The world of film and television begins with the God of Medicine.

Chapter 1677 A Quiet Morning

The next morning, after the frenzy of the previous night, Jiang Yunming and the other two were all knocked down.

Even immortals can't resist mixing drinks, especially the pungent flavors of spirits and liquors, leading to haphazard and excessive mixing. Everyone ends up drinking too much. This is especially true for a group of male college students just starting their university life, who, in a moment of high spirits, act recklessly and without restraint.

At the start of the school year, everyone is in the same class and has just met, so no one wants to give in to anyone else. Naturally, they end up drinking contests, each trying to outdrink the other.

To be fair, the main characters weren't just there for show. Xiao Haiyang, Lu Qiaochuan, and Yu Hao, plus Ren Yifan who joined midway, all outdrank the other dorm rooms in terms of drinking capacity. Of course, Yu Hao won by default. And even more obviously, Wang Yan didn't put in any effort.

This is the advantage that makes someone memorable and helps them stand out from the crowd. Xiao Haiyang's family connections, Yu Hao's effeminate manner, Lu Qiaochuan's ability to cause trouble, and Bi Shisan's unconventional personality are all unique traits that attract attention.

Wang Yan jumped out of bed, put on a short-sleeved shirt, shorts, and sneakers, glanced at the three people who were fast asleep, grabbed her phone and wallet, and left the dormitory.

As soon as I stepped out of the dormitory, I could already feel the fresh air. Once I left the building, I felt cleansed by the fresh air from the inside out.

Cicadas are flapping their wings, and willows are swaying their branches. But it's too early; it's barely dawn, and the birds haven't even woken up yet.

Even the elderly people strolling on the playground, the active participants in exercise, are only a handful.

Wang Yan began his daily morning exercise, running a half marathon at a pace slightly above three minutes per minute, which took more than an hour before the sky brightened. Afterward, he would imagine an enemy and practice a couple of punches, each one a distinct move.

His time was almost exactly the same as yesterday, with an error of no more than five minutes. But this morning, Xiao Haiyang didn't come; he was obviously drunk.

Just like yesterday, he chatted with the elderly people practicing martial arts, and even had the leisure to teach them a couple of moves. After playing on the parallel bars and horizontal bars for a while, he went to the cafeteria for breakfast.

With so many people, there are always some diligent ones. At this moment, quite a few people in the cafeteria have already gotten up to eat breakfast and have already familiarized themselves with the university procedures to show their care for their roommates.

As Wang Yan walked through the empty cafeteria, he saw Li Shuci and Zhong Bai eating breakfast next to a pillar when he was almost at the breakfast stall.

"Hi!" Zhong Bai waved and greeted him.

"Wang Yan, good morning~" Li Shuci nodded solemnly, her smile revealing her dimples.

"Good morning, good morning."

Wang Yan waved his hand as a greeting, then strolled over, got breakfast from the stall, and sat down opposite them.

"Shuci, we can continue our discussion about Zhang Fengyi now."

“We’ll discuss Zhang Fengyi later.” Zhong Bai interrupted Li Shuci, who was about to speak. “I heard from Lu Qiaochuan that you guys drank very late yesterday. How come you were still able to get up? Looks like you just exercised?”

"I can't hold my liquor, so I didn't drink much. I just ate. It's so great to have classmates who are all rich kids. Everything is delicious."

"What about Lu Qiaochuan and the others?" Zhong Bai pressed.

Wang Yan, with a steamed bun in his mouth and an egg in his hand, muttered, "They're obviously all drunk and haven't opened their eyes yet."

"I knew he was drunk when he didn't reply to my messages. Hey, I heard Ren Yifan was drinking with you guys yesterday too? How is he?"

"You really like asking questions you already know the answer to."

“Indeed.” Li Shuci nodded. “Zhong Bai and Wang Yan said they were both drunk, and Ren Yifan was also among them.”

"Oh dear, I was just worried sick. They're both my...good friends, of course I have to take care of them," Zhong Bai said, then added, "But you were really rude. No wonder Gu Yixin scolded you in the dorm...uh...um...just thinking about you makes me angry!"

"You don't need to be polite on her behalf. You mean she gave me a thorough dressing down, right, Shuci?"

"what?"

Seeing that Wang Yan and Zhong Bai were both looking at her, Li Shuci wiped her face, her eyes darting around, put down her chopsticks, picked at the bottom of the table with her hands, and turned her toes inward.

"I don't know..." she repeated, her voice dry and lacking confidence, nodding as she emphasized, "I really don't know!"

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "I believe you."

"Huh?" Li Shuci looked up again, staring at Wang Yan in disbelief.

She was a bit naive, but not stupid. She knew, of course, that her words weren't credible, but seeing Wang Yan's equally serious expression, as if she truly believed him, her heart pounded. Admitting it meant betraying her roommate. Denying it meant betraying Wang Yan's trust. Her mind was in turmoil, a thousand thoughts racing through her mind, making her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles, her face flushed.

