Chapter 85 IF Line (4): First performance on stage.
It must be said that Charlene has a very keen eye.
After entering puberty, the most obvious changes in Song Yunqing, besides his height, were his facial features. His youthful innocence was gradually replaced by a hint of maturity, making people want to see what he would look like when he fully matured.
The drama club president currently holds this view, but...
"Am I crazy, or are you crazy?" She pointed at Charlene, then cautiously glanced at the people peering curiously into the activity room. "Do you know who he is?"
"I know him." Xia Lin blinked innocently. "Isn't he that genius who got into Peking University at the age of 13?"
It became famous throughout the country.
"Knowing this, why did you still bring him along?" The president slapped his forehead hard, filled with unspeakable regret.
She shouldn't have assigned the recruitment work to Xia Lin. She seemed quite composed, but she ended up doing something like this.
"Why can't we pull him over?" Charlene protested, grabbing the person in front of her. "Take a good look at this face."
The moment she forcefully pulled him over, the club president was so frightened that he immediately stood up from his chair. When he saw her squeezing and pinching Song Dashen's face, his heart almost jumped out of his throat.
"Okay, okay, stop pinching." The club president quickly stopped them, almost fawning over Song Yunqing: "Um...Master, would you be interested in playing around?"
"I……"
Just as Song Yunqing was about to refuse, he saw Xia Lin staring intently at him, her eyes growing redder and redder, as if she would burst into tears the next second if he shook his head.
After hesitating for a while, I finally had to agree.
Charlene was the happiest of all.
But soon, reality defeated them.
Song Yunqing has no acting skills whatsoever, and her lines are delivered haltingly. The only thing she has to offer is her face.
It would be nice to use it as a vase.
Charlene was devastated.
The club president, on the contrary, breathed a sigh of relief and patted her twice to comfort her: "Song Shen is only 15, still a child. After another year or two of training, she will definitely be able to do it."
During his two years at university, Song Yunqing was only frequently seen by students from the Computer Science Department. He rarely ran into students from other departments, let alone participated in any activities with them.
Under these circumstances, it was unbelievable to the president that Song Yunqing could perform in a stage play right away.
However, it's not bad as a living signboard for a club.
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For two years, Song Yunqing served as the company's "living advertisement," responsible for recruiting new members and occasionally watching rehearsals.
Only Xia Lin would often look at his increasingly mature face with exasperation, asking, "Senior, are you about to graduate?"
Song Yunqing nodded and said, "I plan to... stay at the university and pursue a doctorate."
A year ago, before he even graduated, his father suggested that he come work for the company. But whenever this topic came up, he could clearly sense his older brother's wariness and disgust towards him, as if they weren't family, but enemies.
He was exhausted.
I decided to stay at school.
After completing a doctorate, one can pursue further studies abroad or stay at Peking University to teach; either way, there are viable options.
He doesn't necessarily have to join the company.
"Pursuing a PhD, huh? A PhD is good, a PhD... That's not what I meant." Xia Lin almost got sidetracked by him, then held up two fingers. "It's been two years, I've even become the president of the club now, don't you have even the slightest desire to perform on stage?"
no.
She was never willing to accept that her face had been wasted.
He pulled her over to Yang Ying and said, "Junior, you have such a vivid imagination, why don't you write a script tailored just for him?"
“It’s not a matter of tailoring a script to him,” Yang Ying muttered, pushing up her black-rimmed glasses. She then mustered her courage and suggested, “Why don’t you let him try acting it out first?”
"President, the costumes my mom made have arrived." At this moment, You Jianan, who had just joined the club last year, came in with two rows of costumes in different colors and styles, along with Yang Ying.
Xia Lin automatically bypassed him and precisely located a pink theatrical costume with flowing sleeves on the mobile clothes rack, which looked exceptionally suitable for Song Yunqing.
"Senior, what do you think of this? Let's put it on and maybe we'll hit it off..." She smiled and turned back, already slipping to the door, ready to run away.
