message on the mobile phone seemed abrupt and crisp in the dark night.

Wang Jing immediately guessed: "It must be Song Ci's reply."

The dormitory was dark, with only a ray of bright moonlight shining through the window. I picked up my phone nervously.

Because his eyes felt sore from looking at the bright screen in the dark, before he could see clearly, Wang Tong climbed up from the bed next to him and suddenly jumped beside him and snatched his phone away.

"Ah, Wang Tong, what are you doing? Give my phone back to me." Shen Sisi exclaimed, quickly propped herself up, and tried to snatch the phone back.

"Was it sent by Song Ci?" The others stared at the bright light in the darkness and asked with interest.

Wang Tong turned around and opened one hand to avoid Shen Sisi's small hand that was reaching out to snatch the phone.

He tightly grasped the phone in one hand, squinted his eyes, and read aloud: "Thank you, no need to bother you to bring me mosquito repellent, I'm fine here, military training is hard, Sisi, you should rest early."

Shen Sisi was so angry that she shouted, "Wang Tong, I'm angry, give me back my phone."

"Right away, right away. I'll also read the one Mu Mu sent to you. Song Ci, are you used to living in the barracks? The mosquitoes here..." Before she finished reading, Chen Sisi took the phone back.

Wang Tong was a little excited to get the first bite of the melon, and said excitedly: "Mu Mu, let me finish reading it, or we suggested that you send the message.

You are just destroying your bridges. Besides, we need to know the details so that we can guide you and help you succeed and get your handsome man back soon."

Shen Sisi lay down on the bed again, turned sideways for fear that Wang Tong would continue to attack her, and then she checked the text messages. After reading them, she held the pink phone to her heart, her heart filled with joy.

Wang Tong did not take action, and said confidently: "Look, Mu Mu, you care about Song Ci, and he is still willing to reply to you, isn't this an interaction? Like you used to, chatting about literature, and wanting to steal a man, how naive!"

Shen Sisi unconvincedly defended herself: "I have never been in a relationship, how could I know there are so many tricks involved."

Sun Jingyi reminded: "Okay, stop arguing, strike while the iron is hot and reply to Song Ci's message."

Shen Sisi was in trouble again. After thinking for a long time, she still didn't know how to reply: "What should I do? Song Ci doesn't want me to send him mosquito repellent. Can you teach me?" People are like this. Once they have someone to rely on, they will expect help from others.

The girls were actually all good at talking, and they couldn't make up their minds for a while. Finally, Wang Jing made the final decision: "Don't ask for his opinion, just reply decisively. There are still more than ten days. I will send you mosquito repellent tomorrow. Sometimes you have to be assertive."

Shen Sisi followed Wang Jing's instructions and sent another text message to Song Ci. After waiting for a long time, she received no reply. Gradually, she became too sleepy to hold on and fell asleep between anticipation and anxiety.

As night fell and everything was quiet, all the Peking University students at the military training base had fallen asleep, but the crew of "Nightclub" where Liu Shishi was working was still busy.

The clock hand quietly pointed to twelve o'clock midnight. After waiting for a long time in vain, Song Ci fell asleep reluctantly, while his childhood sweetheart was still working hard for her dream of becoming a star.

The lighting technicians of the crew held dimmers and shuttled back and forth in the studio, striving to present a real sense of atmosphere in front of the camera.

Xu Zheng stood in front of the monitor, his eyes fixed on every detail on the screen. Every shot switch of "Nightclub" embodies his hard work.

"Click! Do it again!" Xu Zheng frowned and looked bitter, and spoke loudly into the walkie-talkie. He was very dissatisfied with the scene just now.

Assistant Director Ma Xin saw the opportunity and persuaded: "Director Xu, why don't we continue shooting tomorrow? It's already late at night. The actors' performances have deteriorated significantly since we started shooting in the afternoon. Everyone is exhausted and has no energy."

Xu Zheng rubbed his eyes, which were a little sore and swollen from staring at the screen for a long time, and looked at the time. It was already 12:30 in the morning.

It was indeed very late. Looking around, everyone from the actors to the cameraman looked tired and their expressions were gradually numb.

However, the crew was seriously behind schedule. Xu Zheng, who wanted to stay up late to catch up, thought about it and decided to compromise. He encouraged everyone, "Hold on, and finish this scene before we call it a day."

Ma Xin sighed. Since the director had spoken, he, as the assistant director, had no choice but to continue cooperating.

When he first joined the crew, he was eager to try and was ready to compete with Xu Zheng for power, but after being disciplined and scolded by Xu Zheng several times, he calmed down and focused on doing his job well.

During this period, he has gradually recognized Xu Zheng's abilities, and has learned a lot of knowledge and skills from the director beyond theory since joining the crew.

He had to worry about everything including art design, styling, costumes and props. As the assistant director, he also had to coordinate and manage the rehearsals and on-site directing. In two weeks, he grew rapidly in the crew.

"Nightclub", a small crew with an investment of about 2 million, worked so hard, so one can imagine how difficult it is to direct large-scale productions with an investment of tens of millions or even hundreds of millions.

"We have to reshoot again. When can we finish work?" Outside the studio, Jiang Yuanyuan, who had officially become Liu Shishi's assistant, complained in a low voice when she saw the director asking for rework.

Liu Shishi softened her heart and finally agreed to Jiang Yuanyuan's request and let her be her assistant.

Originally, Liu Shishi just talked about this matter with Cai Yinong with an attitude of giving it a try. Cai Yinong considered that he wanted to win over Miss Liu, and that it would be more reassuring if the girl had an assistant to take care of her while filming outside, so he agreed to let Jiang Yuanyuan join Tangren Film and Television to be Liu Shishi's assistant.

So even though she is still a little-known figure in the entertainment industry, Liu Shishi has already enjoyed the treatment of being famous, with an assistant.

After a week of training at the Donghai Tangren Company headquarters, Jiang Yuanyuan officially took up her post and is now accompanying her mistress on the set of "Nightclub".

Qiao Zhengyu's assistant Fang Yu curled her lips, looking knowledgeable. "This is just the beginning. It's common for crews to shoot all night long. We just need to wait patiently."

Jiang Yuanyuan said with a bitter face, "I didn't expect that although celebrities look glamorous on the surface, they have a hard time filming behind the scenes."

She and Fang Yu were just waiting on the side. They felt a little tired after a long time, not to mention the actors who had to wear heavy costumes and devote themselves to the camera in the hot summer.

Recalling Qiao Zhengyu's daily work, Fang Yu nodded in agreement: "Yes, the road to fame is not smooth sailing. Without hard work, how can you achieve success and fame? No one in the entertainment industry can become famous casually and easily."

Fang Yu continued to ask curiously, "Yuanyuan, you used to be an employee of Tengda Culture. How come you ended up working as an assistant to Liu Shishi at Tangren Films?"

The artists they served were good friends from the same school. Jiang Yuanyuan herself had worked at Tengda Culture. The nature of their work was similar, so they naturally had a lot of common topics. During this period, they had become very familiar with each other.

(End of this chapter)