Chapter 67: Mr. Jing has guests today
Chapter 67: Mr. Jing has guests today
For an old man who is almost fifty years old mentally, he is extremely clear about fitness, making money and buying a house.
As long as you achieve such a simple and clear goal, one set of houses can guarantee you a worry-free life, two sets of houses can basically be invincible, three sets of houses can bring you financial freedom, and four or five sets of houses can allow you to live a wonderful life as a rent collector.
Looking back, will he hang out and talk nonsense with a bunch of young people aged 18 or 19?
He would rather play with Uncle Cheng. He has no interest in talking to little boys.
As for being close to young girls, men are loyal until they grow old, right?
Therefore, even though Jing Xiaoqiang tried his best to bring his roommates and classmates to participate, it was difficult for them to interact with each other.
Even skipping classes is not as easy as finding Pan Yunyan.
So the stage design major is somewhat elusive.
They had little contact during military training, and he sat together with other girls in cultural classes. Now, finally dozens of classmates have started to gather in professional classrooms.
The course is very simple. For two and a half months, I have to take painting courses for two days a week, and the remaining day is used to learn the history of clothing development, hair production, lighting principles, etc.
This was a basic course that Jing Xiaoqiang had described as boring thirty years ago, so naturally he was not attentive during the course.
Basically, I find a corner and sit there to think about business.
But the girls couldn't help but gossip with him in groups of two or three: "Are you dating Du Ruolan or Pan Yunyan? And what's the matter with Luo Li, who majored in screenwriting?"
"I heard there's a very tall beauty coming to see you. How beautiful is she? Is she prettier than Du Ruolan?"
Jing Xiaoqiang really wanted to discuss that Lu Xi, that big silly guy, only had a good temperament, and his facial features were better than Pan Yunyan's, but when it came to the combined agility and beauty, Du Ruolan had the upper hand, and Luo Li had the most promising future plasticity.
Compared with these people, Feng Xiaoxia is really a pitiful ordinary passerby, just like the current girls majoring in stage design, who can only look up to professional players.
But he also knew that he would easily attract the jealousy of boys, so he took the initiative to pull his roommates: "Ah, ask them to compare, bystanders can see more clearly. They met my tall friend last time. She is a flight attendant. I run a small cosmetics business with her unit."
You know what, with a guy like him, everyone is more reasonable.
I don’t know if there were people jealous behind her back, but at least in front of her the boys all called her “Brother Xiaoqiang” in a sweet voice and took the opportunity to surround her and get close to her.
There were quite a lot of people in the large class that had not yet been divided into majors. The girls were curious about what kind of cosmetics they were, but Jing Xiaoqiang felt that it was not good to let ordinary girls come into contact with these high-end products too early, and explained that they were mainly imported products used for performances on stage.
Just when everyone was having a great time, the professional teacher who was patrolling between two or three professional classrooms came back with a sullen face: "What are you doing? What are you doing! Military training hasn't even improved your discipline. Do you still want to maintain classroom order?"
Even the art students had just graduated from high school, and they quickly scattered back behind their drawing boards and easels like mice seeing a cat.
Jing Xiaoqiang, who had barely started writing, was immediately criticized.
He is such a veteran that he just says "hmm" to answer questions perfunctorily without getting angry.
What was on my mind was who to find to help me draw, and whether I should ask Lori to get ready for work at noon.
This middle-aged male teacher in his thirties was quite hot-tempered. He scolded for at least ten minutes before he ended the class with a feeling of unsatisfaction.
He continued to curse in class.
The painting course is actually very simple. Everyone just sketches portraits, still lifes, etc., and the teacher guides the class on a whim. There is rarely a time for everyone to talk together.
As luck would have it, just half an hour later, senior sister Yuan found us.
This is a senior who majored in broadcasting and originally studied dance. She is now looking for a job at a TV station and has had a lot of practical experience in society.
She has that kind of mature charm of a white-collar beauty mixed with a touch of campus youth.
It’s a hit with all the freshmen.
A dark grey turtleneck sweater that showed off her curvy upper body, paired with jeans but tucked into long boots, it immediately created a tight-fitting effect. Finally, she let her fluffy curly hair down as she peeked in at the classroom door.
They all attracted a lot of attention, and one boy even knocked over his own painting box.
Almost everyone saw it.
Fortunately, the beauties were used to being stared at, so they just smiled at the teacher and said, "Hello, Teacher Sun. I want to talk to Xiaoqiang about something."
The standard broadcast-level Mandarin spoken with perfect pronunciation is so pleasant to the ear.
Then, with everyone's attention focused, he walked in with swaying steps and headed straight for Jing Xiaoqiang.
Xiao Qiang was like, "Fuck!" That guy surnamed Sun obviously doesn't like me, and you're still doing this. He frowned at the senior sister and whispered, "What's the matter?"
