Lin Nianhe was truly drunk.
She leaned on the shoulder of Sie Yufei, who had stumbled back over, and blabbered whatever ca to her mind: "Fourth Brother, I’m laying it out here today, if you shoot a film in the future, I’ll invest in it, any amount works, what I don’t lack at all is money!"
Fourth Sie giggled foolishly: "Really? Then it’s settled, you provide the money, I make the films."
"Exactly, and then we’ll do a 30/70 split!" Lin Nianhe slapped his shoulder, "And if you dare to go back on your word—let tell you, my boyfriend is fierce! I’ll have him beat you up!"
"Ah? How, how fierce?" Sie Yufei, who had already forgotten what fear was, kept laughing stupidly without end, "I don’t believe it, my eldest brother is also very fierce, he hits like I’m his grandson."
"My boyfriend will hit you like you’re his great-grandson!"
"Ah... that’s really fierce."
"There you go!"
Su Yuncheng, who had unfortunately heard the entire conversation, was silently speechless.
Every ti his girlfriend opened and closed her little mouth, he got himself a son out of nowhere.
He smiled helplessly and caught a glimpse of Niuwa’s eyes full of pleas for help.
Clearing his throat, he reached out to pull Lin Nianhe: "Nianhe, let’s go ho, it’s ti to go to bed."
"Huh?"
When Lin Nianhe turned her head and saw him, she was delighted, grabbed his neck in one go, and boasted to Sie Yufei: "Look, my boyfriend, isn’t he handso!"
"Mm-hmm," Sie Yufei continued to laugh foolishly, "Handso."
Seeing Sie Yufei’s state, Su Yuncheng wasn’t worried that he would rember Lin Nianhe’s drunken words.
He wanted to take Lin Nianhe ho, but she let go of him and turned to continue chatting with Wang Shui and Wen Lan, no matter how much he tugged, she wouldn’t budge.
As there was no other choice, Su Yuncheng signaled Niuwa to go ho first and then sat down next to Lin Nianhe, also drinking the alcohol that was in front of her.
"Co on, Sister Shui, Sister Lan, bottoms up!"
Lin Nianhe lifted her empty liquor bowl, bumped it against theirs properly, then tilted her head and pretended to drink very convincingly.
Those two were also quite tipsy, and they did not realize Lin Nianhe’s bowl was empty.
Lin Nianhe didn’t notice herself either.
...
The next day.
Beijing, Qiann.
Elder Ji paced back and forth, asking: "Are you sure the top scorer nationwide is Nianhe?"
Ji Mingyi nodded repeatedly: "It’s confird, 399 points, she applied for Peking University and has been admitted already."
"Phew..."
Elder Ji let out a long sigh of relief: "That settles it then, definitely no issues."
After pausing for a mont, he asked again: "What about Su Yuncheng? Didn’t he also take the college entrance exam?"
"Brother Cheng got 368, also Peking University," Ji Mingyi took the chance to add, "But Uncle Sie’s Laosi doesn’t seem to have done well."
"That kid... I rember him, every ti Sie Zhe ntions this youngest son, he just shakes his head and sighs." Elder Ji chuckled and said, "It doesn’t matter, he can take the exams next year, it’s good for young people to encounter so detours in life."
Elder Ji now felt elated, as if he had found his successor.
"Did you ask them what majors they’re studying?" Elder Ji was joyful for a while and then rembered sothing more important.
"I didn’t get to ask," Ji Mingyi rubbed his face, as if he had just been through a tough battle, "Grandpa, all the universities are incredibly busy, I couldn’t even step through the door, and I got this news by inquiring around in the compound."
"Tsk."
Elder Ji glanced at Ji Mingyi as if to question: What use are you?
He thought for a mont, then looked at the ti, considering that the other party should have so free ti now, he dialed a number.
"Mm, Binghui, what major is Nianhe studying?"
On the other end of the phone, Comrade Old Lin felt inexplicably guilty.
He cleared his throat and said sowhat vaguely: "Physics."
