The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

Wen Qiu ran downstairs quickly. When he saw Pei Du's car from a distance, he immediately slowed down and pretended to be very calm and walked slowly over. As a result, he ran too fast and was a little out of breath. When he sat in the car, his heart was still beating wildly.

After getting into the car, Wen Qiu said bluntly: "We have to make a quick decision, we are too busy!"

"What do you mean?" Pei Du glanced at him, "Eating or making love?"

"All of them." Wen Qiu muttered, "It's too late. It's too late even if I don't sleep. I can't finish it at all... And you know what? I was about to go to bed at three o'clock last night, and suddenly I saw Liu Xingchen posted a circle of friends saying 'burning the midnight oil fighting'..."

"You're staying up all night too?"

"Fortunately, I went to bed at four o'clock..." As he said this, Wen Qiu couldn't help but yawn again.

"Then take a nap on the way."

"Ah."

The heater in the car was turned on too high, and Wen Qiu felt sleepy while driving. He glanced at Pei Du in a daze, and He couldn't help but think of what He Yu had said.

He said he could give himself shelter and that this was what he deserved.

As long as I leave Pei Du, I can choose a brand new life, not only for myself, but also for Zhao Ma and Xiao Zhi...

What exactly is it that you can't let go of?
Wen Qiu fell asleep quickly, and did not get any answers in his dream. When he woke up, he found himself in Pei Du's garage: "Huh? Aren't we going to eat?"

"Didn't you say time was running out?" Pei Du leaned over and helped him unbuckle his seat belt. "Are you still sleepy?"

"I feel much better after taking a nap." Wen Qiu patted his cheeks sleepily, trying to wake himself up quickly. This action was cute and reminded Pei Du of the sea otters in the aquarium.

The cook had been called over long ago, leaving a table of freshly cooked dishes, and the two of them had a simple meal at Pei Du's house. After eating, Wen Qiu began to undress, skillfully stripping off his sweatshirt and throwing it aside.

He was very hungry, so he ate a lot. His belly was slightly bulging, and he looked a little fleshy, which was rare.

Pei Du was aroused for no reason, so he held the man in his arms and kneaded his belly for fun, "Are you really going to end this quickly?"

"Hurry up." Wen Qiu nonchalantly took off his clothes, thinking about the report he had not changed a single word of.

Pei Du found it funny. His mind was clearly wandering, but his hands were still moving around diligently. Should we say he was doing his job well, or was he a little bit stupid?
He grabbed Wen Qiu's hand and said, "Okay, let's not do it anymore. You won't be able to concentrate even if I do."

Then why did you call me here? Wen Qiu screamed in his heart, there are only three days left, let me go back and write the report!
"Didn't you say that you didn't change a single word in the report?" Pei Du picked up his sweatshirt and put it back on his head. "Didn't you ever think of coming to me for help?"

Wen Qiu's head popped out from the collar of his sweatshirt, his hair standing up due to static electricity. His slightly widened eyes clearly revealed his true thoughts: he had never thought that Pei Du had other functions besides making love, or in other words, he had never thought that he could use these functions.

Pei Du lifted up one sleeve of his sweatshirt, grabbed his arm and stuffed it in, then did the same with the other one. Wen Qiu was a little dazed due to lack of sleep, and his reaction was always a little slow. After a long time, he muttered softly: "But you haven't watched those dramas, and you don't understand the screenwriter."

"But I understand the market and investment," Pei Du pulled at his shirt hem to make it straight, "Guess what Jin Ling's ultimate goal is in asking you to write a movie review?"

That is, of course, to write scripts that can make money. Wen Qiu suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment: these days he had been struggling with how to find the artistic value of these dramas, and now he thought that he was wrong in the general direction.

He tucked his hands into his sleeves and looked at Pei Du quietly, thinking that besides being comfortable to make love with, he did have many advantages. In his heart, there was a balance that swung back and forth, and another small weight fell, pressing the balance to deviate slightly.