Senior Yuan pushed her hair behind her ears, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "You don't care, but I've been watching the show on TV every day. I finally made an appointment with the director for dinner that day. You can accompany me and try to get the show on as soon as possible. I just happened to be the one to make the connection, so the chances are much higher, okay!"
A strong fragrance came over her, refreshing her heart, and her ears were tingling with a tingling breath. She took Jing Xiaoqiang's arm without any hesitation, and her elastic arm was pressed against his shoulder and began to rub it, as if she was sure to pull him away.
Jing Xiaoqiang was so strong that he couldn't even move. He just enjoyed it for a few seconds before speaking: "Lunch? It's still early, we can go there later. Which restaurant?"
He is not stupid. If this kind of program can be broadcast on TV, it will benefit the school, the participants and himself. There are people here who are pushing and monitoring its development, so everyone will benefit.
And we must do our best to make this happen: "Let's go to Rongjin Revolving Restaurant. I think it's of a better quality."
Sister Yuan did not hesitate: "Okay!"
Jing Xiaoqiang hummed: "Let's meet at the school gate half an hour earlier at noon?"
Unexpectedly, Senior Sister Yuan turned around and smiled at the boy next to her, and he happily gave up his seat. She sat down with her legs crossed as if nothing had happened: "There is still more than an hour left. I will wait with you for a while and think about the words."
I am...
Jing Xiaoqiang was originally dawdling in the corner.
Your graceful figure is very feminine, and the aura you exude makes these screaming little boys around you feel a warm current rushing to their heads instantly, while you are swinging your legs so leisurely.
So tempting.
Now she has innocently become the focus again. I really want to kick this senior sister with a domineering face out of the door.
He picked up the pen and tried to draw several times, but he didn't want to put pen on the drawing paper, so he just threw the pen away and said, "Forget it, let's go to the hotel first. I said you are here to delay my class."
The senior student's eyes lit up, and I wonder what she was thinking of.
The students who heard it were so shocked that their hearts were burning and their minds were shattered.
As we were almost at the door, the professional teacher, who must have been very unhappy for a long time, finally spoke up: "You just left when you said you would. Do you think the classroom is a public toilet? Who gave you permission to skip class casually?"
Jing Xiaoqiang was a little speechless. This was simply an unprovoked disaster. He had no idea what made the other party unhappy, but he deserved to be angry for not following classroom disciplines.
Fortunately, he didn't have to speak. Senior Sister Yuan, who cared more about this meeting than he did, spoke up: "Teacher Sun, I want to ask Jing to help us perform our school's dance program on TV. This is the most important external liaison for our Art Department right now, and it is also a key project that the principal has ordered to showcase the image of our drama school. Can you give me some leniency?"
She even put her hands together in a cute gesture and said, "How about I ask Old Wu to talk to you about it?"
This is how it is with graduates. They have already smoothed out all kinds of relationships and become familiar with ordinary teachers. They can even find out the ins and outs of the top leaders' orders from the team leader from the previous activity.
Now it's easy to get stuck on the topic.
This can be considered as using a big banner to cover up one's own shortcomings, which is quite reasonable.
If what she said is true, any department head or dean of the school office will agree, it's just one class.
Teacher Sun was also very decisive. He snorted coldly and said nothing, then continued to paint with his head down.
Senior Yuan quickly took Jing Xiaoqiang's arm and went out, leaving behind a sea of envious looks.
All the students looked at each other in shock.
What did I say before? Surrounded by the top and second most beautiful girls in the acting class, as well as girls from the screenwriting class, and even a flight attendant, is that the peak?
not at all!
This is just the beginning.
Another senior student joined in.
Some girls who are gossipy by nature are probably already thinking about how to bring the topic to the acting class at noon!
Jing Xiaoqiang didn't pull me away: "You've dug a hole for me. It's annoying that I'll skip class without saying anything."
Senior Yuan knew the whole thing: "As long as it's on the TV station's schedule, the school office will beg you to improve the program. And you're afraid of a painting teacher like him? Being too low-key is tantamount to arrogance."
Jing Xiaoqiang thought this made sense: "I'll dress low-key today."
Senior Sister Yuan still let go of her hand on campus and looked at him playfully, "A man of weight is always handsome!"
But once we were out of school, he basically held my hand tightly and wouldn't let go. He even whispered in my ear, "The sports bra you wore last time was pretty good. We can't borrow one from a junior high school girl when we're on the show again, right? Will you go buy one with me? They should have my size."
It easily provides a step to cross the boundary between men and women.
Senior sister is really an expert.
As a result, Jing Xiaoqiang hailed a taxi to the hotel, and when he got off the car, he signaled to the familiar doorman: "Help me book a table in the restaurant..."
This is the service .
What's more, he is a VIP who has a long private room.
Then he went to the front desk to get the car keys. From the front desk manager of the five-star hotel to the cleaning lady in the elevator, everyone smiled and said, "Mr. Jing has guests today."
Instantly, I felt respected in front of Senior Sister Yuan!
