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“It’s cold and it’s getting late,” Lin Changren rubbed his hands together. “Shiyi, go buy some hot milk tea for everyone. It’s late at night, and everyone must be tired.”
"Okay," Zhu Shiyi replied.
Zhu Shiyi immediately opened the food delivery app, scrolled down, and found that all the nearby milk tea shops were already closed.
Of the remaining businesses that are still open, only citywide delivery is available, and you'll have to wait 70 to 80 minutes.
Zhu Shiyi scratched his head.
It might take seventy or eighty minutes, and the filming crew might not even get there by the time it's finished get off work.
"Let's go." Pan Yue appeared beside her at some point, his words seemingly cryptic and unrelated.
"Huh?" Zhu Shiyi didn't understand.
“Drive to buy it,” Pan Yue said as he walked toward the door, then explained, “Changzi told me.”
"Oh, oh." Zhu Shiyi hurried after him.
Isn't that simpler?
Get in the car.
Pan Yue unlocked his phone and handed it to Zhu Shiyi: "Take a look and see what you want."
“Okay,” Zhu Shiyi took the phone and casually asked, “What would you like to drink?”
"You can choose one," Pan Yue said, starting the car.
Zhu Shiyi hesitated: "What do you like?"
"Can."
Zhu Shiyi selected a shop and told Pan Yue the address.
Pan Yue was in charge of driving, and Zhu Shiyi was in charge of ordering milk tea.
Delivery takes about 70 to 80 minutes citywide, and by car it only takes about ten minutes to get to the store.
"Is 8097 ready?" Zhu Shiyi asked, giving the order code.
"Everything's ready," the young man at the bubble tea shop gestured to the table next to him.
Three whole bags.
Pan Yue was nearby, so he scooped them all up with both hands.
Zhu Shiyi quickly reached into his hand, saying, "Let me do it, let me do it."
The other person dodged.
“It’s not heavy.” Pan Yue moved a little distance away.
There were three big bags, and Zhu Shiyi should at least carry one of them. She moved closer to Pan Yue's side and said, "Yes, it's not heavy, I'll carry it."
“There’s no need.” Pan Yue moved away without making a sound.
"Hey—" Zhu Shiyi clicked his tongue.
"Need not."
“Hey—” Zhu Shiyi followed closely, his voice rising and falling in tone.
"It's nothing," Pan Yue said politely, emphasizing his tone.
After pushing and shoving each other for a while, Zhu Shiyi paused and suddenly burst out laughing.
Zhu Shiyi's eyes crinkled into a smile, her stomach churning with laughter: "Don't you think we're like this, hahaha! It's like visiting relatives during Chinese New Year..."
Pan Yue suddenly moved closer and pulled her away with a force.
Zhu Shiyi gasped softly as her entire body bumped into the man's arm.
A car drove past her.
"Watch out for the car." Pan Yue immediately let go.
The force in my arm disappeared.
Zhu Shiyi patted his chest and tried to catch his breath.
"What did you just say?" Pan Yue asked.
"I said..." Zhu Shiyi felt her unsteady heartbeat, "I..."
"Hmm?" The two had already walked to the car. Pan Yue opened the trunk and put out three large bags. "Would you like to take them out and drink them first?"
"It's nothing," Zhu Shiyi said, calming himself down. "Let's drink it when we get back."
...
The car drove to the bar.
Zhu Shiyi texted Li Xuan: "Brother Xuan, how's filming going? Could you please open the door for me?"
Li Xuan: [They're still filming inside, so it's difficult to open the door. You'll have to wait a bit. I'll open it for you and Mr. Pan after this shot is finished.]
Zhu Shiyi informed Pan Yue.
Pan Yue nodded: "Let's take the things out first."
Zhu Shiyi quickly got out of the car and picked up two bags of milk tea first.
Pan Yue didn't argue with her, and reached out to take the remaining bag.
The two placed the milk tea on the table in the yard.
Pan Yue sat down and took out his phone.
Zhu Shiyi stood there waiting.
Out of boredom, I looked around.
She saw the swing by the door again.
When she first met it, she didn't have time to sit down for a while.
Zhu Shiyi ran to the swing, sat down in the middle, and grabbed the ropes on both sides with both hands.
The metal swing has a fairly large seat that can accommodate two people.
Sitting in the middle, Zhu Shiyi had to stretch out his arms to grab it.
