I exchanged my phone and took the wrong phone and did the right thing...
Unfortunately, the phone rang.
"Hello, Pinot?" Wen Zichuan glanced at the screen and answered the call.
"It's me, Teacher Wen," said Pinot.
"I heard you took leave to go back to your hometown. Are you flying tonight?"
"Well, I'm already waiting for my flight. Su Zhuo told me you were looking for some reliable lines and acting lessons, and I suddenly remembered that the Guohua Music Society is offering classes soon, so I called to let you know."
"What a coincidence! I just saw their course schedule."
"I asked around, and Mr. Mu Cen is the main instructor this time. He's very competent, experienced, and patient. If you're interested, you can give it a try. It's a good investment."
"Now that you say so, it must be very good. Thank you."
"What are you thanking me for? We're colleagues. Oops, time to board the plane. I'm going to hang up now."
"Goodbye, and have a safe trip."
Cheng Sizhou sat aside and pretended to pick his fingers, but he was actually listening attentively with his ears perked up. Although he could tell that they were talking about work, how could Zichuan be so gentle to someone other than himself!
One more person to hate list!
Shit, I don’t know her name!
Wen Zichuan put down his phone. The casting for "Xiao Chongshan" has been basically finalized, and recording will begin in two weeks. However, the villain role he plays will appear relatively late and will only have a few scenes in the third week.
The work arranged by the Second Voice only consisted of two live broadcasts, and he was not willing to participate. He applied to the company, hoping to find a better training course to practice. Mr. Jin agreed, but he had to pay for it himself.
Wen Zichuan turned around to look at Cheng Sizhou and thought he looked strange. "Did you just say something to me?"
"I..." In Cheng Sizhou's mind, two little men named "Can't Say" and "Say It Quickly" were fighting each other fiercely. "Can't Say" pressed "Say It Quickly" to the ground, and slapped it left and right, making its nose and face swollen.
He grabbed his phone and said in a panic, "I...I'm going to the bathroom!"
Wen Zichuan sat back on the sofa and smiled bitterly. As expected, he scared him away.
Are your own feelings really that scary?
In the bathroom, Cheng Sizhou sat on the toilet, turned on his mobile phone, and swiped the page unconsciously.
When people are most nervous, swiping is just a habit. In fact, the eyes are not looking and the brain is not receiving information.
Do you want to say it?
How to say it?
What if I said something wrong?
Can you please stop talking?
Will he be angry if I avoid him?
How to comfort someone when he is angry?
Wait, what is this?
Whose phone is this?
Ahhhh?
Cheng Sizhou roared inwardly, slamming his elbow into the flush valve. The sudden sound of water swirled not only under his butt but also in his mind - what kind of idiot would pick up the wrong phone at a time like this! !
"wrong……"
He swore to God that he had no intention of prying into Wen Zichuan's personal privacy, but after a quick look, he found that the page that opened was a long picture, which seemed to be the class opening information and student recruitment introduction of a dubbing studio.
He closed the long picture and returned to the chat box. The person who was talking to Wen Zichuan was marked as "Guo Hua Yin Society". Guo Hua Yin Society told Wen Zichuan that the registration for students would end at 12 o'clock tonight, and Wen Zichuan asked if he could be given another week to raise the registration fee.
Cheng Sizhou went back and took a closer look. The 15-day training camp included food and accommodation, and the registration fee was 50,000 yuan.
Guohuayin Society: Sorry, registration ends tonight and we will officially start classes next week.
Wen Zichuan: Can I go there to pay the fee next week?
The conversation stopped here and the other party did not respond.
Someone's brain, which had been washed away by the flood, gradually recovered and began to work. His mind raced as he remembered that Zhou Yitang used to be afraid that Sister Chen would check his phone, so every time he finished chatting with his classmates about little secrets, he would simply delete the records.
"Hello, teacher. I have already raised the registration fee. It will be transferred to the ICBC account of a person named Cheng Sizhou later. Please check it. Thank you."
Two minutes later, the other party slowly replied "OK".
Long press the chat history to delete it.
Cheng Sizhou's legs were numb from squatting, and he limped back to the living room. He looked strange enough, but he didn't expect Wen Zichuan's expression to be even more difficult to describe in words.
"Hey, didn't I just take the wrong phone? I'll give it back to you." Cheng Sizhou pretended to be relaxed.
"I'll return what's yours to you." Wen Zichuan smiled and fell silent again.
Only at weddings do the bride and groom exchange rings. But for modern people, exchanging cell phones is undoubtedly more honest and intimate than exchanging rings, and is more worthy of the phrase "everlasting love."
When Cheng Sizhou got his phone back, he remembered that what he had just shared was a funny video on Weibo. As long as he clicked on his personal information in the lower right corner, the first column would show his nickname - Zi Yue.
"You got it," he said.
"I understand." Wen Zichuan said.
God knows how many loving words Cheng Sizhou has said to his idol Teacher Wen under the guise of "Confucius said". The difference between his straightforwardness on the Internet and his timidity in front of him is so great that imagination cannot fill the gap.
"I'm a little sleepy. I'm going back to sleep first." Wen Zichuan curled the corners of his lips.
"Zichuan!" Cheng Sizhou wanted to say something, but when he saw his lonely look, he swallowed back those broken, incoherent sentences. "Well, good night."
"Well, good night."
