Li Fei: ok.
…
Returning to this work pace, Cen Jin felt slightly unaccustomed, after all, transitioning from idle to busy was challenging.
By quitting time, her shoulder blades were sore, and she couldn’t help but stretch her arms and yawn.
Lu Qiqi, sucking on a lollipop, glanced over and asked: “Tired?”
Cen Jin leaned over to look at her display; the girl was adjusting the QR code size in a poster. She asked: “Is this the Christmas new combo?”
Lu Qiqi mocked: “Yeah, looks completely different from what I usually eat.”
Cen Jin asked: “When are you getting off work?”
“Soon, I guess,” Lu Qiqi picked up her phone to check, her mouth twitching slightly: “Just three hours from now.”
Cen Jin smiled, turning back to pack her bag.
Lu Qiqi pulled the lollipop from between her teeth, incredulous: “You’re leaving now?”
Cen Jin blinked: “I’m done with everything.”
“You submitted your draft already?” Lu Qiqi’s almond eyes widened.
“Mm, Li Fei thought it was okay, took it to show the animation director first.”
“Holy shit, so this is what someone from a 4A agency is like.” Lu Qiqi exclaimed, banging her head against the keyboard.
Cen Jin just smiled without speaking, shouldering her bag to leave.
Passing the Creative Director’s office, suddenly someone called out: “Cen Jin! Gin! Miss Cen!”
Cen Jin turned around; Teddy was waving at her from behind the glass wall of his private office.
She went around to his office, stopping at the door, and waiting until the person inside nodded before quickly walking in.
Teddy gestured for her to sit on the sofa, so she settled into a single seat.
The man got her a bottle of pure water and sat down as well: “Heading home?”
Cen Jin: “Mm.”
His teeth were dazzlingly white, his smile full of warmth and goodwill: “How was your first day here?”
Cen Jin answered honestly: “Not bad.”
Teddy said: “These couple of days are quite busy, let’s get together on the weekend, and have a welcome dinner with everyone.”
Cen Jin smiled politely: “Sure, I’ll treat you if you don’t mind.”
“NO! I disagree I do mind,” Teddy’s slightly brown pupils always seemed deeply affectionate: “Please let me have this opportunity.”
Cen Jin curved her lips: “No problem.”
—
That same evening, Li Wu was still bent over his desk doing problems in the classroom.
After the afternoon class meeting, he no longer sat alone against the back wall but moved forward five rows and gained an English class representative as his deskmate.
Coincidentally, this class representative was Tang Yuwen, whom his roommate Cheng Rui had been pining for.
After changing seats, the girl sweetly greeted him, and out of politeness, he responded.
As a result, before evening self-study, when walking together to dinner, Cheng Rui was murderous, his eyes looking like he wanted to eat someone.
Li Wu had a headache and didn’t dare say another word to Tang Yuwen. During the second period, the math teacher came in holding a stack of test papers, saying they would have a pop quiz.
At this moment, the entire Class 10 could only be described as a scene of widespread devastation.
The teacher turned a deaf ear and smilingly distributed the papers, and everyone could only painfully write their names and force themselves to answer the questions.
The classroom was silent.
Until — the teacher went out to take a phone call and didn’t return for a long time.
The class finally broke into whispers, like dough in its initial stages of fermentation, restless.
Pencil tips scratched paper, Li Wu’s brows slightly furrowed as he remained focused on calculating on his scratch paper, when suddenly, his elbow was gently nudged.
Li Wu glanced sideways to see his new desk mate carefully pushing over a folded note with the back of her hand.
His brows furrowed even tighter as he looked at Tang Yuwen. The girl had her hair in a ponytail, her side bangs falling naturally, hiding her profile, her expression indiscernible.
Li Wu was confused but could only grip the note in his palm and open it to read.
It only had a few words:
“What’s your WeChat number
By Tang Yuwen”
Li Wu was slightly stunned, folded the note back to its original shape, put it back in the drawer, and then there was no further response…
The class bell rang, the teacher returned to collect the papers, and some boys who hadn’t finished writing called out begging for mercy. The middle-aged man behind the podium smiled as he shattered all their hopes of leniency: “Write as much as you can!”
Li Wu packed up his backpack and sat motionless in his place.