âYes, what are you doing? At your age, why are you scaring a little girl?â
Kang Yuan appeared to be very close to Luo Xinguang, and when he spoke, it was like he was speaking to his junior.
âYou came at the right time. Here, you do these questions. I remember you studied at Harvard before you joined the entertainment industry.â
A piece of paper was shoved into Luo Xinguangâs hands as soon as he entered.
â...Director Kang, are you serious?â
âWhat do you think?â Kang Yuan revealed a stern expression. âDo I look like Iâm joking? Yaoyao said the questions were stupid so she wrote some new ones for me. Arenât you a self-proclaimed genius? Is this difficult enough?â
âHa! Her?â
Luo Xinguang rolled his eyes. Did this brat know how to write difficult questions?
He wasnât being biased, but she was seriously not at that level!
âDirector Kang, you should have asked me from the start. I bet this difficulty...â As Luo Xinguang spoke, his voice grew quieter and quieter. As he stared at the first question, he was already stuck.
After some time, he wiped his forehead. âDirector Kang, I think thereâs something wrong with this. Itâs impossible to solve!â
As soon as his voice fell, a small hand reached over and snatched the paper from his hands.
âThereâs nothing wrong with it. Youâre just stupid. Let me teach you. Listen carefully.â
She held onto her pen as she explained each step in a soft voice.
Three minutes later...
Song Yaoyao lifted her head. Her eyes were clear without any trace of mockery.
âUnderstand now?â
Luo Xinguang: âYes...
âBut, f*ck! Why am I listening to this? Song Yaoyao, we still have a score to settle! Youââ
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Song Yaoyao accidentally snapped her pen in half.
She glanced over with a dark gaze. âWhat score? Do you want a consultation for your package deal?â
Luo Xinguang held onto his stomach; he could feel the pain again.
But his gaze fell upon the pitiful pen that was lying broken on the desk, and his lips twitched.
Was this brat some kind of monster?
âHahahaha! Impressive, Yaoyao! This punk used to have good grades, but it appears as though heâs returned everything heâs learned back to his teachers. He canât even beat a little girl!â
Before Song Yaoyao even got the chance to tease him, Kang Yuan was one step ahead.
But why did he sound so proud?
Hearing the manâs praise, Song Yaoyao smiled politely. âItâs nothing. These are just basic. Itâs not difficult...â
Luo Xinguang: âHaha!â
Little Brat, must you act so arrogant?
âBy the way Uncle Kang, itâs almost class time for me. Can I take this script with me? Iâll contact you after Iâve read through it and we can discuss if any other changes are necessary.â
âOf course.â
Kang Yuan gave Song Yaoyao a business card and fluttered his lashes. âYaoyao, if you decide to become an actress, make sure to contact your Uncle Kang!â
âUncle Kang, Iâm not that interested in acting.â
She was more interested in sitting behind the camera and calling the shots.
On set, the director was the boss.
What a good feeling!
âNo...wait...â
Luo Xinguang didnât understand what was going on. As he watched Song Yaoyao walk away, he suddenly remembered that he hadnât resolved his issue with the girl.
âChanging the script? Director Kang, have you lost your mind again? Youâre allowing that little brat to edit your script?â
Kang Yuan touched his head and smiled mysteriously.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âXinguang, sometimes you need to accept fate. An average person and a genius are different.â