You call Final Destination a safety education film?

Lin Ye took off running.

It's just a character script; they gave it to me anyway.

Lin Ye pouted.

While watching Zhao Chi's performance, Lin Ye had already planned his escape.

Since I can't outrun Jiang Qingyue, I'll shake her off first, then hide in the teaching building and slip away after a while.

The school has four main gates in the east, west, south, and north, and there are also several smaller exits near the snack street, so Jiang Qingyue had no chance to block him.

After a frantic, reckless run, Lin Ye hid in a study room on the fourth floor of Building No. 2.

The study room was quite crowded, and Lin Ye casually found a seat and sat down.

The phone showed Jiang Qingyue's private messages.

A question mark.

And the phrase "You're dead."

Lin Ye didn't reply, but quietly placed his phone face down on the table.

Actually, Lin Ye wasn't unwilling to talk to Jiang Qingyue about his graduation project; he just couldn't do it.

He couldn't involve Jiang Qingyue.

Lin Ye finally understood the old principal's intention in applying for a "thesis proposal exemption" for him some time ago—

They were afraid he would face retaliation.

With Department Head Zhou Zhou imprisoned, his long-cultivated network of relationships will naturally be greatly affected.

Cutting off someone's money is like killing their parents.

Lin Ye, who was still in school, naturally became the easiest target, since the film screened that day was Lin Ye's "Final Destination".

As for how to do it?

That's too easy. You could even prevent Lin Ye from graduating by simply skipping his thesis proposal defense.

This is why the former principal applied for "exemption from thesis proposal" for him.

As for the reason, it might be the guilt of treating Lin Ye as a "knife", or it might be the appreciation of Lin Ye.

Or both.

Lin Ye knew very well that simply being "exempt from thesis proposal" was not enough; his graduation project had to be excellent enough to be able to handle any challenge.

You can face these things on your own; there's no need to drag others down with you.

Especially Jiang Qingyue.

If those people knew that Jiang Qingyue had been busy working on his graduation project, even if they escaped punishment in the end, Jiang Qingyue would likely be held accountable later.

The script in Jiang Qingyue's hand was just Will's role script; showing it to her wouldn't be a big problem.

after awhile.

Lin Ye put his phone in his pocket and prepared to leave when his fingers suddenly touched something strange.

When I took it out, I saw that it was a button-shaped metal object with a small red light flashing on it.

A bad feeling welled up in Lin Ye's heart.

call.

The sound of wooden sticks being swung echoed behind Lin Ye.

Lin Ye was so frightened that his whole body trembled, his heart pounded wildly, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He felt tense all over at that moment.

"You're dead!"

A soft, alluring voice rang in his ear, carrying a faint scent of roses, both gentle and seductive.

But Lin Ye didn't think so; he was now sweating profusely.

A hand landed on his shoulder and then began to gradually apply pressure.

Lin Ye felt like his shoulders were about to be crushed.

"It's so hot! Come to my office and cool off."

……

Counselor's Office.

"Send me the electronic version of the script to take a look."

Having been "tortured" once, Lin Ye sat still and righteously refused: "A counselor of your level has no right to view my graduation project script."

Jiang Qingyue laughed in exasperation.

In the next few minutes, Lin Ye experienced what "precision strike" meant.

Jiang Qingyue targeted specific acupoints, applying gentle pressure, but each strike caused him to gasp in pain and tears to stream down his face.

After a one-sided ordeal, Jiang Qingyue finally got her hands on the electronic version of the script.

"Do you know you were wrong?"

"Sister Jiang, I was wrong."

Lin Ye's expression was sincere and his attitude was earnest.

Jiang Qingyue was in a great mood and looked down at the computer screen, while Lin Ye quietly moved toward the office door.

As she looked around, Jiang Qingyue noticed something was wrong.

The first chapter looked strangely familiar, and the content of the following chapters kept repeating itself.

This also has anti-piracy chapters?

She looked up, intending to question Lin Ye, but found that the boy had slipped out of the office at some point.

Jiang Qingyue realized she had been tricked, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of annoyance flashed in her eyes.

dong dong dong.

Jiang Qingyue's gaze followed the sound of the knocking. The middle-aged man at the door had a profound demeanor and a calm gaze.

"Second Uncle, what brings you here?"

"What, can't you come see your niece if there's nothing wrong?" The middle-aged man walked into the office. "You seem a bit angry. Is it related to that young man outside?"

The middle-aged man's name is Jiang Feng. He is a powerful actor who has won numerous industry awards. In recent years, he has gradually faded from the screen due to the lack of suitable scripts.

"Is he outside?"

"He ran away a long time ago," Jiang Feng teased. "His posture looked a bit strange. You didn't actually hurt him, did you?"

Jiang Qingyue blushed slightly and briefly explained the whole story to Jiang Feng.

"This kid's interesting," Jiang Feng chuckled, saying meaningfully, "He's suitable to be a friend, but only a friend."

"what?"

Jiang Qingyue didn't understand why Jiang Feng would have such an evaluation.

Why do you think he wouldn't show you the script?

"There are many possibilities, such as the script not being well-written, or the fear of having the idea plagiarized..."

"Stop with the platitudes." Jiang Feng interrupted Jiang Qingyue, looking her directly in the eye. "Based on your understanding of him, what do you think the reason would be?"

Jiang Qingyue saw Lin Ye's figure before her eyes and, thinking about what had happened in the past, suddenly felt enlightened.

"Is he afraid I'll get caught in the crossfire?"

Jiang Qingyue was both annoyed and amused.

She never considered this possibility from the beginning; given her background, who would dare to lay a hand on her?

"Right, that's why that kid is trying every possible way to keep you from touching the script." Jiang Feng snapped his fingers. "From your respective perspectives, you're both doing it for each other's good."

Jiang Qingyue's expression softened considerably, and she asked with a hint of curiosity, "Second Uncle, why do you think he's 'suitable to be a friend, but only suitable to be a friend'?"

"That kid isn't honest enough; he keeps everything to himself." Jiang Feng's voice was steady, his tone calm, but every word was filled with certainty. "People who care too much about others will lose themselves."

"As a friend, you can be very comfortable with him because he considers your feelings in everything he does and puts himself in your shoes."

"But precisely because of this, he will live a very tiring life. He carries everything on his own and refuses to say anything. In the end, the people around him can't see what he's thinking, and perhaps even he himself doesn't know what he's thinking."

"Moreover, this kind of personality usually leads to a constant stream of bad romantic encounters. In your young people's terms, he's a typical 'central air conditioner,' and dating him would definitely be quite a complicated process."

Jiang Feng's words contained a veiled warning.

Jiang Qingyue pursed her lips gently, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

"By the way, I heard that Xinghan Culture, which you took over, recently acquired a pretty good TV series script, and I'm quite interested in one of the roles."

Jiang Qingyue was stunned after hearing this, and finally understood where the inexplicable sense of familiarity she felt when she saw Lin Ye's script came from.

When Xinghan Culture's copyright director reported to her, he briefly described the content of that TV series script.

Jiang Qingyue took out her phone, scrolled through her contacts, and dialed the number.

"Hey, Uncle Zhang, what's the name of that TV drama script you bought a while ago?"

"I think it's called something like... Hannibal."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Qingyue looked at the script for her role on the table.

The same three words were printed on the cover.