Jun Yan and Yan Wang woke up and kicked their little legs, ready to go find their mother.
They happened to co across Butler Zhong, who was gently closing the door, and he made a shushing gesture with his hand, "Young masters, Miss Yan is resting, let’s not disturb her for now."
"What’s wrong with my mom?" Jun Yan imdiately asked with concern.
"She must have been busy with work last night," Butler Zhong gently handed the two little ones his phone, "She sent a ssage at six this morning, asking not to disturb her before noon."
Yan Wang realized, "Mom must have gone to practice calligraphy secretly."
Jun Yan scratched his head, "Practice what calligraphy?"
"Her teacher is coming over."
Yan Wang reached out and pulled his brother downstairs, explaining as they walked, "Didn’t Grandpa Jiang say last night that the teachers coming to the training camp were Mom’s teachers from before? Mom probably didn’t want to disappoint her teacher and practiced calligraphy all night to catch up."
"Oh," Jun Yan showed an expression of sudden realization.
Then he muttered, "Can’t she practice during the day?"
Yan Wang couldn’t think of a reason either, pondered for a mont, "Maybe... Mom has more inspiration at night?"
But that wasn’t it.
It was just that Yan Yueqing had simply forgotten!
She had grown accustod to thinking that night was the best ti to practice calligraphy without disturbance.
She didn’t consider that in the space, ti was always multiplied by ten, so morning and evening made no difference at all!
Even if she was busy and people ca to disturb her every hour, translated into the space’s ti, she would only need to co out once every ten hours on average, which was totally acceptable.
Yan Yueqing also realized this after waking up and whispered to herself, "I really am a pig..."
Then she went downstairs for lunch and hurriedly had Butler Zhong take her to the training camp.
Zhongxing’s live broadcast had been on all morning, and the artists had been working in the fields since early morning. By nine o’clock, they had all entered the constructed site for training.
There were fewer people in the early hours, but after nine-thirty, the live room gradually filled up.
[Hey, the training camp tents Zhongxing set up are not bad, huh? I saw they were just a bunch of steel fras yesterday, and I thought they were setting up small tents, but when I looked today, it’s barely different from those indoor photography studios.]
[It’s good to have money. Such tents would take a month to build in our place; how did Zhongxing manage to set it up overnight?]
[Ceiling lights, the sturdy wide steel fras, and what’s that white machine on the sides? Air conditioning?]
[The staff just introduced it, it’s the new concept air conditioner provided by Nianxing Technology, a badass device that converts solar thermal energy into electrical energy! Look, it’s nearly 40° outside now, but inside this breezy tent, the temperature is only 26°!]
[Aweso! It reminds of that outdoor air conditioning system in Dubai, where giant umbrellas pop up when it gets hot, and underneath is all air-conditioned cool breeze!]
[Yes, yes, yes, upstairs knows! I heard it’s based on that principle.]
People initially ca in wanting to see the artists of Zhongxing in a disheveled state, sweating buckets learning in the tent after toiling in the fields, but they were unexpectedly living so comfortably that many felt envious.
[Wuu wuu wuu, I’m so jealous of Zhongxing’s artists! They have air conditioning even outdoors, and our dorms won’t install air conditioning!]
[Where are the teachers from Gentleman’s Six Arts? Why haven’t they co yet? If they don’t arrive soon, Soaring Sky Studio is about to start broadcasting!]
[Why isn’t Yan Yueqing here today?]
[She’s a special guest, right? She cos when she wants, goes when she wants.]
As they were discussing, soone in the screen shouted, "Yan Yueqing is here!"
Everyone was moving tables and distributing tools, preparing to welco the teacher who was coming to train in the afternoon. Hearing this, they turned around and greeted Yan Yueqing with smiles.
"Sorry, I’m a bit late," Yan Yueqing said proactively, "Are you moving stuff? Let help you with that."
Saying so, she imdiately squeezed into the crowd and busied herself along with everyone else.
There were twenty-four sets of heavy tables and chairs, made of so kind of wood that was seriously hefty.
After arranging them in ranks of four by six, the staff brought over boxes and began distributing Brush, Ink, Paper and Inkstone to everyone.
Each person received a set of the Four Treasures of the Study, which felt substantial in hand.
The cara crew moved in closer to take a close-up shot of these items.
The comnts exploded instantly!
[No way? Are you guys actually using Hui ink?]
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