The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

Saturday's regular meeting went on as usual. Jin Ling sat in the main seat, but her heart could not calm down for a long time.

She finished reading Wen Qiu's script and admired Ji Beifeng as he wrote it. Touching the words, she seemed to be able to touch the hard work the author put into it, and it reminded her of how she was when she was young and polishing her first work.

Wen Qiu sat opposite her, occasionally looking up and meeting her gaze, then smiled at her, the same shy smile as when they first met. He must have been very disappointed and tormented recently, Jin Ling thought silently, she had actually reached the age that would destroy the dreams of young people.

The discussion soon moved on to the fourth male student. Jin Ling stood up and said, "I assigned this task to two of our students before. Now they have both submitted a satisfactory answer..."

Liu Xingchen followed the attentive gaze, a confident smile on his lips, waiting for his name to be announced.

Jin Ling cleared her throat. She could imagine what kind of storm this result would cause. Not only Liu Xingchen's questioning, but other screenwriters would probably raise objections as well. Although she could use her status to suppress the objections, this would inevitably make Wen Qiu's situation worse.

Just as she was about to announce the results, Wen Qiu suddenly stood up and said, "Sister Jin, I have prepared a concept film. Can I show it to everyone before announcing the results?"

"Concept film?" Jin Ling's eyes narrowed.

"Students from our school's drama club helped film it." Wen Qiu handed over the USB drive. "I want to maximize the effect, so please give me a chance to show it."

"Okay, no problem." Jin Ling took the warm USB flash drive that he had been holding in his hand.

There were already professional screenwriters who were getting impatient, thinking that this was a waste of time. Liu Xingchen leaned back in his chair, happily preparing to watch the show. Movies were like this. Costumes, props, photography, actors and directors had to be done to the extreme in order to make something worth watching. The childish works of student clubs often turned out to be disastrous.

The first thing that appeared on the projection was a group of empty shots, street corners and alleys of childhood, swings swaying in the wind, paper airplanes flying through the classroom, and the sound of wind in early summer. Both the boy and the girl were born in unfortunate families, and they went through a childhood that was materially poor but spiritually rich together.

In the next shot, the fair-skinned boy turned his back to the camera and was reading a text. The text was Frost's "The Road Not Taken": "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I could not take both..."

Along with the reading, there is a set of parallel montage shots. The girl was working hard as a laborer to earn tuition, while the boy was blackmailing lower grade students; the girl was studying hard, while the boy was loitering in the Internet cafe. Finally, their lives parted ways in the third year of junior high school. The girl was admitted to an aristocratic high school, while the boy completely fell into being a gangster. At every critical juncture in life, they went in opposite directions, and finally there was a world of difference.

"I know the path leads on to nowhere, and I fear I may never come back."

The boy became a shadow chasing the light. He beat away the hooligans who bullied the girl, threatened the person who spread rumors about the girl, and when he thought the male protagonist bullied the girl, he also wanted to stand up, but was beaten down by the male protagonist. The girl cried and told him not to embarrass me again.

The bell rang, and the students left in twos and threes. The dusk light flowed into the empty classroom. The boy's voice choked with sobs: "Two roads diverged in a wood, and the one I loved took the other."

This is the first three minutes of the concept film. In the following twelve minutes, more intense rivalry unfolds. The boy's love for the girl is not pure, mixed with regret, remorse and jealousy, as if as long as he can hold the girl's hand tightly, he can hold on to the life he has squandered.

At the end of the film, the boy who was reading aloud turned his head and heard the chirping of cicadas, the sound of the wind, the conversations and laughter of his classmates gradually fading away, and his sad eyes staring at the camera.

The concept film ended and the room fell silent.

"Clap clap clap..."

Jin Ling was the first to applaud, and the other screenwriters followed suit as if they had just woken up from a dream. Both the script and the filming were excellent, so excellent that it was hard to imagine that this was the work of a student club. More importantly, they saw what they wanted in this film, something that truly shook the soul and made the audience empathize and cry.

