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Chapter 100 Uncle Li, Please Answer

The so-called "romance topic" ended without a conclusion due to Li Mu's deliberate avoidance, and then everyone started eating and chatting.

Perhaps because it's mostly young people, the atmosphere is quite nice.

The meal lasted until almost 9 pm before it ended.

Li Mu declined the offer to drive Fatty Sui, who had drunk five bottles of beer, to give him a ride, and instead hailed a taxi directly.

Ever since learning from the wheelchair-bound man that he became paralyzed due to a car accident, he has developed an almost obsessive sense of restraint regarding driving safety.

He didn't expect others to have the same habits as him, nor could he control what others did. Besides—it seems many people think that drinking a little alcohol and driving is no big deal.

But he dared not.

I'm terrified that because of a single oversight, I could become "someone else's" future.

However, instead of walking by himself, he asked other people if anyone was going the same way.

Li Wei was the first to raise her hand: "Me! Me! Li Mu, can you take me home?"

"I'm heading towards Tiyu Road. Where do you live? Is it on my way?"

"Oh, it's not far, I'm on Dexin Street."

Hearing this, Li Mu didn't think much of it and nodded, "Then let's go together. I'll take you back. Anyone else going that way?"

The others shook their heads, or some of them were planning to leave together.

Someone even hitched a ride on that Santana—it was really big.

So he said no more and got into the car with Li Wei.

He was in the passenger seat, and Li Wei was in the back.

After the car started moving, Li Mu leaned back in his seat and heard Li Wei say from behind, "Congratulations!"

"Ha, thank you. But you've all congratulated me so many times today—besides, I'm only getting a slight advantage in terms of time; you'll be done very soon too."

"I hope so. But actually, there are still a few people who probably won't stay. Did you see Jiang Xinchao just now? He hasn't published a single article since joining the Political Affairs Department. I heard it's because he's not very good at writing political articles and always misses the point—"

To be honest, Li Mu didn't really want to talk about these things in the taxi.

Firstly, it sounds a bit like gossiping behind someone's back. Secondly—although it's not a classified unit, it's still inappropriate to talk about unit gossip in front of a stranger.

So he interrupted her directly: "You'll get better with practice. By the way, what do you usually do at home on weekends?"

"Just stay home and relax. Tidy up the house, do the laundry, buy some groceries, and cook a nice meal to treat yourself—I'm a great cook, why don't you come over and try some sometime?"

"Haha, that's great!"

After changing the subject, the two chatted all the way about trivial matters in life and even some things at school.

Finally, near Tianhe Road on Dexin Street, the taxi stopped and took Li Wei off.

"I'm leaving now, Li Mu. Come over to my house for dinner another day."

"Okay, be careful."

"Don't worry—shall we talk on the phone?"

Li Mu didn't think much of it and replied, "Mm."

After returning to Mingya Garden by car, I received a message from Li Wei as soon as I got off the bus: "I'm home, Li Mu, thank you for bringing me home today."

Out of politeness, Li Mu replied: "You're welcome. Get some rest. Good night."

But Li Wei immediately sent another message: "Are you home yet?"

"I've arrived at the apartment building and am about to go upstairs."

"Do you live on Tiyu East Road? Which neighborhood?"

Upon seeing this message, Li Mu blinked—his instincts as a "deceived brother" began to surge through his mind.

then----

He's not replying.

I walked straight home.

As soon as I got home, another message came in: "?"

It was sent by Li Wei.

Li Muxin said, "Why are you asking so many questions?"

After thinking for a moment, he still didn't reply. Instead, he went to take a shower and replied later, "I just ran into an acquaintance and we chatted for a while."

"Oh, I knew it! You're home already?"

"Yes, it's too late, I'm going to take a shower now. Goodnight~"

"Oh? You're going to sleep? — Okay, goodnight then."

Li Mu did not reply.

He tossed his phone onto the table and sat down directly in front of the computer.

Brother Bie said he's going to Macau tomorrow, but he didn't say what time.

Now that he had finished drinking, he wasn't sleepy at all, so he decided to go for a swim.

When it was almost 10 o'clock, his phone suddenly rang.

Li Mu glanced at the caller ID and was taken aback.

It's not a phone number starting with 13, but rather with 01186.

011? Isn't that the official code in the US?

He answered the call with a puzzled look: "Hello?"

"Uh—Uncle Li, it's me, Xixi."

Li Mu was momentarily stunned and didn't react.

Sissi—Oh, Sissi!

"Ha, Sisi, what's up? Did you need something?"

"Uncle Li, it must be past 10 p.m. where you are. Am I disturbing your rest by calling now?"

The girl's voice sounded somewhat hesitant.

