Yang Wei walked up to the podium and announced with a smile, "If I find any student lending their homework to someone else to copy, then that student will have to do all their homework for the next year." As she walked out of the classroom, she turned back and added, "Feel free to report them. Reporting someone else will offset one of your own reports."
Liang Minghao watched her departing figure, a twitch at the corner of his mouth, thinking that Teacher Yang was truly too ruthless. The term "femme fatale" was tailor-made for her!
Meanwhile, the campus of Teito University also became lively.
The currently filming drama "Youthful Days" has come to Beijing University for filming. Since most of the content of the drama takes place during the protagonist's university years, the crew will spend a lot of time on campus.
The students, who rarely had the chance to see celebrities up close, surrounded the film crew, snapping photos with their phones. Song Jin's assistant glanced at them, a slight twitch of her lips, and said to Song Jin, who was touching up her makeup, "Why do I feel like they're observing monkeys at a zoo?"
Song Jin's brow twitched, and without turning her head, she said, "Whether you want to be a monkey is your own business, don't speak for me."
The assistant pursed her lips, then curiously leaned closer and asked, "Sister Song, I heard you also graduated from this school. Aren't you excited to be back at your alma mater?"
Song Jin closed the pink lid and glanced at her sideways: "The reporter from 'Star News 30 Minutes' will be interviewing about this issue later. You can read the report afterward."
assistant:"……"
She straightened up and stopped talking to Song Jin. Although Song Jin had a sweet and charming appearance, her personality was far from that. Being arrogant was one thing—after all, there were very few celebrities in the entertainment industry with such a high level of education—but always looking at everyone with an expression that seemed to think they were all idiots was really enough.
School officials quickly arrived to stop the students from gathering and ensure the filming could proceed smoothly. Song Jin took a sip of the warm water her assistant had poured, and as she turned her head, she saw a tall figure walking past.
Her long, black hair had a slight natural curl, and she wore a light gray suit, looking as elegant as a swan.
The man walked very fast; Song Jin didn't even have time to see his features clearly. A female student grinned and called him Professor Qi, but he only nodded slightly, without slowing down at all.
Song Jin suddenly stood up from her seat, watching the person's departing figure.
Could it be him? She heard that he stayed in Beijing to teach at a university after returning to China, and she secretly hoped to run into him when she returned to her alma mater.
"What's wrong, Sister Song?" The assistant looked at her curiously.
"I'm going to the restroom." Song Jin shoved the coat she was wearing into her assistant's hands and ran quickly toward Qi Xiaoyan. The assistant, clutching the coat, wanted to call out to her, but was afraid that making a loud noise would only attract more onlookers.
Song Jin followed Qi Xiaoyan around a corner and called out to him anxiously, "Senior Qi?"
Qi Xiaoyan paused, frowning slightly in confusion. No one in this school would call him "Senior Qi" anymore.
He turned around and glanced at the person behind him, his expression slightly taken aback.
The person in front of him had flaxen curly hair and bore a striking resemblance to Yang Wei. Golden sunlight slanted down from the treetops, and even the angle of the reflection seemed identical to when he first met Yang Wei.
Song Jin stood opposite him, a delighted smile curving her lips: "Senior Qi, it really is you! Do you remember me? I'm Song Xiaofang!"
First love
Song Xiaofang is Song Jin's real name. When she debuted, the company disliked the name and gave her the stage name Song Jin. Her excited voice was carried away by the wind, but Qi Xiaoyan, standing opposite her, didn't react much.
Song Jin looked at him, her smile fading little by little: "Don't you remember me?"
Qi smiled and said, "I remember, I was just a little surprised."
The cold sound quality was like the purest crystal, just like Song Jin remembered.
The corners of her mouth that had been drooping turned up again, and Song Jin couldn't help but take a step closer to him: "How long has it been since we last saw each other? Ten years?" Qi Xiaoyan was more mature than she remembered, and even more charming.
She wanted to say something more, but then she saw several students walking towards them. Instinctively, she pulled Qi Xiaoyan and hid in the teaching building. The pillars on the first floor blocked the students' view. Song Jin watched them walk away before saying to Qi Xiaoyan with a slight apology, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Qi Xiaoyan didn't seem to care.
Song Jin smiled at him and asked, "Are you teaching here now?"
"Um."
"Teaching math?"
"Um."
Song Jin couldn't help but laugh a few times: "You really haven't changed at all. I feel both envious and sorry for your students."
Qi Xiaoyan didn't reply. Song Jin looked up at him and slightly curled the corners of her mouth: "When are you free? I'll treat you to dinner."
