Qiu Qiu is a person who has a lot of time planning, especially at the important moment of the end of the semester, he has made a schedule in advance. From when he opened his eyes at eight in the morning to when he fell asleep at eleven in the evening, he clearly divided it. He was bound to spend the time other than cooking, cleaning the room, and singing songs on hard study.
Originally, Fu Ruien wanted to hire someone to do chores, but Qiu Qiu felt that he was really sorry that he lived in such a luxurious house without paying a penny for accommodation, so he rushed to do those housework. In fact, the amount of housework is not large. After all, high-rise residences don't need to mop the floor every day, and Fu Ruien doesn't have time to eat at home every day. Qiu Qiu can spend more than an hour a day, and it's right to exercise his body.
Moreover, he has a slender waist and long legs, and a plain apron is pinched on his small waist. He runs around with a mop and wipes there, which is really pleasing to the eye. Every morning when Fu Ruien was sitting at the dining table enjoying breakfast, he looked at Qiu Qiu's busy figure. He felt that he had raised a warm-hearted eldest son, and felt that he had raised a caring little daughter-in-law.
The fourth male dormitory building of the school was in disarray, and for Qiu Qiu, it was just another place to study. He can buy textbooks again, he has photocopies of notebooks, and the new computer his godfather bought for him is fast and thin... He is not affected by the outside world at all, and completes his review schedule step by step.
In this way, when other students finally settled down and prepared to write their final papers, Qiu Qiu had already revised the two final papers three times.
On this day, he went to school to hand in his thesis and return the books in the library by the way.
After finishing these trivial matters, he did a few laps on the spot before hesitatingly walking towards the vice president's office.
The deputy dean, Professor Wang, is an old friend of his father. The two were roommates back then, and they were called a great talent. Thirty years have passed in a flash, and the two of them are standing together now, they are no longer A big talent, but A big fat man.
Because of their close relationship, Qiu Qiu played in front of Professor Wang since he was a child, and now the two have become teachers and students. Qiu Qiu loses face, so he is embarrassed to call him Uncle Wang, but every time he meets him, he calls him teacher.
Professor Wang taught them a professional course this semester, 4 credits, and the failure rate was extremely high, and many seniors who were under pressure were crying. When Qiu Qiu was reviewing, he encountered many problems and wrote a whole sheet of paper. Today, he asked Professor Wang to answer the questions with the cheek.
Professor Wang glanced at the list of questions he had written, put it aside casually, took a sip of water to moisten his throat, and then asked: "These questions are good, but this weekend is the question-and-answer class this weekend, why do you want to block the door today?" coming?"
Qiu Qiu felt embarrassed, so he said softly after a while: "I want to ask for leave for this weekend's Q&A class... I have something to do, please don't tell my parents."
"Dating?"
"No, no, it's my singing competition...rehearsal." He felt his face was hot when he spoke, but he was not good at lying, so he could only tell the truth.
After he finished speaking, he regretted it. He also plans to apply for Professor Wang's postgraduate. If the professor thinks he is a student who is not doing his job properly, what will he do if he is not wanted.
He was ready to be scolded, but he didn't expect that his neck was half retracted, Professor Wang agreed cheerfully: "Go, no need to ask for leave. The question-and-answer class was originally for everyone to come as needed. The rehearsal over there is also a matter of business, you should sing well, and if you need to canvass votes, let Lao Shang tell us."
"… "Huh? So easy to talk to
Qiu Qiu's stunned expression gave away his thoughts, his eyes were wide open, and his contact lenses were about to fall out of their frames.
Seeing him in a daze, Professor Wang suggested a few words to him: "You are good at everything, but sometimes you are 'out' than someone in my fifties. If you want to study, I will definitely support it. But if you want to go in other directions, there's nothing wrong with that."
