Zhou Yanqing likes Song Yu, this is something that several college roommates know, the dormitory boss Peng Bingbing also spent a lot of money to find a signed poster of Song Yu, and gave it to Zhou Yanqing as a birthday present. But he doesn't have any crazy star-chasing behaviors on weekdays, he just watches Song Yu's past film and television works repeatedly in the dormitory.
Therefore, Jiang Cheng was very puzzled about Zhou Yanqing's application for the job as a work assistant in Song Yu's studio. He pressed Zhou Yanqing lightly on the stool, with a firm expression that I won't let you go unless you explain clearly.
Zhou Yanqing smiled helplessly, this scene also appeared in the previous life. At that time, Zhou Yanqing was very moved when he saw the recruitment information of Song Yu's studio on the Internet, so he discussed the matter with Jiang Cheng. At that time, they had the same standpoint and would not joke about their future for an actor they liked.
But today is different, Zhou Yanqing can't explain the reason why he wants to do this with the truth, so he has to lie and give examples of the reasons why he wants to apply for this position. It's nothing more than that I want to stay on the set for a long time through Song Yu's relationship, and feel the filming atmosphere of film and television dramas to inspire writing inspiration and so on.
Jiang Cheng was finally convinced. After all, he was worried about Zhou Yanqing's future, but he also respected Zhou Yanqing's own choice.
After washing up, Zhou Yanqing found a small bread to satisfy his hunger and hurried out of school.
He first went to the bank's ATM to withdraw money. Looking at the available balance of 4482.12 displayed on the screen, Zhou Yan sighed lightly and took out 4400 yuan and then withdrew the card.
After hesitating for a while, he took another card from his wallet and inserted it into the ATM. The balance in this card was 75,000 yuan after deducting the interest.
The money in this card is the student donation that Zhou Yanqing received from a caring person in her sophomore year of high school. When I was in high school, I received a transfer of 10,000 yuan a year, and it became 25,000 yuan when I entered university. The money is his tuition fee, which will be transferred to his bank card one month before the start of school every year. It has been more than a month since the start of the senior year this year, and he has not received the tuition fee for this school year.
After college, Zhou Yanqing started to work part-time to make money. He had a scholarship and applied for a student loan, so he no longer used the money in this card to pay tuition.
He casually checked the storage records of this card. After entering university, there was only one withdrawal record except today. In the second semester of his sophomore year, he withdrew 20,000 yuan from this card. At that time, his grandfather was seriously ill and needed 20,000 yuan for emergency. The 20,000 yuan failed to save his grandfather's life, and Zhou Yanqing also saved the 20,000 yuan through a part-time job.
For several years, the money was not his coffers, but his beliefs that sustained him as he walked alone.
Gathering his thoughts, Zhou Yan easily took 10,000 yuan. In the previous life, the money had not been touched until he was hit by a car. Now he had to withdraw some for emergency. He already had a plan in mind, and deposited the money as soon as he earned it.
After withdrawing the money, Zhou Yanqing immediately went to buy a relatively high-end smartphone, and he could no longer use that second-hand mobile phone that was so stuck that it made people lose their temper. Then he went to the mall to buy a suit with a relatively moderate price, and finally went to the barber shop for a haircut. Zhou Yanqing planned to buy a laptop with the remaining money, which he would use in the future.
After finishing all this, it was already noon, Zhou Yanqing took photos of the huge window in the mall, and was quite satisfied with his image, before walking out of the mall.
Although it is already October, the summer in the south is not over yet. In order to keep the freshness and pleasantness on her body, Zhou Yanqing chose to take a taxi in a rare luxury.
The office of Song Yu's studio is on the 23rd floor of the Twin Towers in the city center, and Zhou Yanqing arrived half an hour earlier. He gently pushed open the glass door, and as soon as he entered the door, he was greeted by a spacious reception hall, with cool air-conditioning wind blowing in front of him. The receptionist, who was sitting upright with only one head out, immediately stood up and bowed to say hello: "Hello, who can I ask? Do you have an appointment?"
With a soft and pleasant voice, it was the young woman who called Zhou Yanqing in the morning to inform him to come for an interview.
Zhou Yanqing handed over a handwritten paper resume, saying that he was here for an interview.
The woman showed a slightly surprised expression, and introduced herself: "Hello, my name is Monica."
Monica arranged for Zhou Yanqing to sit down on the sofa in the front hall, let him sit for a while, and poured her another glass of water.
Zhou Yan thanked lightly and politely.
When Monica returned to work, she first notified her direct supervisor that the candidate had arrived, and then opened QQ to contact her little sister.
"Ahh! Our company has a very refreshing and handsome little brother here for an interview, I pray that he can get the interview!"
The little sister on the other end of QQ said indifferently that there should be pictures and the truth. Monica carefully raised her phone behind the table and only poked out the camera to quickly take a photo of Zhou Yanqing's side face and send it over. Then the two began to chat together on QQ. Beep beep.
Zhou Yanqing didn't notice these movements, and sat upright with his back straight. After a long time, he became a little bored. He picked up the fashion magazines on the table and flipped through them casually.