Qi smiled and said, "You must be very busy."
Song Jin smiled and said, "There's still time to eat."
Qi Xiaoyan thought for a moment and then didn't refuse: "Alright then, I can accommodate your schedule."
"Great!" Song Jin smiled happily. "Let's exchange phone numbers, and I'll contact you later."
"Um."
After getting Qi Xiaoyan's number, Song Jin looked up and saw her assistant approaching. She quickly said goodbye to Qi Xiaoyan, and after taking a few steps, she gestured for him to make a phone call. Qi Xiaoyan glanced at her a few times, then turned and walked towards the stairs.
The morning passed quickly, and while the students rushed to the cafeteria, the lunchboxes from the "Youthful Days" drama crew arrived on time. Song Jin always complained that the crew's lunchboxes were too greasy, so she always brought her own food. Lunchtime was only thirty minutes long, and Song Jin allocated fifteen minutes to "Star News 30 Minutes" magazine for their exclusive interview.
The reporter was a polite and refined young woman, who looked to be about the same age as Song Jin. When she arrived at the film set, she politely handed her work ID to Song Jin: "Hello, I'm a reporter from 'Star News 30 Minutes' magazine."
Song Jin nodded casually and said to her, "Let's start right away. You only have fifteen minutes."
The reporter's lips twitched; she suddenly had the illusion that she was interviewing a domineering CEO. She nimbly sat down on the small stool her assistant had brought over and began asking the questions she had prepared.
The first few questions were all standard, and the reporter asked them without any pressure. However, the questions from fans collected from Weibo made her nervous: "Some viewers said that you became an instant hit with 'Painting Soul' just because you are good-looking. What is your opinion on this?"
Song Jin said, "I think I became famous not only because I am good-looking, but also because I am very smart."
The reporter paused subtly for half a second before chuckling awkwardly, "Yes, after all, being admitted to the Imperial University of Beijing at the age of 16 is quite remarkable in the entertainment industry."
Song Jin said, "Even outside the entertainment industry, the number of people who get into Imperial University at the age of 16 is very small."
The reporter's smile faded; Song Jin, just as rumored, seemed to enjoy looking down on everyone from an intellectual high ground.
"So after graduating with a master's degree, why didn't you consider pursuing a doctorate and instead chose the path of the entertainment industry?"
Song Jin glanced at her, and for a moment the reporter felt like she had asked a really stupid question.
"I've answered this question many times in different interviews. Are you sure you want to waste your time on these meaningless questions?"
The reporter's heart pounded. If Song Jin were a man, these words would be the standard lines of a domineering CEO! She quickly flipped through the interview transcript in her hand and asked with a smile, "What are your feelings about returning to your alma mater to film this time?"
Song Jin said, "The school hasn't changed much, but it still reminds me of many memories from my school days."
The reporter's keen gossip radar immediately kicked in. Such sentimental words must be hiding a shocking secret! She looked intently at Song Jin and said seriously, "This movie is called 'Youthful Days,' and I think the audience is also very curious about what kind of youthful days their idols had."
Song Jin thought for a moment, then her tone softened a bit: "Actually, like many people, I had a crush on a senior when I was a freshman."
The reporter's blood was boiling! Exclusive! This is absolutely exclusive!
"Oh, senior! And then!" Her hands, holding the recorder, were covered in a thin layer of sweat.
“That senior was a year older than me. We had the opportunity to get to know each other because we were in the same club. He was very smart, the smartest person I’ve ever met. Unfortunately, he was already a senior at the time. We spent a year together before he went abroad to study.”
The reporter persisted, asking, "Did you lose contact with him after he went abroad?"
Song Jin smiled faintly: "He was very busy. Almost all the emails I sent him disappeared without a trace. Later, I also got busy, and we gradually lost contact."
The reporter was stunned. Holy crap, was Song Jin smiling just now?! How come she didn't capture that moment in a photo?! The headline read: "The Goddess of Geeks Recalls Her First Love, A Heartbreaking Smile That Touches My Heart!"
She steadied herself and comforted herself, saying, "First love is like that—sweet with a touch of bittersweetness, yet it's also captivating."
Song Jin didn't say anything. Her assistant came over to remind her that time was up. The reporter stood up and said to Song Jin, "Thank you so much for accepting our magazine's interview. May I take a picture of you at the end?"
Song Jin nodded and looked up at the camera the reporter had raised.
Can you smile?
Song Jin smiled as requested, a very formulaic and impeccable smile, which left the reporter somewhat disappointed. If only she had captured that smile on camera.
