Chapter Fourteen

  We didn't end up going to see the house after all. I was taken back to the hospital, and the doctor did a CT scan, which surprisingly showed no problems at all. The doctor couldn't make any money from me, so he probably felt a bit regretful, and prescribed ten boxes of brain gold on the spot. Qin Mo didn't even raise an eyebrow, generously paying for it. I thought of that rare Korean drama "Love in Full Bloom" where none of the main characters had amnesia or terminal illnesses, and the male lead gave the female lead a ring. The female lead asked him how he bought the ring, if he let the salesperson help him pick out the most expensive one. The male lead replied, "Do you think I'm an idiot?" I told the salesperson miss to give me a magic ring that would never leave my hand as long as I liked it.

  That year, I was in high school, still secretly pining for Lin Qiao, and this line of dialogue moved me to tears. Today, out of the blue, I thought of it again, and suddenly felt that if one day Qin Mo were to buy a ring for his girlfriend, eighty percent 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 was proof enough. I rubbed my forehead and sighed inwardly, thinking what an idiot he really is. For the next three days, Qin Mo was very busy. His plan to find time to look at houses couldn't be realized for a while. And Yan Lang finally got out of the hospital. Zhou Yueyue said: "A famous architect should be this busy, according to the magazine, Qin Mo came to our city mainly for the design work of the Provincial Museum of Astronomy, and next Wednesday he will also give a lecture at our school.

  I looked surprised. Zhou Yueyue said, "You don't know what's going on, you haven't been to school for several days!" Yan Lang suddenly interrupted, "What are you talking about? Are you talking about how he corrupted Zheng Mingming?" Zhou Yueyue sighed, "Young man, don't be so extreme, this is just like father and son ***, too immoral." Yan Lang and I were both shocked, Yan Lang's eyes widened, and I was stunned. Zhou Yueyue looked at our expressions, scratched his head, and said, "Father and son *** liking the same girl at the same time, isn't that father and son ***?" Yan Lang speechlessly said, "Girl, you're too cultured." The first thing I did when I returned to school was to go to the school TV station to report.

  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 institution 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 by text message for "TUTV's Most Favorite TV Program". The column I'm in is called "Academic Horizon", which is notorious for its low ratings. Unless there's some behind-the-scenes manipulation, it's impossible to be selected, and indeed, it has never been selected before. However, this year, the head of our column group had his girlfriend stolen by the head of the neighboring column "Music Voice", and he vowed to take revenge, planning to start from small things. The first step is to snatch the title of "TUTV's Most Favorite TV Program" from "Music Voice", which has won it for three consecutive years, no matter what the cost.

  As I stepped into the office, I just heard the boss say: "The academic event that attracts the attention of the majority of students is what our column should focus on. Don't you guys check the campus BBS? What kind of planning are they proposing! Don't you know that the hottest topic recently is Qin Mo's lecture next Wednesday?" One of my colleagues, puffing on his pen, said: "I actually don't get it, when Mayday came to school for a concert last May, I didn't see students so excited. That discussion post about Qin Mo on BBS was covered with over 3,000 comments in just two days." Another colleague stretched out one hand with five fingers: "A 32-year-old master, young and promising, handsome and rich, and still unmarried."

  The girls are so crazy, but it's still understandable." Tongren's three weakly picked up the conversation: "So, boss, do you think someone like that would be willing to accept an interview from our humble school TV station?" The leader fell silent. Everyone was at a loss. Partner Yue suddenly turned his head and saw me, winking: "I've thought of a way, let Song use her charm! Call Qin Da Shi and tell him that if he accepts the interview, our female host will be his tonight!" I shuddered, feeling that the fact that Qin Mo was Yan Lang's godfather must not be exposed to anyone, and walked over to kick Yue. But the leader actually started thinking seriously. I broke out in a cold sweat, hastily reminding him: "We can't do this, it's illegal, if we get reported, we'll go to jail!"

  The head nodded and waved his hand: "It's okay, we're so far away from Zhongnanhai that the rule of law is definitely not sound." Chen Ying, the alternate hostess of this column, glanced at us. Chen Ying had always been at odds with Yue Lai, and by extension, she didn't get along with me either. Yue Lai and I tacitly sensed that she was about to speak up. And indeed she did: "Yan Song, don't worry, the head is just joking. Qin Mo has seen all sorts of women. Actually, you can go ask Jiang Tian for help, her dad is the principal, if he puts in a word with Qin Mo, there might be a 50% chance." Jiang Tian, the principal's daughter, was Chen Ying's friend from a younger generation, a sophomore majoring in broadcasting and television journalism.

  All the colleagues in our column have a deep impression of her. Her love for the broadcasting industry has reached an extreme level, but unfortunately, her family conditions are too good and do not meet the requirements of diligence and thriftiness, so she can only come to our column group to volunteer and do some trivial tasks such as dubbing. The head thought about it for half a day and felt that it was feasible. He immediately called Jiang Tian. Half an hour later, Jiang Tian, wearing a crimson coat and a dark gray woolen hat, pushed the door open and entered, looking pure, sweet, and seductive. It's already rare for a girl to have one of these three adjectives, but Jiang Tian has all three at the same time, which is even more unusual, making our male colleagues who haven't seen many women in their lives whistle collectively.

