mesbooks Chapter 9 A Snake in a Cup
Chapter 9 A Snake in a Cup
As expected, there wasn't one.
It was just an illusion after all.
Chu Kong breathed a long sigh of relief.
"By the way, Chu Kong, have you decided which club to join?" Ning Wantang brought up a new topic, breaking the awkward silence.
"A club?" Chu Kong was genuinely confused.
"Oh, your old school didn't have any clubs, right?"
"Yes."
"Because our school has many students with special talents, and many students who have already decided on their careers before the college entrance examination, the school has student-organized clubs and other clubs," Ning Wantang explained smoothly.
"But won't this affect my exam scores?" Chu Kong asked doubtfully. This was completely different from what he had imagined a school to be like.
Ning Wantang shook her head: "In this school, the value of ability is higher than that of academic performance."
After all, even the best grades are ultimately for the purpose of going to a better school to learn relevant professional knowledge, so why not directly cultivate professional knowledge?
For example, if you participate in the school's art club and receive unanimous approval from the school's leadership, the school will write you a letter of recommendation for your special talent, even if your exam results are not good.
According to the school, this is also a form of individualized education. If an artistic genius is denied admission to a higher education institution because of insufficient math scores, it would be a shortcoming of education.
Therefore, the school has a wide variety of clubs, including even cooking clubs and film clubs.
Chu Kong nodded and asked, "So, what kind of club are you in?"
Hearing this question, Ning Wantang felt a little embarrassed and lowered her head, tapping one foot on the ground: "I joined the guzheng club before, but I've left now."
Chu Kong asked in confusion, "Why?"
Ning Wantang's expression held a hint of melancholy: "Compared to the other members of the club, I am at best just a hobbyist."
They treated their profession with the same dedication, and their talent and effort far surpassed mine.
So, although they all eventually tried to persuade me to stay, I felt I wasn't good enough for the hard-working atmosphere of that club.
The atmosphere froze for a moment.
Chu Kong didn't know how best to persuade him.
Ning Wantang continued, "That's why I came to get your opinion. Maybe I'll have a flash of inspiration and choose the same club as you?"
Her eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"But I don't know which club is right for me. Aren't there any students in school who haven't joined any clubs?" Chu Kong hesitated.
"Of course there are. Only a few people have figured out what they want to do in their lives at such a young age. Most people choose to study in the library during club activities. That way, even if they haven't figured out what they want to do in the future, it's good to get good grades," Ning Wantang said.
Chu Kong nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "I'll think about it and let you know when I've made up my mind."
"Then I'll wait for your good news." Her smile was so bright in the afternoon sunlight.
Before Chu Kong could react, she had already hopped to the side, her face breaking into that signature, untroubled smile, and waved lightly at Chu Kong.
Immediately afterwards, she blinked her left eye quickly, as lightly as a butterfly flapping its wings, or like a star suddenly twinkling, with three parts cunning and seven parts intimacy.
She seemed to have thought of something, her cheeks flushed, and she fled from Chu Kong's gaze as if trying to escape.
The series of movements were executed in one smooth motion, and the breeze stirred up by the turn seemed to linger in the air, like a dancing flower.
Chu Kong's heartbeat became inexplicably disordered, and a certain indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.
He couldn't help but laugh.
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Yulan Middle School dismisses classes early in the evening, and students can choose to participate in club activities, go home, or study in the library.
Chu Kong chose to go home, citing feeling unwell.
He spent the afternoon in an ostrich-like state.
As soon as he entered the house, he couldn't wait to rush into the bathroom.
He hasn't adapted to the humid climate of the south yet.
But more importantly, he could finally use the "black box time" of showering to plan his first step.
As the live stream around the world began playing GG, Zhou Huaijin also answered Chu Kong's call.
"A day has passed, how do you feel?" Zhou Huaijin asked first.
"Teacher Zhou, I'm alright." Chu Kong greeted him, brushed off Zhou Huaijin's question, and eagerly asked, "Teacher, what are the rules for rewriting someone else's script?"
"That's easy. The main premise is that the plot can't be illogical. Apart from that, there's only one small problem." Zhou Huaijin kept everyone in suspense.
"What's the problem?" Chu Kong hurriedly asked.
Simply put, there are two types of actors who are involved in your life: those who are deeply involved and those who are superficially involved.
Deep involvement, simply put, means that the production company's personnel will fully comply with the production company's orders within the rules.
Shallow involvement means being a bystander who has no connection with the production company. If you want them to do something, you can only talk to them through the production company. The production company will offer a large enough price, and if they are willing to cooperate with the production company, they will be considered to be following the script.
But if they are unwilling to cooperate with the script, the production company has no way to do anything about it.
That's the only limitation you have when rewriting the script.
When the production company receives orders to rewrite the script, they'll only assume it's because the investors want to see that kind of storyline, and won't connect it to you.
Chu Kong nodded. This was within his expectations, after all, he couldn't possibly become the master of this world.
"So, whose script do you want to rewrite?" Zhou Huaijin asked.
Chu Kong pondered for a moment: "I'd like to know, was Ning Wantang a deep participant?"
"Yes." Zhou Huaijin's answer did not surprise Chu Kong, but upon hearing it, his heart sank.
"What's her script?" Chu Kong asked, taking a deep breath.
On the other end of the phone, Zhou Huaijin was unusually silent for a few seconds.
For those few seconds, only a faint electrical hum came through the receiver, like a venomous snake crawling across a dead leaf.
"In principle, I have no right to see the production company's arrangements for the character script. I can only convey your changes to the script to the production company, so I shouldn't have known this information."
He continued, "However, I happened to see her file, so I only happened to know her script."
"What is it?" Chu Kong asked impatiently.
"Approaching transfer student Chu Kong."
She plays a kind, cheerful girl of the same age who harbors a vague affection for him.
Make him trust you, get used to you, and eventually... fall in love with you.
As instructed by the production company, the relationship ultimately "broke down."
Zhou Huaijin spoke slowly, his tone seemingly full of mockery.
wow-
Chu Kong's razor slipped from his palm, hitting the tile and splashing water.
The warm water continued to pound against his head and shoulders, but it couldn't dispel the chill that ran through his bones.
It felt like falling into an ice cave.