The next day, she woke up early after a nap, put on makeup, curled her hair, and put on clothes. When Zhu Jiang arrived at her house, she was fully armed.
Zhu Jiang stared blankly: "What time did you get up?"
Xiaomian picked up his sunglasses and put them on: "Five o'clock."
Zhu Jiangdu let out a long "Aiya"
When they arrived at the Endless Building, Qin Jing was already waiting for them.
Although Qin Jing looked youthful, he was well-dressed, with a neat shirt and trousers, and he seemed inexplicably calm. "The basic conditions are what we discussed on WeChat before. After you sign the contract, we will immediately sue to get your account back. The studio has already made arrangements."
Zhuomian went with a lawyer, but there was nothing interesting to read in the contract. She wondered if it was because Qin Jing had intervened and gave her a contract that was not enough for her status.
When they were signing the contract, a senior executive suddenly entered the conference room. After they finished signing, he spoke to Xiao Mian: "Xiao Zhou, I heard you are from National University?"
Zhumian was confused, but said politely, "Yes."
The senior executive smiled and said, "I also have a son who is studying at NUS, also in the journalism department, but..."
Xiaomian readily agreed: "You can just say it directly."
Mr. Chen was also a little embarrassed: "I changed his household registration to another place. He was admitted to NUS because his score was just above the first-tier line. Now he can't keep up with the progress of NUS."
I understand daytime sleep.
Most of the time in university, I rely on self-study. The academic pressure at NUS is particularly high. There are many things that teachers don’t even explain to students, assuming they already know them. If you don’t want to keep up, you have to study hard in private.
The admission scores for NUS are different in each province. Students who deliberately migrate to areas with lower admission scores through the college entrance examination and enter with lower scores can easily fall behind others.
Mr. Chen smiled and said, "I heard you wanted to be on the variety show 'Hostage Rescue'. There happens to be a spot available. I was wondering if you could help my son with his studies. If so, they'd like you to be a regular on the show."
Xiaomian smiled politely: "I will think about it carefully and give you an answer when I have considered it."
Mr. Chen even left his contact information for her.
When he was sleeping outside the building during the day, Zhu Jiang sighed: "I never thought that there are still tutoring courses needed in college, and I can actually earn a permanent residency."
Zhumian also felt a little refreshed: "Mr. Chen is also very straightforward. He directly offered me resources and asked me to teach his children. This is easy to accept. It's not some workplace PUA."
Zhu Jiang held an umbrella for her: "Where are we going next?"
Xiaomian put on his sunglasses and pushed the frames pretentiously: "Let's go to school. I'll go to the theater."
Zhu Jiang was puzzled: "So you love drama so much?"
Xiaomian pushed his sunglasses up on his head and said, "No, I've been very busy since I started college. I haven't had time to make friends and I don't live in the dorms. I haven't made any friends at all. The atmosphere in the drama club is great. The last time I felt like I was with so many friends was in high school. I felt it was easy to put myself in the group."
She was quite popular in high school, always with a large group of friends laughing and joking, and she was lively wherever she went. But after entering college, she only had an assistant following her.
She also wants to have friends to go to class, join clubs and play games with.
Zhu Jiang suddenly understood.
Yes, since she became an artist, she has had little time for herself.
When I went to the theater during a long weekend nap, there happened to be a performance going on. While everyone else was doing their own things backstage, the actors with roles were performing on stage in an orderly manner.
Zhuomian didn't expect that almost all the members of Venus were there. They even gave her a cup of milk tea bought by the vice-president, saying that they had lost the bet again and were trying to fleece the stingy person. Zhuomian couldn't help laughing.
Even though she didn't like Bobo milk tea, she still drank a few sips.
After a while, Shi Wangdu came. He was a little surprised to see Zhuo Mian.
He sat down next to Zhou Mian and looked up at Zhou Mian's reaction.
Seeing that there was no objection to taking a nap during the day, he couldn't help but feel a little happy.
Xiaomian just looked down at his phone: "My script."
Shi Wang took out her script, looked at her, and said in a gentle voice, "Your eyes seem a little different today?"
Zhu Mian raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were indifferent: "I'm wearing cosmetic contact lenses."
She stretched out her hand and said directly: "Script."
Shi Wang looked at her, trying to see the difference in her today.
In fact, the colored contact lenses she wears are so natural that you can't tell.
But her eyes are small and dark, with a rebellious and evil look. Even though her eyes are gentle crescent-shaped, when she smiles at people, there is a feeling of "Who do you think you are?"
After she put on the cosmetic contact lenses with a larger diameter, the arrogance in her eyes was covered up. They became black, shiny and well-behaved, like a docile rabbit, in line with the gentle smile of the crescent eyes. She no longer had that contradictory coldness, but inexplicably looked easy to get along with. Even if she didn't smile, one would feel that she was innocent and gentle with a smile on her face, and one had an inexplicable sense of trust in her.
He didn't know that Zhou Meng was doing this on purpose in order to gain trust by signing the contract.
But Shi Wang did not look away.
It was another different side of her, and he saw a little more of it.
It still looks good when it changes from being perverse to being well-behaved.
Shi Wang took out the script and said softly, "Here you go."
Zhumian took it and started to turn it over.
Shi Wang kept staring at her. He watched her reciting her lines, and he also watched her twirling a pen. When the pen flew off and fell to the ground, he picked it up and gave it to her faster than Shi Wang could move.
Zhuomian took it without even looking up.
Xiaomian whispered one of his lines: "Silver Lotus, come back."
Shi Wang couldn't help but continue: "My love, I surrender."
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