My name is An Xi, with the character for “west” under the grass radical, from the animation major in the art department…” An Xi slightly raised the corner of her mouth and began to speak. She was the type of person who became more fluent as she spoke, originally not nervous, and gradually became more composed.
Besides, the “root cause” that made her most nervous was not sitting down there at all…
“An… student, do you have any special skills?”
Probably feeling that “An Xi” didn’t sound quite auspicious, the deputy director on the left clearly paused before continuing to speak.
When An Xi opened her mouth to answer, someone suddenly pushed open the door. The moment she turned her head and met those familiar eyes, she felt like her tears were about to fall.
He was still wearing a white shirt, with tight black trousers, his hair neatly combed without a strand out of place.
Yan Qing adjusted his glasses, walked to his seat and sat down, looking up at An Xi and saying: “Sorry for interrupting, continue.”
“So, An… student.” The deputy director on the left asked again: “What are your special skills…”
“Hehe.” An Xi gripped the edge of the podium, lowering her head with a light laugh.
She looked at Yan Qing, her gaze burning, and spoke just like in her previous life: “I’m An Xi, painting, writing, calligraphy, handicrafts – all okay! If you don’t choose me, you’ll regret it! Director.”
Having spoken the words she’d been holding back, she felt like she’d used all her strength in an instant.
Her eyes remained fixed on Yan Qing’s… This man was the one who cherished her most in her previous life… Perhaps in this life, Yan Qing might be the only such person.
Last time, she hadn’t noticed, hadn’t cherished…
This time, she wouldn’t miss it. She would take the initiative!
An Xi secretly made up her mind, not missing any subtle changes in Yan Qing’s eyes. She even felt that in the next second, Yan Qing would fall in love with her at first sight… and say something incoherent…
“An… Xi student.”
The two words were drawn out slowly by Yan Qing, dragged out in a way that made listeners anxious.
“…Here.”
