After five bigwigs in Beijing's elite circle fell into their trap, I fled.

Chapter 193 You Have Rh-negative Blood
When the host came out again, the group of bigwigs who were gathered together and discussing the design drawings with great interest tacitly separated.

"Will the recording during the break be cut out?" Yan Yu asked the host to confirm.

The host nodded blankly: "Yes, usually they will edit it."

"Oh, then that's all." Yan Yu nodded. "Shall we continue the interview?"

The host, who had already reorganized the question sheet backstage, immediately said, "Okay, from now on, let's not talk about short dramas or that industry, but just talk about everyone's daily life, okay?"

"Daily routine?" Li Yubai spoke first. "My daily routine is very mundane. My schedule is either flying all over the world to discuss projects or attending various meetings. I have very little personal time, and there's nothing worth talking about."

Ning Yunzhan smiled slightly: "We're all in the same boat. After all, managing such a large business empire takes quite a bit of time."

Host: "No, no, what I want to ask is not about the individual jobs of these big shots, but about your daily interactions together."

Yan Yu interrupted, "Didn't we just say that we only have some work-related interactions and aren't very close in life?"

“Not very familiar with him.” Feng Li nodded firmly.

Rong Jingchen: "Since we're not familiar with each other, how can we have any daily routines?"

host:"……"

So, we really can't continue our conversation today, right?

Finally, the host could only ask some trivial questions about Yan Yu's retirement from the entertainment industry. After that, he casually inquired about the trends in international finance. After receiving a bunch of professional opinions that he couldn't understand at all, the host vaguely sent the luminaries away.

The video has come to an end.

One student hissed, "So, are they actually acquainted or not? 'Chronicles of a Fallen City'... they were the ones who filmed it, right?"

"Am I the only one more concerned about the fate of this media outlet? If the bigwigs find out they edited in that weird yet tacit interaction during their break, they're probably doomed!"

"It's over! This video was posted online less than ten minutes ago, and now not only can the video not be found, but even the media ID has been deleted! The big shots are incredibly fast!"

"Watching them chat is so interesting. The internet says they're in a love-hate relationship, and that description is so apt! And the comments about the Crown Prince and Li Yubai reforming the entertainment industry for love—they're definitely doting husbands! I'm so envious!"

……

Amidst the murmurs and discussions, Jiang Shu remained silent.

Xu Yan looked at her expression and said, "Are those big shots this silly in everyday conversation?"

Jiang Shu nodded with a complicated expression.

The teacher also gave a passionate critique, concluding with: "It seems that your future careers as directors won't be decided by the Crown Prince, Yan Yu, Li Yubai, Ning Yun, Zhan Rong, or Jing Chen. It's their girlfriends who decide! Li Yubai mentioned melodramatic CEO romance dramas. If you have any practical opportunities, why not seize this wave of popularity and think it over carefully?"

After saying that, the teacher changed the subject: "Speaking of which, there is currently a practical opportunity."

All the students looked intently at the teacher.

The teacher thought for a moment and said, "Breaking news: an unknown college abroad wants to exchange students with us, and they specifically requested to exchange one from our directing department's freshmen. Moreover, they have clearly promised that as long as the exchange student practices there, they will provide all resources unconditionally."

"Teacher, what does it mean to provide all resources unconditionally?" the students asked curiously.

"All expenses are covered, including food, clothing, accommodation, and transportation, plus a substantial scholarship. If you need to film a movie but lack the manpower or financial resources, the school will take care of everything."

Many people became eager: "Teacher, which foreign school is it? The American Star Academy? The Hollywood Star-Making Academy? Or the French Film Academy?" "None of those." The teacher paused for a moment, "It's a small academy that you can't find online, called Holy Spirit Academy."

"..." Jiang Shu thought of the admission notice that she had carelessly thrown away back then.

The students were bewildered: "Holy Spirit Academy? Do they still have such a fantastical name? Isn't that a common name in Western fantasy novels?"

The teacher smiled awkwardly: "The notification documents for exchange students are sent directly to the principal's office. This is the first time I've heard of this unknown college. But the benefits are pretty good. If you have connections and resources, you can look into it privately. If you want to be an exchange student, just contact me before the end of the year. They'll give you plenty of time."

Amidst the chatter, Xu Yan noticed Jiang Shu seemed lost in thought and couldn't help but ask, "You're not thinking of going, are you?"

"I'm not going," Jiang Shu shook her head.

She suddenly remembered the X-shaped school emblem on her acceptance letter, and then she remembered the clue in Country H that was closest to their mortal enemy but had suddenly gone cold.

I feel a little annoyed.

The imperial capital and its officials.

After returning from the hospital, Guan Muyun was also somewhat absent-minded.

"I always felt something was wrong. After hearing Yunyun's voice yesterday, everything started to feel off." He couldn't figure it out, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, both empty and somewhat suffocated.

He instructed his assistant: "Send a few more people to the Imperial Capital Military Hospital to keep a close watch on Nie Zheng and his group 24 hours a day, and report any unusual movements immediately."

The assistant had just replied with a "yes" when the butler hurried over: "Sir, Nie Zheng from the Nie family in the capital has arrived and wants to see you."

Guan Muyun: "...Please go to the side hall and serve the cheapest tea."

Side hall.

Nie Zheng looked calmly at the photos covering the wall and the decorations that filled the room with memories.

Guan Muyun, with the help of his assistant, strolled in in a wheelchair: "What are you doing here?"

Nie Zheng didn't answer, but just looked at the photos and ornaments, calmly saying, "There are things about her everywhere. Anyone who didn't know better would think that the Emperor was deeply in love."

"My feelings for Yunyun are naturally deep, and I don't need an outsider like you to verify them." Guan Muyun said with a hint of pride. "Do you remember that clay figure in front of you? She suddenly became interested in clay sculpting, and I pestered her to make one for me. She couldn't refuse, so she just casually made an ugly figure for me. It's ugly, but it's better than wanting something you can't have—if I remember correctly, I heard you also pestered her for half a month but couldn't get it, right?"

Nie Zheng did not reply.

"These photos on the wall were all taken by me. Each one is a memory of her and me. See the one in the upper right corner? That's the only photo with your mark. Let me think, it seems like you confessed to her when you were only fifteen, which scared her. She went out drinking to calm her nerves. And wouldn't you know it, I happened to be there when she was drinking. Slightly tipsy, we ended up having a romantic time together. Speaking of which, I should thank you for your unintentional act of making things happen."

Nie Zheng glanced at him: "Rather than being her first man, and only for a short year, I would rather be her last man, and have her for decades."

"You're just jealous." Guan Muyun sneered. "Yunyun and I are deeply in love, and a dull, clueless guy like you could never get in. Not to mention anything else, we have more than a dozen shared hobbies. Besides being good at studying, what do you have that I can match?"

Nie Zheng looked at him intently: "In terms of having something in common, I am indeed inferior to you—I remember, you and she both have Rh-negative blood? Back then, you bragged about this to me for a whole week, saying that you two were a match made in heaven."

Guan Muyun was a little smug: "That's right. You can't have it!"

Nie Zheng confirmed again: "So, you really do have Rh-negative blood, are you sure?"

(End of this chapter)