madnovel Is Chapter 89 really that simple?
Is Chapter 89 really that simple?
It's not that I'm just wandering around aimlessly out of boredom; it's a little habit I haven't been able to break for years.
Whenever she goes to unfamiliar or unfamiliar places, she can't help but look around.
It wasn't a deliberate attempt to spy; it was just a casual glance at the decorations and odds and ends on the hallway, windowsills, bookshelves, and desktops.
She doesn't come to this office very often, but every time she does, she unconsciously walks around to familiarize herself with the environment.
The books on the bookshelf were the same as before, except for a few that had been rearranged. There was an unfamiliar report that I couldn't understand by the window, and a brand new blue folder on the desktop with a bare cover, only a string of date numbers printed on it.
She knew her place and didn't reach out to touch it at all.
Walking to the desk, I saw a neatly stacked pile of documents. I glanced at the top cover, which was the third edition of the publicity plan for "Ning An Ru Meng".
After she finished looking at it, she arranged it exactly as it was, without a single detail out of place.
Then, she noticed a single piece of paper under the folder, only a small corner of which was visible, the writing was blurry and not fully legible.
Dilireba still followed the rules and didn't touch the pages.
She returned to the sofa, put her bag on her lap, took out her phone to check the time, and there was no sound from the meeting room.
She waited quietly for about fifteen minutes.
I didn't use my phone during that time; I moved my bag to the sofa armrest and leaned back lazily.
My gaze was drawn to the frosted silver nameplate of Sunshine Entertainment on the opposite wall, with its dark lettering being understated and simple.
After staring for a while, she looked away and gazed out the window.
Winters in Qianhu City are chilly. The row of sycamore trees outside the window have long since lost all their leaves, leaving bare branches that stand straight and upright.
Today the sky is clear and blue, and the clouds are so thin that they are almost invisible.
She suddenly remembered when she first came here, Sunshine Entertainment was still in another office building.
This office is newly relocated. She came here once after the move, and at that time there was a large pile of unused moving boxes by the window.
The clutter has long since been cleared away, but the nameplate on the wall remains unchanged.
Just then, there was a sound of someone pushing open the door.
Zeng Hao strode in, saw her sitting on the sofa, paused for a moment, then continued walking as usual, walked around to the chair behind the desk and sat down.
Dilireba didn't rush to speak, remaining silent for two seconds before asking, "Is the meeting over?"
"Um."
"You've been pretty busy lately, haven't you?"
Zeng Hao ignored her polite words, casually tidied up the documents on the table, glanced at the table out of the corner of his eye, and said nothing more.
"The finale of 'Three Lives Three Worlds' will be next week, and several business collaborations have been finalized. Xu Wen should have informed you about it."
Dilireba shifted her bag slightly. "I'm not here to discuss work today. I just want to sit down and chat for a bit."
Zeng Hao raised his eyes and looked straight at her.
She was still wrapped in a thick down jacket, her hair loosely tucked behind her ears, her face expressionless, and she just stayed quietly.
"I just finished work today," she said softly. "I came straight here after finishing work this afternoon."
Zeng Hao responded with a faint "yes".
"Actually, there's nothing important to say." She paused for a moment, "I'm just feeling down and wanted to stay here for a while."
The office fell silent instantly.
Xu Wen happened to be passing by in the corridor, his footsteps light and hesitant, not daring to come in and disturb them.
The sycamore trees outside the window stood motionless and unusually quiet in the warm winter sun.
Dilireba placed her phone on the sofa armrest, leaned back, and closed her eyes to rest for a while.
"Are you tired?" Zeng Hao asked first.
She opened her eyes and gently shook her head: "It's not the physical kind of fatigue."
She didn't elaborate on what kind of fatigue she was experiencing, and Zeng Hao was too lazy to investigate further. He casually flipped through the documents beside him and began to read them.
Dilireba sat quietly on the sofa for twenty minutes.
The two chatted about random things.
Before leaving, she stood up and slung her bag over her shoulder.
"I'm leaving."
Zeng Hao looked up and hummed in response.
She walked to the door, paused, and without turning around, asked, "You're confident about submitting 'Ning An Ru Meng' for review, aren't you?"
Zeng Hao put down the documents in his hand: "The approval results will be released at the end of January, and the broadcast will start on time in the second quarter. Everything is going smoothly, and there are no major issues."
Dilireba nodded in response and pushed open the door to go out.
The door closed gently behind her.
