Film and Television Overview: Starting from the Same Window

"Which girlfriend is this?" Jing Xiaoai asked sourly.

"I went back to Jiangyi a couple of days ago and met a girl who insisted on being my girlfriend. She's handsome, what can I do!" Zhou Shengchen said proudly.

"What a disgrace!" Jing Xiaoai snorted.

Seeing Jing Xiaoai's reaction, Zhou Shengchen smiled and said, "Looks like I'll have to go to the supermarket to buy a few jars tomorrow."

"Why are we preparing jars?" Jing Xiaoai asked.

“Because the jar is a vinegar jar,” Zhou Shengchen replied.

"I'm not jealous at all," Jing Xiaoai firmly denied.

Even though she knew Zhou Shengchen had a girlfriend, she still couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy when other women called him.

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic. Can I borrow your secretary?" Zhou Shengchen asked.

Upon hearing this, Jing Xiaoai frowned: "Borrow Xingchen? What do you need her for? Have you taken a fancy to her?"

“I haven’t made any moves on her yet!” Zhou Shengchen said. “I’m planning to start a game company, right? I’d like her to be the general manager.”

"Are you serious?" Jing Xiaoai asked.

Zhou Shengchen pointed to his head and said, "I already have a lot of ideas in my head, and I want to bring them to life."

At this point, Zhou Shengchen looked around and asked, "Where are the Star People?"

Jing Xiaoai pointed to a room on the second floor and said, "Every year before or after the New Year, we're quite busy. She's been exhausted these past few days and is asleep now."

Zhou Shengchen said "Oh," took out his computer, opened the "Sheep" game, and handed it to Jing Xiaoai: "This is a little game I designed. I plan to use it to build up my reputation first. Why don't you play a few rounds and see how it goes?"

"Okay!" Jing Xiaoai took the computer.

Twenty minutes later, Jing Xiaoai glared at Zhou Shengchen fiercely, "What kind of crappy game is this? Is the second level this hard?"

Zhou Shengchen said, "Never mind how difficult it is, I just want to ask you if it has the potential to become a major fire?"

Jing Xiaoai was taken aback, and pondered for a moment: "It does have the potential to become a huge hit. At least even though I've lost several games, I still can't help but want to keep playing. Besides, I don't think I've ever seen a game like this before."

Zhou Shengchen said, "This is the first game I created, and I call it the Elimination Game."

"A match-3 game?" Jing Xiaoai nodded and said, "It really does resemble a match-3 game! Honey, I support you starting a game company."

"Have you finished registering the game company I asked you to help me with?" Zhou Shengchen asked.

Jing Xiaoai's smile froze, then she looked pitifully at Zhou Shengchen: "I'm sorry, honey, I've been too busy these past two days and forgot."

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Zhou Shengchen said helplessly, "Fine, I'll do it myself! But since I forgot what my husband asked me to do, I have to punish you a little."

.........

An hour later, in the bedroom.

Zhou Shengchen smiled smugly. Faced with a battle-hardened and exceptionally talented master like him, Jing Xiaoai was defeated in no time.

Considering that Jing Xiaoai had to go to the company the next day, Zhou Shengchen didn't fuss over her too much and held her tenderly.

"You're bullying me." Jing Xiaoai looked at her man pitifully.

“How could I bully you? I’m just handing in my homework. I’ll come and hand in my homework to you every day from now on,” Zhou Shengchen said with a smile.

"No, absolutely not!" Jing Xiaoai immediately objected.

.... ... ....

"Why? Are you worried about Nie Xingchen next door? Don't worry, our room is very soundproof," Zhou Shengchen said with a smile.

"Don't you know why?" Jing Xiaoai said irritably.

"I really don't know," Zhou Shengchen asked, feigning ignorance.

"You... Hmph, I'm ignoring you."

Jing Xiaoai was a little worried. Although her husband already had several girlfriends, she still felt inferior to him every time he came over.

Unless she finds someone to serve the other person with her, but... somehow, she thought of someone who was very similar to her and with whom she had a good relationship.

"It's getting late, Xiao Ai, go to sleep!" Zhou Shengchen noticed Jing Xiao Ai's fatigue and immediately said, "I'll hold you while you sleep."

"Ok!"

Jing Xiaoai quickly fell asleep.

She was sleeping soundly.

…………

Time flies, and the winter vacation passed by in the blink of an eye. Everyone returned to campus once again and began a new life.

Lu Qiaochuan walked confidently down the corridor of the boys' dormitory.

With the start of the new semester, as the class monitor, he has a lot of responsible work to do.

These tasks were difficult and tedious, but they were not problems in his eyes because the masses "respected" him. He was elected by democratic vote and won the most support with an "overwhelming" victory.

When Lu Qiaochuan arrived at Jiang Yunming's dormitory, he carefully knocked on the door.

Lu Qiaochuan took a deep breath, opened the door and went in. His expression immediately changed, replaced by a fawning smile. He quickly knelt down in front of Jiang Yunming and said in a low, humble voice:

"Brother, you told me yesterday that you could give me my reading notes today. How's it going?" Qian asked.

Chapter 161: The Incompetent Lu Qiaochuan

"Hey, no way! I've only written two thousand words!" Jiang Yunming was playing on his computer, staring intently at the screen without turning his head. It was obvious that he didn't take Lu Qiaochuan, the class monitor, seriously.