Zhong Bai laughed heartily: "He was just teasing you. You can't tell, Shuci, you're so cute."

She reserved her feminine side for Lu Qiaochuan, and always presented herself as a tomboy and carefree woman to others.

Seeing that Li Shuci was at a loss, Wang Yan said, "Let's talk about Zhang Fengyi instead. I watched an episode of Real Men yesterday when I had some free time..."

"Oh, you had time to watch variety shows while drinking yesterday?" Zhong Bai chimed in.

"I drank very little and just ate the food. They were all making a complete fool of themselves while they were drinking, and we couldn't even have a conversation. I could only watch variety shows to pass the time while I ate."

"Haha, you're so cunning." Zhong Bai said sincerely, looking at the food that had been reduced on Wang Yan's plate. "But you really can eat a lot."

"Being able to eat is a blessing." Li Shuci said earnestly and solemnly.

"Thank you."

"polite."

Wang Yan said, "The part where Wang Baoqiang dubbed the rocket launcher was quite funny... He played the Blind Shaft..."

Zhong Bai listened dumbfounded to their awkward exchange, one sentence after another, and even got goosebumps from the embarrassment. However, she noticed that neither of them seemed embarrassed, and they kept talking non-stop.

The conversation started with Wang Baoqiang, then moved on to analyzing the cinematography and story of Blind Shaft. Next, it touched on Hello! Mr. Tree, praising Wang Baoqiang's excellent acting, and then Jia Zhangke, discussing his humanistic concerns and how the sixth generation of directors specializes in filming dirty and chaotic scenes…

In reality, their conversation was quite informative, revealing their thoughts and values. It was just that there were some issues with how they expressed themselves. Of course, this was Li Shuci's problem; Wang Yan was simply accommodating her.

When the conversation returned to photography, Li Shuci said, "Your photos are really good. I looked through all the photos on your Weibo yesterday, and I especially liked the series of smiling portraits you took. From children to final portraits, there are men and women; it feels like a cycle of life."

There was also a wedding you photographed, taken from the other side of the car window, showing the bride, groom, and the bride's parents..."

Zhong Bai chimed in, "Yes, Wang Yan, I've seen your photos on Weibo too, they're very well taken! I see some of them are film photos, right?"

Wang Yan smiled and nodded: "I have quite a lot of film photos. I usually take one or two rolls when I go out to take photos. Over time, I accumulate a lot of photos."

“Lu Qiaochuan really loves film,” Zhong Bai said. “Hey, when you go back later, could you bring them some breakfast?” “I’ve already finished eating, you go buy it.”

Wang Yan had barely finished speaking when his phone rang. It was Ma Chi, his roommate, asking if he was eating breakfast out and asking him to bring some back.

So Wang Yan went to bring breakfast back to everyone in his dorm, while Zhong Bai bought breakfast for Yu Hao, Xiao Haiyang, and Ren Yifan in Lu Qiaochuan's dorm and asked Wang Yan to deliver it to them...

Ren Yifan lived in the same dormitory building as them, except that the photography studio was on the sixth floor, while Ren Yifan, who spoke Spanish, was on the third floor.

When Wang Yan arrived, Ren Yifan was already sober, leaning against the wall with his hair flying everywhere. His face was pale and his lips were chapped, a consequence of being drunk.

My roommates were still asleep, and the room was quiet.

Upon seeing Wang Yan appear as the door opened, Ren Yifan's lips trembled as he reached out his hand, looking as if he longed to be saved.

"My benefactor! What could be more precious than a bowl of plain porridge after waking up from a drunken stupor? If there is, it must be the kind-hearted person who tirelessly runs errands to deliver the meal, Old Wang! It's you! The guiding light in my heart, the lighthouse in my life! You led this lost sheep to salvation! If I weren't ill and unable to perform the full ceremony, I would definitely kowtow to you!"

He moved his hands slowly, and finally clasped them together with a loud thud, bowing deeply. "Thank you for your help, buddy! If you could lend me a hand, it would be even better if you could get me a bottle of water."

Wang Yan handed over a breakfast, then took a bottle of mineral water from a case on the floor and threw it onto the bed.

"Hey, Lao Wang, I have some Zhonghua cigarettes and Yuhua stones on my table. Take what you like, don't be shy."

Wang Yan smiled, took out a box of Yuhua stones and waved it at him: "Thank you for the gift, Young Master Ren."

"What reward? This is my way of showing respect to you, sir." Ren Yifan said shamelessly, without any pressure whatsoever, with a playful smile.

He's still quite popular; he's easy to talk to, has no communication problems, is flexible, and doesn't annoy people.

