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“Brother, I’m telling you the truth,” Lin Changren swallowed a mouthful of wine and earnestly advised, “When pursuing a goddess, you have to take the initiative.”
Pan Yue said wistfully, "So who was it that confessed their feelings to me the other day and then cried in front of me after being rejected?"
Lin Changren retorted angrily, "You're slandering me! Where did I cry?"
Pan Yue shrugged, a slight smirk on his face. "I didn't say it was you."
Lin Changren: ......
"Fine, I won't give you any more advice. Don't regret it later."
Pan Yue remained silent.
He picked up the liquor and took another swig. The alcohol combined with the spicy hot pot made the spiciness even more intense, stimulating his nerves.
He glanced across at the other side.
Lin Changren buried his head and ate meat in large bites, seemingly unwilling to utter a word.
Pan Yue felt inexplicably upset.
"...How did you figure that out?" He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and unconsciously looked away.
Lin Changren gave a soft hum and stole a glance at Pan Yue.
Pan Yue looked out the window, his eyes vacant, with a strange red stain still lingering at the base of his ears.
Tsk tsk, what a face! He's all lovestruck.
Lin Changren secretly curled his lips. Sure enough, with just this one test, Pan confessed everything.
“Good son, beg your father,” he thought to himself with glee, “beg me and I’ll tell you.”
Pan Yue glanced sideways, his long eyes flashing slightly: "I don't mind you bribing the intermediary to deceive Yu Fan..."
"Stop—" Lin Changren raised his hand. "Is this all you know how to do? If you're so capable, try something else!"
Pan Yue said indifferently, "He has no ability."
Lin Changren choked.
Damn, as expected, shamelessness is invincible!
"Yes, you're incompetent." Lin Changren retorted, trying to save face.
Pan Yue smiled faintly, but remained silent.
As a father, you need to be compassionate and not undermine your eldest son; let him play somewhere else. Leave him alone for a couple of minutes, and he'll get restless on his own.
I cooked seven or eight duck intestines in the hot pot, and the clock ticked two or three times.
Lin Changren took his third deep breath.
Damn it, you damned Pan dog, why aren't you begging yet!
He's so anxious! I really want to hear some gossip.
“Brother,” he slurped his potato noodles, feigning nonchalance, “so you just like Shiyi.”
Pan Yue lowered his eyes, chewing on a piece of dried scallop, and let out a soft, muffled sound: "...maybe."
Pan Gou is such a taciturn guy, he doesn't just say "no," he says "yes"!
Lin Changren's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward a bit: "Old Pan, believe me, I've had my share of relationships."
Pan Yue slowly raised his head, his brow twitching slightly.
Do you chat on WeChat in private?
"Um."
Lin Changren asked excitedly, "Did you chat a lot?"
Pan Yue thought for a moment: "Not many."
A day, just a few words.
If he could, he would want to see her whenever he had free time.
"We chat once or twice a week?"
Pan Yue, meticulous: "At least five times."
Lin Changren: ......
Versailles!
That's still less; some people teach more than him. So, who's teaching whom?
"What did you guys talk about?" Lin Changren coughed to cover his embarrassment. "Tell me about it, I'll be your strategist."
Pan Yue: "To publish a daily newspaper."
Lin Changren: ?
He refrained from rolling his eyes: "That's it?"
Pan Yue paused for a moment: "...More or less."
“You can’t do it like this,” Lin Changren said with exasperation. “You need to take the initiative! Say good morning and good night every day, ask what you’re doing, ask if you’ve eaten? These are the most basic things, do you understand?”
Pan Yue frowned deeply.
"Don't believe me?" Lin Changren pointed his finger. "Take out your phone now and text her, just ask her what she's doing."
Pan Yue pursed his lips: "...What's the difference between this and confessing your feelings?"
Lin Changren's vision went black.
“Brother,” Lin Changren laughed, “How can there be no difference? You’ve heard me say this, just send it like this and see her reaction, then you’ll know what her attitude towards you is.”
"So what is Yu Fan's attitude towards you?"
Lin Changren was taken aback: "Her?"
Recalling his conversation with Yu Fan not long ago...
Lin Changren lowered his head, propped his forehead up, and hid his lecherous smile: "Anyway, it's fine."
