I can't live, I can't afford to die

Fang Yizhe waved his hand lazily: "You say what you want, leave me alone, I'll take a nap for a while."

Everyone seemed to understand the strangeness, no one really paid attention to him, they just looked at Xiao Chun.

Liang Shiwei threw a notebook with a cowhide cover and gave Xiao Chun a pen: "You don't have an assistant yet, so write down some things yourself."

"Oh." Xiao Chun responded, holding on to the pen and opening the notebook to listen to what Liang Shiwei had to say.

In fact, Xiao Chun guessed about the content of the meeting early in the morning, and it was nothing more than setting an operation for his debut and launching a marketing plan.

But he didn't expect that the arrangements would be so cumbersome, and he would have to learn so many things.

At the beginning, he still carefully memorized, clothing collocation is with Mr. X, precautions 1234; line practice is with Mr. X, precautions 1234; physical performance is with Mr. X, precautions 1234...

Gradually, the essence of Xiao Chun's scumbag was revealed. The words on the notebook became less and less, and the handwriting became more and more blurred. He just subconsciously stuck to the pen to draw on the notebook, and his thoughts no longer knew where to go.

Liang Shiwei was sitting next to him, very close, his shaking legs would touch his legs from time to time, every time Xiao Chun's heart beat tight, like a poor student who was afraid of being discovered by the teacher, he pretended to wave He started to write with the pen, but covered the notebook with the other hand, worried that someone would see the unidentified notes.

Liang Shiwei has been talking, unhurried and methodical, planning and arranging every aspect one by one.

Xiao Chun had never heard so many words from Liang Shiwei.After listening to it for a long time, I actually felt that the hoarse smoke sounded very pleasant.

Each end sound will be hoarse for a short moment, like the small tail of the voice diverging, which makes people have inexplicable reverie.

Yu Guangzhong is Liang Shiwei's side face, his jaw line is tense, and his masseter muscles will be obvious when he is biting a cigarette.

Xiao Chun lowered his eyelids, peeking at Liang Shiwei, along the jaw line, there was that layer of bluish stubble...

Suddenly one hand raised his middle finger and tapped twice on the table in front of him, scaring Xiao Chun cleverly, and snapped the notebook shut.

He turned his head and stared at Liang Shiwei in astonishment and panic.

Liang Shiwei rolled his eyelids and looked at him: "Have you written everything down?"

Xiao Chun was at a loss: "Huh?" Then he realized, "Oh..."

There was laughter by the window, Fang Yizhe was overjoyed: "Liang, you have to give him an assistant, this kid is too confused."

Liang Shiwei still pointed to Xiao Chun: "With him now, there is no need to invest in assistants."

Fang Yizhe curled his lips: "Capitalist." Then he asked Liang Shiwei, "Have you done your identity?"

Liang Shiwei nodded: "Basically nothing has been changed, just the same. The school was too helpless, so it gave him a new certificate of student status at the Film and Television University. It just so happened that at his age, it can be said that he came out of the school for an internship."

Fang Yizhe was disdainful: "Who cares which university you are from? Isn't it the skin on your body?" Seeing that Liang Shiwei ignored him, he asked again: "What is this kid's name now?"

Liang Shiwei tapped the table with his middle finger: "Xiao Xiao."

Fang Yizhe smacked his lips: "Tsk, the name is so festive." In a blink of an eye, he asked Xiao Chun, "Child, Mr. Liang makes you smile every day. Do you like it?"

Xiao Chun doesn't care whether he likes it or not. The name is just a symbol. What's more, there are very few people who think he will call him by his name.

From now on, he will be Xiao Xiao.

When Xiao Xiao left the meeting room, his mind was still getting used to his new name, and he didn't remember the notebook that almost merged with the black marble desktop.

Walking in the aisle, thinking that there are so many teachers who are going to meet one by one, he just nodded hurriedly in the conference room, now Xiao Xiao thinks back, which teacher's surname is what, what he teaches, he is completely confused. Foggy.

You have to study your notes carefully.

Notes... Where's the notebook?Xiao Xiao patted his whole body, only to remember that the notebook he had abandoned was still in the conference room.

I hurried back and opened the door. Except for a cleaning lady who was cleaning the tables and chairs, everything else was clean at a glance, and there was no trace of a notebook.