She simply moved to the right, supporting herself on the seat with one hand and gripping the rope with the other.
Zhu Shiyi stretched her legs, leaned back, and her feet lifted up in an instant, the swing swaying forward as she embraced the wind.
It fell backward again.
She pushed off again with all her might.
Inertia brings a subtle feeling of weightlessness.
His hands unconsciously clenched the rope, his fingertips rubbing against his palms, which were sweaty.
A familiar feeling of happiness.
It is humanity's dream of flying;
It is the freedom of toes pointing upwards;
It's more like the summers of her childhood, the smell of fresh grass.
Her heart was filled with warmth and excitement, and she no longer shivered in the cold wind.
"It would be great if we had a wooden swing," Zhu Shiyi remarked casually. "It would be more exciting to swing higher."
"Use a little trick," Pan Yue said.
The moonlight softened his features.
Zhu Shiyi smiled, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons, his feet off the ground, his toes casually curled up.
She tilted her head: "What technique?"
Pan Yue: "The forward swing is fine. When landing backward, pay attention to bending your knees and leaning your upper body forward to change the position of your center of gravity, which is more conducive to the conversion of the system's potential energy into kinetic energy."
Zhu Shiyi: ?
“Are you doing physics problems?” Zhu Shiyi pouted and frowned. “Anyway, you can’t compare to a small piece of wood. That’s what flying is all about.”
Pan Yue's lips curled up, as if he were about to chuckle: "Then let's use brute force."
“That’s scientific.” Zhu Shiyi raised his head, ready to exert himself.
Let's also use the mechanics techniques that Pan Yue mentioned.
Zhu Shiyi exerted all his strength, but the large swing still couldn't swing away.
"Never mind," Zhu Shiyi decided to let things take their course, swaying gently, "This is fine too."
Pan Yue suddenly stood up and moved closer to her: "I'll help you."
Zhu Shiyi was taken aback when Pan Yue was already behind her.
She turned her head and slightly opened her mouth.
"You're welcome." Pan Yue smiled.
Zhu Shiyi: ...?
She chuckled and then said, "Okay, then I won't thank you."
Pan Yue put his hand on the back of the chair: "You kick your legs."
Zhu Shiyi was ready.
Without warning, the sensation of being pushed back suddenly arrived.
The soles of the shoes lightly rubbed against the ground.
Zhu Shiyi took a deep breath, filling his lungs, which, along with his heart that had been thrown high into the air, shot straight into the sky.
She chuckled softly.
Another fall.
But the momentum suddenly came to a halt at a certain moment.
The force on her back increased again, and she moved forward steadily.
The arc becomes increasingly higher.
Zhu Shiyi released one hand.
She spread her five fingers towards the sky.
Free and happy people can reach for the stars.
A biting wind swept across my face, and the swing shivered from the cold.
Zhu Shiyi, however, felt at ease.
Pan Yue remained hidden in the background.
She thought he would catch her.
...
"That's enough," Zhu Shiyi sniffed and coughed lightly, "It's a bit cold."
Pan Yue grabbed the back of the chair firmly, and the swing stopped.
Zhu Shiyi hadn't had enough fun yet, but she was definitely cold.
Moreover, she felt embarrassed to let Pan Yue keep pushing her, so she just enjoyed herself.
Perhaps because she wasn't at the company, but in this bar filled with memories, and with no colleagues around, Zhu Shiyi didn't see Pan Yue as a big boss at this moment, but only as a friend.
She turned around and said, "Come sit down for a while, it's a lot of fun."
Pan Yue's expression darkened for half a second, then he blinked naturally: "Please sit down."
The clarity of vision has returned.
Pan Yue was definitely embarrassed.
Didn't he have a lot of fun flying a kite on the beach in Qincheng before?
He must love to play!
Zhu Shiyi stood up: "Please sit down, please sit down."
She went around to the back of the chair: "I'll push you."
Pan Yue paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, "Alright."
He sat on the swing: "But you probably can't push me."
“It’s okay, hold on tight,” Zhu Shiyi gripped the back of the chair, “Just treat it as strength training.”
Don't even think about questioning a strong woman!
Pan Yue stretched out his long legs, and Zhu Shiyi had to slightly raise his hand to touch the top of the chair back.
"I'm going to push now!" she said suddenly, pushing hard.
The swing doesn't go very high.
