The teaching building, a secluded warehouse.
Su Yan unlocked the door with her key and came in, instructing, "Move all of these downstairs and put them in the van I mentioned earlier."
It wasn't that she intentionally wanted to keep Chu Yang, but rather that the photography equipment, such as cameras, tripods, tracks, and cranes, was quite heavy, so she needed a boy to help her.
Luo Du bent down and picked up a section of the camera crane, asking, "Teacher Su, is this for filming? Do we need it?"
“You guys have a long way to go. For now, focus on learning photography. You won’t learn videography and multimedia until your second year. These equipment are needed for school events,” Su Yan said.
Chu Yang also picked up a section of the crane arm and said with a smile, "Old Luo wouldn't be thinking of making some kind of short film, would he?"
Luo Du chuckled: "I just want to make a movie like Jet Li's 'Fist of Fury,' with all sorts of cool martial arts moves, how awesome would that be?"
“That’s not impossible. My camera has a video recording function. We can write a script and work on it ourselves when we have time,” Chu Yang said.
Then the two of them carried the crane out of the warehouse and walked downstairs.
"By the way, class monitor, the finals are the day after tomorrow, so please don't miss it," Luo Du added.
"Don't worry, we've come this far, one more game won't make a difference. Let's win the championship together." Chu Yang readily agreed.
"Haha, let's win the championship together!" Luo Du was very excited.
He knew that the reason they were able to reach the finals was because of Chu Yang, their strong teammate; otherwise, they might not have even made it to the quarterfinals.
Chu Yang's strength far surpassed theirs by several levels.
He can't dribble or shoot, but with his explosive physical abilities at the NCAA or even NBA level, he's practically a sitting duck on the college freshman court.
If he were to learn dribbling and shooting, he would be incredibly strong; it's unimaginable.
He might be able to play in the NBA alongside Yao Ming.
"Class monitor, have you ever considered joining the school team? I saw the school team coach on the sidelines during the last game, and he seemed to be paying close attention to you."
"I won't join. Although basketball is one of my hobbies, I only treat it as entertainment and don't want to invest too much time in it," Chu Yang said.
Luo Du thought about it and agreed. As far as he knew, Chu Yang was now the boss of a music company, the kind that could get Zhou Xianglun to work for him.
There are also bar owners, bubble tea shop owners, courier station owners... I heard they made a lot of money.
The more I think about it, the more terrifyingly powerful it seems.
So, if you have this kind of ability, why bother playing basketball?
Thinking of this, Luo Du felt both envy and admiration for Chu Yang from the bottom of his heart.
There wasn't much equipment, and the boys finished moving everything after two trips.
The van drove away, and seeing that Su Yan hadn't gotten out, Chu Yang told Luo Du and the others to go first.
After standing there for a while, he still hadn't seen anyone. He seemed to understand something, turned around, and went up the stairs.
Upon arriving at the warehouse, I pushed open the door and saw Su Yan leaning against the window, staring blankly out the window, seemingly lost in thought.
Strangely, the curtains were drawn, and she looked as if she were facing a wall.
He closed the door, thought for a moment, and then locked it again.
Then he walked behind her and put his arm around her slender waist.
Su Yanjiao stirred slightly.
"Why are you here?"
"I came up to see if there was anything I could help you with since you hadn't come downstairs."
"……there is none left."
"Are you sure?"
"..."
Su Yan hesitated, then slowly leaned against him.
Inside the warehouse, the light was dim, and sunlight from outside filtered through the gaps in the curtains, creating a striking interplay of light and shadow on the floor.
As the curtains sway, the lines of light constantly shift their positions.
...
The sun was setting.
Su Yan straightened her clothes and glanced at Chu Yang.
"I'll go down first, you can leave later."
As he spoke, his steps were slightly unsteady as he walked to the door and placed his hand on the doorknob.
"...There can't be a next time."
After saying that, he opened the door and left.
Chu Yang watched her figure disappear through the doorway.
"There will definitely be a next time, I'll bet a bread machine."
After waiting for a few minutes, he finally came out of the warehouse and went downstairs.
There was an unread text message on his phone from Shu'er, inviting him to have dinner together.
But an hour had passed, so he quickly called: "Shu'er, I was playing ball and didn't see the message. Have you eaten yet?"
"No, but it's so late, you must be tired after playing ball, so you don't need to come over. My roommate and I can just go eat together."
"Okay, I'll just grab something to eat. Oh, by the way, we're having a dorm party tomorrow night, Christmas Eve. You should come too, it's at Fantasy Bar."
"Oh, do Ji Mo and the others bring their girlfriends too?"
"Yes, otherwise I would have spent the night with you alone."
"Okay, I'll go then. See you tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, Chu Yang went to the cafeteria for dinner and then returned to his dormitory.
Ji Mo and the others haven't returned yet; the courier station is probably still busy.
As the end of the semester approaches, business is getting better and better.
With the opening of stations at the South Campus and affiliated colleges, and before all staff had been recruited and the situation was settled, the three of them often had to travel back and forth.
But the money they're making is increasing.
Making money is their biggest motivation, and the three of them are happy to do it.
Looking at the mountains of packages piling up every day, and the constant influx of cash, I feel that all the hardship and fatigue are worthwhile.
After taking a shower, Chu Yang turned on his laptop and played the official version of Fantasy Westward Journey for a while. He used the max-level account provided by the game to rampage around, stealing monsters and bullying other players.
It's caused a global uproar.
After getting bored with the game, Chu Yang quit and opened a webpage to check the latest news and developments of several major companies.
For example, due to the popularity of Fantasy Westward Journey, NetEase's stock price has recently soared from $12 per share to $25.
For example, by December, Tencent QQ had 250 million registered users and over 6 million concurrent users.
For example, Zhou Xianglun's album "Octave Space" sold over 2 million copies across Asia.
He checked Alibaba again, and all the related information was about its wholesale business. The development of Taobao.com was still kept under strict secrecy.
The same goes for Huawei's mobile phone project; nothing has been leaked yet, but this project is estimated to take a long time.
Chu Yang used Baidu Search, which has now completely replaced Baidu's original market share.
Its features and services, such as Baidu Tieba, Baidu Zhidao, and Baidu Baike, have left Baidu completely helpless, and even Google is finding it difficult to cope.
Footsteps sounded outside the dormitory, and Chu Yang knew that Ji Mo and the others had returned.
"Hey, the boss's here! No glue to play with tonight?"
"What are you saying? Aren't you tired of beating you every day? Even the donkeys in the production team aren't treated like this. The boss is a human being!"
"Oh, right, boss, someone was playing the violin downstairs in the girls' dormitory just now, making a romantic confession to Sister-in-law Xiaoli!"
"Um?"
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