On the surface, Li Suran looked like the kind of woman who would hug male models in nightclubs and party every night, but in reality, she had never been in a relationship.
In her words, there was not a single good man in this world.
Shen Wanwan was slightly surprised when she saw that Moments post.
The photographer’s skills were not bad.
But probably still not as good as Su Junmo’s.
The photos Su Junmo took always had strong composition, like cinematic blockbusters. Portrait shots like this, soft and sweet, did not require much technique.
As long as you followed the three fundamentals of photography, that was enough.
Fundamental one: the model looks good.
Fundamental two: the model looks good.
Fundamental three: the model looks good.
Shen Wanwan subconsciously thought of Su Junmo’s photography skills.
Li Suran stared at that sentence for a moment before replying with slight hesitation: Not a boyfriend. He’s my newly hired little assistant brother.
As she typed those words, she felt conflicted. She needed to keep this from Shen Wanwan. Even though Shen Wanwan had Su Junmo by her side, Li Suran also wanted to experience that feeling for herself.
But they had been close friends for many years.
She could not let a man create distance between them.
She would probably get bored of him soon anyway.
When that time came, she could just dump Su Junmo directly. That way, their friendship would not be affected.
The more Li Suran thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.
She absolutely had to keep this from Shen Wanwan.
After all, Su Junmo was her little assistant.
Shen Wanwan let out a soft laugh and sent a voice message, “I’m going to film a project with a famous director next week. I won’t be able to have dinner with you.”
Li Suran thought that was perfect. Next week, she could let Su Junmo keep her company.
So she sent Su Junmo a message, “Wanwan is going to film next week. I’ll take you to an art exhibition.”
When Su Junmo saw that subtle message, he felt something strange.
For some reason, he felt like a husband whose wife had gone out of town, eager to sneak around behind her back.
After thinking about it, the role Song Qianqian had mentioned was probably just a supporting part. Filming would likely take only two or three days.
He replied, “Thursday works. I’m busy the first three days. I picked up a part-time job.”
Su Junmo sent a cat-head sticker along with it.
She felt she was making full use of what she had paid for. She had spent money to hire a little assistant, so of course that little assistant should accompany her.
Li Suran took out her phone and started checking what paintings would be displayed at next Thursday’s exhibition and what each painting symbolized.
She had heard from Shen Wanwan that Su Junmo studied painting.
Then he must have learned all of this.
If she read everything in advance, Su Junmo would think she was impressive.
It was about time for this little assistant to admire her properly.
Li Suran skimmed through the information at lightning speed, memorizing key details. Then she pulled out a schedule and planned to pack that day’s date full of activities.
This was definitely not because she valued that little assistant.
It was because she was a person with plans.
She held herself to high standards.
A senior from their graduate research group walked over and saw Li Suran writing furiously. She spoke in a weary tone, “Junior, you don’t need to work that hard. The professor said you still haven’t planned your research topic properly. You should sort that out soon.”
Li Suran felt a headache coming on.
Master planner, defeated.
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Early 8 a.m. students, 8 eight a.m. souls. Those who attend early 8 a.m. classes are the elite.
Su Junmo sat in the early 8 a.m. classroom with a bun in his mouth.
Everyone in the classroom seemed to have left only their physical bodies behind.
The resentment in the room felt heavy enough to nourish 800 evil sword immortals.
Su Junmo sat in an inconspicuous seat by the window in the middle row, drowsy and half-asleep.
Suddenly, he heard Shen Yun’s attentive voice, “President, why are you here? This is Advanced Mathematics, not an elective.”
Shen Yun’s voice carried a hint of secret joy as he added, “President, did you come to see me?”
Song Qianqian’s cold voice sounded, “No.”
Shen Yun, the undisputed highest card in the deck, Batman’s biggest client, McDonald’s finest mascot, the fearsome crime boss of Gotham, stood frozen.
A body carrying a faint cool fragrance approached Su Junmo. He instantly woke up and handed the bun he had bought for breakfast to Song Qianqian. “President, have you eaten breakfast? You don’t like meat. This one has tofu filling.”
Su Junmo instinctively put on his perfect smile.
He had already eaten the meat-filled one.
Only this vegetarian one remained. If he did not give it away, there would be none left.
Song Qianqian probably would not eat a bun bought from the cafeteria, wrapped in a greasy plastic bag.
She lived with refinement. Even for ordinary meals, she would plate her food properly. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
Her breakfast should be something like a cold iced Americano paired with bread stuffed with cucumber, the kind of bland meal that felt like eating nothing.
Su Junmo subtly tried to pull his hand back. One bun was not enough. He needed two to barely feel full.
Song Qianqian, please do not take it.
Song Qianqian reached out and pinched the bun. “How did you know I didn’t eat breakfast? You’re very thoughtful.”
Su Junmo smiled on the outside and cried on the inside. “What a coincidence. President, you should eat.”
As for him, it did not matter.
It was just one bun.
He could let her have it.
After all, they would be saying goodbye soon.
He did not dare provoke someone this extreme.
The others watching their interaction began exchanging looks.
In the sleepy morning, there was finally a scene that refreshed everyone’s spirits.
“Su Junmo is way too humble. He just gave his own breakfast to the President…”
“I told you he’s always been the President’s simp. Seeing it in person is something else!”
“I don’t think it’s one-sided. I think it’s mutual love. Have you ever seen the President eat something from someone else? No, right? As far as I know, the President has serious cleanliness issues. If someone touches her clothes, she won’t wear them a second time. On her office desk, there are so many disposable gloves it’s terrifying. Even the trash can is filled with used gloves. And yet she took Su Junmo’s big bun with her own hands. What kind of sacrifice is that?”
A classmate from the rational analysis faction spoke confidently.
“I agree. Look at Shen Yun. He’s also a loyal simp of the President. But until now, the President hasn’t said more than ten words to him in total. If you ask me, Su Junmo is clearly more skilled.”
Shen Yun’s face darkened at the side. Su Junmo was a scumbag. How could no one see his true face?
Next time, he would definitely explain everything clearly to the President.
Song Qianqian had already taken a bite of the bun. Her expression remained indifferent, as if no food could stir her emotions.
Food was merely for filling the stomach.
At that moment, she paused after a bite, her eyes flickering slightly. “Is this your breakfast? You’re giving it to me?”
Su Junmo smiled. “Don’t listen to their nonsense. I’ve already eaten. Don’t worry about me.”
One large meat bun was actually quite filling.
Song Qianqian did not say anything further. She quickly finished the bun.
Su Junmo really liked her. He was even willing to give up his breakfast. So attentive, so considerate.
When Su Junmo smiled, he was like a small sun.
When he was bullied, he looked like a wounded, beautiful broken doll.
It made people want to take him home and keep him.
Song Qianqian wiped her hands, glanced at Su Junmo’s handsome side profile, and said, “After class, I’ll take you to the film set. There are many popular stars in this production. You can ask them for autographs.”