NOVPUBAfter Song Bing introduced them, Zou Hang, who was sitting to the side, suddenly slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "I remember now, I kept thinking why she looked so familiar—it turns out to be Miss He Bingbing!"
"Miss He, I’ve been emailing you constantly, inviting you to come to our university for a shoot, do you remember? I am from Magic City University of Finance, the head of the Student Union’s Publicity Department."
Upon hearing this, He Bingbing also remembered.
The show He Bingbing had previously hosted, "Elite Campus Life," was a hit show with very high viewership.
Most importantly, every school featured by He Bingbing saw a significant increase in freshman enrollment rates the following year, not to mention it would give the school a wave of free publicity and boost its renown, which was extremely attractive to any institution.
So as the head of the Student Union’s Publicity Department, Zou Hang had always been keen on sending emails to He Bingbing, hoping she would bring the cameraman for a visit to their campus.
If He Bingbing really accepted his invitation, he would have made a major contribution to the school, and he could highlight it prominently in his resume.
But to Zou Hang’s dismay, he sent emails for an entire semester and He Bingbing didn’t reply to a single one.
"Miss He, you didn’t block me, did you?"
Hearing Zou Hang’s question, He Bingbing suddenly felt a bit awkward.
Because Zou Hang had hit the nail on the head.
Other schools usually sent one or two emails and that was it because which schools the TV station would visit for interviews was a matter for the station’s internal meetings. A single email from you wouldn’t make them come immediately.
But Zou Hang wasn’t like that; he was like someone with nothing better to do, sending several emails every week.
Naturally, He Bingbing, fed up with the hassle, had blocked him.
The viewers in the live stream roared with laughter at Zou Hang’s incessant chatter.
"Is this the so-called top student? I don’t know about his academic performance, but I do know his social skills are lacking and need some work. It’s obvious that Bingbing didn’t even recall him, and yet he has the nerve to ask if he was blocked—this dude is going to be the death of me with laughter."
"This is the classic case of being blocked online, then having the audacity to ask face-to-face why you were blocked. My seven-year-old brother would be too embarrassed to do that."
"Now I finally get why Song Bing didn’t speak highly of his two friends; judging from what I see, they are indeed not up to snuff."
Seeing Zou Hang in a ’leave no stone unturned’ attitude, He Bingbing could only make a few politely distant replies and dodge the topic.
Anyone could see that He Bingbing was growing impatient with Zou Hang, but he was blissfully unaware, even going so far as to take out his phone and suggest to He Bingbing, "Bingbing, I feel like we’re getting along well. How about we exchange contact information?"
"Our university is truly excellent. If your show decides to come record at our university in the future, I can be your guide throughout the whole process, saving you guys a lot of trouble."
"You know our university, Magic City University of Finance; it’s not a place just anyone can enter. There are areas that are not open to the public, but if you, Bingbing, want to come for an interview, I can apply to the principal and I guarantee there will be no issues."
Zou Hang said this with a smug look which drove the online viewers crazy.
"No, isn’t this guy an idiot? Isn’t he asking Bingbing to visit his university for filming? But the way he talks, it sounds as though Bingbing is begging to go to their university to shoot."
"Is this what they call having the right attitude when asking for a favor? Except it seems he’s got the wrong idea about that saying."
"I finally understand why Song Bing has such a low opinion of his friends—it’s simply that something’s off with their thinking."
Seeing Zou Hang shamelessly trying to engage He Bingbing in conversation and set a time for the interview, Song Bing quickly cut in to put a stop to it.
"Enough, old Zou, can’t you take a break after just getting in the car? Bingbing likes quiet, and if you keep yapping like this, she will definitely not consider visiting your university—I’m telling you."
Song Bing understood Zou Hang well, a single sentence made him shut up.
But after Zou Hang shut up, Tang Ke started talking.
"Song Bing, you never used to casually bring friends home. What’s different this time, had a change of heart?"
Song Bing rolled his eyes, not even wanting to respond.
Just because he hadn’t brought friends over before, did it mean he couldn’t do so now?
What kind of logic was that?
Song Bing outright ignored Tang Ke, which made Tang Ke feel somewhat awkward for a while.
Wu Bin wasn’t someone adept at socializing either, and with plenty of company matters to handle, the group didn’t talk much during the journey, each engrossed in their phones. n𝚘𝚟𝚙u𝚋.co𝚖
Thankfully, after the train started, the carriage soon filled up with people.
As conversations around them increased, the car became lively, and the atmosphere at Wu Bin’s group wasn’t so awkward anymore.
Because Song Bing’s hometown was quite remote, although their trip was only about a dozen hours, they had to stay overnight on the train.
At first, Tang Ke and Zou Hang were quite concerned about their personal image, but when nighttime came and sleepiness set in, they stopped caring as much.
Tang Ke was a bit better, simply resting her head on the table and messing up her hairstyle.
Zou Hang, sitting by the aisle with no table to lean on for support, slumped in his seat, mouth open, drooling.
In his current state, he hardly maintained the demeanor of a finance university student.
Around one in the morning, as the train entered the mountainous region, the signal became intermittent and bad.
Left with no choice, He Bingbing told her online friends she would resume streaming in the morning, then ended the broadcast and prepared to sleep as she yawned.
"If you’re sleepy, you can lean on me to sleep."
He Bingbing, not often traveling for work, found sleeping in such a green train carriage uncomfortable.
At Wu Bin’s words, He Bingbing’s cheeks instantly flushed red.
"No need, I’ll just lean against the seat back to sleep."
Wu Bin laughed and pointed at Zou Hang across from them.
"You want to drool like him?"
He Bingbing was no longer squeamish.
After all, she was a girl and needed to be image-conscious. If she ended up drooling with her mouth open like Zou Hang, she’d be too embarrassed to face Wu Bin ever again.
With this thought, He Bingbing gently rested her head on Wu Bin’s shoulder.
It was then that the carriage lights suddenly began to flicker as though there was a loose connection.
This flickering terrified He Bingbing and she instinctively grabbed Wu Bin’s sleeve.