Amid the applause, only Liu Xingchen sat there, his face turning pale and blue.

"I am very sure that this is the work I want to see." Jin Ling smiled with satisfaction and nodded to Wen Qiu, "Your excellence far exceeds my expectations..."

"Wait a minute! This is not fair!" Liu Xingchen stood up suddenly. "If my script can be filmed, it will definitely be better than his! Sister Jin, you chose me from the beginning, and he forced his way in, and used this method..."

"Liu Xingchen." Jin Ling interrupted him, "I know exactly what effect your script will have when it is filmed, because I have seen enough similar plots in popular dramas. I admit that this is a very mature work, but I want to see something more unique."

Other screenwriters also said: "Indeed, Wen Qiu's performance was more outstanding this time. You should also see the strengths of others."

"It's okay, young man. There will be another chance next time..."

Liu Xingchen gritted his teeth and sat down, the chair making a loud noise. He looked at Wen Qiu who was surrounded by people and thought to himself, "Wait, I will make you pay the price."

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For a creator, there is nothing more exciting than having his or her work recognized. After returning from the screenwriting class that day, Wen Qiu was still in a state of dizzy happiness. All the hard work he had done before became insignificant, and all the waiting and struggles became meaningful.

That night, Pei Du called as usual to say goodnight. After laying a lot of groundwork, he asked cautiously: "Are you free tomorrow? I found a good restaurant..."

Wen Qiu lay on the big pillow and responded happily, "Okay."

Pei Du didn't expect him to be so easy to meet. He had prepared a long-awaited line but had no place to play it. He decisively decided to push the issue: "Can I kiss you tomorrow?"

Wen Qiu snorted softly: "Do you think any suitor can kiss me?"

"Then holding hands is ok, right?" Pei Du was very good at bargaining.

Wen Qiu turned over on the bed like a pancake, holding the phone and said, "Well, I need to think about it." A chuckle came from the other end of the phone, like a feather tickling the heart. Pei Du asked a lot of questions about what was allowed and what was not allowed. The two chatted for a long time like flirting. When they hung up the phone, they saw that more than two hours had passed unknowingly, and Wen Qiu rolled around on the bed, almost burning himself.

The next day's date was at Jiangcheng Park, where a garden party was being held and fireworks were on display in the evening. The two of them walked around the park like an ordinary couple, eating and strolling around, taking a boat trip on the lake, and admiring the flowers and scenery.

This was also the first time that Pei Du took the initiative to accompany him to such a popular place. Before, even when they went out on dates, they always went to those extremely expensive restaurants and clubs. Those places were luxurious and deserted, with an aura that kept strangers away. Pei Du was born to be there, but he always had to carefully hide his inferiority complex and figure out how to look less like a male concubine and plaything, but rather a "high-class OMEGA" worthy of the people around him.

But now, Pei Du would actually cater to his preferences, condescending to accompany him to squeeze through the crowd to buy tickets, buying him ice cream in the hot sun, and wearing a silly headband to accompany him to take pictures. Whenever this happened, Wen Qiu couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It turns out that Pei Du really knows everything, and as long as he wants to do something, he can do it well - it can be seen that he was just unwilling to understand and accommodate before.

They had a lot of fun that day, but Pei Du seemed to have forgotten what he said on the phone yesterday and didn't come to hold his hand. The more he acted as if nothing had happened, the more Wen Qiu cared about him. He even pretended to touch him with the back of his hand unintentionally, but Pei Du just turned his head and looked at him innocently, then looked at the popular stall in front, "Want to eat the big golden flying cake?"

Fuck your golden flying pancake, I think you are the golden flying pancake! Wen Qiu curled his lips and said, "No, I'm full just by looking at you."

"Haha..." Pei Du thought he was so cute when he saw his look. He tilted his head and shook his shoulders, but unfortunately he failed to hide his laughter.

