The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

The major span is too wide, and the paper is full of professional terms and long and difficult sentences, which looks like a book of heaven. Wen Qiu has corrected papers for other majors before. Although the content is incomprehensible, the grammar is the same after all. Now facing a lot of professional terms that he doesn't recognize, he dare not start.

Wen Qiu had some prejudice against these playboys at first, thinking that they were uneducated and unskilled. But now he thinks that he was too naive. They have obtained a doctorate from Jiangnan University, so how could they not have any real talent?

Pei Du seemed not to notice his embarrassment, "Send me the email address."

Wen Qiu didn't understand why and sent the address. "What for?"

"The file is too big, I'll send it to you as an attachment." Pei Du asked him to come over and showed him the file. "Here is a PDF of some of the references. The other part is on the bookshelf behind you. Please help me proofread the footnotes first. Make sure each one is cited correctly and the format is correct. Is this okay?"

This was a job he was used to doing. Wen Qiu nodded: "No problem."

For the next three hours, they didn't talk anymore, each quietly handling their work. Pei Du sometimes sent some information over, and Wen Qiu would consciously help him print it. He went to the bathroom twice in the middle, made new coffee, and washed more fruit. Even so, he still felt dizzy after working so hard.

Pei Du was like an old monk sitting still, working there continuously for three hours with his back still straight. Wen Qiu couldn't help but admire him.

He also made some achievements, proofreading several citation problems and finding several typos, all of which were highlighted. After gradually becoming more proficient, he made revisions while looking up information, and also polished the grammar and punctuation of the original text to ensure that it read more smoothly.

After he finished, he sent it to Pei Du. Pei Du was busy and put it aside without even opening it. He said, "Okay, your work is done. Go do your own thing."

Wen Qiu was typing away on his notebook to finish his homework. The more he wrote, the more he felt guilty. You know, his hourly wage was 1000 yuan! That’s 16 yuan a minute!

He couldn't help but stand up and circled Pei Du twice, like an industrious little bee circling a flower bud.

Pei Du finally looked up from the computer screen and caught the little bee: "What's wrong?"

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Wen Qiu blinked at him.

"get out."

"Well?"

Pei Du leaned back and glanced at him lazily: "I want to smoke a cigarette."

"Ah, it's okay, go ahead and smoke, there's fresh air in the room anyway." Wen Qiu said subconsciously. He was already used to the smell of cigarettes. In the past, the smoke in the office of Yilonghui was as thick as a gas chamber. Besides, he didn't know what brand Pei Du smoked, but it smelled like a strange fragrance, which he didn't dislike.

Pei Du then took out a cigarette, put it between his lips, and looked up at him.

It was as if there were sparks in those black eyes that burned him, and Wen Qiu instinctively picked up the lighter on the table and went over to light the cigarette for him.

Too skilled, Pei Du thought, as if he had long been accustomed to serving others. Perhaps it was because of his appearance, Wen Qiu always reminded people of the fragility and purity that was not stained by the dust. However, sometimes, it is often the most inadvertent details that reveal the dust of the world.

Perhaps it's because his base color is too clear and bright, so this little bit of dust on it seems so annoying.

Pei Du squinted his eyes and took two puffs of his cigarette, then asked, "What do you have to do?"

Wen Qiu nodded. In fact, he had just gotten a feel for the paper and was eager to do more. Reading Pei Du's paper would also greatly improve his writing ideas and logical skills.

"That's perfect." Pei Du smiled ambiguously and waved at him.

Wen Qiu walked over and stood in front of him for some unknown reason, so Pei Du held his shoulders and pushed down.

Wen Qiu didn't know what he wanted to do, and didn't even have time to think, before he was forced to kneel down between his legs.

Pei Du stroked the back of his head with the hand holding the cigarette, "If your mouth is free, help me smoke it."

Wen Qiu's whole body was stiff, half of him was afraid, half of him was ashamed, and then when he realized the teasing look on Pei Du's face, the balance tipped and he became completely angry.

