The time of the city

Chapter 122 Lecture

"To foster an academic atmosphere and enable all students to plan their time effectively and enjoy a fulfilling college life, we have invited an investor from our school to give a lecture. Sophomores are requested to attend the lecture in the auditorium at 7:00 a.m. on Monday (other grades will be arranged later). Please bring a notebook and take careful notes. Lateness and early departures are not permitted, and you must sign in and out."

Mo Yu saw the notification in the class group and let out a long cry, "I can sleep in, but I don't want to attend the lecture."

Ni Jiamu squeezed the juice and couldn't help but jokingly said, "Why do you always think about sleeping? Why should you sleep for a long time when you are alive? You will sleep forever after you die."

"Brother, you are always so sharp-tongued. By the way, where is Feifei?" Mo Yu didn't see Song Fei when she woke up early in the morning, and she still hadn't come back in the afternoon.

"I went to see Xiao Hecheng. Chen Xu said Song Fei goes to the gallery almost every day. I was thinking about arranging her to work directly at the gallery to save her the trouble of running back and forth."

Mo Yu sipped her juice and turned on the TV to her favorite variety show. "You can ask Feifei."

There was still a message from Xiao Hecheng on the phone screen. Mo Yu turned off the phone screen and stared at the TV.

Ever since Song Fei opened up her heart to her that night, she never replied to Xiao Hecheng's messages or responded perfunctorily. She also refused when he asked her out. She thought that as long as Song Fei was happy, that was all that mattered.

On Monday morning, Mo Yu was once again pulled out of bed by Ni Jiamu. She was always happy to have Ni Jiamu as her alarm clock.

When Mo Yu went downstairs, Ni Jiamu had just put breakfast into the thermos box, packed her bag, and filled her thermos cup with hot water. Finally, he took her scarf and gloves.

As expected, Ni Jiamu was the busiest person at school. Mo Yu sat in the passenger seat and said, "Brother, go pick up Xiaoxiao. She hasn't been in a good mood recently."

Ni Jiamu nodded and turned to go to Lin Xiao's house.

"Brother, does Brother Qiaomu like Xiaoxiao?" Mo Yu suddenly came up to Ni Jiamu with a gossipy look on her face.

"I'm driving. Sit back. How should I know? I don't mind other people's business. You've kept me busy enough."

"I think Brother Qiao Mu likes Xiao Xiao. He moved to Xiao Xiao's house before and cooked for her, cleaned the house, and waited for her to come home."

"Hearing you say that, I thought Lin Xiao found a nanny."

When they arrived at Lin Xiao's house, as soon as Lin Xiao walked out, Mo Yu jumped out of the car and waved to her.

"Xiao Yuyu, you are so nice to me. You even came to pick me up." The two of them held hands and sat in the back seat.

"I'm really fucking impressed by this school. How can we have to attend lectures so early in the morning? Damn, it's so annoying." Lin Xiao started complaining as soon as she got in the car, but seeing that she was in a much better mood, Mo Yu's worries were also mostly relieved.

"Lin Xiao, stop using foul language and don't lead my Xiaoyu astray."

As soon as Ni Jiamu spoke, the car fell silent for several seconds. "I know," Lin Xiao said pitifully, covering her mouth.

When they arrived at the auditorium, many people were already gathered, but most of them were sitting in the back row. They must have been reluctant to attend the lecture, but they had to go, so they all hid in the back row to listen to music and play games.

"Xiaoyu, we can only sit in the first row." Lin Xiao threw the notebook on the seat with an unhappy look on her face.

There were still ten minutes left before the lecture began, and most people had already arrived. Lin Xiao looked at the podium so close and started complaining again.

"Xiaoyu, what kind of crap school is this? Last year, I was a freshman, and the ones attending the morning lectures were freshmen. Now I'm a sophomore, and they're starting over again. And we're art students, and we're being asked to listen to these businessmen's high-sounding speeches. How can we possibly understand them?"

"Stop talking, Principal."

"I'm just saying, University A has a lot of broken rules. I don't even want to take notes."

"Student, you have a lot of complaints about our school." The principal walked up to Lin Xiao with his hands behind his back. Lin Xiao, who had been chattering just now, suddenly fell silent.

"After the lecture, give me your notes to check."

Watching the principal's retreating figure, Lin Xiao felt completely hopeless. She had barely taken notes in high school, but now in college, not only did she have to, but she also had to submit them to the principal for inspection. She could only blame herself for having such a rude mouth.

