Lan Shan, who has lived for 28 years, was called a "prince" for the first time, and it was a pretty and supposedly wealthy girl.
My face feels a little hot.
"Um, where do you live... shall I take you home?"
Zhao Jiening's eyes sparkled, like stars in them. "Are you asking where I live because you want to stake out my place?"
Blue Mountain: "..."
Ms. Zhao's thought process is different from others.
"You don't need me to take you home, I'll go home by myself."
"But I don't want to go home yet." I want to look at the stars a little longer. "Ru Feng, I came to see you today because the Beijing Barista Association is having a barista competition. I wanted to ask if you'd be interested. It's exciting to compete against the best. It's in mid-July."
It must be said that Zhao Jiening is very good at winning people's hearts.
Lan Shan was naturally eager to participate. However, he still cautiously asked, "Is it still possible to register now? What are the rewards?"
Zhao Jiening smoothed her hair, which had a layered shape, and said, "I...I've signed you up. I bet you'll be interested."
Quickly thank me, quickly thank me.
Taking matters into their own hands, acting first and asking for thanks later? Lan Shan was utterly speechless. "What if I don't go?"
Zhao Jiening clenched her little fist, looking cute but fierce, "Then you'll be blacklisted by the Barista Association. Besides, why not go? If you excel, you can join the Barista Association directly, and you'll have priority access to its resources. It can even advertise for your little shop!"
The last sentence touched Lan Shan deeply. Now everyone in the shop is working very hard, especially Dai Dai and Jian Yan, who work tirelessly in all kinds of weather, and even write plans and come up with creative ideas. As a barista, he has an even greater responsibility to do so.
"Okay, I'll participate in the competition. I'll let my boss know later." With that, he walked down the overpass.
Zhao Jiening followed with small, quick steps, "Hey, don't you want to know the rules of the competition? I haven't finished speaking yet."
Lan Shan suddenly stopped, and Zhao Jiening bumped into him with a "bang." She bounced back, and Lan Shan instinctively grabbed her wrist.
Zhao Jiening forgot the pain in her nose and stared at him blankly.
The atmosphere was a bit ambiguous.
Lan Shan suddenly let go of her hand. "Well, I'll find out for myself when I get back. Dai Dai said that beauties are made through sleep. It's eleven o'clock now, and my body is starting to detox. If I don't go to sleep soon, I'll become an ugly monster."
Sitting in the passenger seat, Xue Qiandai said, "When did I ever say I wouldn't take the blame for this?"
Zhao Jiening's lips curled up into a smile, "Are you worried that I'll become ugly and never be able to get married?"
The art style is just wrong.
Lan Shan, steeling himself, asked, "Why are you helping me?"
"I know you don't even find me as cute as a coffee bean. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything by it, I just think you're quite interesting and want to satisfy my own cravings. I don't have any barista friends yet."
Blue Mountain glanced at her again and concluded that she was indeed not as cute as coffee beans, but at least this girl had some self-awareness. He continued walking down the overpass. "One last time, do you need me to give you a ride? If not, thank you, I'm going home."
"Yes, I live in Houshayu."
Yes, Houshayu Central Villa District.
When the taxi arrived at Zhao Jiening's house, Lan Shan was shocked to find that the place was full of huge villas.
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Meanwhile, Jian Yan and Yuan Mu were also taking a stroll.
"Jian Yan, I met everyone at your coffee shop today, and they all seem very nice and easy to get along with. I'm even thinking of joining them to deliver food," Yuan Mu said with a smile.
“That won’t do,” Jian Yan immediately rejected. “You are the best editor, and you will become a senior editor and editor-in-chief in the future. You will have a place in the fashion industry then. My clothing store will need your coverage.”
Yuan Mu's facial muscles twitched, his smile bitter. Perhaps only Jian Yan thought he was the best; it felt good to be trusted, but he was also afraid of disappointing her.
"Jian Yan, if—I mean if I resigned from my position at Fashion Vanguard, what do you think?"
Jian Yan noticed Yuan Mu's unusual behavior. In fact, she had a vague feeling when he came to see her earlier today, and now it seemed to confirm her guess. "Senior, are you... unhappy with what you're doing? Or did something happen? You just reported on Mr. Huo's interview. I heard from Dai Dai today that so many people wanted to be interviewed but were turned down by Mr. Huo."
Yuan Mu also thought his opportunity had arrived. He was to be promoted and have his salary doubled, but he didn't get it.
Today, he was at the magazine office, full of ambition and in high spirits, when suddenly the editor-in-chief, Xu Na, found him.
"Yuan Mu, there's something I need to tell you. You have two choices: either leave *Fashion Vanguard* or continue as an intern editor. The choice is yours."
Wait a minute, Yuan Mu's mind went blank, he couldn't come to his senses. "Editor-in-chief, I... I didn't hear you clearly, please say it again."
Xu Na repeated it without any emotion.
"Why? What did I do wrong?" Yuan Mu asked loudly. His back was straight, and his eyes were bloodshot with resentment. "I did the interview, and the magazine's daily subscriptions increased significantly. Why should I be demoted? This is unfair."
Xu Na crossed her arms and watched coldly. "Is there any fairness in this world? You should ask yourself what you've done first."
Yuan Mu sneered, his voice full of sarcasm, "Editor-in-Chief Xu, are you trying to undermine your own interests? Are you afraid I'll steal your thunder? Very well, I've seen my worth. I'm going to find the editor-in-chief and have a serious talk with him right now, to see if he'll let your scheme succeed."
Xu Na finally showed a hint of emotion. "You're just a newborn calf; how could you know the depths of the world?" she thought. "It's no use. The order came from the editor-in-chief. Do you think I would forge an imperial edict? You've offended someone; even the editor-in-chief can't do anything about it."
Yuan Mu stood there, stunned, trying to recall who he had offended. He thought of a face, a face with strikingly beautiful features.
Is it her?
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