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  Chapter 125: Eating, Sleeping, and Looking at Photos

  TL: Etude

  Perhaps it was because he hadn’t attended a proper css for a long time, but Jiang Qin was brimming with energy and had adjusted both his mind and body to a learning mode. He po pay close attention to the css, but within three minutes, he smoothly reverted to a state of casual observation.

  During those barely focused three minutes, one minute ent with the teacher dilly-dallying, and another minute was taken up by roll call.

  Jiang Qi a bit of retrospective fear.

  It was fortuhat he had started trying his hand at business right after his rebirth.

  Otherwise, given his current learning ability and level of tration, he was bound to fail sooner or ter.

  Turning his head, he looked at Feng Nanshu. She was sug on her pale, delicate hand with her cherry-red lips. After a moment, she removed her hand, leaving some clear saliva on it, but not leaving any obvious marks.

  She stared bnkly for a while, a hint of fusion fshing in her eyes.

  “What are you doing?” Jiang Qin asked, somewhat dazed.

  Feng Nanshu looked up at him. “Jiang Qin, what shall we eat after css?”

  “Anything is fi’s up to you.”

  “The’s have beef brisket noodles, it sounds nice.”

  After Feng Nanshu finished speaking, she wiped the saliva off the back of her hand and began to listen atteo the lecture.

  Jiang Qiing his in his hand, began to watch her. He realized that if he fot his past memories or the i where he actally kicked her leg in the library, he would never sider this little rich dy as a silly cutie. Instead, he would see her as a stunningly beautiful and aloof goddess.

  She was tall and slender, with fair skin, delicate features, and a graceful figure, embodying all the traits of a wealthy beauty. Yet, she was gy, which was adorably trasting.

  After two csses, the teacher annouhe end of the lesson ahe .

  “Old Zhou, take my books back to the dorm for me!”

  Cao Guangyu handed his books to Zhou Chao and hurried out of the . It was obvious he was rushing for a date.

  A young man newly in love behaves like this, feeling that every sed not spent in romance is a severe waste of life. This is often referred to as ‘love-struck,’ especially in the case of someone like Cao Guangyu, who dreamt of having a girlfriend, the dition articurly severe.

  Jiang Qin looked down on Cao Guangyu a bit, believing that spending time strengthening friendships was more worthwhile.

  So, he po spend the afternoon and evening with Feng Nanshu.

  He would take her for dihen for a walk around the campus, and finally sit by the ke.

  However, pns always ge. Just as he was leaving the , Lu Guangrong came to him personally, inviting him to the office for a chat.

  “You go back to the dorm and wait for me, I’ll e to pick you up after I’m done.”

  After saying this, Jiang Qin headed towards the office.

  “No, I want to follow you. The obedient kind.”

  Feng Nanshu followed him out of the , almost inseparable. Her shoes, with a slight heel, made a particurly crisp sound on the floor.

  Jiang Qi he couldn’t refuse.

  Such a big, beautiful, cute, best friend, so well-behaved and quiet. Why wouldn’t you take her with you? What reason could there be not to?

  “Don’t worry, I won’t run away.”

  “I won’t talk, I’ll just follow.”

  Feng Nanshu said early, then followed Jiang Qin all the way to the office.

  Lu Guangrong didn’t call Jiang Qin for anything else but for the matter mentioned by Zhang Ming’an, about the Lin Youth Daily interviewirepreneurial college students and partits in the Work-Study program.

  Separately, her of these titles was signifit enough to be featured in the Lin Youth Daily, but together, they became iing.

  A freshman who started a business right after entering uy, also providing positions to motivate impoverished students to participate in work-study programs. Apart from academic bels, Jiang Qin’s list of achievements was almost fully stacked.

  The Youth Neer was w on a feature about youth in the new era, and Jiang Qin, who suddenly emerged, fit their narrative perfectly.

  Some slogans should not just be ted; they are too vague. Setting up a model individual makes them seem much more real.

  Lu Guangrong had heard a bit about Jiang Qin’s website, but only a bit.

  Like most uy advisors, he rarely appeared uhere was an urgent matter. After all, he had tless meetings to attend, reports to write, and research to duct, keeping him dizzyingly busy.

  So, when the head of the school’s publicity department told him that the Lin Youth Daily wao interview one of his students, he was utterly baffled.

  In just two and a half months, this kid had made such a big name for himself?

  “I expected to hear your name in school sdals, but hought I’d hear it from Directu of the publicity department. It scared me at first.”

  Lu Guangrong’s impression of Jiang Qin wasn’t deep, with the most memorable being the night of the school’s opening when he was in the dormitory, hugging his ptop and chatting animatedly with five or six girls.

  “I just slept in css, it couldn’t have reached the publicity department, could it? Teacher, are you pnning to make me famous?”

  Jiang Qin had heard of highlighting exempry students in learning arepreneurship, but never for sleeping. If this got out, it would be somewhat embarrassing.

