reverse trapping

Qin Yi failed to convince Cheng Muze, so he went back to class not long after.

Cheng Mu waited for a long time, but Fang Shuo came back before the consultant's news came.

The exchange courses arranged by the school only have a few class hours, and this time is already the last class.

Fang Shuo is not very energetic, mainly not because he is too tired in class, but because they are not going well in their activities.

The two sat around in front of the computer, looking at the tweet, lost in thought.

Cheng Mu has studied finance for five years. Although his studies are sloppy, he can roughly understand the problem.

He was a little confused, after all, he didn't know how much Fang Shuo would accept his proposal.

While he was thinking, Fang Shuo's cell phone beeped several times.

Fang Shuo turned on the phone, his expression froze for a moment, and then he suddenly became excited: "Mu Ze, Mu Ze, someone is here, suddenly a lot of people added me, so it turns out that they just have too long a reflex arc?"

Faced with this unreasonable situation, Cheng Mu was a little confused.

Just as he was about to talk to Fang Shuo, a message was received on his phone.

Take you to escape: "picture."

It's Qin Yi.

Cheng Mu opened the screenshot of the Qzone - it was the school's confession wall account, and the submission sent more than ten minutes ago was still fresh, and the content was exactly what they were doing this time.

Take you to escape: "You and Mr. Shen get along well."

Take you to escape: "It's awesome to be able to ask him to send you an advertisement."

Is the contribution sent by Mr. Shen?

Thinking about it, Cheng Mu received another seven or eight screenshots from Qin Yi.

The confession wall has already expanded some other functions, and recruitment-style submissions are not beyond the scope.

Shen Jinzhi integrated the content of their tweets, highlighted the core highlights and advantages, and added appropriate hunger marketing methods to gain enough attention.

In addition, Professor Shen himself, who contributed the manuscript, is also full of gimmicks, which instantly brought huge traffic to the event.

Hearing Fang Shuo's excited typing, Cheng Mu pursed his lips.

He opened the chat dialog box with Professor Shen, and sent a message: "Mr. Shen, I saw the confession wall, is it convenient to make a phone call?"

Cheng Mu was still at a loss for words when Shen Jinzhi's phone call came.

He took a long breath and picked up the phone.

"sorry."

A low-pitched apology reached Cheng Muze's ears, choking his words that were about to come to his mouth.

Cheng Mu was stunned, completely out of the situation.

On the other end of the phone, Shen Jinzhi continued: "I know that you are ashamed to incorporate commercial methods into your love, but the first order of business is very important to you, and I did it on my own initiative. It's my fault, and it's not your violation of ideals."

Cheng Muze's heart seemed to be pinched.

If it was before, he would indeed have decided that this was an act of money corroding ideals.But these three years of running around made him deeply understand a truth - no ideal can float in the clouds but still dream of shining in the world.

In the information age, it has become more and more difficult to discover the "wine fragrance hidden in the deep alley". If the information cannot stand out from the crowd in a short period of time, it will quickly sink.

He understood this truth, so even if Shen Jinzhi didn't do it, he would think of other ways.

He knows his goal and will always keep his original intention. What he needs to ensure is that these two points do not deviate from each other, rather than being picky about the form.

Cheng Mu smiled lightly: "In fact, the original intention of this project is to help some future professional photographers avoid detours. But if no one is willing to participate in this matter, then these ideas will really become It's empty talk. So... thank you, that's what I want to say to you."

There was a long silence on the other side, so long that Cheng Mu thought the call was disconnected.

Cheng Mu took the phone away, confirmed that the display on the screen was still in the middle of the call, and then said again: "I will probably be busy recently, and the favor owed to you can only be repaid after the festival. The store should be very lively recently. If Teacher Shen is not busy, you can also come to the store to have a look."

After finishing the polite words, Cheng Mu was about to end the call, but Shen Jinzhi answered.

He then asked, "Where is your store?"

Cheng Mu didn't expect Shen Jinzhi to take it seriously, but since he asked, he could only tell the address.

For a long time after hanging up the phone, Cheng Mu didn't understand why Shen Jinzhi wanted to come to the studio.

In terms of excitement, Teacher Shen has classes every day and can meet many people every day.

In terms of location, the photographer's studio is really worthless.

However, time did not allow Cheng Mu to continue thinking, and Fang Shuo was obviously overwhelmed.

On the same day, Cheng Muze and Fang Shuo conducted a preliminary screening of the applicants who were going to sign up, and there were only twenty or so people who arranged for in-store consultation tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Cheng Muze and Fang Shuo sat in the studio and waited.

The long-planned matter was finally put on the agenda, and both of them were very energetic.

But they did not expect that many people came to the site for consultation without an appointment.The situations of these people are different, and the conversation has not ended until the evening.

Before they knew it, the sky had darkened, and the last person finally left.

The two overdrawn people were lying on the table, not wanting to get up at all.

At this moment, the bell at the door rang again.

"Can I still sign up now?"

Cheng Mu slowly got up from the table, his figure was a little sluggish: "I'll be there first today—"

And when he saw who it was, he stopped talking immediately.

"Teacher Shen?"

Hearing that it was Mr. Shen coming, Fang Shuo got up too.

A moment after greeting Mr. Shen, Fang Shuo received a call from his cousin.

In a few words, Fang Shuo regained his lost spirit.He hastily bid farewell to the two, and left the studio briskly.

The evening wind crept in quietly through the door, briefly causing the airflow to fluctuate, and then quickly disappeared in silence.

There were only the two of them left in the house.