“Hmm,” Pan Yue said incisively, “then why did you fail to confess your feelings?”
Lin Changren's face fell instantly: "What are you talking about? She just doesn't understand what failure means."
"Okay." Pan Yue nodded, offering no further comment.
He wasn't sure whether Yu Fan understood it or not.
But the undeniable fact is that Lin Changren did not succeed.
Therefore, in relationships, being too proactive will lead to failure.
He didn't want to be presumptuous.
Lin Changren scratched at the bottom of the pot, then gulped down another mouthful of wine, his face drooping.
“Old Pan—” Lin Changren couldn’t hold his liquor; he blushed easily. He shook his head, his face red and his eyes full of melancholy. “You have to work harder to win over Shiyi.”
In this way, Yu Fan... would not have the chance to be with Pan Yue.
Pan Yue gave a perfunctory "hmm" and silently ordered a cup of honey lemon water.
He didn't want to have to carry Lin Changren home later.
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Wednesday.
The raindrops outside the window looked like crumpled spider webs, sticking to the glass.
Accompanying the winter rain is an endless low pressure, making it hard to breathe.
Perhaps because it's close to the end of the year, the marketing department is busier than ever today.
Even Zhu Shiyi, this unremarkable intern, couldn't escape this fate.
“The client said this won’t do,” Li Xuan complained bitterly. “I’ve already revised it more than ten times.”
"I'm speechless," Qin Yu complained. "They made a few requests in the early stages and told me to take my time and ensure quality. I thought I had encountered some amazing client. But today they started adding more requirements and kept pushing me like crazy."
"I can't talk anymore, let's get to work," Li Xuan sighed in despair.
“Old Xuan,” He Qiong said as she walked by in her high heels, “remember to manage the official WeChat account.”
Li Xuan gave an OK sign: "Understood."
Li Xuan turned to Zhu and instructed, "Xiao Zhu, remember my documents."
"Okay, Brother Xuan." Zhu Shiyi obediently agreed and ran to the printing room.
From the moment she stepped into the office, Zhu Shiyi was busy running around, organizing documents, and doing odd jobs. She barely sat down twice that morning.
She worked harder than an ox. At noon, Zhu Shiyi naturally shared a milk tea with her colleagues. The office was heated and stuffy, so she rewarded herself with an iced one.
In the afternoon, Zhu Shiyi finally had a chance to catch her breath and started working on her practice marketing plan again.
She referenced the plans sent by Pan Yue, and each one mentioned the marketing traffic allocation ratio.
Zhu Shiyi frowned, looking like he had a sour face.
The content of the reference plan was completely different from what she had imagined.
KFS content delivery matrix? Top, mid, and bottom KOL placement? What kind of I-shaped or inverted cone shape?
Are the new product phase, growth phase, maturity phase, etc., the same as the phases in the marketing cycle?
So what specific ratio should be used?
Some questions cannot be answered simply by searching online.
Whether it was due to the day's busy schedule or simply the weather, Zhu Shiyi felt exceptionally tired and irritable. Even the joyous occasion of seeing Pan Yue in the afternoon didn't lift her spirits.
In the afternoon, at the gym.
Zhu Shiyi had just changed into her swimsuit when she suddenly shivered.
Pan Yue sent her a message last night: "Do you want to go swimming tomorrow? I'd like to do more cardio."
Zhu Shiyi prefers swimming, but she doesn't feel like swimming as much in winter.
But then I remembered Vicky's advice: during in-person meetings, try to create some physical contact.
Zhu Shiyi agreed anyway.
She shakily entered the pool, draped in a bath towel.
"It's freezing!" Zhu Shiyi wished she could curl up into a ball.
Pan Yue was already waiting by the pool, acting as if nothing had happened, still shirtless.
"Aren't you cold?" Zhu Shiyi asked, shivering, as she lifted the bath towel and placed it on the table next to her.
"It's alright." Pan Yue jumped into the water and swam forward.
Water splashed up, and Zhu Shiyi felt uneasy.
They've already started swimming? I thought I could chat with him a bit more.
She then went into the water.
The skin feels warm and soft upon contact with the warm current.
My heart calmed down a bit.
