In the end, I couldn't resist the temptation. If I don't let him see it, won't he just use a VPN to see it himself?
Song Shi'an took out his phone, skillfully mounted a VPN, and clicked on the trending topics on foreign websites.
The moment the screen loaded, it was a devastating blow; my phone almost flew out of my hand.
He jerked back, covering his eyes with one hand and slamming his phone screen face down on the table with the other, his movements so fast it looked like he'd burned his hand.
Pei Zhiyan walked by with a water glass in her hand, her tone calm and collected. "I already told you not to look."
Song Shi'an peeked out from between his fingers. "How was I supposed to know it was this? Don't they blur it on foreign websites? It's so high definition..."
He had never seen such a shocking scene in his life, and now he was filled with regret, deep regret. Curiosity had not only killed the cat, but it had also killed him.
Pei Zhiyan didn't say anything, opened the door and went out. A moment later, she returned carrying several bags and placed them on the table. "I ordered takeout for you."
Several people exclaimed in unison, "Godfather!"
The aroma was late but it arrived. Song Shi'an opened the box and took out an extra box of rice.
I've been eating greenery for too long; my mouth is so bland I could raise fish in it.
He picked up a large mouthful of white rice and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing with a look of pure bliss on his face.
Jiang Ye watched him cling to his rice bowl, refusing to let go, and his chopsticks froze in mid-air. "Is your company mistreating you? You only eat rice and no vegetables."
Song Shi'an picked up another piece of rice with his chopsticks. "You don't understand, rice tastes so good now. To look good on camera and avoid swelling, we even have to drink less water, let alone rice. We're on holiday now, so we can eat as much as we want."
Jiang Ye gave a thumbs up. "It has to be you. Not just anyone can be an actor."
After finishing his meal, Song Shi'an rummaged through his wardrobe to get a change of clothes, but after searching for a long time, he only found a short-sleeved shirt.
He clearly remembered leaving three or four pieces of clothing in the dorm, and looked up to ask Jiang Ye, who was playing a game, "Did you forget to pack your clothes when I left last time?"
Jiang Ye didn't even turn his head, his fingers clattering on the keyboard. "I put them away. I helped you put them away after you went to film last time. They're all hanging in your closet."
Song Shi'an flipped through the clothes again, but there was still only that short-sleeved shirt hanging alone on the hanger.
He scratched his head, wondering if he had only washed one garment back then. His memory was getting worse and worse.
He took out the faded bear-patterned pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
After showering and climbing into bed, I don't know why, but this narrow bed in the dorm feels especially comforting; lying down on it makes me feel at ease.
I slept like this for three years in college and got used to it, so now when I sleep in the big bed in the villa, I only sleep on one side, and the other half is just for decoration.
He leaned against the pillows and scrolled through short videos for a while.
As I scrolled through the videos, I realized something was wrong; eight out of ten were edits of him coughing up blood.
Ying Qi lay in a pool of blood, Meng Zhen knelt in the Imperial Study; their scenes were edited together and played on a loop, accompanied by various tragic background music, showing them dying over and over again.
He randomly clicked on a comment section.
"This person has been posting blood on my D Station for a week."
"How can one die gracefully while coughing up blood?"
"I'm at my wit's end, ladies! I thought he was a rising star, but these few minutes of footage are all his highlights, and then it's over!"
"Who understands the feeling of drinking those little clips of An'an every day after becoming a fan?"
"I don't understand. He's just a minor supporting actor at most. Isn't this stealing the spotlight? I haven't seen many scenes with the main actors, but he's the one jumping around the most. Is this paid marketing?"
"To be honest, his acting was just so-so. I don't know what you're praising him for. He only had about ten minutes of screen time in the whole show, and you guys are calling him a great actor."
"His face is so distracting; he always plays Song Shi'an, and it's impossible to get into the role."
Song Shi'an glanced at it, and to be honest, aside from feeling a little embarrassed and awkward, he didn't feel anything else.
To be an actor, you need a strong heart; otherwise, just reading the comments would be enough to break you down.
He scrolled past the negative comments and found a video about repairing cow hooves, which he watched with great interest.
I don't know why these kinds of videos have a kind of magic; once you finish watching one, you immediately start watching the next, and they have a 100% play rate.
I was looking at my phone when it slid to the side of my pillow, and I fell asleep.
The next day, as soon as the alarm clock vibrated, Song Shi'an squinted, reached for his phone, and turned it off.
I really envy those who study finance. The teaching building is nearby, but he has to get up an hour early and cross half the campus to get to class.
He grabbed his textbook and dashed off, parking his shared bike and rushing to the classroom. He arrived early enough that the back rows were still empty, so he found a corner to sit down.
He took out a small bread roll from his backpack, pulled down his mask, and started eating. The bread was a bit dry, and he choked on it, drinking water constantly.
Halfway through the meal, he noticed a girl sitting a few seats away next to him, staring at him.
Song Shi'an looked at the bread in his hand, then took another one out of his bag and handed it over. "Would you like some too? This little bread tastes pretty good."
Liu Xue hadn't expected to receive this benefit for arriving early; her face flushed instantly, and she carefully accepted the gift, saying, "Thank you."
Upon closer inspection, Panpan a small bread roll... So Song Shi'an liked to eat these. She quietly stuffed the bread roll into her bag.
Not long after we finished eating the bread, the classroom gradually filled up with people.
Song Shi'an opened his book, his gaze firm, looking like a diligent student attentively listening to a lecture.
The old professor came in, looked around, and nodded in satisfaction. "Very good, the place is full today."
As he continued speaking, he realized that some students weren't paying attention at all, and he hadn't even met many of them before. So he coughed twice and said, "Now I'd like to ask a student to answer a question. This will count towards your participation grade. If you can't answer it, you'll have to retake the course next year."
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone lowered their heads and frantically flipped through their books, muttering to themselves, "I can't see him, I can't see him, I can't see him."
Song Shi'an flipped through a couple of pages, then suddenly realized, "Wait, the professor hasn't asked any questions yet! What are you flipping through? Can you find the answers by flipping through books?"
The old professor adjusted his glasses, randomly selected a girl, and Jiang Yu stood up, her face flushed red.
It's over, she's not an energy storage type at all, her brother ruined her.
Jiang Ming glanced at a boy in the front row, but didn't dare to turn around.
It's not his fault. Ever since he got into the same school as his sister, he's been either picking up her packages or acting as her little brother every day.
He simply sent his sister a message saying, " Song Shi'an came to class today," and she rushed over from the neighboring campus wearing slippers.
The old professor's voice rang out slowly. "Everyone knows the advantages and disadvantages of lithium-ion battery energy storage. Now, let's raise a practical engineering problem: large-scale wind and solar energy storage power stations are equipped with lithium iron phosphate energy storage chambers. Under low-temperature conditions, the capacity decays and the charging and discharging efficiency drops sharply. At the same time, the thermal management system continuously consumes electricity, increasing operation and maintenance costs. Existing conventional liquid cooling and air cooling solutions cannot balance low-temperature endurance and energy consumption."
"Based on the concept of phase change thermal energy storage combined with temperature control, explain your optimization design approach, including material selection and operational logic."
Jiang Yu gave Jiang Ming a frantic look, and Jiang Ming blinked frantically in response, "My dear sister, he doesn't know either! This is beyond the scope of the curriculum..."
He silently turned his head back, no longer looking into his sister's eyes, which were filled with pleading for help.