"What did you say?" Elder Ji’s voice suddenly shot up eight octaves.
"Phy, physics..."
Elder Ji: "..."
After stewing for ten seconds, Elder Ji exploded.
"Who chose her major? A young lady runs off to study physics? Is this reasonable, reasonable, reasonable at all! Wait, that’s wrong, I had already made arrangents with them, to get her into the Spanish Studies Departnt! How could such a ss happen?"
Mr. Lin: "Uh... Nianhe didn’t take English..."
Elder Ji: "..."
The little girl had made it clear to him that she didn’t want to pursue a career in diplomacy.
At this mont, Comrade Old Lin rembered the wolf cub who snatched away his daughter and hurriedly pulled soone into the conversation to divert attention: "Elder, Su Yuncheng majored in international politics."
This piece of news sowhat soothed Elder Ji’s wounded heart.
He let out a long sigh and hung up the phone.
Ji Mingyi watched his grandfather’s expression, not daring to speak, and silently poured him a cup of tea.
"Let it be, a lon forcibly twisted off the vine is not sweet... Anyway, I’m not the only one who couldn’t win over the person of interest."
Elder Ji comforted himself in this way.
Foreign Trade Departnt.
An hour earlier, Minister Huang had the misfortune of hearing that Lin Nianhe had been admitted to Peking University’s Physics Departnt.
He smoked half a pack of cigarettes and still couldn’t figure out what on earth this kid was thinking.
Not studying Economics, Spanish, Literature, History, Philosophy, but Physics?
What’s so good about Physics?
He had attended a Physics lecture once—slept splendidly through it.
But Minister Huang’s life had never known retreat, and giving up was even more out of the question.
He said to his secretary: "I think our Foreign Trade Departnt particularly needs physics talents, you know what I an, right?"
Secretary: "Minister, I understand, but this... it probably won’t work."
"How co it won’t work?"
"It just won’t work in every way."
"..."
Lin Nianhe guessed that her choice of major must have caused a stir in Beijing.
But she presently had neither the ability nor the desire to care about that; what she cared more about was—
"Cough cough, I have two questions right now."
"First, Sie Yufei must have gotten drunk before I did, right? He shouldn’t rember telling him that no matter how much his film cost, I would invest in it, right?"
"Second, what’s the deal with this big bump on my forehead? Ouch...it hurts!"
Lin Nianhe, holding a small mirror, grimaced as she applied dicine to her forehead.
Right in the center of her forehead was a swelling the size of a quail egg, and it hurt dreadfully even when she frowned.
Wang Shui sat on the kang (a traditional Chinese bed) still swinging unconsciously, and countered: "You told Sie Yufei those words? Have you gone mad?"
Wen Lan’s eyes were glazed, she glanced at Lin Nianhe and replied lazily: "Silly girl... don’t you know how you bumped yourself?"
Lin Nianhe: "I don’t know."
Her mory only reached up to the part where she babbled with Sie Yufei.
She had no recollection of what happened afterward.
After a pause, she said: "Never mind, it doesn’t matter if Sie Yufei rembers, I’ve already forgotten."
Wang Shui yawned and burrowed back into the blankets: "You’re really destructive."
Actually, none of the three of them rembered how they got back yesterday; anyway, when they woke up today, all three were on the sa kang.
After Lin Nianhe finished applying the dicine, she rubbed her stomach: "I’m hungry... Sister Shui, shall we go cook?"
Wang Shui turned over, back facing her: "I’m not going. Whoever’s hungry should cook."
Lin Nianhe then looked towards Wen Lan.
Wen Lan also turned over.
Thinking it over, Lin Nianhe felt she was still young, she wouldn’t die from missing one al.
She simply lay back down too.
"Gurgle gurgle gurgle—"
Lin Nianhe listlessly sat up: "Never mind, I’ll go cook."
Wang Shui and Wen Lan let out victorious cheers.
The next second, there was a knock at the door:
"Are you guys awake? Lunch is ready."
It was Su Yuncheng’s voice.
This ti, it was Lin Nianhe’s turn to cheer.
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