Draft
The memory book helped her calculate her remaining lifespan, and with these three years added, she could live peacefully until she was around 27 years old.
Why give her a reward at this time?
It can't be that we're just pitying her because we saw her homeless last night and she had to spend the night in a capsule hotel near the school gate, so we're giving her charity.
It was one with her, so it naturally knew what she was thinking. It directly played a real-time video in its mind showing Zheng Ruoqian's Weibo follower count, which had just surpassed 500,000!
To put it in his own words, these 500,000 fans are just the first step he's taken into the entertainment industry. If he has more than 10 million fans, then he will have accomplished the mission of saving Zheng Ruoqian's career.
As for the other individuals, different standards will be set based on their individual circumstances, but it guarantees with its entire SOUL world that if it's one of them, none of their Weibo follower counts will ever surpass Zheng Ruoqian's.
Xu Changjia picked up his phone from nearby and checked the number of followers of the individuals in real time.
Ou Liyao participated in a talent show and gained a small number of fans, just surpassing 10,000.
Zhang Yuning debuted with the title of the third-highest scorer in the college entrance examination in Junzhou. Although the brain-training variety show has not yet aired, it already has a lot of accolades and 3,431 people.
There are also Wen Xuanyi and Yun He, who are a few years older than her, and they each have several thousand fans.
She lay on the swing chair, gazing at the distant lights of countless homes, feeling an overwhelming sense of loneliness and solitude, while pondering how to help them get closer to the entertainment industry.
I woke up groggily the next day, my head still foggy, but I still had to get up early to go to class, to attend a long class at 8 a.m.
It was the same Professor Xu from yesterday. Today, she wasn't specifically called on in class. She sat there peacefully, watching the golden leaves that had already fallen outside, and daydreamed for half the class.
As soon as get out of class ended, Professor Xu asked him to walk with him the whole way. "Your name is Xu Changjia?"
She followed behind, carrying her books, and Professor Xu slowed down to walk on the same line as her.
"Yes, Professor, I am Xu Changjia."
People on both sides of the school hurried past the two of them, but many also stopped and stood there, no longer with disgust or disdain, but with more curiosity.
Professor Xu witnessed the entire incident yesterday and naturally knew why these students' attitudes had changed. However, he saw through it but didn't say anything, instead turning the topic to another matter.
He thought the girl seemed quiet and reserved, but yesterday she was able to calmly handle the slander from those people and present useful evidence. This composure was exactly the kind of promising talent he wanted.
He checked her grades yesterday too. While other teachers said her university grades were only average, far below his expectations,
How bad could someone who scores 673 points in the liberal arts section of the college entrance exam be?
It's just that they haven't truly found what they like yet.
"Xu Changjia, your teacher would like to invite you to join us in researching folk customs and traditions, as well as the culture of ethnic minorities. Would you like to join us?"
She looked up at Professor Xu; his eyes told her that he genuinely wanted to invite her to do this.
"Why me?" she thought to herself, and then asked aloud.
The professor was very frank. One reason was that she had been among the top students in his subject for the past two years, and her grades were indeed quite good. Otherwise, why would he have remembered this girl and even rushed over to see what was going on yesterday? Another, more important reason was that her performance yesterday had indeed caught his attention.
"I know you haven't found what you really want to do yet. I believe you will fall in love with the two directions of folk customs and ethnic minorities."
When she returned to her small apartment, she proactively searched for those two keywords on her computer for the first time.
The last time I had dinner with Zheng Ruoqian in the United States, he also said that if you really like something, you don't need to listen to hearsay. You can do it yourself, try it out, feel it, experience it, and do what you really like to do.
Professor Xu invited her so sincerely this time, and she didn't know what she had done to deserve such a professor lowering himself to personally persuade her to join these two projects.
My mind is in turmoil, but I can't calm down by myself. I skimmed through the introduction on the webpage, but it still wasn't enough. I want to know more.
She curled up on the swing again, idly scrolling through the Weibo posts of several bloggers she followed, watching videos of customs from various ethnic groups. Could she seize such a good opportunity? But could she really do it?
She was torn between doubting herself and wondering if she could join. After much hesitation, she opened the contact list, wondering who to ask. Before she could make a choice, she received a call from Ou Liyao.
She immediately started cursing her three roommates for being such scoundrels, and she went on for three to five minutes without repeating herself.