Zhu Shiyi pushed again and again, and the swing finally swung higher and higher.
Her back was also damp with a thin layer of sweat.
The bar door rattled slightly.
Zhu Shiyi quickly turned to the side, let go of his hand, and looked up at the sky.
The swing swayed freely for half a moment, then came to a stop.
"President Pan, Xiao Zhu," Li Xuan said with a smile, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
"It's nothing." Pan Yue stood up, his expression unreadable.
Zhu Shiyi didn't dare look in Pan Yue's direction. She touched her eyebrows, looking guilty, and said, "I'll go get the milk tea."
...
As Zhu Shiyi carried the milk tea into the house, he silently reviewed the situation in his mind.
Li Xuan probably didn't see anything, right?
She let go quite quickly.
...
Why does this look like catching someone in the act of adultery?
There was nothing wrong with it to begin with.
She was just afraid that others would misunderstand.
Li Xuan and Zhu Shiyi served milk tea to the filming crew before it was the company's internal staff's turn.
"Thank you for your hard work," Lin Changren said, taking the milk tea and taking out his phone. "You don't need to ask the finance department for reimbursement. I'll transfer the money to you directly."
“No need, Mr. Lin,” Zhu Shiyi gestured with his chin toward Pan Yue, “Mr. Pan paid for it, you can give it to him.”
Lin Changren raised an eyebrow and glanced to the side: "He paid?"
Zhu Shiyi nodded.
Lin Changren grinned, his smile casual: "Then I'm relieved."
“Two hundred and seventy-two,” Pan Yue spread his hands, his eyes squinting upwards, “I won’t charge you a penny more.”
"Today, it was President Pan who treated us to this meal and even drove all the way to buy the milk tea. He deserves all the credit! How could I possibly steal your credit?" Lin Changren said, raising his eyebrows.
“Don’t mention it,” Pan Yue beckoned with his finger, his words sarcastic, “President Lin, the future movie star will be the real hero.”
Lin Changren tore open the straw packaging, crumpled the paper bag into a ball, and threw it into Pan Yue's outstretched palm: "You came to visit the movie star on set, what's wrong with buying me a drink?"
"Clown," Pan Yue tossed the trash back into Lin Changren's arms, "Don't you know your own worth?"
"Get out of here," Lin Changren cursed.
"Mr. Lin, could you please come here for a moment? This is the last shot!" a staff member called out.
Lin Changren didn't even bother to argue with Pan Yue anymore. He handed the trash to Zhu Shiyi: "Shiyi, could you please throw this away for me? Thanks!"
After saying that, she ran towards the director.
Zhu Shiyi responded.
Pan Yue and Zhu Shiyi were the last to get to drink milk tea.
Zhu Shiyi held the cup in one hand and poked the straw bag open with the other hand, shoving it onto his shoulder.
Pan Yue's hand suddenly reached out.
Zhu Shiyi understood, and she reached out to grab the trash from his palm.
Pan Yue dodged to the side, glanced at her, casually flicked his thumb and forefinger, pulled the straw bag from her hand, and tossed it into the empty insulated bag on the table.
Zhu Shiyi suddenly realized.
He then reached for the insulated bag.
With his other hand, he snatched the garbage bag first.
Pan Yue turned around and walked towards the door.
Zhu Shiyi blinked gently.
Pan Yue pushed open the door, and the winter wind rushed into the room.
Zhu Shiyi shook his leg slightly and unconsciously took a sip of hot drink.
The milk tea is slightly hot when you drink it, and it's rich, smooth, and fragrant; the tapioca pearls are soft, chewy, and sweet.
She squinted her eyes happily.
The final scene was filmed in one take, and everyone cheered.
In a corner, a person walks towards the director.
"All done!" Yu Fan swaggered off the stage and walked toward Zhu Shiyi.
Lin Changren glanced at Pan Yue, who shook his head.
Lin Changren secretly stuck out his index finger and pointed at Yu Fan.
Pan Yue's lips curled into an ambiguous expression.
Lin Changren strode forward, punched Pan Yue, and said in a low voice, "I'll treat you to a late-night snack, buddy."
“That’s a must,” Pan Yue retaliated with a punch, “Two hundred and seventy-two, plus.”
Pan Yue curled his lips: "Hush money."
Lin Changren was secretly pleased, pursed his lips, and turned to run to find someone: "Yu Fan."
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