  “That’s not it. The reason I called you is because the Lin Youth Daily wants to give you a special interview. It’s a good thing, something others ’t even hope for.”

  Lu Guangrong handed over a printed A4 paper: “These are the interview questions they sent. Go bad prepare well, it’s best to draft some answers.”

  Interviews about good deeds are alrepared in advance, questions and answers both. Only interviews about bad deeds are impromptu. Serious media and paparazzi are different; interviews are not the goal, publicity is.

  “Whehe interview start?”

  “Tomorrow afternoon at one, ohird floor of the Guang Teag ter, room A302. You go there yourself.”

  Jiang Qin took the A4 paper and g it.

  As Lu Guangrong said, being interviewed was indeed a good thing. Having the official media like the Youth Neer as a credit endorsement would help Jiang Qin’s future business image.

  He didn’t really want to be famous, but no one likes to colborate with someone unknown, so getting used to such sarios early would be his work ter.

  “Teacher Lu, it’s my first time being interviewed, and I’m a bit nervous, afraid I might say something wrong. Could you teach me how to answer?”

  Student Union President Zhu Feng, in the office, couldn’t help but speak up: “What’s so difficult about that? If they ask about your ideals, say you want to be a youth of the new era, aspiring and upward, realizing dreams, tributing to society. If they ask about your development, say you want to help more impoverished students, help more people plete their education, being talents useful to the try.”

  After hearing this, Jiang Qin gave a thumbs up: “Sister Zhu truly deserves to be the president of the Student Union, these years of student work really weren’t in vain.”

  Zhu Feng, a bit proud, straightened her back even more, but her face still maintained a serious and ear demeanor.

  “Jiang Qin, regardless of whether you’re dating or starting a business, just don’t fail any courses, otherwise it would be embarrassing.”

  Lu Guangrong couldn’t help but add this, gng meaningfully at the well-behaved Feng Nanshu sitting nearby.

  Busihriving, a girlfrieiful as a fairy, and now a neer feature. Jiang Qin really had some skills.

  After a while, Jiang Qi with Feng Nanshu. Zhu Feng muttered, “How did this guy start his business? The questions he asked were so silly.”

  Lu Guangrong took a sip of tea and spoke unhurriedly, “If he could get Professor Yan’s referral and vihe Uy of Sd Teology to let him expand his business, he must be quite articute. Do you really think he doesn’t know what to say?”

  “Ah? Then why did he ask?”

  “He asked, you answered, he thanked, and now aren’t you happy?”

  Zhu Feng froze for a moment, taking five seds to realize.

  Jiang Qin’s question wasn’t important; what mattered was his fttering ent at the end. It made him seem humble while making others feel good, gaining their favor instantly. She eve good about herself for a moment, even somewhat triumphant, and started to care less about his refusal to joiudent Union.

  “Is he really that ing?” Zhu Feng was a bit incredulous.

  “Not at all ing. People who are adept in social iions often appear foolish, ag like they’re naive ahy, pretending to know nothing and eagerly seeking colboration. Iy, they’re extremely astute.”

  As Lu Guangrong spoke, he was reminded of a eacher who had once joihe Finance Department. During a team-building activity at a seafood restaurant, this teacher had held up a crab, asking the old dean how to eat it and if he could have a hammer to crack it open. The old dean, amused, personally demonstrated how to open the crab shell.

  Later, everyone learhat this teacher’s family had been fishermen for three geions.

  But what did that matter?

  After that i, every time the old dean ate seafood, he would think of that teacher first. Within two years, the teacher had left the office. (promoted)

  But Lu Guangrong was curious. At Jiang Qin’s age, one would expect him to be arrogant and defiant. How could he manage such a level of detail in his iions? If it weren’t for the crab i, even Lu Guangrong might not have seen through Jiang Qin’s feigned ignorance.

  Could it be that some people are truly born with a talent for this?

  Meanwhile, in the sed cafeteria,

  Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu were already enjoying their steaming, oily beef brisket noodles.

  The little rich dy, who usually could spicy food but loved it, had her lips reddened from the spice, with tiny beads of sweat f on her nose.

  “What did you do while I was gohese past few days?”

  Jiang Qin picked up a piece of brisket with his chopsticks and held it to Feng Nanshu’s mouth.

  “Eating, sleeping, attending csses, and sometimes going to the supermarket with Gao Wenhui.”

  The little rich dy opened her reddened mouth obediently and ate the piece of brisket, her eyes shimmering like water.

  “Besides eating, sleeping, and attending csses?”

  “Lying in bed looking at photos.”

  Jiang Qin paused for a moment: “Oh, the photos from the team building, right? Lu Xuemei’s photography skills are quite good.”

  He had been in a rush that day and hadn’t looked closely at the album. His memory was still fixed on the photo of himself and Feng Nanshu, unaware of another photo in the album showing a bear climbing a tree to steal honey. He also didn’t know that the little rich dy had already imagined everything from those photos.

  They had been apart for a whole week, seeing each other only a few times. It was by looking at those photos that the little rich dy had mao ehe separation.

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