This interruption actually dispelled much of the gloom hanging over her head.
"Yaoyao, how did you find out about this?"
When this was brought up, she said irritably, "And you still dare to talk about it? You didn't even tell me about something so important. If Zhang Yuning hadn't messaged me yesterday saying he was going to study abroad, and I hadn't called him to ask when he was leaving, I wouldn't have known you'd already moved out."
She hadn't intended to hide it from her best friend, but since she was in a competition and she didn't want to distract her, she decided to keep it a secret.
Ou Liyao gave a haughty snort and asked again, "Tell me, besides this, what else are you hiding from me?"
After a slight hesitation, I told her what Professor Xu had said today, as well as all the trivial things that happened during my last meal with Zheng Ruoqian in the United States.
She didn't have much time because she still had to go to class, practice dance, and prepare for the next stage. She switched hands to answer the phone, signaled to the person next to her not to talk, and walked to a quiet corner. She lowered her voice and said, "Jiajia, what they said is right. You have to believe in yourself. I can tell you really like this. Otherwise, if you read a book you don't like, you wouldn't mention it to me at all."
“When I called you today, you kept talking about it. Maybe you’ve already found something you love without even realizing it, and you’ve put a lot of effort into it.”
She was a little confused. I just searched for information about it online and glanced at it briefly. Does that count as putting in effort?
Before the two could say much, Ou Liyao's call was over. She had already made it to the fourth performance stage of "Youth Dream Factory".
The time they get to receive the phone each day is limited, and it's also being recorded on camera.
Sure enough, she just hung up the phone and became a trending topic on Weibo because of her eloquent speech on the talent show, and the discussion surrounding her has been increasing and remains high.
One of the mentors on the show who had high hopes for her called her over for a preliminary interview.
Ou Liyao was a little confused as to why she was the only one called for the backstage interview this time, and why Nan Qing, the mentor, personally came to take her there.
She had hoped to glean something from this senior's face, but his expression was so well-controlled that she couldn't discern anything at all.
Mentor Nan Qing asked several questions from the script, but the questions written on the paper were quite sharp: Our show has many young viewers who will imitate your words and actions. Do you think 'swearing' is a cool signal?
She frowned and decided not to follow the script for the questions, but instead guided her to explain why she had done that.
As she listened to her mentor's rambling, from whether she was under a lot of pressure, to how tough the training was, and then to who she had called earlier, what had happened, and her emotional breakdown, she finally realized what she had said that she shouldn't have during the recording of the show.
A thousand or ten thousand versions of explanation flashed through her mind, but she still told them about how the three female students from Nanan University had ganged up on her best friend. She didn't regret saying those words, nor did she admit her mistake. Since they dared to frame her friend as a thief, what did such insults matter?
A week later, when this episode of "Youth Dream Factory" aired, it immediately sparked heated discussions among netizens. Although the program blurred out the true information that Ou Liyao said, resourceful netizens still managed to find out the truth behind the "theft incident in the girls' dormitory of Nan'an University".
The three girls who were originally expelled from school suddenly became the target of netizens' criticism. Because they were envious and jealous of their roommates for knowing the school's heartthrob and academic genius, they bullied them and even framed them for being thieves.
The truths revealed are only the tip of the iceberg; one can only imagine how much grievance they swallowed alone in the corners unseen by everyone.
Someone replied in the comments: This girl comes from a good family. Didn't you see what the students from the same school said? She's just a low-key person. If someone like her can be bullied, what are we kids from ordinary working-class families supposed to do?
While Xu Changjia was still debating whether or not to seek out Professor Xu to learn about folk customs and ethnic minority cultures, she had no idea that the internet was in an uproar over her situation.
There were seven or eight books neatly stacked next to her desk, all of which she had borrowed from the library. Since it was a problem that had no immediate solution, she would try to find the answer she was looking for in the books.
When her mother, whom she hadn't contacted in a long time, called to check on her, she let it ring for a long time before answering. For no apparent reason, she became impatient with her mother, "Mom, after all that rambling, what is it you really trying to ask?"
Sitting in her office at the TV station, looking out at the bustling traffic and people holding and playing with their daughters, Mrs. Xu felt a gentle tickle in her heart, and her tone softened. "Mom, I just wanted to ask how you're doing in Nan'an."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