Xia Lin shouted anxiously, "Cheng Xu! Grab him!"
A strong, powerful arm quickly blocked his way.
Song Yunqing looked at the boy who was almost a head taller than her, silently turned around, and was greeted by the costume covered by a transparent cover.
"Charlene, I..."
"Do you need my help?" Charlene asked with a smile, cracking her knuckles.
Song Yunqing quickly shook her head and reluctantly accepted the costume.
After they changed into their new clothes, the noisy activity room instantly fell silent, and Xia Lin and Yang Ying both covered their mouths with their hands at the same time.
"President," Yang Ying wanted to retract her earlier statement, "tailor-made scripts aren't out of the question. What do you think of the combination of a Republic-era actress and a warlord's son?"
"Great! Absolutely great."
Charlene made the final decision.
But aside from appearance, the most important thing is acting skills.
After the script was completed, Charlene taught him almost step by step from scratch, including subtle changes in expression, stage movement, and the tone of his lines...
Although Song Yunqing lacked experience, she was unmatched in her learning ability, and Xia Lin was indeed responsible. In just one month, she had already seen initial results.
Especially after changing into the costume, if not 100%, it was at least passable.
"Not bad, not bad at all." Xia Lin nodded with satisfaction, feeling a sense of pride, like a parent watching their child grow up.
Yang Ying couldn't help but interrupt: "If you're rehearsing, where are you going to perform? There's still a long time before the new students start school in the second half of the year."
"Oh, right." Charlene suddenly realized what was happening.
You Jianan passed by and reminded them: "Isn't there a school anniversary celebration in two months?"
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During Kyoto University's anniversary celebrations, invitations are sent to outstanding alumni, inviting them to return to the university for a visit.
Pei Wenxian has always been the one to represent the Pei family, but this year—
“Your sister-in-law’s mother is sick, we need to go see her. She probably won’t be able to make it back for Peking University’s anniversary celebration.” Pei Wenxian went directly to his younger brother with the invitation. “You go this year.”
Pei Yanli didn't even look up. "Did you arrange for another young lady to come along?"
Similar situations have occurred frequently in the past two years.
He won't be fooled so easily.
Pei Wenxian didn't answer, but only said, "You're 27 too, not young anymore."
“27…” Pei Yanli finally looked up and asked again, “When did you get married, elder brother?”
Pei Wenxian, who was getting married right at the age of thirty: "..."
"I still have a long way to go." After saying this, Pei Yanli lowered her head again.
Pei Wenxian quickly explained, "But your sister-in-law and I are already engaged. What about you?"
I'm 27 and I don't even have someone I like. No wonder my grandfather keeps urging me to get married.
"What kind of person are you looking for?" Pei Wenxian couldn't help but mutter, "Xi Ning has introduced so many to you, how come you don't like any of them?"
here we go again.
Pei Yanli pressed her temples, looking exasperated, and casually replied, "Didn't I say I wanted someone pretty?"
"Which daughter your sister-in-law introduced isn't beautiful?"
"I want the prettiest one."
Pei Wenxian: "..."
After all that talk, it's as if nothing was said.
Where could he find the most beautiful woman? The most beautiful woman was Xining.
Thinking of this, Pei Wenxian narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Your sister-in-law got married."
"..."
Pei Yanli eventually accepted the invitation.
*
Before we knew it, it was the school anniversary.
Pei Wenxian didn't arrange for another young lady to accompany him, but instead gave him a big problem.
"Second Uncle, this is Peking University! Wow! It's so lively."
Fifteen-year-old Pei Nianchu was at the age of being lively and active. As soon as she got off the bus, she went straight to places with lots of people.
Pei Yanli had a terrible headache.
"Chen Zhao, quickly pull him back."
However, ten minutes passed, and not only did they not see anyone, but they did receive a photo of the two of them with the little witch on their phone.
