The three of them walked out of the auditorium.
"By the way, Qianwaer, when you were performing on the stage, the international lyricist Lin Xi who was invited to attend the opening ceremony looked at you from time to time." Yan Qing said.
"He thought my figure was suitable for the model for his new book and wanted to hire me as a model. July and I are about the same age, so I agreed to it in advance and went to ask July." Ji Qianchong replied.
She went on to say, "The cost of hiring Lin Xi as a book model should be quite high. Being a book model for a book might be enough to cover what July earned from working three part-time jobs for half a year."
Yan Qing: "It's a good job."
In the infirmary room.
Passing by the restaurant, Ji Qianchong went in and bought a bowl of millet porridge. It was still warm when he brought it to the infirmary.
She sat on the bed and handed it to Qiyue, "If you can't eat anything else, just drink some porridge. What did you eat this morning? Why did you suddenly get gastroenteritis?"
Qiyue's face was slightly pale. She took the millet porridge handed over by Ji Qianchong, bowed slightly, and said "thank you."
She said: "My mother has not been doing well recently. Last night after finishing my part-time job, I went to the hospital to take care of her and ate some shrimp and crabs."
An Nuannuan: "Qianwaer found you a very good part-time job, a book model. Spend a week shooting and you might earn more than you would have earned working three jobs for half a year. It's the book model for that lyricist you like, Lin Xi."
The girl held the bowl of porridge in her hand and shook her head gently, "I don't like part-time jobs that put me in the spotlight."
Just as Ji Qianchong was about to say something, the phone in her pocket rang. It was a message from the teacher in the research group. She stood up and said, "I'm going to the teacher's office first. The teacher wants to discuss the project with me."
"I've already paid for July's medicine. Remember to finish your porridge. After the IV, go back to the dorm to rest. You can skip your part-time job this afternoon."
July nodded: "Yeah, I understand."
After Ji Qianchong left, An Nuannuan went to pour hot water for Qiyue to take medicine.
Yan Qing sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the girl in front of her. "Lin Xi's part-time job as a book model is good. It's just still photography for book illustrations, and they're all artistic, not too revealing. The three of us will go with you, and we'll definitely not let anyone take advantage of you."
"July, you're so exhausted working three part-time jobs and taking care of your aunt."
Qiyue always had a cold expression, and although she was pretty, she wasn't very attractive at first glance. "If my mom hadn't insisted, I wouldn't have come to this school. A diploma isn't very important to me."
"Last time, Qianwaer's husband gave you a recruitment contract from FA Group. Why don't you go there?"
"Let's wait and see. If we really have no other options, we can ask Mr. Ji for help. He's not an ordinary person, and I don't like to have anything to do with people from wealthy families."
Yan Qing actually doesn’t like chatting with July.
She always carries a feeling of desolation and sadness, as if she has experienced great pain and seen through life and death.
If Ji Qianchong hadn't always protected Qiyue, she would have considered moving Qiyue out of Dormitory 5310. After all, people with different ideals cannot work together, and friends who can't talk to each other will eventually have a rift.
Listening to her words, Yan Qing nodded, "Okay, you drink the porridge first, Nuannuan will go get some hot water, and take the medicine later."
"Thank you." July replied.
**
It was already afternoon when Ji Qianchong came out of the classroom.
Today was the Art Festival, and there were many people walking around the campus. Ji Qianchong sometimes felt that she might have been born for Ji Liangnian.
Even in the crowd, she could see the man at a glance.
Or maybe, that guy is just too eye-catching.
In the windy and rainy square, the man sat on a long wooden bench beside the flower bed. Every glance he gave her was quiet and gentle.
When she looked at him, he even raised his lips and smiled. Even without looking closely, one could see the obvious doting in the man's eyes.
Ji Qianchong raised an eyebrow at him.
The man sat still, just raised his hand and hooked his fingers.
The girl chuckled softly, ran over, and threw herself into his arms. She put her arms around his neck and looked down at him, "You're here so early."
It’s just past four o’clock.
Ji Liangnian hugged her in time and touched her head when he stood up, "I'll take you to dinner."
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