/
Wen Qiu returned home that night and brought back a complete report framework. Pei Du helped him make ratings and score tables for each drama, investigated the publicity and promotion model, and made profit point analysis. Wen Qiu himself sorted out the twelve popular plot prototypes in these dramas and analyzed them in combination with the ratings and praise rates of each episode.

Only when he really worked with Pei Du did Wen Qiu realize the value of his doctorate. His high-level vision, sharp thinking, and rigorous academic accomplishment were almost overwhelming. He didn't really understand those TV dramas, but he could analyze many problems in a concise manner after just one look.

Just like this, although there is still a long way to go before completion, Wen Qiu is already confident and knows what kind of work he needs to complete.

He realized that he was somewhat sapiosexual. Pei Du was wearing glasses and browsing the information. When he analyzed it for him in a calm tone, it was simply very touching. Moreover, immersed in books and knowledge, he looked gentle and harmless, as if he was just an ordinary college senior.

——If Pei Du is really just an ordinary person, without so many additional identities and powers, then he will not turn back even if a hundred He Yus pull him, and he will chase him to his heart's content.

Wen Qiu returned home very late again. When he opened the door, he noticed the covered food on the table. Aunt Zhao said, "This is the bird's nest that He Yu left for you. He said that you have been working hard recently and you need to nourish yourself. Xiao Zhiliao and I have already eaten a bowl."

There was also a note left beside the exquisite little bowl, with He Yu's neat and elegant handwriting on it: "Take good care of yourself - from my brother."

Wen Qiu picked up the piece of paper, and a warm spring breeze blew through his heart.

Little Zhiliao had been neglected recently, waving his hands in Zhao Ma's arms, insisting that he be held. Wen Qiu was in a good mood, holding him and rocking him gently, humming the theme song of a romantic drama. While humming, he suddenly froze, imitating the tone of the male protagonist in a drama and said: "Nian Nian... She, she is my child?!"

Then the tone of voice changed, and it became the heroine's crying voice: "No, no, please, let me go..."

"Are you still lying to me now?! If I knew you were pregnant, I would never let you go!"

Seeing him change his face as if he were acting in a TV drama, Zhao Ma laughed out loud with joy. Little Zhiliao also giggled and clapped his hands non-stop.

Wen Qiu savored the lines and thought to himself, "Tsk tsk, such a lousy plot could actually create a ratings myth that year." But if you taste it carefully, it is indeed a bit sour... It seems that everyone has a heart for melodramatic eight o'clock dramas.

He thought of the child in the TV series, who was obviously a rare and adorable kid, but he was far inferior to his little Zhiliao. Wen Qiu put the clingy baby on the ground, "Little Zhiliao, walk for a while~"

But maybe the little cicada was tired, so he sat down on the ground and looked at him eagerly, like a mobile phone waiting to be picked up by its owner. "Stand up straight." Wen Qiu nudged him with his toes like a puppy, but the little cicada still lay on the ground and stretched out his hand for a hug.

He is already one year and two months old. Children of the same age can already walk very fast, but he still can't walk and doesn't even like to crawl.

Wen Qiu's expression dimmed for a moment, and he bent down and picked him up, hugging him tightly in his arms, as if he was talking to him or talking to himself: "It's okay, Dad has money now. As long as you persist in treatment, you will definitely get better."

/
After rushing around, Wen Qiu finished writing the ten-thousand-word report before the second class. He made a table of contents like a thesis and bound it neatly into a book.

When Jin Ling received the booklet, she weighed it and looked up at him. "How long did it take you to write it?"

"Seven days, day and night."

"Very good." Jin Ling smiled and opened the book to read.

At this time, Liu Xingchen also came to hand in her homework, and handed over a stack of colorful papers. "Sister Jin, this is my analysis report. I happened to meet Wang, the editor of "Wind, Flowers, Snow, Moon, and You" that day, and I chatted with her. I wrote down my thoughts and experiences on the paper."