Actually, when you think about it, how many college students really respect their class monitor?

Lu Qiaochuan gave a stiff smile: "The teacher won't look at it. Just copy it for me first so I can hand it in!"

Jiang Yunming suddenly thought of something, stopped using the mouse, turned to look at Lu Qiaochuan, raised an eyebrow, and said with a playful tone, "Hey, class monitor, I remember your writing is pretty good. How about you polish it for me?"

"How do we polish it?" Lu Qiaochuan asked with an awkward smile.

Jiang Yunming did the math, waved his hand, and then said very generously, "Just help me polish it to about seven thousand words!"

Lu Qiaochuan was internally screaming: Is your thesis a sponge? I might as well write it for you.

Then Lu Qiaochuan continued awkwardly, "But the teacher only requires 5,000 words!"

Jiang Yunming glared at him with a "437" expression, saying it was perfectly natural: "Because I want to get an excellent grade!"

Lu Qiaochuan was completely defeated by Jiang Yunming. He couldn't help but remind him, "Brother, we don't grade our winter break homework."

Jiang Yunming immediately sneered: "Can't you tell that I'm a person who has very high standards for myself?"

Seeing that Jiang Yunming was so shameless, Lu Qiaochuan was completely at a loss and could only grit his teeth and smile, "Fine, send it first, and I'll add it for you."

"You'll have to add five thousand words!" Jiang Yunming smiled smugly, reminding Lu Qiaochuan.

Lu Qiaochuan turned his head away, then reluctantly nodded, which was taken as an agreement.

Seeing Lu Qiaochuan compromise, Jiang Yunming quickly said, "Then just write five thousand words for me. I haven't even started writing yet!"

"Well done!"

Lu Qiaochuan suppressed his anger, wishing he could kill the beast who had made things difficult for him.

He lowered his head and left the dormitory. As soon as he closed the door, Lu Qiaochuan began to frantically gesture as if he wanted to smash Jiang Yunming to death.

After venting his anger for a while, Lu Qiaochuan had no choice but to smile and walk towards the next dormitory.

It has to be said that Lu Qiaochuan, as the class monitor, had no authority whatsoever, and no one took him seriously.

Although more than a third of the students voted for him as class monitor, just two more votes than the other two candidates, it also meant that nearly two-thirds of the students did not approve of him.

Moreover, he ranked last in the class in a professional exam, hadn't passed the CET-4 exam, and hadn't even done a good job as class monitor last semester, so he had even less authority.

Upon arriving at another dormitory, Lu Qiaochuan squatted down next to the student with a fawning smile. The student, upon seeing him, immediately became impatient: "Why are you here again? Didn't I send you my homework yesterday?"

Lu Qiaochuan looked up, his face stiff with a forced smile: "Tomorrow morning is the first day of school, there will be a flag-raising ceremony. Teacher Ye just sent out the notice, I came to let you know."

"Dude, what era are we living in? Who still goes to raise the flag these days?" the classmate said speechlessly.

Lu Qiaochuan retorted, "That's not how it works. Raising the flag is a responsibility, a source of pride and an obligation for every Chinese son and daughter."

"Stop, stop, stop!" The student, annoyed, quickly interrupted Lu Qiaochuan's rambling, saying bluntly, "Don't give me that nonsense. Why don't you prepare to give a speech under the national flag?"

"We used to do this all the time when we were kids, but college abolished it!" Lu Qiaochuan recalled his glorious past. "Anyway, we only raised the flag once a semester. Tomorrow morning at 6:30, assemble on the playground! Huh?"

"We'll see!" the student said impatiently.

"Don't worry about the situation, it's 6:30 tomorrow morning!" Lu Qiaochuan patted the classmate on the shoulder, then retreated like a lackey!

The next day, under the national flag.

Despite receiving notification from Lu Qiaochuan, only eleven people actually went.

Class teacher Ye Jiping looked angrily at his class's formation, and left with a livid face as soon as the flag was raised.

After the group disbanded, Lu Qiaochuan pulled Yu Hao, Xiao Haiyang, and Zhou Shengchen aside, completely unaware that Teacher Ye seemed angry about something.

"Did you guys notice that Teacher Ye looked pale and like he was about to explode at any moment this morning?" Lu Qiaochuan said.

Xiao Haiyang nodded: "I see. Could it be constipation?"

“Possibly. Let’s not mess with him today!” Yu Hao stood between the two of them, and after listening, he put his hands on their shoulders and said nonchalantly, “What’s so scary about a living person being constipated?”

Zhou Shengchen said calmly, "I've seen his face. He's not constipated. His ashen face is because he's angry."

"He's angry? Why is he angry?" Yu Hao asked, puzzled.

Zhou Shengchen glanced at him: "The flag-raising ceremony only happens once a year, and the principal and director are all there. Almost all the other classes are here. Look at how many of our class are here, and you'll know why he's angry."

Lu Qiaochuan's heart sank: "So, Teacher Ye is going to get angry at the class meeting later, right?"

The three men gave the class monitor, who was in charge of notifying him to participate in the flag-raising ceremony, a look that said "good luck" before leaving.

…………

Back in the classroom, Ye Jiping stood on the podium without saying a word, and the atmosphere was visibly tense and anxious.

"Bang!" Ye Jiping slammed his fist on the lectern and roared:

“All the students in the department are there, and the principal and dean are there too. Do you think this is embarrassing for me?”