"The more corny the better." Guan Jibai doesn't care!
Being kind to your enemies means being cruel to yourself.
She had to subdue Cai Fangqin the first time, so that she would hide away from her and her mother in the future and never dare to do anything naughty again. If she didn't eliminate this troublesome situation, who knew if she would secretly plot against others.
"Then add a little more, like, I like the way you look under me?"
Guan Jibai gave a thumbs up, "Great! Shanshan, this is my first time meeting you."
"Haha! Same here, I learned this from you."
“Learn from each other.”
Cai Fangqin, lying on the ground, was terrified to death.
"Okay! I'll do it." For some reason, Wu Chunfang was not afraid at this moment. She took the paper cutter handed to her by Guan Jibai with a very steady hand.
Half an hour later, Niu Shanshan and Guan Jibai left together and returned to the recording studio of Group 3 to continue their work. Dong Xiaoming was responsible for cleaning up the mess. In the spirit of doing good things to the end, he ignored Cai Fangqin's objections and personally sent her home.
Dong Xiaoming was afraid that Xiaobai might kill someone, so he sent her back personally.
But Cai Fangqin didn't think so. She thought that little witch Guan Jibai wanted to continue threatening her, and knowing her home address would make it easier for her to continue threatening her. So she was even more scared. She couldn't even call the police, let alone tell anyone.
Others won’t believe it and will only think of dirty things.
What's even more troublesome is that not only can she not explain it to her husband, she also can't explain it properly to her ex-lover.
Neither my husband nor my ex-lover is called He Quan!
From now on, she would never dare to offend that little witch, not only did she not dare to offend her, but she also hated Hu Meizhen for taking advantage of her.
***
It was already dark when Dong Xiaoming returned from his visit, but the art courtyard was still brightly lit. Because they were preparing for the Spring Festival Gala, Guan Wanwan and Guo Fengjun, the two main characters, had taken up an entire floor for overtime rehearsals.
Guo Fengjun is singing, which is not difficult. The main highlight is Guo Fengjun's singing voice.
But Guan Wanwan's dance is different. "Flying" is a difficult dance in itself, especially its ethereal movements, which make people question the existence of gravity. It is so difficult that no one else can perform the main dance part, only Guan Wanwan can do it.
This is also the reason why everyone is convinced and changes their opinion of her.
He is really capable, who wouldn’t respect a capable person!
So these days, almost the entire chorus is busy with these two groups, and no one has the energy to intrigue against each other.
However, since others were busy, Guan Jibai had time to develop a side business. He pulled Niu Shanshan and Dong Xiaoming together and took over Cao Jialin's recording studio while he was on leave.
"One, two, three, ten, twenty, thirty, one hundred, two hundred..." Guan Jibai placed the sorted tapes into cardboard boxes, with exactly two hundred in each box. When a box was full, he would put more in and continue changing.
I was busy until my back and waist ached before I finally finished it.
"Xiaobai, stop busying yourself. Would you like some soda?" Niu Shanshan ran to the canteen in the art compound during her busy schedule and bought a few bottles of soda.
"It's so cold, I won't drink." Guan Jibai shook his head. "Do you have beer?"
"..." Niu Shanshan was speechless, "The soda is cold, but the beer isn't?"
"Let's celebrate!" Guan Jibai narrowed his eyes and looked at the cardboard box on the ground as if he were looking at his first love.
"There were three boxes of 600 tapes in total, and at an average of three yuan each, two boxes at five yuan each made up one thousand five hundred yuan. After deducting the cost of three hundred and twenty-five yuan, there was still one thousand one hundred and seventy-five yuan left. We divided it equally among the three of us, each getting three hundred and ninety yuan. There was a little change left, which we kept for water."
Guan Jibai is like a little money-grubber, calculating the accounts clearly.
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