This guy did this on purpose?! Wen Qiu opened his eyes wide, his anger rising. Just as he was about to explode, the man's big hand reached out and held his hand. Pei Du smiled like a fox: "You said yesterday that you would think about it, and I have been waiting for you to think about it."

Wen Qiu glared at him and said, "I've never seen you respect my opinion so much in other matters."

"I will respect you in the future." Pei Du held his hand tightly like a spoiled child and refused to let go no matter where they went.

Wen Qiu's hands were thin, and even in such warm weather they were still cool. His fingers were long, and he could clearly feel every joint. He wanted to wrap him up completely in his palm, but that hand had its own ideas, and quietly held back, like a child crossing the road for the first time, tightly holding his larger palm.

Wen Qiu took him for a stroll in the park and enjoyed the envious looks - even though half of those astonished looks were actually directed at him.

Pei Du was taller than most people, not to mention his superior appearance and temperament. Even with his casual outfit, he looked like a model who had just walked off the catwalk. This was an ALPHA who could satisfy all people's fantasies just by walking beside him, and now he was her suitor, the one who promised to love her for the rest of her life.

Pei Du looked at him, feeling a little bitter. It was just holding hands, but Wen Qiu seemed really satisfied and happy. He suddenly realized that this might be what Wen Qiu had always wanted to do but never dared to do. In the past, as a lover, he knew the limits and would never cross the line, only hiding his desire in his heart.

Pei Du regretted very much why he discovered these things only now. They might have really missed a lot of good times.

After a while, Wen Qiu saw a milk tea shop on the side of the road and said, "I'll go buy some milk tea."

After entering the store and seeing the sign, Pei Du realized that this was a couple's version, with a heart-shaped straw split into two ends. Wen Qiu ordered the order and then pulled his finger, "25 yuan."

This meant that he had to pay. Pei Du took out his phone and scanned the code, thinking that in the past, Wen Qiu would definitely rush to pay for something as small as buying milk tea, but he would never pay for anything he could afford.

This unthinking dependence made him feel satisfied, and he pulled him to the dessert counter, "Would you like some macarons?"

"I ate too much at noon, let's buy some and take them back," Wen Qiu put his head close to him, "Hey, this donut is so cute."

The waitress covered her mouth and watched the young couple bending over and biting their ears in front of the dessert counter, their mouths almost stretched to their ears. Since this extremely good-looking couple walked in, the store has become more lively.

"This is our special Children's Day edition. It's especially popular with kids!" the clerk greeted us sweetly.

"Well, please pack four for me." Pei Du said.

"Are four too many?" Wen Qiu asked, "There's a lot of cream in it."

"I'll eat the extra." Pei Du tapped the glass cabinet door, "Can I have two servings of this lemon cake, please?"

After shopping for a long time, Pei Du bought a lot of snacks and toys. In the end, Wen Qiu felt that it was a bit too much, "Don't buy it, these things are what children like..."

"It's best if the child likes it." Pei Du smiled. "This is our first official meeting, and I don't know what he likes, so I just buy a little bit of everything."

"What?" Wen Qiu suddenly stopped.

"Let's go see the little cicadas later." Pei Du had a bunch of cartoon bags hanging on his wrists, a doll tucked between his arms, and colorful balloons tied to his fingers. These childish things diluted his cold temperament, revealing a rare softness and kindness.

Maybe one day Pei Du will really become a father, and it will be like this, Wen Qiu thought blankly, but you will eventually have your own offspring, why do you have to do this to a "bastard" in your mouth...

"You don't have to force yourself to do those things," Wen Qiu lowered his eyes, "There's really no need."

"No one can force me to do anything. I just want to fulfill my promise. I said I would try my best to accept him." Pei Du never missed any opportunity to express his feelings. Some words can always leave a mark in the other person's heart even if they are said ten thousand times. "I do this because I like you."

(End of this chapter)