Until the sound of footsteps from far and near interrupted him.
Zhou Yan turned his head lightly, and two tall and straight men came towards him. The man walking in front had black hair and shiny, exquisite appearance. Although he was wearing the simplest white shirt and black trousers, he walked out with a T The atmosphere of the stage.
It's Song Yu.
Zhou Yanqing opened his eyes wide and stared at Song Yu in a daze, until Song Yu brushed past him and set off a scented breeze.
This fragrance is light and sultry, and after five years, no, it should be seven years, it brought Zhou Yanqing back to the midsummer surrounded by cicadas.
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In the first ten days of September, the sun is scorching and the summer is light years.
The first week of school had just started, and it was supposed to be a rest day on Saturday, but Qingyang Middle School did not have a holiday on this day. The students of the whole school are concentrated in the playground. They are holding an important event. There are several cameras and staff on the periphery to follow the whole process. The head teacher of each class is actively maintaining order.
Before the activity started, the students lined up crookedly and complained about the hot weather and the scorching sun.
The phalanx of Class 2 (3) was close to the green belt next to the playground. Zhou Yanqing was at the end of the phalanx. Taking advantage of the head teacher patrolling ahead, he quickly bent over the green belt and ran towards the classroom.
Last week, Zhou Yanqing made an appointment with the owner of the small restaurant on Guanghe Road. He will wash dishes for him for two days on weekends this week, and he will be paid 150 yuan. As a result, on Friday, the teacher suddenly announced that there was going to be a large-scale event in the school, and everyone had to be there, and he specifically pointed out Zhou Yanqing.
Zhou Yanqing thought it was some kind of commendation event, and only found out what was going on from his classmates when he came here in a hurry. It was a waste of his precious time, and he might as well skip class and go to work.
With a "pop", the back door of the classroom opened in response, and before Zhou Yanqing stepped in, he saw a person lying on his seat. He went back to the door and looked up at the sign. Class 2 (3) in high school was indeed his classroom. Could it be that someone skipped class like him
He tiptoed to his seat, bent down to take a look, and was stunned for a moment.
This person's face was buried in his arms, although only a little profile could be seen, but Zhou Yanqing was sure that he didn't recognize him, and his figure was definitely not a high school student.
Zhou Yanqing was in a hurry to get his schoolbag, but this person was sleeping soundly in his seat. He curled his lips helplessly and sat down at the front table and decided to wait for five minutes. If the person didn't wake up after five minutes, he would wake him up.
The summer wind poured in from the wide open window, and a faint fragrance penetrated into Zhou Yanqing's nose, lingering. Zhou Yan picked up the collar of his T-shirt suspiciously, took a few puffs, and almost spit out, smelling of sweat.
Loosening the neckline, he sniffed hard again and finally found that the fragrance seemed to come from the young man occupying his table in front of him. Probably because this fragrance can confuse people, or to confirm his guess, Zhou Yanqing couldn't help but approached the head with black and smooth hair and took a deep breath.
Before realizing what kind of fragrance is so good, Zhou Yanqing suddenly covered his chin with a "boom" sound.
The time when the man lying on the table woke up was very coincidental, and when he raised his head, he bumped into Zhou Yanqing's pointed chin.
"Sorry, bumped into you?"
Before Zhou Yanqing had an attack, the other party had already apologized first, and there was a lazy nasal sound in his clear voice.
Zhou Yan lightly clutched his sore jaw and teary eyes. In the end, he deserved it. He rubbed it to make sure it wasn't dislocated before he was relieved. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes to see the man in front of him clearly, and he was suffocated for breath.
It stands to reason that a man's definition of a person's beauty and ugliness should be aimed at the opposite sex. It is rare for a normal man to tell another man that you look good. But when Zhou Yanqing faced the young men occupying his seat, there was only one word in his mind-good-looking.
His eyes were dark and deep, his lips were slightly pursed, and he had an innocent expression of being disturbed from his dream. Suddenly he laughed, his brows and eyes were curved, like the bright crescent moon in the night sky.
That's what makes people happy, right
Seeing that Zhou Yan was quiet and his eyes were still red, the young man felt a little guilty and reached out to look at the other's chin.
Zhou Yan came to his senses lightly, dodged awkwardly, and asked, "Who are you? Why are you running to our class?"
The young man froze for a moment, then asked with a smile, "Are you in this class?"
"Otherwise, your seat is still mine."
The young man raised his eyebrows: "Your name is Zhou Yanqing? It seems that your science scores are not very good."
Zhou Yanqing suddenly remembered that the test papers for the final exam of last semester were just handed out yesterday, and he said angrily, "You peeked at my test papers!"
The young man shrugged his shoulders, and explained innocently: "You just spread it on the table, and I put it in the drawer for you."
Zhou Yan was speechless, curled his lips and said angrily: "Then get up, I'm going to pack up. Hurry up and leave while there is no one, and be careful to be caught by the security guards when you are found trespassing on campus."
The young man was amused, and instead of moving away, he asked him, "Why don't you go to the playground to participate in the activities?"