In winter, the indoor temperature is low, while the pool temperature is high, with a temperature difference of ten to twenty degrees Celsius. When you look at the pool from the shore, you can see wisps of white steam rising up, making the pool water look like a hot spring.
Zhu Shiyi submerged himself in warm water, chasing after Pan Yue's footsteps.
She looked up to catch her breath and saw that Pan Yue had stopped on the opposite bank.
She felt a little better.
Find an opportunity to create some contact!
Swimming quickly to the other side, Pan Yue took off his swimming goggles and soaked in the water.
Zhu Shiyi steadied himself against the shore and asked, "Are your swimming goggles fogged up?"
"Um."
Zhu Shiyi suddenly blurted out: "Apply some saliva to prevent fogging; it works very well."
Pan Yue's eye twitched.
He glanced at me sideways: "So you wiped it off?"
"No!" Zhu Shiyi exclaimed in surprise. What nonsense! She waved her hand and explained, "I didn't. My dad told me. I've never done it!"
Actually... she really did lick swimming goggles when she was little, and surprisingly, it actually worked!
But to maintain her image as a beautiful young woman, she can't say such things.
Pan Yue: "I have a special spray, but I forgot to bring it."
"Oh," Zhu Shiyi changed the subject, "can you teach me freestyle?"
When teaching swimming, don't you have to support the stomach and back?
Pan Yue frowned slightly, as if he was thinking: "Okay."
He emptied the water from his swimming goggles and put them on as he spoke: “There’s no kickboard right now, so some exercises are difficult. You can stay here and practice kicking while holding onto the shore.”
Pan Yue demonstrated the movements on the shore, and Zhu Shiyi, holding onto the shore, stretched out her legs and floated on the water. She tilted her head back and followed along.
"Don't let your waist sag," Pan Yue instructed, "Tighten your core muscles."
Zhu Shiyi responded and clenched his buttocks.
"The range of motion for kicking the legs should not be too large."
Zhu Shiyi listened to the advice and did as instructed.
“Okay,” Pan Yue nodded, “Press your body down and try to bury your head as low as possible.”
He took a deep breath, plunged into the water, and darted across the lane line to the next lane. His speed, determination, and decisiveness were like a carp leaping over the dragon gate.
"I'll make room for you," Pan Yue said. "Call me if you have any problems."
Zhu Shiyi chuckled dryly, "Okay."
How thoughtful! Haha! They're getting farther and farther away!
Please don't be so considerate.
Zhu Shiyi suddenly regretted it. She should have pretended not to know and let Pan Yue teach her more specifically.
Clinging to the pool wall and kicking his legs, Zhu Shiyi was utterly bored.
What physical contact? It's not even as good as climbing a hill. At least you can chat while climbing a hill. What's the difference between this and a lone swimmer?
"Extend your legs," Pan Yue said, offering a quick instruction.
Zhu Shiyi quickly straightened his legs.
Yes, there is a slight difference; there is an additional NPC who gives out quests.
Stealing glances, I watched Pan Yue swim back and forth, the water splashing and splashing.
Zhu Shiyi's heart grew colder and colder.
Swimming is probably the activity that most easily creates contact.
They managed to pull off something like this.
Clinging to the last shred of hope, Zhu Shiyi seized the opportunity to ask Pan Yue, "I feel like I've practiced enough. What's the next step?"
Pan Yue finally stopped swinging his arm and stood firm: "Let me see."
Zhu Shiyi buried his head and earnestly kicked his calves.
“Not yet,” Pan Yue frowned. “This leg kick won’t move the water. Remember, tighten your muscles and let your thighs drive your calves.”
Perhaps fearing she wouldn't understand, Pan Yue demonstrated it again.
“Slow down the frequency,” he straightened up and lowered his voice, “slow is fast.”
Pan Yue's words were quite meaningful.
Zhu Shiyi felt that she understood.
Whether it's breaststroke or freestyle, the principle is the same: pull the water and kick your legs to slow down the speed and make the movements more complete, so you can feel your body using the water to propel itself forward.
But that wasn't the point she wanted to make.
A sudden pang of sadness shot through Zhu Shiyi's nose. He buried his head in his hands, lowered his body, and let himself slump into the pool.
Two pearls quietly floated to the surface.
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