Chapter 43
The misunderstanding was finally resolved. After a good night's sleep, Ranlong's brain sorted things out for her and said, "What are you thinking about and worrying about all day long?"
After all, that was Qiu An. No matter how outrageous she was, she wouldn't do anything worthy of a police report. If she truly was a paranoid, love-obsessed person, with her scheming and tactics, Yuan Chengyin should have been locked up at home long ago. How could she be so out in the open and fall in love with someone else?
They get up early to put on makeup, and their charm and maturity have reached the youthful stage. From today until a long time from now, they will have to wear school uniforms.
The makeup artist helped Ranlong clean her face, sprayed some toner on it, and looked her up and down. "You are young, and your face looks youthful. You don't need to put on any makeup, you can go into the makeup directly."
Ranlong asked her in a frivolous tone, "Will it take some effort to get to Qiu An?"
Naturally, the makeup artist didn't have the courage to answer this question. She only swore in her heart that she would never praise Ranlong again.
When they met at school, Ranlong saw that Qiu An had a loose low ponytail that was draped over her shoulders, neither loose nor loose. She looked like a little bully in middle school, or a girl who pretended to be mature and loved to wear makeup.
Qiu An was wearing a white school uniform and dark blue knee-length shorts. He was just the right height. When he stood in front of Ran Long, he looked as pretty as a lotus flower emerging from the water, and even a little younger than her.
wrong!
Ranlong rushed to the staff and grabbed her makeup artist: "Didn't you do my makeup properly? Why do you look older than Qiu An?"
The makeup artist whispered to her, "Teacher Qiu An didn't put on much makeup. It might be a foundation problem."
The infuriating Sister Hou chimed in: "That's right! You too, Ranlong. Don't rely on your youth to stay up late in front of the computer every day. It's really damaging to your skin!"
Before Ranlong could get angry, he heard Yuan Chengyin telling the actors to take their places. Ranlong could only give a fierce look that said "don't leave after school" and prepared to leave in a huff.
The directors had chosen a local Children's Palace as their venue, but it wasn't as popular as they had hoped. Since it wasn't a weekend, the school was even sparsely populated. The arrival of Yuan Chengyin's crew actually added a lot of interest.
This Children's Palace was renovated from the old campus of a local school. The classrooms are small, and the desks and chairs are filled with an old-fashioned feel. The desks are made of primitive wood, covered in graffiti and scratches like "xx loves xx" and "xx loves to eat farts," while the stools are long benches that can fit two people to a side.
Qiu An had already been sitting at the end of the aisle. When she saw Ran approaching, she stood up and made way for her.
The seat of the stool was uneven and had cracks from age. Ran Long saw it and was just wondering if it would pinch his butt when Qiu An sat back down on it.
Ranlong was wearing the same school uniform as her, completely naked from the knees to the calves. The space between the desks and chairs was narrow, and with Qiu An's movement, their calves pressed together, rubbing against each other.
Ranlong looked at Qiu An, but she acted as if nothing had happened.
Yes, why would she be so stressed? It would be abnormal for same-sex people to have a reaction with just a little skin contact.
Yuan Chengyin was giving a speech to the photographers and the group, which had nothing to do with Ranlong, so she naturally didn't want to listen.
I don't know why, but my eyes always drift towards Qiu An unconsciously.
When she was in school, the school uniforms she received were always white.
White is very versatile and can make students look clean and energetic; but white also has its disadvantages as it always lets light through.
Ranlong was tall and sat in the back row. When she was little, she hated wearing school uniforms because in the summer, once she started sweating, she could clearly see what kind of vests every girl was wearing.
But she was young and hot-tempered, and every time she went to gym class, her clothes would get soaked. She also had no place to change. The public middle school she attended had mediocre facilities, and the toilets only reached to the waist. Even changing her sanitary napkin would make her blush, let alone change clothes.
Ranlong was still thin-skinned at that time, and adolescents are too sensitive to changes in their bodies. Shame took over, and in the end, he could only wear a long-sleeved school uniform in the middle of summer, which was extremely uncomfortable.
Ranlong suddenly thought that Qiu An dropped out of high school before finishing her studies, but even so, she must have gone through such a youthful and awkward period.
I really want to know how Qiu An handled this situation back then. Would she have covered it up with long sleeves? Or would she have remained calm and unfazed, facing the unfriendly gaze with a cold face?
When he peeked at Qiu An again, Ran Long found that Qiu An was tugging at his collar uncomfortably. This was the third time.
Ranlong asked her, "Does the collar hurt you?"
"Yeah. A little itchy. Not quite used to it."
"Aren't all school uniform collars like this? They're a little scratchy when you first wear them, but once your skin gets used to it and you wash it a few times, it softens."
"Is that so?" Qiu An responded indifferently.
Ranlong was puzzled: "Why, don't you wear school uniform?"
"No." Qiu An's eyes were a little evasive. "Where we are, some families don't have the money to buy an extra piece of clothing."
After hearing this, Ranlong opened his mouth but was speechless.
She didn't say that no one buys just one school uniform. You need at least two, to keep them in stock.
She knew that Qiu An's family was poor when she was a child, but she didn't expect it to be this bad.
When they first met, Qiu An was too poor to buy another down jacket, and she didn't find it strange. After all, down jackets are so thick and they are not cheap.
But school uniforms are just two thin pieces of cloth.
"Don't worry, my family is not that poor." As if seeing Ranlong's worry, Qiu An added this sentence.
This seemed to be the first time Ranlong heard Qiu An mention his family.
But Ranlong didn't feel any better after hearing her addition.
