"Hey, long time no see, Old Wang. I missed you so much."
Yu Hao greeted him with his usual energy.
"Spent the break catching up on Feng Gong again?"
"The Spring Festival Gala these days feels pretty boring. I just watch the old classics."
"Very good. Then let me ask you: a giant hammer, plus a cup of Imperial Jade Liquor, plus a plate of Gathering of Heroes..."
After a few rounds of laughing and joking, Yu Hao leaned closer and lowered his voice. "I heard that during the last break's internship, Li Shuci worked on your documentary project. You two spent more than half a month together day and night. So? Any progress?"
Wang Yan merely smiled without answering, then turned to Xiao Haiyang. "You seem darker."
"By eight shades!" Xiao Haiyang said. "Lu Qiaochuan and I were over there helping build prefab housing. The moment we opened our eyes every day, it was work. Even meals had time limits. We weren't used to it at first, our muscles were sore, and that period was truly dark and miserable..."
The work Xiao Haiyang did was indeed comparatively more tiring, but it was impossible for them to be made to do all the dirty and exhausting jobs. College students had high expectations but little practical ability; if they were really assigned anything important, it would only cause trouble.
So he was just complaining. It was impossible to say that he had really done a great deal of work.
At that moment, Yu Hao came over again and said, "I've got another piece of gossip. Want to hear it, Old Wang?"
Wang Yan shot him a sidelong glance. "If you tell me, then I want to hear it. If you don't, then I don't."
"Oh, isn't it about Zhong Bai and