Does this guy have to be such a jerk? Just when I thought he was pretty good, he had to go to great lengths to prove that he was a filthy person?
But Wen Qiu thought again, how could Pei Du have changed? He had said "food and sex are human nature" long ago, and he wanted to have sex with him from the beginning. The reason why he didn't succeed was because he resisted with all his heart and soul.

He just needs to attack as he pleases, and it is he who should defend himself.

Wen Qiu thought of many countermeasures in his mind, and finally chose the most serious one. He brushed Pei Du's hand away and looked him straight in the eye: "I don't like this."

Pei Du looked down at him nonchalantly, his glasses making him look even more like a gentleman, his eyes seemed to be saying, "Does it matter whether you like it or not?"

But his voice was cheerful, and he loosened his grip: "Well, after all, you have the right to consent throughout the entire sexual act."

Wen Qiu stood up and walked out without giving him a good look. Of course, in order to prove that he was not wasting his time, he made a fruit milkshake and baked a delicious cake.

Almost an hour later, he slowly entered the room with the food. He stared at him warily for a while before placing the milkshake and cake on his table.

"The paper has been revised very well." Pei Du had obviously checked the paper he had revised. He scrolled the mouse slowly and looked at it. All the revised parts were clearly annotated one by one. In addition, many English expressions were revised to be quite authentic, and the Chinese sentences were also modified to be very fluent.

This was a pleasant surprise, after all, he had not expected too much from a freshman from the beginning. Now it seems that this beautiful skin also contains a smart brain.

Wen Qiu can be proud, "I have been good at languages ​​since I was a child."

"So that's why you studied Chinese?"

"This is a backup option. I originally wanted to study directing or drama."

"Well, do you want to be a director or a screenwriter?"

"I like all-around directors who can write and direct their own films, like Lu Jia." Wen Qiu's eyes lit up when he mentioned his favorite directors. "Unfortunately, I don't have the energy to prepare for the art exam, so I can only settle for the next best thing..."

"It's not impossible, actually. I remember that screenwriter Mo Hai graduated from the Chinese Department of Jiang University." Pei Du seemed to be able to connect with any topic naturally. "Isn't there a new college screenwriter competition recently? You can also try to participate." Pei Du actually knew about this competition? He also cared about these things? Wen Qiu suddenly remembered that Jiang Mingxin had gossiped about the relationship between Pei Du and the drama club president Bai Ningshu before. Could it be that the two of them were still connected?

He asked unconsciously, "Have you heard of the screenwriting competition?"

"Well, I participated in some of the preparatory work, mainly doing budget planning," Pei Du forked a piece of cake, "The biggest sponsor of the competition is Fenghua Media, and Peiyuan Group is the major shareholder of Fenghua Media. The cake is good."

...Well, the rich are indeed creatures from another world.

Pei Du added: "Fenghua Media does intend to train a group of new screenwriters this time. Regardless of whether they can win awards or not, every work will be carefully reviewed. This is a very rare opportunity, and I think you should not miss it."

Wen Qiu subconsciously wanted to refuse and tried to avoid this question with a negative attitude. However, he changed his mind and suddenly found that the biggest problem that had been bothering him had been solved: he could earn several thousand dollars just this afternoon. If Pei Du was willing to maintain this kind of relationship with him for a long time, he would no longer have to struggle for a living.

Before, Wen Qiu didn’t really feel that he could make money, but when he thought that he could work less, have more free time, and even have time to participate in the competition he had longed for, he felt a solid sense of happiness.

And all of this was brought by the ALPHA in front of him. He couldn't help but be grateful to him.

"Well, I want to give it a try."

"You can show it to me when you're done. I might be able to give you some advice."

"Okay." Wen Qiu smiled. Somehow he felt that Pei Du would not give him a perfunctory answer. If he finished writing and showed it to him, he would definitely take it seriously.