Shen Jinzhi looked at the chair facing Cheng Muze across the desk, and asked, "Can I sit here?"

"Yes, yes."

Shen Jinzhi sat down, the chair rubbed against the ground, making a slight sound.

He raised his hand to lift the bag he was holding and put it on the table in front of Cheng Muze.

"I still have to delay you for a while, otherwise, have dinner first?"

Through the thin plastic bag, a burst of salty fragrance came faintly.Cheng Mu's eyes lit up: "Is this the 'memory taste' fried noodles?"

Shen Jinzhi nodded.

"and this."

Shen Jinzhi put one hand on the table and spread out his palm.

The warm red light reflected from the candy paper faintly diffused into Shen Jinzhi's deep eyes, illuminating those eyes that even the light could not penetrate.

Like the sparks lit in the dark night wilderness, the loneliness is so deep.

Cheng Muze's heartbeat seemed to pause for a second, and then bounced back in a desperate manner.

He swallowed, avoiding Shen Jinzhi's gaze, opened the takeaway, and stirred it well.

The noodles are slightly steaming, and even the cucumbers are crispy, as if they were just cooked.

Cheng Mu ate and ate, only to belatedly realize that there was no carrot in today's fried noodles.

I don't know if I'm hungry or nervous because of embarrassment, but the bowl of noodles soon bottomed out.

He took the tissue from Shen Jinzhi, not knowing what to say.

Show him around the studio?

Cheng Mu raised his eyes and met Shen Jinzhi's smiling eyes.

"Can I participate in the activities you organize?"

An unexpected remark.

"Are you kidding me?"

"I know you have requirements, and you want fewer people." Shen Jinzhi crossed his fingers, "Why don't you talk to me before making plans?"

Only then did Cheng Mu realize that Shen Jinzhi was talking about delaying for a while because of this matter.

He confirmed to Shen Jinzhi: "Are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Shen Jinzhi paused slightly, "Then I need to be more serious."

His eyes locked on the camera bag not far away: "Do you need to create on-site?"

"No no." Cheng Mu blinked bluntly, "If you want to go, we are sure to welcome you at any time."

Shen Jinzhi helped the frame of the mirror, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I mean, go through the back door?"

"It doesn't count." Cheng Mu shook his head, "The time you helped me in class, I have seen your level, and it is more than enough to participate in this activity."

But Shen Jinzhi didn't seem to understand his phone call at all, and said to himself: "Understood, it means that you have to pay the same price for going through the back door."

"?" Cheng Mu licked his lips, trying to repeat what he said just now, "I mean—"

"I agree." Shen Jinzhi took his hands off the table, "With me, you can do whatever you want."

Cheng Mu was shocked.

Is it okay to say something like this casually?

He opened his mouth, his tongue was a little rough: "What, what?"

Shen Jinzhi repeated: "I said, I can help you with whatever you want."

Sounds a lot more normal.

Cheng Mu breathed a sigh of relief, but not completely.

He felt that his illness seemed to be a little more serious, and it had reached the point where it radiated from the nervous system to the auditory system.

Looks like he'll have to talk to Dr. Jiang again.

That day, he went home with Shen Jinzhi.

It was not until before going to bed that Cheng Mu remembered that the question he had asked the consultant had not been answered.

Once the problem was solved, he simply stopped asking.

As soon as he sent out the sentence "I don't need it for now", the other party was typing.

A few seconds later, he received a reply: "Then I wish you all the best."

... really pick a time to go to work.

After several days of busy work, Cheng Muze and Fang Shuo finally decided on the final candidate for this event.

On the day of preparing to leave, Qin Yi came to the studio crying again.

"You really don't want to bring me and my goddess?"

"What do you think?" Cheng Mu asked.

"Just because I don't understand photography?" Qin Yi pointed angrily at Wan Weiduo's name on the list, "What about him? Isn't Fang Shuo's cousin the big boss? I don't think he knows where the shutter is?"

"Hmm... Boss Wan has paid for the entire cost of this event."

"..." Qin Yi rolled his eyes, "The evil money ability."

Cheng Mu took the list from his hand, and said earnestly: "The place we are going to is not suitable for traveling, and we have to get up before sunrise, do you think it is appropriate to take the two of you there?"

These words completely convinced Qin Yi, he shrugged helplessly: "All right, then I'll wait for you to come back."

The minibus is parked on the side of the road in front of the store, which is also the side entrance of Jinsong University.

The meeting time was approaching, and almost everyone had arrived. After finishing the final cleanup, Cheng Mu got into the car.

The minibus was not full, and Cheng Mu was looking for an empty seat as he walked forward.

"Hello."

There was a clear female voice behind him.

Cheng Mu turned around and saw a slightly familiar girl.

"My name is Tang Luo, you can call me Luo Luo." The girl said half-promptly, "We met before, at the noodle shop near the school."

Cheng Mu thought for a long time before he remembered that she should be the girl who sat opposite Shen Jin when he went to the noodle restaurant to spy on Shen Jin last time, and she was the best friend of Goddess Qin Yi.

He raised a polite smile: "Hello, Luo... classmate."

The girl pursed her lips and snickered, and vacated a seat inside: "Sit here with me, there just happens to be an empty seat."

Cheng Muze had only uttered one syllable of the word "good", and a light woody fragrance suddenly passed behind him.

A force grabbed his wrist, forcing him to retreat, but Cheng Mu stopped his feet and accidentally bumped into an embrace.

Behind him, Shen Jinzhi's voice came slowly: "Ah Ze, didn't you agree to sit with me?"

The author says:

Turn on jealous mode.

I have something to do today, I'm really sorry!late