Wen Zichuan returned to the bedroom, turned on the desk lamp, took out a page from his notebook and began to write.
"Brother Zhou, you should have noticed that I'm going to the capital to attend a training course. Let's both calm down during our time apart. If you still haven't made up your mind after I come back, I respect you and won't do anything to embarrass you again." He paused and continued writing, "You're very good, it's my fault. I'm sorry, and thank you."
The next morning, Wen Zichuan got up very early. When he went out, Cheng Sizhou was probably still asleep.
He originally wanted to put the note in a conspicuous place on the coffee table, but in the end he was afraid that he wouldn't see it, so he quietly slipped it into his bedroom through the crack of the door.
But, where can I borrow 50,000 yuan?
Wen Zichuan thought of his mother first, but his family’s situation was probably not much better than his own, and his mother couldn’t come up with so much money in one go.
Otherwise, I could ask Mr. Jin to give me a two-month salary advance to see if it's feasible. If there's still something missing, why not borrow from a colleague? But it's so embarrassing, having only been working for a month and having to ask others for money.
It was almost nine o'clock and he had just walked into the Second Sound headquarters when he received a call from an unfamiliar number.
"Hello." Wen Zichuan maintained common courtesy.
"Zichuan, it's me." The man opposite had a gentle and polite voice.
"Teacher Mu Cen?" Recommended by Pinault, Wen Zichuan has recently listened to a lot of Mu Cen's works and is very familiar with his voice.
"Zichuan, regarding our Guohuayin Society's training class... I'm so sorry. Children don't know how to be flexible. If I had known you wanted to sign up, I could have let you attend as a specially invited student, and you wouldn't have to pay the tuition."
As Pinault said, Mu Cen is a highly respected artist in the circle. He spoke in a simple and approachable manner, but Wen Zichuan also heard another meaning - his registration fee has been paid.
Besides himself and Pinault, who else knew that he was going to enroll in the Chinese Music Society?
The answer is obvious.
"Teacher Mu Cen, I signed up for the training class to learn something. If I don't pay the tuition, it will not be fair to other students." Wen Zichuan knew after a little thought that if the news that he signed up for the class but did not pay the tuition got out, those who had previously slandered and defamed him on the Internet would have new evidence.
Mu Cen pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "How about this? We can select some gifts of equal value and give them out as course rewards after the class starts. I know your abilities, and I hope you can perform better in class."
"Okay, thank you, Teacher Mu Cen."
"You're welcome. See you next week."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Zichuan breathed a sigh of relief. He had not yet collected enough money before the registration deadline and thought he would miss this opportunity.
A full fifty thousand yuan.
He could almost imagine that when he slowly scraped together the money and was about to return it to Cheng Sizhou, he would say nonchalantly, "Hey, it's nothing. I'm happy to do it, isn't it? You're a grown man, don't bother with such a small sum. We already live together, so don't reject my kindness."
Whenever this happened, Wen Zichuan felt that there was a huge gap between him and Cheng Sizhou, and even if he used a bamboo pole to jump, it seemed that he could not jump over it.
Cheng Sizhou sneezed as soon as he entered the corner door, and couldn't help but wonder who was whispering about him behind his back.
Today, the Science and Technology Protection Center notified him of another meeting. He didn't sleep well and his eyelids were twitching. He was afraid of running into his master and being called to stand under the tree to behave himself.
"Hello, senior brother." He didn't dare to enter the office rashly, so he called Yu Ming first.
"What's wrong?" Yu Ming glanced at the time. "It's time for work. If you can't come, we can talk later."
"Is Master coming today?"
"He's not coming."
"Oh, I'll be in the office right away."
"Cheng Sizhou," Yu Ming suddenly called him by his full name, his tone unusually cold and hard, "Have you been having some relationship problems lately?"
“…” There was silence on the other end of the phone.
Yu Ming didn't hear anything, so he took it as his tacit agreement: "You and Xu Yang, are you together?"
Cheng Sizhou opened his mouth: "Ah...?"
Wow, this is the third one. What? Do he and Xu Yang look so compatible?
"Ah, what? Yes, yes, no, no."
"I...you..." Cheng Sizhou didn't intend to reveal his sexual orientation to him. Otherwise, it would be terrifying for a straight man to work with a gay every day. "No, really not."
Yu Ming also fell silent.
In silence, they both thought of Xu Yang's circle of friends. She said that she received flowers for the first time in her life.
He didn't doubt Yu Ming about such a romantic thing, but unexpectedly, Yu Ming doubted him.
Cheng almost laughed out loud. Do you understand what it means to "torture your wife for a while, but chase her until she's a funeral"? "Brother Yu, Brother Yu, you've come to this day too!"
Yu Ming's face darkened, and he immediately changed the subject: "I have another matter. My superiors have assigned me a task, a five-day business trip to the capital to attend a new concept exchange meeting on ceramic restoration. Are you going or should I go?"
"where?!"
"The Imperial Capital."
“I’ll go!”
Yu Ming didn't expect that he would be so proactive. Does that mean he really follows the rules if he follows the rules?
"Buy the ticket yourself and get reimbursed when you come back."
"Okay! Thank you so much for this great opportunity..." Cheng Sizhou forced himself to hold back the words "eight generations of ancestors".
My senior brother is a good senior brother, so we should not criticize him too much. Isn’t it his responsibility to take care of the work that was delayed during my business trip?
As a human being, you should have a conscience.
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