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After a few days, the six of them gradually figured out a rhythm.

Jiang Yining gets up the earliest. As soon as her alarm goes off at 6:20, she gets up, washes up, puts on makeup, changes clothes, and leaves for school before 7:00.

Lin Zhen followed closely behind, and at 6:50 he went downstairs with his briefcase. He met Jiang Yining at the door and gave her a ride—the law firm and the school were only two streets apart.

Wu Jiayuan hands over her shift at eight o'clock and leaves at seven-thirty. Sometimes she misses breakfast, so she grabs a piece of bread and runs out.

He Xu and Zhuang Wenmin have flexible working hours; they go out when there is work, and stay in the villa when there is no work.

Sun Zhuohang has the fewest appearances, often spending the whole day in his room memorizing lines, and is only occasionally called to auditions by his agent.

It gets lively at night.

Whoever gets back first cooks; if there are many people, we cook together; if there are few people, we order takeout.

Lin Zhen's cucumber-smashing skills became more and more proficient, Jiang Yining's variety of dishes became more and more diverse, Wu Jiayuan was in charge of soup and vegetarian dishes, Zhuang Wenmin prepared the dishes, and He Xu and Sun Zhuohang washed the dishes.

After the division of labor was settled, the noise in the kitchen was much less than on the first day.

The production team then launched the second phase of filming—following the guests in their daily work.

Each person has a different shooting range. Jiang Yining's side has agreed that they can shoot classrooms and offices, but not students' faces.

Wu Jiayuan's hospital only allows filming of corridors, rest rooms, and meeting rooms; wards and examination rooms are strictly off-limits.

Lin Zhen's law firm cooperated, but required all case information to be redacted.

Sun Zhuohang was at the audition, but the production team only agreed to film the parts where he was waiting and leaving.

He Xu's filming was of a dance class at Banxing Entertainment.

After the footage was edited out, the four observers in the observation room remained silent for about three seconds.

Then Fang Yiren spoke first, her voice carrying a bewildered "What am I seeing?" tone: "...The jobs of these six guests...are really so different..."

The host, Cao, glanced down at the script: "What should I say?"

"You'll see when you read on."

The screen cuts to a clip of Jiang Yining.

She entered the school gate at 7:10, carrying a canvas bag in one hand and clutching a half-finished cup of soy milk in the other. She was stopped in the corridor by a girl with a ponytail.

"Teacher Jiang! I spent half an hour on that last problem yesterday and still couldn't solve it—"

Which one?

"I couldn't even draw the auxiliary lines for that last irregular shape."

Jiang Yining switched the soy milk to her left hand, took the girl's workbook with her right hand, glanced at it, and said, "This problem requires doubling the median and proving congruence. It's okay if you can't solve it; it's just a little difficult."

"Teacher, could you please speak a little slower today?"

"When will I be almost there?"

"You always explain difficult questions quickly, but you're slow when explaining multiple-choice questions," the girl said matter-of-factly.

Jiang Yining glanced at her, then chuckled, "Alright, I'll speak slowly. Go inside, did you finish your homework yesterday?"

"...I still need English."

"So you're still chatting with me in the hallway?"

The girl vanished instantly.

Fang Yiren smiled as she looked at the screen: "This teacher and student get along quite well."

Teacher Wei nodded: "She is very close to her students, but not in a way that is unprincipled."

The host, Cao, said, "Now look at the next segment."

The scene cuts to a math class.

Jiang Yining stood on the podium, a geometry problem was projected onto the screen. She used a laser pointer to draw circles on the diagram, speaking at a steady pace, pausing after each step to check the audience's reaction.

A boy in the back row was playing with his pen with his head down. She stopped him and said, "xxx, please repeat how I just explained how to draw that auxiliary line."

The boy stood up, stammered a few words, and his voice grew softer and softer.

Jiang Yining didn't get angry, nor did she make him sit down directly. Instead, she moved the red dot of the laser pointer to the guide line: "From here to here, do you see it? Say it again now."

The boy stared at the screen for a few seconds, then stammered out his reply.

"Yes. It's that simple. If you had looked up and listened to me earlier, you wouldn't be standing here now."

The whole class burst into laughter.

Wang Yiren chuckled as he held his coffee cup: "This teacher is great. He doesn't yell at people. When I was in school, I liked teachers who were humorous, witty, and kind the most."

The second segment cuts to Wu Jiayuan.

In the hospital corridor, her white coat collar revealed a dark green scrub suit underneath, and she walked quickly as if she were rushing to an event.

A nurse followed beside him, flipping through the patient's medical record and reporting as she walked: "The fever in bed seventeen has subsided; he can be transferred to a regular ward today. The parents of bed twenty-three requested a consultation, saying their child's leg hurts, but yesterday's X-ray came back normal. And then there's the one in bed five—"

"What happened to bed five?"

"His mother came again, saying she wants you to explain why he has to be on an IV drip for eight hours every day."

Wu Jiayuan paused for a moment: "Eight hours? Who told her it was eight hours?"

"I don't know, maybe I misheard while chatting with other patients."

"I'll go explain right now." She glanced at the nurse. "You go and comfort the parents of bed number 23. I'll be there in five minutes."

After speaking, he turned into the fifth ward, where a young mother was sitting on the edge of the bed holding her child, looking anxious.

Wu Jiayuan sat down on the edge of the bed, her tone softening: "Sister, I heard from the nurse that you have questions about the duration of the IV drip?"

The mother began to speak, and Wu Jiayuan listened without interrupting, waiting until the other woman finished before speaking: "You're right, eight hours is indeed too long. But my child's situation..."

She pointed to the numbers on the IV card and explained them very slowly, interrupted three times by the mother, but patiently listened each time before continuing.

Ten minutes later, the mother's expression relaxed, and she nodded: "Oh... okay, then hang up."

When Wu Jiayuan stood up, she patted her on the shoulder: "Call the nurses' station anytime if you need anything."

After reading this, Fang Yiren breathed a sigh of relief: "He's so patient. I would have gotten impatient long ago."

Teacher Wei laughed: "Pediatricians all have this kind of quality. They deal with both parents and children every day. Patience is something you develop through practice."

Wang Yiren said, "No wonder Dr. Wu is so good at creating a lively atmosphere. It turns out he has to deal with so many people every day. It's all from social skills."

Host Cao: "Let's take a look at Attorney Lin."

Lin Zhen's scenes have a completely different style.

In the law firm's conference room, he sat at one end of a long table, opposite a middle-aged man in a dark suit with a serious expression.

Lin Zhen had a contract spread out in front of him, his finger pointing to a clause on a certain page: "Mr. Wang, the problem with this clause is that the other party's agreed-upon maximum liability for breach of contract is only five percent of the total contract amount. This percentage is relatively low by industry standards..."

The other person frowned: "How much do I need to change it?"

"A range of 15% to 20% would be reasonable. I suggest 20%, leaving room for negotiation."

"That's too much; they won't agree."

"The other party won't agree, but they will bargain. If you start negotiating from 20%, it will eventually come down to around 15%, which is much easier than if you start directly from 5% and keep increasing."

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, help me revise it."

"After I've made the changes, I'll send them to you for review. Once you've confirmed them, I'll send them to the other party."

"it is good."

Fang Yi leaned back in her chair: "Attorney Lin is a completely different person at work compared to at the villa. He's so careful with his words at the villa, but how come he speaks so clearly and fluently at the law firm?"

Teacher Wei laughed: "He's just nervous about socializing with strangers, not that he can't speak. He's confident in work situations."

Host Cao nodded: "Moreover, he gives advice very naturally and without beating around the bush, which shows that he is very confident in his professional skills."