A roommate once asked Qu Fulan why she seems so average elsewhere and has difficulty communicating with people, but can focus entirely on design, speak confidently and generously.
Qu Fulan couldn’t quite explain the reason. If she knew, she wouldn’t have such a hard ti communicating with people normally.
Take now for instance, right after she finished talking about her design, she imdiately beca tense, her small face tightened, and her posture turned awkward. Where did her earlier confidence and ease go?
Such a noticeable change made others feel quite regretful. Such a beautiful girl with a good performance, but once off stage, she was like a completely different person. Sigh.
What originally would have been high marks now got reduced to average.
But actually, the standards of these people were a bit high. The performances of the other four girls also fell short of usual, after all, the setting was different, and everyone was nervous.
Unlike the other four responsible figures, Pei Ji’an was not so strict. He smiled, and that smile was like a beam of light piercing through heavy mist, brightening everyone’s mood.
"No need to be nervous. You are the representatives chosen by the school, inherently more capable than many. Entrusting this project to you is reassuring. Now we need to discuss your designs, please wait in the reception room for a mont."
Such friendly and considerate words indeed filled the girls’ hearts with gratitude, easing their nerves as they followed Special Assistant Zhang out.
The girls had just sat down and taken a sip of coffee when Special Assistant Zhang ca over and called one of the girls’ nas, asking her to step outside for a mont.
It wasn’t long before she returned, but was arranged to sit in the front hall, separated from the reception room, probably to prevent anyone from asking her questions.
The interviews happened one at a ti, and Qu Fulan was the last. She thought she’d face questions from five people, but upon entering, she found only President Pei, holding her design draft.
Qu Fulan was a bit surprised.
Honestly, if it hadn’t been for the grand setup initially showing her President Pei’s friendliness, she might have been so nervous now she wouldn’t know what to do. By comparison, with fewer interviewers, she subconsciously sighed in relief.
This clear change in deanor naturally did not escape Pei Ji’an’s notice. The man smiled again and pointed to a seat beside him, "Sit."
Qu Fulan quickly obeyed and sat down properly, much like a student attentively listening to a teacher’s lesson.
Pei Ji’an was flipping through her design, and when he looked up, he saw her large eyes gazing at him, with her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings amidst flowers, very beautiful.
Her gaze was clear and pure, with all her emotions openly displayed in her eyes, undisguised, allowing one to see clearly, very genuine.
Why do so children easily win people’s hearts? It’s because the innocence adults have lost can be found in children, hence they like them.
And as a person grows, they beco complex and profound with changing environnts, making them hard to fathom. Nobody likes a person that’s hard to fathom.
In an environnt like Pei Ji’an’s, he’s seen all kinds of people, yet Qu Fulan left a deep impression on him. No other reason, from the first glance, he felt she was as pure and beautiful as a blank sheet of paper.
A sight not easily forgotten.
"Your design is very good. Do you have the confidence to design costus for Supporting Role No. 1?" he asked.
Supporting Role No. 1 is the sidekick next to the main character, like a maid, with more screen ti. It’s a role everyone wants to compete for.
His words carried two anings: one, her design was good, and two, he wanted her to design costus for an important role. Qu Fulan’s heart was both excited and shy. It’s not that no one had praised her designs before, but praise from others was different. This was the President of Pei Family, a significant figure, so it was different. Her face quickly turned red, but now wasn’t the ti to be shy, so she quickly mustered her courage, nodded firmly, "I have confidence!"
When it cos to design, her beloved field, she never lacks confidence.
Pei Ji’an nodded, noticing she was still nervous. He pushed the docunts in front of her, "These are two copies of the contract. After signing, you can leave."
Once the contract is signed, it won’t change easily. Filled with excitent, Qu Fulan signed her na, then earnestly bade farewell to the important figure and turned to leave the eting room.
Only when she got downstairs did she find out the other four girls had left a while ago, took the school bus, and chatted as they walked, completely forgetting about her. The driver was only responsible for driving, didn’t notice anything else, and figured everyone was there when they got on, so he drove off.
It wasn’t intentional neglect; they really hadn’t noticed her.
Upon finding out the school bus didn’t wait for her, Qu Fulan only felt lonely for a mont, then it was fine.
So things, after happening many tis, beco a normalcy.
Given her introverted personality, except for close friends, others easily overlook her.
Even her friends initially often overlooked her, because she seed like a transparent person without presence in others’ eyes.
Making a stunning first impression isn’t a capability; continually stunning people is. She doesn’t have that ability, so just does what needs to be done, like now, she should find a taxi back.
Just as she picked up her phone, a black sedan stopped in front of her, the window rolled down, revealing the driver. Wasn’t it President Pei?
Qu Fulan instinctively thought the contract had issues. Hastily, she bent slightly, with her big eyes wide, looked at him nervously, "President Pei, is there sothing?"
One look at her expression and Pei Ji’an could tell what she was thinking, finding it amusing. Nowadays, people who wear their hearts on their sleeves aren’t many.
"Are you trying to get a taxi? Why didn’t you leave with the others?" he asked.
Qu Fulan felt a bit awkward being asked. Knowing she’d been forgotten was one thing but letting others know was another. Yet she’s not good at lying, didn’t know how to answer, and got stumped.
Pei Ji’an didn’t need an answer, or perhaps he already knew it.
"Get in, I just need to handle so business around T University."
Qu Fulan quickly waved her hands, "No need for the trouble, no need for the trouble, President Pei’s matters are important, you go ahead, don’t worry about , I’m in no rush to return to school."
"It’s no trouble, just en route, get in."
With words so earnest, refusing again would seem ungrateful, so with great reluctance, Qu Fulan got in the car.
It’s true, she was unwilling to take the boss’s car, if she were a social butterfly it wouldn’t scare her, but with her reserved personality, she didn’t know what to say in the boss’s car. How awkward!
If Special Assistant Zhang were there, having one more person would ease the awkwardness, but there were only the two of them. She couldn’t sit in the back, only in the front passenger seat.
Truly the utmost tension and awkwardness.
To ease the awkwardness, as soon as Qu Fulan got in the car, she began desperately thinking of topics to talk about.
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