Last night, we all drank together, and he contributed some food and drinks as well. He's a legitimate second-generation rich kid, and he's quite generous in this regard.

Wang Yan waved to him and stopped talking to disturb the other students' sleep.

In the university dormitory, the feeling of everyone sleeping in late together is quite comfortable...

Upon reaching the sixth floor, the door to dormitory room 616 was open. As soon as Wang Yan appeared, a commotion erupted inside.

"Old Wang! Help!" Yu Hao shouted, "Quick, Zhong Bai said you brought us breakfast, porridge! I want porridge!"

“Once upon a time, there was a shepherd boy who shouted ‘Wolf!’ when he was making a fuss. The villagers came to see what was going on, but the wolf didn’t come… This story tells us…” Bi Shisan, with his side-swept bangs, spoke calmly and unhurriedly, pausing at the end to wait for the others to respond.

He didn't sleep in the dorm yesterday; he only arrived this morning and is currently packing his things...

Yu Hao laughed heartily: "Old Wang, guess what lesson this story teaches us?"

“Yeah, Lao Wang, guess!” Xiao Haiyang laughed along.

Lu Qiaochuan got out of bed and took the breakfast from Wang Yan, seemingly not very concerned about the matter.

Bi Shisan's gaze also fell on Wang Yan.

"It's very simple. The lesson this story teaches us is that noisy people die."

Yu Hao: "Huh?"

Xiao Haiyang: "No way, you could even guess that? You're a genius, Lao Wang."

Lu Qiaochuan pretended to be calm, but he couldn't help but stare at Wang Yan with wide eyes, wanting to see what kind of brain Wang Yan had.

At this moment, Bi Shisan slowly tilted his head and affirmed, "Correct answer."

Although he didn't say it, his eyes revealed surprise, wondering how Wang Yan knew. Most people, upon first hearing this, would simply respond with the classic "boy who cried wolf" analogy. However, he was too lazy to ask Wang Yan why, because there would always be some fool who would ask.

Yu Hao asked, "Old Wang, how did you know? Have you heard of it before?"

Wang Yan shook his head: "You were making a fuss first, and Bi Shisan was just telling a fable. Moreover, in his fable, he started by saying that when people are making a fuss, they should shout 'Wolf!' Isn't that obvious?"

“You’re a smart person,” Bi Shisan nodded to Wang Yan.

"If you say that, aren't you implying that none of the three of them are smart? Thirteenth Brother, in this world, those who consider themselves smart are stuck at the bottom of society, while those who are called mediocre are pointing fingers at the top of the world. What's the point of being smart or not? It's just a matter of fate, luck, feng shui, accumulating good deeds, and studying."

“Deep affection is short-lived, and excessive wisdom is bound to bring harm.” Bi Shisan looked at Wang Yan and said, “Brother Wang, if you see things too clearly, life becomes meaningless and hopeless. Although this world is not perfect, we are still young, and if nothing unexpected happens, we still have several decades to live. We can only live comfortably if we have hope. Let us encourage each other.”

"Thank you."

"polite."

"No way, are you two sick?" Yu Hao got out of bed, hands on his hips. "You're both eighteen, how can you talk like you're eighty? Hurry up and eat breakfast. Oh dear, there are only three portions. Well, since we've drunk so much and our stomachs are upset, let's each take a bite and that'll be enough for Bi Shisan."

Bi Shisan waved his hand: "Thank you, but it's not necessary. I've already had breakfast."

After a brief chat, Wang Yan took the remaining breakfast back to his dormitory, where Jiang Yunming and the others were already eagerly waiting for their food.

With the door left open to let the smell dissipate, Jiang Yunming and the others eagerly got out of bed.

Jiang Yunming: "Old Wang, thanks."

Ma Jun, a native of Beijing: "Old Wang, you are my best brother."

“Old Wang, how about I buy you a lens later?” The chubby rich guy Luan Mengyu said very seriously. “I feel like you might become my biological father in the future. Whether my brother can eat breakfast well and whether his stomach is healthy depends on you.”

"piss off."

Jiang Yunming laughed heartily: "I think Fatty is right, Lao Wang. If you get up and exercise every day, you'll really have to bring your own breakfast. But don't worry, I'll top up your meal card and treat you to breakfast every day."

"Alright, you guys don't necessarily eat breakfast every day, one meal at a time. It's just a convenient thing for me to bring breakfast. Okay, everyone hurry up and eat, it's almost eight o'clock. In a bit, we need to pack up and go get our military training clothes and textbooks."

Wang Yan turned around, grabbed a change of clothes, and went to wash up. Such a healthy routine seemed somewhat unusual in this university and major. But even in top universities, students who want to truly understand their subjects rarely have a good routine; even geniuses need to study, and often they learn more and more.

In this respect, it seems that everyone is even, and all have a bright future...

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