He immediately dialed the number: "Pei Nianchu, come back to me."
"What? Second Uncle, it's too noisy here, I can't hear you!"
Where is Chen Zhao?
“He…” Pei Nianchu glanced at the people around her and said nonsensically, “I didn’t see him.”
"So big and you dare to lie?"
Pei Nianchu's heart skipped a beat. He looked up and saw that his second uncle had come to arrest him. He thought to himself, "This is bad," and grabbed Chen Zhao and ran away in the opposite direction.
"Pei Nianchu!"
Pei Yanli took a few big strides, busy catching people and neglecting what was in front of him. By the time he realized what was happening, he had already bumped into a long-haired girl wearing a purple cheongsam.
"Feel sorry."
The girl looked up and blinked in shock.
Those eyes felt strangely familiar, as if she had seen them somewhere before. Pei Yanli involuntarily reached out her hand: "You..."
"Don't run away, senior!"
Just then, Charlene's soft voice came from afar.
Song Yunqing hurriedly covered her mouth and lowered her head, then limped away in her ill-fitting high heels.
"Boss, I've brought the person back." A moment later, Chen Zhao grabbed Pei Nianchu by the collar and forcibly dragged her back, only to find the boss standing there, staring at his right hand.
What happened to your hand?
"Boss," Chen Zhao called out again.
Pei Yanli snapped out of her daze, turned her head and saw Pei Nianchu, her face instantly darkening. "Go back right now!"
"Ah!!! No, Uncle, I was wrong." Pei Nianchu turned around and hugged Chen Zhao, who was clutching her. "I swear, I will never run away again."
As if to prove that she really knew she was wrong, Pei Nianchu followed Chen Zhao closely for the next few hours, whispering to him from time to time.
"Kyoto University is so beautiful, and the food in the cafeteria is pretty good too. I want to come here sometime."
"Ha!" Chen Zhao said frankly, "Your grades are questionable."
"Well, you're here, so you can tutor me."
"I'm afraid I'll vomit blood."
...
The two joked around behind, but Pei Yanli was completely distracted after bumping into the girl.
As he bumped into her, he accidentally touched her waist. Her slender waist, visible beneath her cheongsam, seemed so small that one hand could easily grasp half of it.
And her appearance... "So beautiful."
"What? What are you saying, Second Uncle?" Pei Yanli murmured, which was vaguely heard by Pei Nianchu, who took two steps forward to ask.
When he didn't answer, she turned to him and said, "I heard there's a school anniversary gala at 7:30."
Pei Yanli coldly reminded him, "You need to go back and do your homework."
"Oh, Uncle, Mom and Dad are finally not home today, so please... just ignore it this once, tomorrow!" Pei Nianchu vowed again, "I will definitely write it tomorrow."
"All right."
"Good second uncle, I beg you... wait?" Pei Nianchu belatedly realized, incredulous: "You agreed?"
"Um."
"They actually agreed? That's unbelievable."
"What did you say?"
"No, no." Pei Nianchu shook her head so hard she wanted to make a rattle drum. "I mean, it's true that my second uncle still loves me the most."
He quickly put his second uncle's unusual behavior out of his mind and pulled Chen Zhao to find a great viewing spot on the second floor of the auditorium.
Around 8:30, I saw the person sitting on my right take out their phone and turn on the recording function.
"Second...Second Uncle?"
"What's wrong?"
"You...like watching stage plays?"
"Um."
Pei Nianchu frowned as he watched as he zoomed in on the screen with two fingers, focusing on the female lead in a pink costume and a jeweled crown.
Does this mean you like watching stage plays?
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Pei Yanli: Children should mind their own business.
There should only be one chapter left. I originally planned to finish writing it all today, but... I simply can't finish it!!!
Let's put it off until tomorrow.
Speaking of which, tomorrow is May Day.
Happy May Day everyone! Have a safe and enjoyable holiday trip!
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