Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 61, Question 60: What truly constitutes being of one mind?
Student council members are primarily characterized by emotional intelligence.

"Um, my stomach suddenly isn't feeling well, so I have to go now."

"My roommate broke up with her boyfriend, Mr. Zhou, I'll head back first too."

So the two of them didn't waste any words.

They took the snacks with them and disappeared, slamming the door shut behind them.

"How did you come?"

The empty Jieyou Media Center was now only occupied by senior students and junior students.

Zhou Mingyuan leaned back on the small sofa, his legs still crossed, and looked the girl in front of him up.

"Because I saw it."

Du Jianuo seemed a little embarrassed when talking about these things.

Today, she has indeed experienced too many unexpected surprises.

I received 3,000 RMB for cooperating with Mingli Company in selling contract templates.

The edited video of dancing in the small square quickly rose to the top of the trending topics.

It seems that after meeting Zhou Mingyuan, the previously bumpy and difficult road became smooth, and life became much easier.

After Ji Linlin shared the video with her, Du Jianuo immediately realized something.

Why is He Min, who is usually proud and arrogant, not only admiring Zhou Mingyuan, but even devoted to him?
He seems to have a knack for making himself famous.

So, after only a brief hesitation, she immediately got up to wash and dress, propelled by an inexplicable force, and walked straight toward the small storefront.

"I saw that video!"

Du Jianuo lifted her skirt and leaned down to sit next to Zhou Mingyuan.

The fabric of this dress is somewhat similar to a nightgown; when you sit down, the hem rises, naturally revealing a section of it.

Her skin was fair and delicate, and her calves were long and slender like jade scallions, with a smooth, rosy glow.

"The results are really amazing! When you were instructing them at noon, I was wondering what the final cut would look like. I never expected it to be this good!"

"I ran into some classmates on my way here, and they jokingly called me 'Nanhu Park Jiyeon'~"

The senior student giggled, her eyes brimming with joy.

"It's so-so, it's their first time cutting it too."

A beautiful woman emerges from her bath, her fragrance filling the air.

Even though Zhou Lu had seen countless things in his previous life, he still found it difficult to distinguish whether the scent in his nasal cavity was a mixture of shampoo, conditioner, or essential oils.

He sniffed lightly and spread his hands as he spoke.

"There's more."

Du Jianuo turned to the side and began to speak to herself.

"Sister He Min took me to the business forum held in the institute today."

"Ah."

Zhou Mingyuan nodded.

"After the meeting, we went to Xinghuo Media and reached a cooperation agreement with the owner of Xinghuo Media, selling the contract template at a high price."

Du Jianuo subconsciously recalled the moment when the two of them first met face-to-face to discuss the contract.

She was still somewhat skeptical when she heard the description of selling it at a high price.

But not long after, the contract actually turned into hot RMB.

"pretty good."

"They even gave me a share of the money."

Du Jianuo pursed her lips, crossed her arms, and whispered.

"Nonsense, you've contributed to the team. Do you think the contracts would have been so easy to sell without your involvement?"

Zhou Mingyuan crossed his arms: "Those bosses are all shrewd people."

“You will definitely receive everything you are entitled to, not a penny less. I’m not like Kelly.”

"However, there's a prerequisite: we have to be of one mind."

"If you take the contract template and meeting manual and go out to privately contact those MCN bosses, then I can only say sorry."

The man flicked his wrist, took a cigarette from his pocket, and nodded toward Du Jianuo.

"Nono, I hope you don't misunderstand."

pat!

The senior student stood up, instinctively took a lighter from the table, bent down and reached out to light Zhou Mingyuan's cigarette.

"How could that be! Cough cough, I definitely wouldn't."

Du Jianuo sat back down, and through the smoke, she could see the man's handsome profile with its distinct curves.

She waved her hand vigorously, partly to prove that she was on the same page as her boss, and partly because she was really annoyed.

From childhood to adulthood, no man had ever dared to smoke so openly and shamelessly in front of her at close range.

Even if suitors get too close, if she smells the cigarette on her, Du Jianuo will immediately frown and scold them, making no attempt to hide her disgust.

But this time, Du Jianuo seemed to have forgotten this habit.

"I'm absolutely on your side." The senior student adjusted her breathing, getting used to the slightly spicy sensation, and said it again.

As if recalling some detail, Du Jianuo took out her phone and, in front of Zhou Mingyuan, tagged Jieyou Media in her profile.

"I'm not stupid. You're so good to me, of course I wouldn't..."

Du Jianuo bit her lip, her fingertips twirling and twisting the ends of her hair on her chest.

"To correct a misconception."

"It's not that I'm being nice to you, it's because you've demonstrated your value and deserve my opportunity."

The man's gaze was intensely aggressive as he stared directly at her, their eyes meeting.

"If you have no value, someone else would be sitting here."

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Du Jianuo's eyes dimmed, and the second half of her sentence that she had prepared was swallowed back.

She had never met a boy like Zhou Mingyuan before.

Authentic, assertive, and adept at understanding human nature.

He never considers appearances when thinking about things; he always lays out the worst-case scenario clearly and makes clear boundaries.

It seems that in the other person's eyes, admitting to being good to them is like suffering some kind of loss.

So much so that they insist on making things clear, and are even unwilling to use emotions as a pretext to deceive themselves.

This made Du Jianuo's following question seem less appropriate for the context.

She originally wanted to ask Zhou Mingyuan what exactly he meant by "what should be given" that he had just mentioned.

But she can't bring herself to ask now.

Just as Zhou Mingyuan just said.

We are currently in a cooperative relationship.

Only by fully demonstrating your value can you gain opportunities from the other party.

Yes.

He's not short of money; he casually gives away 10% of the profits, showing his generosity and magnanimity.

He has no shortage of high-quality projects, and Mingli Consulting Company is thriving and making a fortune every day.

Even agreeing to become an MCN company was something decided on a whim during a dinner party.

But where does one's own value lie?

Once this video goes viral, if other girls proactively contact Jieyou Media, their value will no longer be scarce.
What should we do then?
Before she knew it, Du Jianuo was completely drawn into Zhou Mingyuan's aura.

She bit her lip, her bright eyes fixed on the man, hesitant to speak.

She wants to be popular.

She wanted fame and money.

She wanted to prove herself to him.

"Okay, it's getting late, let's go back."

Subtle emotions gradually dissipated in the silence.

Zhou Mingyuan stood up from the sofa, flicked the cigarette butt into the trash can, and turned around.

"Being of one mind is not just about words, but about actions."

"Time will tell"

He had only spoken halfway when a fragrant breeze wafted from behind him, and a hand grabbed his arm.

Immediately afterwards, her waist was wrapped around someone's arm, and her forward steps came to a halt.

Zhou Mingyuan turned around and met the girl's watery gaze.

"what?"

He raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance.

"Are you playing around?"

"I know, playing with fire will get you burned."

Having long since broken the social distancing barrier, Du Jianuo took a step forward, her fragrant scent melting into her movements, almost throwing herself into the other person's arms.

Her cheeks were flushed crimson, her voice was soft and trembling, and her chest rose and fell with her breath.

"It's ok."

The girl stared into his eyes, gently tiptoed, and kissed him forcefully.

The movements were awkward, tense, and even a bit clumsy.

The only thing that fits the identity of a dance student is actually her hands.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around the man's neck.

Ring ring ring~
The light kiss was quickly turned on by the pink phone screen on the sofa.

But neither of them had time to pay attention to that.

The words "Deng Yuan" flashed repeatedly, and the bell rang incessantly.

(End of this chapter)