When Xinyan returned to school for classes, she heard from Jiang Peiqin that someone had moved into the empty bed in room 307.0 next door.
Xinyan was a bit puzzled and said, "University, you can join midway?"
Jiang Peiqin glanced outside: "I heard she came back from abroad."
Upon hearing this, Xinyan understood right away, probably some young lady from a big family: "Which class is she assigned to?"
Jiang Peiqin poured a glass of water for both herself and Xinyan: "German class."
Hearing this, Xinyan thought of Xia Ruhui, now the only student from the English class in dorm 307.0.
And Xia Ruhui, seeing the bed already tidied, had a similar expression. She was already isolated in room 307.0, and now she’s the only one from a different class; Li Yutong really caused trouble.
Thinking of Li Yutong, Xia Ruhui couldn’t help but show a hint of mockery on her face.
Last week when she went home, she heard that now, to make ends meet, her mom had asked around endlessly to get her a temporary job.
Li Yutong naturally didn’t want to go, but the family wasn’t what it used to be; her dad and her uncle were both in trouble, and her uncle’s family resented her to the core.
As they were chatting, Cui Haili walked in: "Xinyan, Peiqin, come help me decide, what type of program should our class choose?"
Jiang Peiqin looked at the list in her hand: "Have you seen the other classes’ programs? Just don’t duplicate them."
Xinyan also looked at the list: "Our department is fine, just afraid of overlapping with other departments. It’s best to prepare two programs, just in case."
Cui Haili frowned: "But if we rehearse two programs, the costumes have to match too, that’s a hassle."
Everyone fell silent at that.
Indeed, their costumes might not fit all the programs; if we prepare an extra program, it means more costumes and props.
Xinyan thought for a moment: "Then don’t rehearse a program needing matching costumes, they can wear their own clothes on stage."
Cui Haili was intrigued but had no such themes at hand; her face fell again: "But none of the submitted programs are of this type."
Xinyan thought for a moment and said, "If it doesn’t work, the performers can wear performance clothes, but each one differently. Even borrowing is easier when it’s individual."
Cui Haili didn’t get it: "Xinyan, I don’t get it."
Xinyan said, anyway, the theme is gratitude and looking forward, so why not create a show weaving different professions together, like doctors, chefs, teachers, workers; each character wears their respective work attire. This way, it should be easier to find.
Jiang Peiqin’s eyes lit up: "That’s a good idea."
Cui Haili understood now and nodded, it’s indeed a great idea, but I still need to think it over.
Seeing Cui Haili returning to her seat, Jiang Peiqin took out the foreign book from her bag for translation: "Then, I brought the book you need to translate."
Xinyan accepted it with a smile: "Sure, once I get paid, I’ll treat you to something delicious."
Jiang Peiqin seized the opportunity to make a request: "Then I want to eat at Old Mo’s."
Xinyan casually flipped through one of the books: "Alright, it’s a deal."
Translating these books might earn up to a thousand bucks, treating her to a meal at Old Mo’s is entirely worth it.
Jiang Peiqin felt good about it. Although she couldn’t earn the money, her good friend did, and she would still get a grand meal. Content enough.
Returning to the dorm after class to put away books, Xinyan bumped into the new girl who moved into room 307.0.
By her outfit, it’s obvious she’s from abroad, very fashionable.
Walking in the dorm area, there’s a sense of being out of place; with that proud look on her face, it’s clear distance is the best policy.
As she entered the dorm, she saw a few chocolates on the table. There was no need to guess who left them.
Zhang Zhaodi noticed everyone was back: "These were given by the new girl next door, she said she brought them from abroad."
Jiang Peiqin and Xinyan exchanged glances, fully understanding each other’s thoughts, could she be another hassle?