Professor Wang said: "I was still reading newspapers just now, and now there are a lot of data to prove that the gap between what you do in undergraduate studies and what you will do in the future is getting bigger and bigger. And now it is different from us back then. College students at that time, after graduation, they are like It is very good for me to be a teacher like this, and it is also very good to enter a publishing house like your father. But now you have more and more choices. The students I led in the last class included five Internet writers, three WeChat Blog Internet celebrity, and a boy became the anchor."
"Game anchor?"
"No, beauty anchor."
"...???"
Professor Wang said bitterly, "You are too narrow-minded. Your brother is a beauty blogger, not a beauty blogger."
Qiu Qiu was pitifully scolded, so he quickly responded.
Professor Wang said again: "Forty-year-olds still have the heart to pursue their dreams. You are only twenty-one years old. It's good to try different paths. You have been too honest since you were a child, and you are a little less boyish. "Crazy" and "Amazing", now I finally have something I like, so go for it. If you really become a star, your dad will have something to brag about at the class reunion. It doesn't matter if you can't, you You are smart and calm, I will always recognize you as a student."
Qiu Qiu didn't know how to describe his feelings at this time. Professor Wang's words were like a torrent, packed with courage and strength, rushing into his heart, causing waves of turmoil.
He has been following in the footsteps of his parents since he was a child. He doesn't think there is anything wrong with the road ahead, and he doesn't have any lofty ideals... He doesn't want to deny the smooth life before, but he must admit that there are indeed few in his story. Some stimuli, some twists and turns, and some "outside" things.
He should have tried to spread his wings and try to fly in a new direction.
After all, everyone's road is down step by step. Fu Ruien once told him about the difficulties of starting a business. At that time, he also faced an unknown ocean and didn't know where to sail, but now he has broken out of his own world.
And... Godfather has already invested 30 million yuan in order to let him participate in this show. If he still has the mentality of participating casually, isn't it a waste of godfather's painstaking efforts
Qiu Qiu finally figured everything out. Originally, when he participated in the draft, he was pushed behind him, taking every step, hesitating, and he didn't know how to choose between study and interest. In fact, he likes to sing so much, there is no need to feel ashamed or forced.
Of course, adjusting his mentality to face the draft does not mean that he has to give up his studies. He finished all the courses of his senior year ahead of schedule this semester, and now he has to prepare for the exam with peace of mind, and after the end, seriously prepare for the next regional finals.
When the godfather comes to watch the game, he must perform well and let Fu Ruien know that his sugar son is enough to be his pride.
When he successfully advances, Fu Ruien sitting in the audience will definitely feel honored, right? Thinking of this, Qiu Qiu smiled shyly and expectantly.
After that, the master and apprentice discussed in detail according to the question list written by Qiu Qiu. Qiu Qiu took three pages of notes, and he was practical and hardworking, not impetuous at all. He has always been calm, even if he has made up his mind to enter the entertainment industry, he will never be distracted when it is time to study.
Among the children who were watched by the professors, Professor Wang liked him the most. He felt that there were not many young people like him who were so steadfast and focused on the immediate affairs, just like Lao Qiu. When Qiu Qiu was born, Lao Qiu won the first prize in the lottery. He continued to work and compile dictionaries without blinking his eyes. It never affected his life. If this kid really enters the entertainment circle in the future, it must be an extraordinary mudslide.
Professor Wang couldn't hold back, and reached out to touch Qiu Qiu's furry head. Not to mention, it really looked like a lamb, and it felt good.
... Qiu Qiu will be a big star in the future, but don't be bald like Lao Qiu.
Before Qiu Qiu took his schoolbag and left, Professor Wang stopped him.
"What else is there, teacher?"
"By the way, Qiuqiu, let me give you a letter—all the uncles and aunts you know are betting that among you group of 'second-generation students', who can be the first to have Baidu Encyclopedia."
"...???"
"Qiuqiu, Principal Zhang, Dean Huang, Director Li, and Professor Yang and I are all waiting for you to become a big star 0w