After the reporter left, Song Jin finished her lunch in ten minutes and returned to filming.
Inside the No. 1 Primary School, Yang Wei didn't go downstairs to buy fried rice today; instead, she ate at the school cafeteria with the other students. She sat alone, playing on her phone. Just as she logged into Weibo, she received a new follower notification and a private message from someone she wasn't following. She clicked on the follower notification first and was surprised to find it was from the user "Wait Three More Minutes"! Yang Wei choked on her food and coughed, covering her mouth. She now believed that what Teacher Yao said about 120,000 people dying from choking every day globally might be true.
After catching her breath, she checked her private messages again and, as expected, she still had to wait three more minutes.
She was a little nervous and read with bated breath.
"I'm very sorry that my readers' irrationality caused you trouble, but I think they won't continue doing that. Also, I read your writing and thought it was quite good. If you're interested in signing a contract, I can introduce you to my editor. ^_^"
Yang Wei was stunned. This author's personality was nothing like her writing! This is the demeanor of a true master!
She excitedly clicked into her own writing and found many readers coming to add points. After waiting three more minutes, the author himself stepped in and added points from the first chapter to the last!
Yang Wei was deeply moved.
She realized she'd been too impulsive to give the author a negative review. The author's writing was excellent, which was why she could make such a melodramatic story so captivating and engaging; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to persevere and read to the latest chapter. She returned to Weibo and sent a private message to the author, "Wait Three More Minutes": "Thank you so much! I write just for my own enjoyment and don't plan to sign a contract, but it's nice to know you! ^_^"
Before quitting Weibo, she didn't forget to follow back her old followers.
Today is Friday, and there are only two classes in the afternoon. After all the classes ended, Yang Wei went into the classroom on time to organize everyone for the weekly school-wide cleaning. Only after confirming that every student was engaged in the work under the leadership of the labor committee member did Yang Wei return to her office to clean her own desk and chair.
Teacher Yao was wiping the windowsill by the bed when she suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Look! There's a Maserati parked at the school gate!"
Yang Wei, who was wiping the table, went over to take a look after hearing what she said. Many parents' cars were already parked at the school gate, but that red sports car stood out. It wasn't a bright, vibrant red, but rather like a vintage red wine, sexy and alluring.
"This car must cost at least two million, right?" Teacher Yao looked at the Maserati with great interest and asked Yang Wei, "Which student's parent do you think it belongs to?"
"I don't know." Yang Wei shook her head and went back to wiping the table. "Didn't someone come to pick up a student in a Ferrari last time?" Although No. 1 Primary School in City A isn't a prestigious private school, there are plenty of wealthy people in City A. While most students are still picked up by their grandparents and taken home by bus, some mothers do come to pick up their children in luxury cars.
Especially on weekends, the number of cars at the school gate increases exponentially.
Ms. Yao was still gazing affectionately at the Maserati, the window frame almost worn out from rubbing it: "Do you think it could be Liang Minghao from your class?"
Liang Minghao? Yang Wei's eyebrows twitched. If they were here to pick up Liang Minghao, then the driver wouldn't be Fang Chengran, would it?
Just as she was thinking this, Teacher Yao at the window exclaimed again, "Someone got off the bus! It's a handsome guy!"
...Could it really be Fang Chengran? Yang Wei leaned closer to the window and glanced outside. As if sensing their presence, Fang Chengran looked up and smiled slightly in their direction.
"Oh, I can't take it anymore." Teacher Yao clutched her chest and stumbled back to her office chair. Yang Wei was still standing by the window watching Fang Chengran, who waved to her.
Yang Wei turned away awkwardly and continued wiping the table.
After the big clean-up, Yang Wei returned to the classroom and listened to the class representative relay the homework assignments one by one. She then went up to the podium and talked for ten minutes about the weekend's important points, finally letting the students who had been eagerly waiting go.
Yang Wei breathed a sigh of relief; she could sleep in for two more days over the weekend.
When she finished packing and walked to the school gate, the red Maserati was still parked there. Fang Chengran leaned against the car, and the sight of the handsome man in the luxury car attracted the attention of many people.
Yang Wei, with her bag slung over one shoulder, walked up and asked, "Fang Chengran, are you waiting for Liang Minghao? He left a long time ago."
Upon hearing Yang Wei's voice, Fang Chengran straightened his back and turned to look at her: "I've been waiting for you."
"wait for me?"
Fang Chengran smiled at her, gentlemanly opened the car door, and gestured an invitation: "I wonder if I would have the honor of having dinner with you?"