Pei Du looked at his smile and was distracted. He rarely saw such a natural smile on that face that was used to being cold and vigilant, just like spring water melting ice, making people feel a little bit of cool warmth.

It would be nice to smile more, but only in front of yourself.

Wen Qiu looked away uncomfortably under his gaze, "I'm going to make dinner, what do you want to eat?"

"No need, you've worked hard today." Pei Du turned off the computer, "Let's go, I'll treat you to a big dinner tonight."

After going out, Pei Du pressed the elevator to go up. Wen Qiu then realized that there was a restaurant on the top floor of the building that was only open to VIP guests. The chef that Pei Du had said would come to cook was also from here.

The hall was extremely low-key and luxurious, with almost no waiters. Pei Du took him to a private room with ease, "You can use this electronic screen to order. Oh, today's specialty is French lamb chops. Their French cuisine is very good. Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

"I'm fine with anything." Wen Qiu looked carefully. There were no prices on the menu, but he knew they would definitely be expensive.

The dishes were served quickly. Sitting opposite each other in this quiet private room, we could see the bustling night scene of the city outside the window, as if we were above the clouds, and the street lights were like a river of sparks flowing into the distance.

Pei Du was relatively quiet while eating, so Wen Qiu didn't say anything either, tasting the food carefully. Although he tried every possible way to make delicious food for himself at home, the ingredients he could buy were very cheap, and meat was rare, so he always cherished the opportunity to enjoy delicious food.

Pei Du looked at him silently while eating. He had vaguely felt it when he had the meal at home before. Now in the formal restaurant, Wen Qiu's eating manners were indeed very decent - not deliberately coy, but the kind of elegance and uprightness cultivated since childhood.

Thinking of what An Yunqi said, the Wen family was once prosperous, why did Wen Qiu fall to this state today?

When I thought of it, I asked without any hesitation: "Why do you need money so much?"

Wen Qiu took a sip of wine before he slowly said, "My family is bankrupt, and we still have some foreign debts that have not been paid off."

The excuse was already thought of, after all, he couldn't say that he still had a two-legged money-eating beast at home. If most people knew that he was single and had a child at such a young age, they would either ask him about his life out of curiosity or show uncomfortable sympathy. Wen Qiu didn't want to see either curiosity or sympathy on Pei Du's face.

"What about your parents? Aren't they responsible for paying it back?"

"My father ran away abroad, and my mother remarried a long time ago - to a scumbag. They don't care about me, and they don't care whether I live or die." Wen Qiu said calmly.

"How much money do you owe?"

"If I tell you, will you help me pay it off?"

"Oh, no."

"So don't ask," Wen Qiu forked a cherry tomato and watched its red juice splash, "This is my own debt."

Pei Du stopped asking. Although Wen Qiu was sitting opposite him, he seemed very far away. The night was like a layer of blurred phantom, falling on the corners of the man's eyes and eyebrows. The light green eyes were hidden in the shadows, so elusive.

They had been together for quite a while, but Pei Du still felt that he could not see through him, nor could he tell which of his words were sincere and which were lies. Therefore, he became interested and was eager to peel him off, layer by layer, until he touched the soft core at the innermost part.

"What about you? Why do you want to study for a doctorate? Few of your friends would choose to continue their studies, right?" Wen Qiuli brought up the topic politely. "Even for you, studying for a doctorate is not an easy thing."

"Yes, it's not easy, but it makes people feel relaxed. Reading books to this level is like diving into the unknown boundaries of human knowledge." Pei Du shook the ice cubes in the whiskey. "As for me, I don't want to inherit the family business so early, because this is just a troublesome thing that is bound to come. I study for a few more years, and my dad can sleep well for a few more years."

It's really like a smooth and open road in life. Ordinary people spend their whole lives struggling to get to Rome, but he only has to think about how to build a manor in Rome.

"So what are your life goals?"

"Life goals? Of course I have one."

"What is it?"

"I won't tell you." Pei Du bit an ice cube and threw back his words coldly, "Unless you can help me realize it."

(End of this chapter)