Chapter Eleven: Lolita on the Cell Phone

  We didn't end up going to see the house after all.

  I was taken back to the hospital, and after a CT scan, it turned out that there was nothing wrong with me.

  Unable to make a profit for the hospital, I estimate that the doctor is not reconciled, and Fangzi took a deep breath and opened ten boxes of Brain Gold. Qin Mo's eyebrows didn't even wrinkle, and he generously paid the bill.

  I recall the excellent Korean drama "Hotel Del Luna" where none of the main characters had amnesia or terminal illnesses. The male lead gave the female lead a ring, and she asked him how he bought it - did he ask the salesperson to pick out the most expensive one? The male lead replied, "Do you think I'm an idiot?" I told the sales lady, "Please give me a magical ring that will never leave the finger of the person I love."

  That year I was in high school, still secretly pining for Lin Qiao, and this line of dialogue moved me to tears.

  Today, I suddenly thought of it, and for some reason, I felt that if one day Qin Mo had to buy a ring for his girlfriend, 80% of the time he would be cheated by the salesperson and end up buying the most expensive one. The pile of white gold in front of him is a good example of this.

  I rubbed my forehead and sighed inwardly, he's really a fool.

  For the next three days, Qin Mo was very busy. The plan to find time to look at houses could not be realized for a while. And Yan Lang finally got out of the hospital.

  Zhou Yueyue said, "A famous architect is supposed to be this busy. The magazine says Qin Mo came to our city mainly for the design work of the Provincial Planetarium, and next Wednesday he will also give a lecture at our school."

  I looked surprised.

  Zhou Yueyue said: "You don't know what's right, you haven't gone to school for several days now?"

  Yan Lang suddenly interrupted: "What are you talking about? Are you talking about how he tarnished Zheng Mingming's reputation?"

  The young man sighed: "Don't be so extreme, you're almost like father and son in a mess, it's too immoral."

  Yan Lang and I were both struck dumb, Yan Lang's eyes widened in shock, and I was left speechless.

  Zhou Yueyue looked at our expressions and scratched his head: "Both the father-in-law and son-in-law like the same girl, isn't this incest?"

  "Girl, you're too cultured."

  The first thing I did when I returned to school was to report to the school TV station.

  T University Television Station (abbreviated as TUTV) is open to all faculty and students, but its audience is too narrow, and it has not been able to attract advertisements for many years, making it impossible to make a profit. As a result, it was forced to develop into a non-profit organization. This organization has two major events every year: one is at the beginning of the year when students who worked part-time at the TV station receive their subsidies from the previous year; the other is at the end of the year when all T University students vote for "My Favorite TUTV Program" through text messages.

  The column I'm in is called "Academic Wide Angle", known for its low ratings, unless there's some behind-the-scenes manipulation, it's impossible to get selected, and indeed it never has been. But apparently this year the head of our department had his girlfriend stolen by the head of the neighboring "Voice of Music" column, and he vowed to take revenge, planning to start from small things, first step being to snatch away at all costs the "tutv My Favorite TV Program" title that "Voice of Music" has held for three years.

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  As I stepped into the office, I just heard the boss say: "The academic events that attract the attention of the majority of students are the academic events that our column should focus on. Don't you guys check the campus BBS? What kind of plans have been put forward! Are you aware of the hottest topic recently, which is Professor Qin Mo's lecture next Wednesday?"

  One of them, holding a pen, said: "To be honest, I didn't understand. When Mayday came to school for a concert last May, the students weren't so excited either. On BBS, that discussion post about Qin Mo was covered with over 3,000 replies in just two days."

  One of his colleagues stretched out a hand with five fingers: "A 33-year-old master, young and promising, handsome and rich, and still unmarried. It's understandable that female classmates are so crazy about him."

  "So, boss, do you think someone like that would agree to an interview with our humble school TV station?"

  The leader fell silent. Everyone was at a loss.

  Partner Yue suddenly turned his head and saw me, blinked: "Think of a way, let Song Song use the beauty trick. Call Qin Master and tell him that if he accepts an interview, our female host will be his tonight!"