"No, I'm online right now. It's not bedtime yet."

"Oh, that's good."

"Did you need something?"

"Yes—well, not exactly yes, it's just—Uncle Li, did you receive the email I sent you?"

?

Li Mu was taken aback: "An email? You sent it to me?"

"—Yes, Uncle Li, did you receive it?"

Liu Qianmeizi's question really touched on a blind spot in Li Mu's knowledge.

He certainly has an email address, but he really doesn't use it often. After all, in China, people usually communicate by phone or text message—and if they do chat online, they mostly use QQ.

So this email account is practically just for show—except for this time when he used it to transfer photos across borders, he almost never used it.

"Uh—I don't usually use email, so I didn't see it. What did you send me?"

"It's just some questions, and some things my performance club teacher and I discussed. There are some things I don't quite understand, and I was thinking of asking you, but I sent you an email three days ago and haven't received a reply, so I thought I'd call to ask. Uncle Li, is it inconvenient for you to reply to emails?"

"No, it's just that I'm not used to using this. Haha, well then, let me check your emails first, and I'll get back to you later, okay?"

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Li. I thought you didn't want to reply to my email."

The girl's voice held a hint of laughter.

"No, it's just not used often. Let me check—you should be at school right now, right?"

"Yes, because of the time difference, I can only contact you now, Uncle Li. I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Uncle Li."

"It's alright, no problem. Let's keep in touch by email then."

"Okay, sure."

Li Mu hung up the phone and directly opened the Yahoo website using the HA0123 link, then logged into his email.

To be honest, HA0123 is really useful. I've already set this website as my homepage, and it's incredibly convenient to access various websites.

Upon logging in, I immediately saw three emails, all sent on the 16th and 17th.

He clicked on the first email: "Uncle Li, hello, this is Xixi. I'd like to ask if I need to learn some theoretical knowledge if I want to become an actress? If so, could you recommend some books? Also, my teacher said that actors need to practice basic skills. What are they? Could you list them? Uncle Li, do you know how to practice them systematically?"

Li Mu was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the contents with an embarrassed expression.

Oh no, I've asked a question that's outside my area of ​​knowledge.

How would he know what actors should learn?

He then opened the second email: "Uncle Li, please reply when you see this."

The third email: "Uncle Li? Could you please reply to this email?"

Li Muxin said that the child was quite polite.

But—Sisi, you've asked me a question you've asked a pushover.

Uncle Me~

I don't understand either!

He shook his head awkwardly, then picked up his phone and sent Fan Bing a message: "Fan Bingbing, are you asleep? If you were to become an actress, do you have any advice or systematic training methods?"

No one replied.

I guess he either drank too much or fell asleep.

Li Mu wasn't making phone calls; instead, he started replying to the girl's email: "Xixi, I apologize for the late reply. Regarding matters related to acting, I'm not a professional and can't give you a proper answer. But I've already forwarded your question to Teacher Fan Biaobing, and she hasn't replied yet. Since it's already very late, I guess she's resting."

I will call her myself tomorrow to ask for some advice and a book list.

Please wait patiently.

After sending the message, the girl didn't reply.

Obviously, although the other party called to urge them, the school didn't have any computers.

He didn't send a text message to the other party either—because he didn't know how to send a message from China to the United States.

Just wait for the email reply.

As he was thinking, seeing that it was almost time, he turned off the computer and lay back down on the bed.

After yawning a few times, he closed his eyes.

I slept without any dreams.

Early Saturday morning, he sent Bie Yan a text message asking when they would be leaving, then grabbed his golf bag and went downstairs.

It's Saturday, and there are quite a few people playing tennis. After Li Mu and the others played two rounds, it was already past 9 o'clock.

Brother Bie didn't reply, but Fan Bing did: "Brother Li, I was a little tipsy yesterday and fell asleep. I just saw your message. You want to be an actor?"

Upon seeing this message, Li Mu replied: "It wasn't me, it was a friend from the US. Remember Brother Wei I mentioned? He's his daughter's classmate, she also came from China, she's very pretty and wants to be an actress."

About half a minute after the message was sent, Fan Bing replied: "Very beautiful?"

Subconsciously, Liu Qianmeizi's image appeared in Li Mu's mind.

He had to admit that although the girl hadn't fully matured yet, her looks were undeniably stunning.

Moreover, not only is the daughter beautiful, but the mother is too.

Both mother and daughter are of exceptional quality.

Of course, on the other hand, his thoughts weren't tainted with anything lewd; everyone has an appreciation for beauty, and it was simply a matter of praise.

With that in mind, he replied, "Yes, it's beautiful."

Ten seconds later.

"Ring ring—"

The phone rang urgently.

Caller: Fan Taobing.

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