Zeng Hao sat in his chair for a few seconds, then picked up the document again, turned back to the original page, and continued reading.
He subconsciously glanced at the pile of files on the desk. The third version of the publicity plan for "Ning An Ru Meng" was neatly arranged on top, unchanged from when she came in.
He remained calm, withdrew his gaze, and focused on reading the documents.
In the corridor, Xu Wen was checking the work schedule for next week with the staff of the channel department when he heard the office door close and immediately turned around to look.
Dilireba walked towards him, nodded slightly as she passed by, and headed straight for the elevator.
Xu Wen watched her leave, then opened the schedule on his phone and began coordinating his work.
At the other end of the corridor, Xiao Wang from the distribution department leaned over and whispered, "What's she doing here specifically?"
Xu Wen didn't even look up: "We just sat for a while and chatted for a bit."
Xiao Wang looked on in astonishment: "It's that simple?"
"That's exactly it."
Xiao Wang responded with a vague "I understand," but Xu Wen didn't intend to chat any longer. He put his phone in his pocket, pushed open the conference room door, and went inside.
The final grades for the Shanghai Theatre Academy will be released gradually before the 20th of the twelfth lunar month.
Chu Ran knew perfectly well that the overall scores would be updated uniformly today.
The first thing she did when she opened her eyes early in the morning was to reach for her phone and stare at the system interface, waiting for it to refresh.
The only exception is the performance subject, where the final score is determined on the spot during the final exam.
That final solo performance was written and acted by her; the play was called "The Caged Ape."
The entire film was meticulously crafted, with repeated refinement of movements and emotions, vividly portraying the struggle and forbearance within the predicament.
After the performance, the teacher immediately revealed the score—ninety-eight points, undoubtedly the highest score in the class, announced on the spot, a done deal.
The teacher even drew a heavy circle on the evaluation sheet and made a simple annotation: "Deeply empathetic, understanding the constraints of the role."
She didn't need to wait for the performance subject results at all; she knew exactly what was going on.
What she was anxiously awaiting was the final grade after all subjects were tallied, as it determined her professional ranking and the number of awards she could receive.
In the dormitory, Tian Xiwei was still fast asleep, lying on her back with steady, long breaths.
The two of them chatted and laughed until midnight before turning off the lights and going to bed.
Tian Xiwei's acting class was physical training, and she scored 92 points, which was not as good as Chu Ran's. At the time, she joked that she was far behind and practiced physical training until her whole body ached.
Right now, my roommate is sleeping soundly and peacefully.
Chu Ran quietly climbed out of bed, washed up, changed into a soft sweater, and slowly went downstairs with her phone in her pocket.
There weren't many people in the Shanghai Theatre Academy's cafeteria early in the morning. She got a bowl of hot porridge, grabbed a red bean bun, and found an empty seat by the window.
I put breakfast on the table, repeatedly opened the academic affairs system, stared at the blank column of the comprehensive grades, and felt anxious.
Now that I've secured first place in my subject, the only thing keeping me on edge is the final overall ranking score.
Chu Ran picked up the bowl of porridge and took a sip. It was warm and smooth, with just the right amount of salt.
Outside the cafeteria window is the campus courtyard. In the dead of winter, the leaves have all fallen, and the morning sunlight shines obliquely through the glass window, casting a bright spot of light on the table.
She placed her phone face down on the table, determined to finish her breakfast peacefully first.
The red bean buns had a slightly thick outer skin, and the filling inside was sweet. She ate them all up, bite by bite, and also finished the porridge.
After sitting quietly for a moment, I got up and walked outside.
The wind was whistling in the corridor, so she wrapped her scarf tightly around herself and walked slowly with her head down.
At the other end of the corridor, the dormitory supervisor was chatting loudly with someone, nagging that the dormitory cleaning for the end of the semester must not be taken lightly.
Chu Ran smiled politely as she passed by, and the aunt waved back, and they continued chatting.
She pushed open the dormitory building door and walked inside.
A new notice about staying on campus during winter break was posted on the bulletin board at the stairwell. She stopped and carefully read it through from beginning to end.
The deadline for applications to stay on campus during winter break is the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month.
She mentally reviewed her work schedule and, considering the upcoming overall results, suppressed her chaotic thoughts and headed upstairs.
Pushing open the dormitory door, Tian Xiwei was already up, sitting on the edge of the bed tying her shoelaces.
Seeing her return, he casually asked, "Have you had breakfast?"