Kang Lingyue sat leisurely on the small white sofa, holding the tablet in her left hand, browsing something with a focused look, and sliding upwards with her right hand.

A quick message is being played on TV. The US National Meteorological Administration released its latest meteorological forecast report. The report said that since the beginning of summer in the equatorial Pacific region, the sea water has increased abnormally, and the chance of the "El Niño phenomenon" in this area is increasing in the second half of this year.

“I won’t cook tonight.”

Wen Baojing walked to her daughter, and without even looking at her daughter, she sat down on the sofa and started watching TV.

"Mom, it's boring for you. We are willing to accept the loss." Kang Lingyue turned her eyes away from the tablet screen and looked at her mother who was inclined to repent in disagreement.

"I just don't want to cook for you tonight." Wen Baojing confessed.

"Then go out and eat, or I'll treat you to a good meal and celebrate."

Wen Baojing snorted, paused a little, and asked, "You can go to Vientiane, but whether you are running for the counselor of the Academy of Literature and Arts or the president of the Student Union, don't use my relationship with your father."

"Mom, I said you underestimate your daughter too much," Kang Lingyue put the tablet on the table and moved it to her mother. "I don't need to use my relationship with you blatantly. The Bagua Tower will definitely tell you in advance."

Wen Baojing remained silent. After about a minute, she turned to look at her daughter and asked seriously: "Tell me why I am so anxious to return to China? Is it..." After hesitating for a moment, she continued: "Is it because of Ye Jue?"

Kang Lingyue's expression changed slightly, and she said uncomfortable: "Who did you hear?"

"Don't worry about this. I only know that he will return to China as an exchange student in Cambridge."

"Mom, your famous professor has learned gossip too?"

"What does this matter have to do with gossip about a mother who cares about her daughter?"

In the United States, it is not rare for parents to discuss love topics with their children. Although Professor Wen is a traditional oriental woman in his bones, he has lived in the United States for so long and has been influenced by his experiences and profound knowledge. He does not care about talking about love issues with his daughter. Even more private topics are occasionally involved.

"He and I - just ordinary friends, well, what do you mean?" Kang Lingyue's expression slowly returned to nature. "At most, it's a little better than ordinary friends, that's all. Everyone knows that he and Sun Boya are a couple. Do you know Sun Boya?"

"Is that true?" Professor Wen glanced at his daughter and asked coldly.

"Yes, I talked about this in the Vientiane International Student Group yesterday. I saw the photo of Sun Boya. It's really beautiful! It's worthy of being a recognized garden flower in all grades in the school."

"Don't be careless with me, and you don't even look at who gave birth to you. I know how many intestines you have in your belly."

Kang Lingyue smiled and said, "Mom, you are wrong. You definitely don't know how many intestines you have in my belly, but I may know how many intestines you have in your belly because I have been in your belly."

Wen Baojing was amused by this sentence. Kang Lingyue acted at the opportunity and pinched her mother's shoulders while changing the topic: "Actually, I didn't expect that Liu Jingting was really a genius. Needless to mention anything else, the "The True Story of Ah Q" is comparable to a master-level work. I'm going to translate it for Professor Doranton to see. By the way, I heard that my dad gave him that black pen?"

Wen Baojing nodded.

Kang Lingyue pouted, and said unwillingly but helplessly: "So many people covet my father's two pens, but unexpectedly, Liu Jingting came out for no reason." As he said, he smiled complicatedly, and continued: "Ye Jue was also so angry that he was glaring at him. He directly vowed in the group that he must get the white pen."

Wen Baojing said lightly: "He was a little anxious. This competition has already given enough rewards, so I said he is a good old man."

Kang Lingyue nodded in agreement, staring at the corner of the sofa thoughtfully, silently, not knowing whether she was thinking about the young master Ye who had excellent family background and his own abilities, or about some literary genius she had never met.

After the mother and daughter were silent for a long time, Kang Lingyue suddenly fell into her mother's arms and said leisurely: "Mom, I am actually in a hurry to go back because I want to live a family reunion, and I also want to work hard for the school with you and dad."

Wen Baojing gently said "um" and patted her daughter gently. Kang Lingyue continued: "And that's right, I want to represent Vientiane to participate in the drama competition and fire the first shot for your academy."

"You want to participate in the drama competition?"

Kang Lingyue Zheng focused on the topic and said: "The script is already being conceived. We will strive to write a script that can be proven within two years. Anyway, I will be the first counselor of the college at that time. I will not be able to escape this sooner or later."

"Are you too confident?"

"Mom, I'll tell you clearly. I've decided to make this counselor. I'm not interested in the president of the Student Union. Let Ye Jue and Sun Boya and others snatch it. By the way, Kang Lingyue suddenly sat up and asked, "I don't know if that Liu Jingting will..."

