"How long will you be gone?"
With the request for leave she had written so seriously in hand, Old Zhou looked up at Ye Wan from behind his glasses. "If it's really for the reason listed here, you don't need ten days off, do you? I'll approve you for one week."
As he spoke, he made a motion to pick up his pen to sign.
Ye Wan smiled and held out her hand, blocking the signature line, "I've got a competition to participate in."
What competition?
The words reached the tip of Old Zhou's tongue, but he did not ask.
When he first met Ye Wan, how old was she?
She could brew tea, play chess, appreciate stones, and even play music and dance.
But an old friend had said that what Ye Wan knew far exceeded what he saw.
It was from then that he began to fancy the idea of coaxing Ye Wan to come to Imperial Film University.
Luckily, the girl had said she was going to apply to Imperial Film anyway, which saved him a lot of trouble.