  I shivered with fear, and suddenly felt that the fact that Qin Mo was Yan Lang's father must not be exposed to anyone. I walked over and kicked Yue Lai in the foot. But unexpectedly, he started thinking seriously. I broke out in a cold sweat and hastily reminded him: "This can't be done, it's against the law, if reported, you'll end up in jail."

  He shook his head: "It's nothing, we're so far away from Zhongnanhai, the rule of law is definitely not sound."

  Chen Ying, the alternate female host sitting opposite us, gave us a glance. Chen Ying had always been at odds with Yue Lai, and by extension, she didn't take a liking to me either. Yue Lai and I exchanged a knowing look, anticipating that she was about to speak up.

  She spoke up, "Yan Song, don't worry about it, the headmaster was just joking. Qin Mo has seen all sorts of women before. Actually, you can go ask Jiang Tian for help, her dad is the principal, and if he puts in a word to Qin Mo, there might be a 50% chance."

  The principal's daughter Jiang Tian is Chen Ying's friend, a sophomore majoring in broadcasting and television news at the undergraduate level. All colleagues in our column have a deep impression of her.

  She has a great passion for the broadcasting industry, but her family conditions are too good to meet the requirements of diligent work and frugal study, so she can only come to our column group to do voluntary labor, such as rewinding tapes and matching audio.

  He thought for half a day and felt it was feasible, so he immediately called Jiang Tian.

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  Half an hour later, Jiang Tian, wearing a crimson coat and a deep gray woolen hat, pushed open the door and entered, looking both pure and sweet as well as seductive. It's already quite impressive for a girl to possess one of these three attributes, but Jiang Tian possessed all three at the same time, which was truly rare, causing her male colleagues who had hardly seen many women in their lives to collectively whistle in admiration. The boss immediately said, "Don't flirt with little sister." After saying that, he himself couldn't help but whistle too.

  Jiang Tian said: "My dad was a classmate of Qin Mo when he studied in the US, and this time Qin Mo came to our school for a lecture also thanks to my dad's invitation. Asking him to do a program should be no big deal. However, if it succeeds, can I be the host of this episode?"

  Chen Ying immediately said: "Definitely no problem, as long as you can contact the person, right Head?"

  The host said: "This program is a serious academic program, the host should be more knowledgeable. Your yellow curly hair looks good, but it's not knowledgeable enough."

  Jiang Tian pulled on the sleeve of Lao Da's shirt, shaking it as she said: "I'll go get my hair dyed back to its original color and straightened tonight, okay?"

  He had just gone through a breakup and was at his most vulnerable, making him an easy target for others. Faced with such sweet temptation, he couldn't resist. He thought for a moment, pretending to ask for my opinion: "Yan Song, why don't you take a two-day break?"

  I nodded in understanding and immediately agreed: "Alright, it just so happens that I need to keep a closer eye on my son these days anyway."

  Jiang Tian stuck out her tongue and said with a smile: "I'm really sorry, Yan Xuejie."

  I was just about to politely say something, when Yue suddenly said: "You've taken the kids home, so tonight all that's left is to send Little Sweetie to Master Qin's bed."

  I reflexively said, "Don't come up with any rotten ideas, our Little Sweet is taking the route of innocence and cuteness, besides Chen Ying also said that Qin Mo hasn't seen what kind of virgin there is."

  Yue Lai thought for a moment, then turned around and asked Jiang Tian: "Hey, are you still a virgin?"

  Jiang Tian was stunned.

  The head immediately stared at Yue Lai and said: "What are you talking about? Is there such an old virgin?"

  We were all stunned, and Jiang Tian was almost in tears.

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  He quickly came to his senses and apologized: "Sorry, sorry, I meant to say is there such a young virgin? I accidentally said old, sorry."

  Yue said: "Alright, after messing around for half a day, you think she's still a virgin?"

  Jiang Tian was deeply stimulated and burst into tears.

  He was stunned for half a day, painfully holding his head and thinking about where he went wrong. I comfortingly patted his shoulder: "Older brother, you shouldn't be so direct when dealing with people."

