"Why do you say again?"
"That's not the point."
A group of people turned their gazes towards Zhou Ye covertly.
Zhou Ye: “…”
Zhou Ye hummed a little tune and looked at the sky and the earth, but not at them.
Anyway, he has finished his homework.
Without getting any reminder from the person who knew Yan Xianjue best, a group of people were pushing each other, trying to get others to take the lead.
Zhou Ye whispered in Yan Xianjue's ear, "These people have probably never been so humble in their lives."
Yan Xianjue wanted to laugh at what he said, but he held it back.
He tapped his fingers on his watch twice: "Hurry up, class is about to start."
At Yan Xianjue's urging, the first person finally stepped forward: "Well, I've finished my homework. Can I have some cookies?"
Biscuits are just biscuits. Yan Xianjue didn’t know why the last word sounded in a distorted tone.
He waved his hand to tell those who had finished picking up their things to leave quickly and not to crowd in front of him.
Once someone starts, things will flow more smoothly afterwards.
After all, everyone got into Shallow Sea University on their own, and not all of them are uneducated and unlearned.
Among them, Yan Xianjue roughly calculated that those who wrote their own homework accounted for two-thirds.
It’s okay, much better than he imagined.
After the dozen or so people who had gathered together to copy the homework had almost finished, Yan Xianjue slowly spoke: "By the way, I don't think I told you yet that I wrote the homework myself, not Ji Xi."
Zhou Ye: "Puff."
Noticing someone's accusing gaze, Zhou Ye waved his hands repeatedly.
You really can't blame him, he just thinks the guys' grinning expressions are funny.
And they had been struggling for so long, didn't anyone think that they could choose neither?
After witnessing the IQ level of today's rich second generation, Zhou Ye threw another biscuit into his mouth.
The cookies baked by Shen Fangli are really delicious.
The reason why she was able to successfully infiltrate their small group in the first place was actually because her cookies were delicious.
As for why Yan Xianjue was so generous in sharing it out.
That’s because Yan Xianjue doesn’t like butter biscuits.
He boldly guessed that Shen Fangli must have baked his favorite cranberry cookies for him.
Tsk, what a cunning couple, he finally saw through it. Every time Yan Xianjue wanted to play a prank, Shen Fangli would hand him props.
Yan Xianjue was also very satisfied. After enjoying everyone's disbelief, confusion, and gradually cracked expressions, Yan Xianjue continued to add: "But the answer should be correct."
After saying that, he curled his lips in disdain: "If you just move your fingers, you can find the answer on the Internet."
A group of people looked away guiltily.
After bullying those idiots, the bell for class rang.
Yan Xianjue nodded with satisfaction, feeling that his timing was just right.
"What good news makes you so happy today?" Zhou Ye asked him quietly during class.
Yan Xianjue glanced at him and said, "Isn't it worth being happy to bully a fool?"
Qi Tianchou, who was sitting in front of him, first laughed out loud, and then when someone noticed him, he quickly turned into a cough.
When the teacher looked over, he quickly raised his hand to apologize.
Zhou Ye hid behind him and laughed secretly: "Brother Yan, you have committed a grave sin."
Yan Xianjue rolled his eyes: "It's obviously because he has a low sense of humor."
As for why Yan Xianjue was in such a good mood today, it was nothing. He just realized what his second sister meant by "protect your head well".
Isn't that just saying he's stupid?
Tell him to protect his brain. He is already stupid enough and doesn't need to be any more stupid.
Yan Xianjue hummed twice in his heart. Sure enough, it was not that he was stupid, but that his second sister was too smart.
With such a group of classmates who keep him entertained every day, Yan Xianjue’s university life is not too boring.
Just when he was so happy that he had completely forgotten about the company's affairs, and spent the whole day either playing games online with Shen Fangli or teasing idiots at school.
One day a month and a half later, Yan Xianjue received a call from his most capable little donkey, Ji Xi.
The purpose of the other party's call was also very strange.
He lazily rocked back and forth in the rocking chair on the bedroom balcony.
"You want to talk to me about Lei Xuan's career path?"
After receiving a positive answer from the person on the other end of the phone, Yan Xianjue felt even stranger.
Lei Xuan is different from others.
From the moment he joined their not-so-serious team, he was a man with a very clear goal.
He just wanted to be a screenwriter, and the plot of the novel really told him that.
Now Ji Xi told him that he felt Lei Xuan might be more suitable for other jobs. Was he joking with him?
But he knew that Ji Xi was not someone who had time to chat with him about such things.
"Tell me your reasons."
Ji Xi was obviously silent for a while, then he spoke in an amazed tone: "You still remember the sitcom with Lei Xuan and Shen Fangli, right?"
"uh-huh."
Yan Xianjue also asked his elder sister to help find someone because he felt it would be difficult to pass the review.
"We just had dinner with the people there. Originally, the ending of the first season didn't quite align with mainstream values."
"At the beginning, we also filmed two different endings as a precaution."
Ji Xi briefly described what happened at the dinner table: "But Lei Xuan convinced them."
"From a firm rejection, to hesitation, and then to the feeling that what Lei Xuan said made sense."
"By the time it was over, Lei Xuan and the other man were already arm in arm and calling each other brothers."
Ji Xi concluded, "Why don't you consider having Lei Xuan change his position? Being a screenwriter is clearly a waste of his talent. He should go out and do sales!"
Yan Xianjue: “???”
One of his ears or Ji Xi's brain must be sick.
"What?"
Ji Xi repeated: "Lei Xuan is more suitable for working with people, rather than just being a screenwriter."
It was confirmed that Ji Xi had a brain disease.
Yan Xianjue asked sincerely, "Then why doesn't he go directly to Mr. Lei's insurance company? Is it because the insurance company doesn't have enough business for him to handle, and they're afraid he'll squeeze out the top salesperson?"
"Of course, I have no problem if you want to give Lei Xuan more work."
After all, it's all money earned by him, so he doesn't think it's too much.
"But you have to discuss this with Lei Xuan and see if he is willing."
Ji Xi: "He doesn't want to, so I came to tell you."
Yan Xianjue understood, it is commonly known as making a complaint, right?
He is very familiar with this topic.
He hesitated for a moment and said, "Cross-field work is definitely not possible."
"Lei Xuan's emotional intelligence and willful temper are only restrained in areas he enjoys."
"Yao Weiwan is a quiet person, so Lei Xuan will naturally have to take on more external responsibilities."
"Well, you can find a reason to give Lei Xuan a promotion, and then naturally give him some external relations duties."
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