Chapter 41 The last time I heard that sentence was the last time...
The entire production team of "Novoland: The Moon" has begun on-site training.
Although Director Dong is strict, he is a qualified and good socialist leader.
With a 9-to-6 work schedule, free room and board and training, and weekends off, he's practically everyone's dream boss.
Song Shiwei walked into the classroom carrying a cup of hot milk and half an ear of corn in her hand.
This morning, a history professor from a nearby university gave a lecture to everyone in order to help them gain a deeper understanding of their characters in the historical drama "Novoland: The Moon".
Song Shiwei chose the best spot, the place where the underachieving students gathered—the very back.
Things like classes and meetings are all being postponed by everyone without prior arrangement.
There were so many like-minded colleagues that when Song Shiwei arrived, the back of the room had already been taken by others.
Song Shiwei sighed regretfully. She shouldn't have lost such a good location just because she was greedy for that hot fried dough stick!
I had just sat down in the front when another person sat down next to me, bringing with them a sarcastic remark.
"Didn't you eat enough? Or was there not enough food in the cafeteria? Why are you taking some out?"
Song Shiwei turned her head to look at Chi Yanzhou, who was dressed in a well-fitting outfit, looking radiant as if he were going to attend Fashion Week.
In contrast, she herself was dressed simply and realistically in sweatpants and sportswear, and Song Shiwei took a big bite of the corn in her hand.
"What do you know? This is just a small favor for me!"
"Is this how you learned it? Is this how you use a simple favor? A scapegoat who slipped through the net of nine years of compulsory education!"
"It's just a small favor, a simple matter of me raising my hand."
Song Shiwei opened her eyes wide, held up the milk in her hand, and gestured to the other party to explain.
“........”
"Director Dong is really great. There aren't many people with such a conscience like him. China lacks such people's entrepreneurs. If Director Dong started a company, I would be willing to work with him until I die."
How many companies these days dare to guarantee weekends off, no overtime, and a cafeteria with a 9-to-5 workday?
"You're willing to pay out of your own pocket, but have you asked Director Dong for his opinion?"
"What else is there to complain about? There aren't many beautiful but useless people like me."
Song Shiwei munched on the half-eaten corn in her hand, looking quite proud.
Someone passing by accidentally bumped into Song Shiwei's arm, causing her fingers to loosen and the half-eaten corn in her hand to fall onto Chi Yanzhou's black pants. It then rolled to the ground, leaving a creamy-white stain and half a corn kernel on the pants.
Song Shiwei looked down at the corn on the ground, then looked up at Chi Yanzhou's face, and then looked down again.
"My corn!"
"You still care about your corn?! My pants!"
Chi Yanzhou ground his teeth menacingly, his face ashen, his eyes gleaming as if he wanted to kill.
"My pants can still be washed and worn, but my corn has been sitting for more than three seconds, so I can't eat it!" Song Shiwei said with great regret, as if she had lost five million.
"My pants are worth eight figures, and they weren't even made with the washing function in mind!"
Upon hearing the price, Song Shiwei swallowed carefully, afraid that the loud noise would frighten her, and bravely looked up at Chi Yanzhou.
"So what? Do you know what I dropped?!"
"???"
"This is one of the world's three major grain crops, a globally recognized golden food, containing a variety of nutrients needed by the human body. It was painstakingly cultivated by farmers over several months, then meticulously processed by chefs, and finally brought here by me personally!"
“..........”
Chi Yanzhou was speechless, but deep down he really wanted to strangle the serious-looking woman in front of him.
Song Shiwei offered a perfunctory consolation, "It's just pants. Out with the old, in with the new. Take it easy. I'm also heartbroken about the sacrificed corn, but I'm just pretending to be strong right now."
Song Shiwei pretended to wipe away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes. She had no choice; the price was too high, so she had to put on an act!
Chi Yanzhou took a deep breath and was just about to get up and go back to the hotel to change his clothes when his teacher walked in. The old professor frowned when he saw Chi Yanzhou standing up.
"Where are you going, student? Class is starting, sit down!"
“..........”
Song Shiwei "helpfully" opened Chi Yanzhou's notebook, saying, "Student, please sit down and start class. The teacher is here."
Chi Yanzhou gritted his teeth and sat down, glaring angrily at Song Shiwei, who was staring straight ahead. He crossed his arms on the table, looking like a serious schoolchild, but dared not look Song Shiwei in the eye.
The historical content was obscure and difficult to understand. Song Shiwei frowned the whole time as she listened to the old professor's mouth opening and closing as he spoke in classical Chinese phrases.
She bit the pen cap, scratched her head, and struggled to take notes.
"After studying a little bit, I feel that I have some unspeakable intellectual shortcomings."
Chi Yanzhou listened effortlessly from the side, his notes were neatly written, and he chuckled softly when he heard Song Shiwei's complaints.
If you're not good with your brain, you should recognize your own limitations.
"Not smart enough? That's hilarious. I don't even have a brain. If I did, it wouldn't cost this much." Song Shiwei fiddled with Chi Yanzhou's notebook, copying notes.
Song Shiwei kept her head down taking notes the whole time and didn't hear what the old professor was saying at all. She glanced at Chi Yanzhou next to her and raised his hand, and was still teasing him for being so conspicuous. But then she heard Chi Yanzhou's resounding voice.
"Professor, Song Shiwei has something to say about this matter."
Song Shiwei suddenly raised her head, looking at Chi Yanzhou in disbelief with an expression that said, "What nonsense are you spouting?"
The old professor seemed particularly pleased, smiling as he looked at Song Shiwei.
"Since Song Shiwei is being so proactive, then it's your turn to share your thoughts."
Song Shiwei calmly looked at the pile of incomprehensible classical Chinese text on the screen and spoke with great confidence.
"Since you've asked me to say a few words, then I'll say a few words. As for what exactly, I'll just say a few words. There's an old Chinese saying that goes something like this. This matter is a bit complicated. I'll make it short, but it's also a long story. That's the situation, but the specifics will depend on the circumstances."
“........”
The old professor listened to a piece of nonsensical literature with a detached and bewildered expression, then nodded cryptically.
"Okay, please sit down."
“What Song Shiwei said is very good. Listening to her words is like listening to a lecture.” Chi Yanzhou teased from the side.
"Who told you to raise your hand for me!"
Chi Yanzhou looked at Song Shiwei with a generous smile that could charm countless girls.
"It was just a small favor of mine, don't mention it."
“..........”
What a stingy, childish brat!
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