  This time I retreated to the rear, and worked overtime with my colleagues until we finally completed the draft of Qin Mo's interview plan before nightfall. When I took out my phone to check the time, I found that there were n unconnected calls, two from Zhou Yueyue, one from Qin Mo, and seven or eight from home. I was worried about Yan Lang's wound and quickly dialed back. Zhou Yueyue answered the phone: "Oh, Song Song, let me tell you something, you've moved to a new house, don't go back to the old place after school. We're all at your new house now, hurry up and come back." She hung up before I could react quickly.

  I dialed again, and Zhou Yue said impatiently: "You don't need to resist anymore Song Song, your resistance is useless, anyway they've all moved."

  She misunderstood me, I didn't want to rebel, I just wanted to know the specific address of my new home.

  The new home is indeed near the school, a European-style old building with a strong sense of age, covered in ivy. It's said that Zhou Yue helped pick it out, and the lighting is particularly good, just adjacent to Qin Mo. Qin Mo had something to do, and after dropping her and Yan Lang off, he didn't even have time to take a sip of water before immediately going out again.

  A three-bedroom, two-hall, two-bathroom layout, over 130 square meters. Before I returned, Yan Lang had run around the house several times and finally had his own room; he looked very excited. This house reminds me of our home before my mom went to prison, and for a moment, I felt a little sentimental. It turns out that I am also a sentimental person who easily gets emotional when seeing familiar scenes.

  Compared to the one-bedroom, twenty-square-meter apartment we used to live in, this house is a full seven times larger. I think at least ten more people can be squeezed in. Zhou Yueyue suggested: "Why don't you and Yan Lang live in one room, vacate the other two rooms and rent them out to others? Each person pays 1,500 yuan per month, you pay Qin Mo 700 yuan, and make a net profit of 2,300 yuan, oh my god!"

  I bowed my head to think about the feasibility of this plan.

  Yan Lang covered his forehead and sighed: "Zhou Yueyue, one can't be shameless to this extent."

  I called to thank Qin Mo, after connecting, a female voice came on and said something in English. I thought it was the wrong number and was about to hang up and call again. The other party immediately switched to stiff Mandarin: "Miss Lolita? Do you have any urgent matters? I am the secretary of the president, the president is currently in a meeting."

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  I was taken aback: "Who is Lolita? I'm not Lolita, sorry, I dialed the wrong number."

  The other party hastily said: "Miss, you didn't dial the wrong number, the caller ID indeed shows that you are Lolita, you are Lolita."

  This is really strange, am I lolita? Am I not even aware of it myself?

  The other party said: "Ah, the president is out, you wait."

  Three or four seconds later, Qin Mo's voice sounded: "Song Song?"

  I thought for half a day and found it unbelievable: "How did I become Lolita on your phone?"

  Qin Mo paused for a moment and said, "Just casually stored it." I was confused for a while, then someone spoke on the other end of the line, a string of bird-like sounds that were comparable to the TOEFL listening test in a noisy environment. I could only make out one word: Stephen, Qin Mo's English name. He responded with something and then turned back to me, lowering his voice and saying, "By the way, my family wants to meet Lang Lang, so we've booked a table at Da Shijie for tomorrow night at 8 o'clock. Before that, I have another dinner engagement, so you and Lang Lang can just eat something casual first. I'll be back home by 7:30 to pick you up. Also, Zhou Yueyue told me that you're working part-time at your school's TV station?"

  I said: "Hmm. Aren't you coming to school for a lecture next Wednesday? Our column group just came up with a plan and wanted to interview you, didn't expect you to be so busy..."

  He said: "Which column?"

  I said: "Academic wide angle."

  "He said, 'Alright, I know. There's new food in the fridge, don't eat instant noodles again. I'll be back very late tonight, no need to save dinner for me.' With that, he hung up the phone."

  I stared at the phone for half a day.

  I didn't want to keep his meal anyway? Is he implying that since I've moved in and the rent is so cheap, I should take care of his meals three times a day?

  I thought for half a day and felt that this was the only possibility left.