The time came, and the principal walked up to the podium. "Today's speaker is Qiao Feng, chairman of the Qiao Group, our school's largest investor. Please welcome him with applause."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole audience burst into thunderous applause. The eyes of the girls present lit up and their screams became louder and louder.

Lin Xiao leaned close to Mo Yu's ear and said, "I thought it was an old man, but it turned out to be Qiao Feng. That's pretty good."

Nan Fengfeng walked up to the podium amid screams. He had a tall and straight figure, a beautiful and dignified face, and his drooping eyelashes trembled slightly. There were thousands of people in the audience, but he was not nervous at all. His whole expression revealed confidence, which was really dazzling.

"Xiaoyu is so handsome, your brother Nanfeng is so handsome."

Mo Yu also looked at him on the podium. Nan Feng was undoubtedly a dazzling existence in Mo Yu's eyes. He was only 23 years old, but he had already reached a height that many of his peers could hardly reach.

"Hello everyone, I'm Qiao Feng. I thought it would be hard for you all to attend the lecture, so I prepared some drinks for you."

After saying that, Nan Feng turned around and waved his hand. Dozens of staff members carried boxes of Wangzai milk to the stage to distribute to the students.

Mo Yu held a bottle of Wangzai milk and met Nan Feng's eyes on the stage. Nan Feng raised his eyebrows at her with a smug look on his face.

"Alright everyone, I have a mission to attend to, so please be quiet. You all know I'm a businessman, but today I don't want to talk about business. I'd like to talk about college life and offer some personal advice."

So Nan Feng spoke eloquently on the stage, while Lin Xiao frantically took notes below, complaining from time to time, "Really? Qiao Feng speaks too fast. It's hard for me to take notes."

Mo Yu glanced at Lin Xiao's notebook. This silly kid wrote down almost every word Nan Feng said.

She smiled, took out her sketchbook and started drawing the man on the stage.

Two hours passed quickly. Lin Xiao took ten pages of notes and Mo Yu's work was also completed.

“We are very grateful to Mr. Qiao for his lecture, which has benefited us greatly.”

"Mr. Qiao, our students are also very studious. They have been taking notes while you were speaking." The principal was eager to show Nan Feng his excellent management skills.

"Yeah, I saw it. They were all very serious." What he really wanted to say was, is this what you call serious? The girls below kept taking pictures of him, while the boys were sleeping so soundly. Taking notes? I guess they didn't even know where they dropped their pens.

"How about this, Mr. Qiao, let me show you some of my classmates' notes."

After he finished speaking, the students in the audience became nervous. The principal glanced around the entire auditorium and finally fixed his gaze on Mo Yu.

"This student, please bring your notes up to show Mr. Qiao."

Mo Yu's hands, clutching the sketchbook, couldn't stop shaking. In the end, she still reluctantly walked up to the podium under the gaze of thousands of people.

The principal didn't even glance at her. He took her sketchbook and said to the audience, "Mr. Qiao and all the students, come and take a look. Our student is not only good-looking, but also has excellent notes and handwriting."

Mo Yu, who was standing next to the principal, wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it. She was so embarrassed.

"Hahaha!" the students in the audience laughed. "There are no words on it, but the painting is really nice."

When the principal turned the notebook over and took a look, his expression instantly froze and even his smile became so bitter.

Mo Yu knew that she was finished this time. She had caused the principal to lose face, and she didn't know how the principal would be punished.

Suddenly, applause came from the side, accompanied by a clear and pleasant voice, "The painting is very good. I didn't expect your school is so full of talented people. Can you give me this painting? I like it very much."

"Yes, sure." Mo Yu knew that Nan Feng was helping her out, and her heart was filled with emotion.

"Thank you, student. I didn't expect to receive such a satisfying gift during my visit to school. I really like your school. This student is from the art department, right? I plan to buy you some art tools as a token of my appreciation."

After the show, Mo Yu, carrying her bag, looked worried. "Xiaoxiao, the principal will definitely talk to me. This is the second talk I'm going to have in my life. I hope the principal won't ask the parents to come. I'll have to call my brother again."

"Hey, counselor." Lin Xiao pushed Mo Yu.

"Hello, teacher." Mo Yu didn't expect the conversation to start so quickly.

"Mr. Qiao was very pleased with your painting today. Qiao's company has increased its investment in our school, and the principal is very happy. Congratulations, Mo Yu, you are the principal's designated outstanding student."

After the counselor left, Mo Yu was still in a daze. She actually won an award thanks to Nan Feng, and she could even write it on her resume.