"Being able to write novels may not necessarily be able to write dramas."

Perhaps it was because he lost the bet with his daughter, or because he was a talent discovered by her husband, or perhaps it was for some other reason. As of now, Wen Baojing's impression of Liu Jingting is not particularly ideal.

...

Liu Jingting, at the other end of the earth, was standing under a mulberry tree, looking up at the heavy mulberries on the branches, and then sneeze for no reason. No matter what, he never expected that a mother and daughter were talking about him in the distant America. He would not even think that the top leader of the Vientiane Academy, whom he was about to study, had already had a grudge against him.

Liu Jingting was about to climb a tree with slippers when he suddenly heard his mother calling her name. He looked at the sunny mulberries, responded loudly, and then turned around and ran home.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

Mother Liu's expression was a little excited and said, "You Principal Chen called me just now and said that the Director of the Education Bureau wanted to treat us to a meal."

"Oh, then just refuse to drop it."

"Reject? Your dad has agreed."

"ah?"

"Don't do it. The director invited you to dinner. How much face would you refuse? Also, your father works in a cultural station, so how can he offend people? Your child doesn't know anything."

Liu Jingting smiled and said, "Then go and eat."

The life experience of that world has made Liu Jingting always feel a sense of distance. The basic policy is to stay away from it. However, now it seems that this is obviously impossible. My father is a staff member in the system. How can he keep a distance?

Before the banquet, his parents changed into their most grand clothes. Liu Jingting didn't want his parents to make things difficult for him, so he put on his school uniform. Before leaving, his father reminded him again: "A literati are noble, but losing the wisdom of life is stupid."

Liu Jingting understood it and said, "Dad, don't worry, I know how to do it."

"Don't have any other ideas. I originally wanted to find Director Jin. Your aunt's Li Chong's student status has not been resolved yet. I have looked for me several times and kept dragging it on, just in time to ask in person during this meal."

Liu Jingting nodded, but smiled bitterly in his heart: "What I fear most is this. Any such dinner will never be just a simple dinner. Both parties must have their own thoughts. For those who attend the banquet, they must carry expectations and instructions from all aspects. The higher the guests, the more heavier the instructions."

So it was a dinner with a foreseeable process and ending.

The atmosphere is inversely proportional to the food on the table, and you are uncomfortable, restless, and the smell is like chewing wax.

Mother Liu didn't talk much and had a gentle smile on her face. When she mentioned Liu Jingting, she would occasionally say a few words. It was obviously not the first time that Dad Liu had faced such a scene and was able to deal with it freely and without any leakage. Even the student status problem of his cousin Li Chong was natural and completed in one go.

Liu Jingting was amazed at the sight, and his admiration for his father was added to him.

This is what it means to be a good person.

"This little thing," Director Jin said with a smile, "You have raised such an excellent child and won glory for the whole city and even the whole province. I will solve this little thing for you."

...

After returning from dinner, Liu's mother not only sighed proudly: "If we ordinary people have the opportunity to have a meal with those big people, it is because our small pavilion is competing."

Liu Jingting said a few humble words, but I really don’t know what to say.

But Dad Liu was relatively calm and said, "After leaving the table, you must have a mentality that you have never been there before. If you treat this meal as a gold medal, you will definitely regret it. You both must remember, don't promise anything you promised."

Liu Jingting nodded sincerely, and Mother Liu gave her husband a blank look and said, "Listen to you."

As Liu's father expected, as soon as the family of three returned home, they had distant neighbors visiting each other. After the greetings, they immediately went straight to the topic. Some wanted to transfer children to school, some wanted to run cattle farms, and some wanted to contract fish ponds... There were a variety of different kinds.

Dad Liu replied one by one with helpless but patient care. Liu Jingting stood aside in a complicated mood, not knowing what he was thinking.

...

These seemingly farce-like daily life has caused some trouble to their parents' lives, but it has not had an effective impact on Liu Jingting. He is concerned about two other things now, one is the script and casting of "My Fair Princess", and the other is the serialization of "The Great Desert".

In fact, the script has been completed under the joint efforts of Liu Jingting and Zhang Xiao. The main line and important scenes are naturally written by Liu Jingting. Some classic scenes and some details are also guided by him. Zhang Xiao naturally improved it.

As for the first round of the launch of "The Great Desert" and "The Scepter of Glory", of course, it ended with Xiang Shuai's full victory. The pit that everyone had been waiting for was finally spilled into the first handful of soil. Chu Liuxiang and his confidantes disappeared collectively!

In addition, in "The Great Desert", the heroic and free and easy Hu Tiehua and the black-bellied and vicious Ji Bingyan appeared one after another. As for the first stunning debut in the Central Plains Yihong, he will also start his path of sublimation.
Chapter completed!