"Yeah." Jin Ling took the few pages of paper from him, without even looking at them, and casually put them in the pile of homework next to her. Her eyes were completely attracted by Wen Qiu's report, and naturally she didn't notice Liu Xingchen's face that was distorted with jealousy.

After class, Jin Ling directly copied several copies of Wen Qiu's report and gave them to the students to read. She was very strict in her criticism, but she was also generous in her praise: "In this class, Wen Qiu read the least amount of films, but this time he completed the assignment with the highest quality. If a talented person is also very hardworking, I believe nothing in the world can stump him. I would like to encourage everyone with this."

Liu Xingchen scanned the report and suddenly stood up and said, "This report is indeed of very high quality. No, to be honest, it is so high that it doesn't seem like it could be written by a rookie. Excuse me, Sister Jin, but I really doubt the originality of this report."

Liu Xingchen was just like that, and everyone was used to it. But his questioning made Wen Qiu the target of public criticism, and all the suspicious eyes were immediately focused on him. Jin Ling did not comment, but looked at him.

Wen Qiu was still sitting there, and he said slowly, "Someone did give me some advice on the market analysis, but I did all the data collection and article writing independently."

"Does anyone give you advice?" Liu Xingchen sneered, "Some people work diligently on the film and only sleep three hours a day. Some people get advice from industry leaders and can easily write good reports. Is this really fair?"

"Yeah, you don't have other teachers outside, do you?" The other students also started muttering.

"I heard that his award-winning work, 'The Buried Rose', was written in a very sophisticated style, and it doesn't seem like it could be written by a novice..."

"It's my boyfriend," Wen Qiu suddenly said, "He gave me advice. He's just a student."

Liu Xingchen's doubts, everyone's gossip, Jin Ling's inquiring eyes, were not as nervous as the three words "boyfriend". He couldn't say in public that Pei Du was his lover, right? He didn't want to say that Pei Du was just a friend... This was a harmless little lie, but it was very powerful, making his heart pound, as if he had uncovered an unspeakable taboo.

Everyone's attention was immediately attracted by this topic.

"What, Xiao Wen already has a boyfriend?!" Someone held his hand to his chest.

"Hey, what's with that disappointed look on your face? You're an OMEGA too!"

"Ahhh why are other people's boyfriends so good, my boyfriend just lies down like a dead pig after eating!"

Liu Xingchen was so angry that he wanted to say something, but Jin Ling said directly: "It is not shameful to seek help, and I don't mind you having other teachers. Liu Xingchen, didn't you also ask screenwriter Wang for help? Sit down and don't delay our class."

This time the turmoil was gently passed, and they soon returned to the fast-paced learning. After the course ended, the second week's homework was also assigned. This time, each student was required to write a 10-minute short play script to create a "heart-pounding" feeling.

All students drew a scene label, and Wen Qiu drew the "basketball court", a high-incidence place for youth accidents.

Compared to the student who drew "Morgue", his script was much easier to develop. However, when it came to writing it, Wen Qiu found it difficult to start.

When he thought of "heart-pounding", he could only think of Pei Du, and then indescribable R18 plots in various scenarios played out in his mind like a kaleidoscope.

Even after reading so many romance novels and watching so many TV dramas, he still couldn't imagine what it was like for normal people to fall in love. Pei Du only taught him how to be a good lover in bed, but never taught him how to fall in love.

He would never do that with himself.

Wen Qiu thought about it and decided to call Yan Sheng - he remembered that there was a basketball league in the school recently, and Yan Sheng was the captain of the basketball team of the Academy of Fine Arts.

"You want to come and watch my basketball game?!" Yan Sheng's surprised voice came from the other end of the phone.

Even through the phone, Wen Qiu seemed to hear his heart skip a beat.

"Yeah, I have a script..."

"Come on, come on," Yan Sheng responded enthusiastically before he could finish, "I'll win for you to see!"

Wen Qiu was also infected by his enthusiasm and said gently, "I will cheer you on."

——At this moment, he would never have thought that such a simple decision would anger someone and bring him so much trouble.

(End of this chapter)