Ranlong attended Beiji High School. Even the poorest child in his class, even if he needed a subsidy, wasn't so poor he couldn't afford a uniform. After all, the original purpose of school uniforms was to pursue equality, to create a false paradise without the disparity between rich and poor.
But some people don't have money to buy school uniforms.
Qiu An only told the outside world that he came from a small town. There were many speculations on the Internet, but the statements were inconsistent and it was difficult to tell whether they were true or false.
Some people said she had escaped from a poor and remote place, but Ranlong didn't believe it. She didn't believe that such a place could produce someone as gentle, well-educated, and elegant as Qiu An.
But Qiu An seemed to have this hidden meaning in his words.
Qiu An stopped talking and didn't intend to continue, and Ran Long didn't ask any further questions.
She turned her head and looked out the window. The teaching building was adjacent to the school. Beneath the lush green trees, a row of dilapidated low buildings were scattered. The walls were yellowed and blackened from years of disrepair, and the thin steel exterior staircase was rickety.
Many balconies are filled with clothes that have been washed white and soft, and many families still live there.
The old campus was moved, the Children's Palace was not built, and the nearby houses were depreciated a lot.
But as long as the house stands, there will always be people living in it.
The middle school she attended previously had shabby toilets but the classrooms were user-friendly, with wall-mounted air conditioners at the front and back. But here, there was only the fan creaking overhead, making a lot of noise but still not enough to keep her cool.
I don’t know if there was a fan when Qiu An was in middle school.
Seeing that she was in a low mood, Qiu An suddenly asked her, "Do you know how much the skirt you soiled last time was worth?"
Ranlong shook his head. "I don't know. Tens of thousands of yuan? What do you mean? Now you want me to pay you back?"
"No, it's very cheap, only twelve thousand."
"Oh, then I can still afford it."
"You don't have to pay me. The brand didn't charge me any money. Instead, they skipped the long probation period and directly invited me to sign an endorsement contract."
"Huh? Why?"
"Because of the trending search the next day about your intimate photos of me and you, not only did they sign me immediately, but their endorsement fee also went up significantly. It's a one-year contract, nearly eight figures."
"Oh my god, is that trending search so valuable?"
Qiu An smiled and nodded. "So, do you still regret that I haven't worn this uncomfortable school uniform? Besides, I'm wearing it now, and my face hasn't aged yet, so it's not too late."
"Hmph." Ran Long said proudly, "You are so narcissistic. I don't feel sorry for you."
"That's good."
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During lunch break, the classroom was languid and languid. Shen Zixin was slumped over her desk, secretly reading a romance novel tucked into the underside of the desk. Yu Youxuan stared at her ankle, which was resting on the desk leg, meticulously copying it.
During this shot, Qiu An left his seat to make room for the camera, while Yuan Chengyin personally carried the camera, the lens almost touching Ranlong's feet.
The camera moved up little by little, from the ankle to the calf, and then continued to move up to the junction of the bottom edge of the school pants and the skin, taking pictures again and again.
The fan was noisy and the sound couldn't be picked up in the classroom; the camera couldn't capture it, but Ran Long's upper body was free.
Ranlong looked at Yuan Chengyin speechlessly, crouching down and looking like he was enjoying himself. She couldn't help but complain, "Director, your filthy straight man vibe is getting to me."
"What does it have to do with me? It was Yu Youxuan who saw it."
“…”
After taking pictures of her calves, Yuan Chengyin wanted to take pictures of her sweat-soaked armpits.
There was some sweat under Ran Long's armpits, but not that much, so Yuan Chengyin asked someone to bring a basin of water and let him soak it in the water.
To create a good shot for Yuan Chengyin, Ranlong's shoulders remained twisted until the end. Her arms felt a little sore, so she rolled them around and casually reached into her collar to adjust the straps.
As luck would have it, Yuan Chengyin saw it.
"That's a good move. Do it again while you're sitting and I'll film it. After you're done pulling, the collar buttons will come undone and the shoulder straps will be sticking out."
"...Are you really not considering making an adult film? I heard it makes money pretty quickly."
"Heh, how can you make as much money as filming you and Qiu An doing lesbian sex?"
“…”
Ranlong obediently sat back on the bench, and reached out to pull the shoulder strap as Yuan Chengyin requested. When she withdrew her hand, she naturally unbuttoned the button next to her collarbone.
"Ka. Shen Zixin, don't blush. Don't you know that Yu Youxuan is looking at you at this time."
"Am I blushing?"
"Like a monkey's butt."
Ranlong blew in front of the fan, and the redness on her face slowly faded. She sat back on the stool again, and when she reached for the shoulder strap, her hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.
"What's wrong?" Yuan Chengyin asked her.
"Uh..." Ranlong scratched his head, "Then can you let Yu Youxuan go out first? I can see her out of the corner of my eye."
"Then Yu Youxuan should stand at the back." Yuan Chengyin said to Qiu An.
Qiu An stood at the back blackboard, a place that he could not see no matter how wide he opened his eyes.
But Ranlong still hesitated and didn't want to take the photo. He turned around and looked at Qiu An behind him many times.
Ranlong was annoyed that she shouldn't have added "I saw her out of the corner of my eye".
Regardless of whether she could see it or not, she felt uncomfortable just knowing that Qiu An was staring at her.
But with so many people here, why did Qiu An's gaze make her feel uncomfortable?
"I'll go out for a while." Fortunately, Qiu An was understanding and understood the embarrassment in Ranlong's eyes.
Ranlong's peripheral vision was quite powerful. She caught a glimpse of Qiu An smiling, a very bright smile, exactly the same as the one she had when she came out of Yuan Chengyin's room last night.
It's creepy.
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