  Tou Er immediately said, "Don't tease Little Sister." After finishing speaking, he also couldn't help but whistle. Jiang Tian said, "My dad was a classmate of Qin Mo's when he studied in the US, and this time Qin Mo came to our school for a lecture was also invited by my dad, so it shouldn't be a big problem to ask him to do a program. However, if we succeed, can I be the host of this episode? ~~" Chen Ying immediately said, "Definitely no problem, as long as you can contact the person, right Tou Er?" Tou Er put on airs and said, "Our program is a serious academic program, the host needs to be knowledgeable, your yellow curly hair looks good but isn't knowledgeable enough."

  "Jiang Tian pulled on the sleeve of my shirt, shaking it and saying: "I'll go get my hair dyed back to its original color tonight and straighten it out, okay, big brother~~~~?" Lao Da had just gone through a breakup and was at his most vulnerable stage, easily susceptible to being taken advantage of. Faced with such sweet coquetry, he couldn't resist. He thought for a moment, pretending to ask for my opinion: "Cai Song, why don't you take two days off?" I understood what he meant and immediately agreed: "Okay, it just so happens that I need to spend more time taking care of my son these two days." Jiang Tian stuck out her tongue and said: "I'm really sorry, Cai Xue Jie." I was about to politely say "it's okay" when Yue suddenly said: "You're going home to take care of the kid, so tonight we'll just have to send Little Sweetheart to Qin Da Shi's bed."

  "I reflexively said, 'Don't come up with nonsense, our Little Sweet is on a pure and lovely path, besides Chen Ying also said that Qin Mo hasn't seen what kind of virgin.' Yuke thought for a moment, then turned to ask Jiang Tian: 'Hey, are you still a virgin?' Jiang Tian was stunned. Lao Tou immediately glared at Yuke: 'What are you saying? Is there such an old virgin?' At this point, all of us were stunned, and Jiang Tian almost cried. Lao Tou realized his mistake and quickly apologized: 'Sorry sorry, I meant to say is there such a young virgin, accidentally said it as old, sorry.' Yuke said: 'Great, after messing around for half the day you think she's not a virgin anymore.'"

  Jiang Tian was deeply stimulated and burst into tears. He was stunned for half a day, painfully holding his head and wondering where he had gone wrong. I comforted him by patting his shoulder: "Tou Er, don't be so direct when interacting with people." This time, I retreated to the backstage and worked overtime with my colleagues, finally completing 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: "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 finished speaking and hung up the phone before I could react. I dialed again, and Zhou Yueyue sounded impatient: "You don't need to resist anymore, Song Song. You can't resist anyway, it's all moved." She misunderstood me; I wasn't trying to resist, I just wanted to know the specific address of my new home.

  The new house was indeed near the school, a European-style old building with a strong sense of age, covered in ivy. It was said that Zhou Yueyue had helped pick it out, and the lighting was particularly good. The suite was adjacent to Qin Mo's place. Qin Mo had something to do, and after dropping off Zhou Yueyue and Yan Lang, he didn't even have time to drink a sip of water before leaving immediately.

  The house had three bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms, with an area of over 130 square meters. Before I returned, Yan Lang had run around the house several times, finally having his own room, and he looked very excited.

  This house reminds me of the scene at home before my mom went to jail, and for a moment I felt a little sentimental. It turns out that I am also a sentimental person who is easily moved by scenes. Compared to the one-bedroom apartment we used to live in, which was only 20 square meters, this one is seven times larger. I think it can still fit at least ten more people. 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, and you pay Qin Mo 700 yuan. You'll make a net profit of 2,300 yuan!" I lowered 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 Qin Mo to thank him, and after connecting, a female voice spoke in English, saying something that I didn't understand. I thought I had dialed 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."

  "I was stunned for a moment: "Who is Lolita? I'm not Lolita, sorry, I dialed the wrong number." The other party hurriedly said: "Miss, you didn't dial the wrong number, the caller ID indeed shows that you are lolita, you are Lolita." I thought this was strange, don't I know if I am Lolita or not? The other party said again: "Ah, the president is out, please wait." Three or four seconds later, Qin Mo's voice sounded: "Song Song?" I thought for a long time and felt incredulous: "How did I become lolita on your phone?" Qin Mo paused for a moment: "You don't like it?" Someone was talking in the background, I only understood one sentence - Stephen, which is Qin Mo's English name. He left the microphone to respond to something, then came back with a low voice saying: "Right, my family wants to meet Lang Lang, let's set it at Dashijie, tomorrow night at 8 o'clock."

  "Earlier I had a dinner appointment, you and Lang Lang can just eat something casual, I'll be back home at 7:30 to pick you up. Also, I heard from Zhou Yueyue that you're working part-time at your school's TV station?" I said: "Uh-huh. Aren't you coming to our school next Wednesday to give a lecture? Our program team just came up with a plan and wanted to interview you, didn't expect you to be so busy..." He asked: "Which program?" I replied: "Academic Angle." He said: "I know, there's new ingredients in the fridge, don't eat instant noodles again. Tonight I'll be back very late, no need to save my dinner." After saying that, he hung up the phone. I stared at the phone for half a day. I didn't even want to save his dinner in the first place? Is he implying that since I moved in and the rent is so cheap, I should take care of his meals three times a day? That's the only possibility."