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n“Yes, what are you doing? At your age, why are you scaring a little girl?”

nKang Yuan appeared to be very close to Luo Xinguang, and when he spoke, it was like he was speaking to his junior.

n“You came at the right time. Here, you do these questions. I remember you studied at Harvard before you joined the entertainment industry.”

nA piece of paper was shoved into Luo Xinguang’s hands as soon as he entered.

n“…Director Kang, are you serious?”

n“What do you think?” Kang Yuan revealed a stern expression. “Do I look like I’m joking? Yaoyao said the questions were stupid so she wrote some new ones for me. Aren’t you a self-proclaimed genius? Is this difficult enough?”

n“Ha! Her?”

nLuo Xinguang rolled his eyes. Did this brat know how to write difficult questions?

nHe wasn’t being biased, but she was seriously not at that level!

n“Director Kang, you should have asked me from the start. I bet this difficulty…” As Luo Xinguang spoke, his voice grew quieter and quieter. As he stared at the first question, he was already stuck.

nAfter some time, he wiped his forehead. “Director Kang, I think there’s something wrong with this. It’s impossible to solve!”

nAs soon as his voice fell, a small hand reached over and snatched the paper from his hands.

n“There’s nothing wrong with it. You’re just stupid. Let me teach you. Listen carefully.”

nShe held onto her pen as she explained each step in a soft voice.

nThree minutes later…

nSong Yaoyao lifted her head. Her eyes were clear without any trace of mockery.

n“Understand now?”

nLuo Xinguang: “Yes…

n“But, f*ck! Why am I listening to this? Song Yaoyao, we still have a score to settle! You—”

nSnap—

nSong Yaoyao accidentally snapped her pen in half.

nShe glanced over with a dark gaze. “What score? Do you want a consultation for your package deal?”

nLuo Xinguang held onto his stomach; he could feel the pain again.

nBut his gaze fell upon the pitiful pen that was lying broken on the desk, and his lips twitched.

nWas this brat some kind of monster?

n“Hahahaha! Impressive, Yaoyao! This punk used to have good grades, but it appears as though he’s returned everything he’s learned back to his teachers. He can’t even beat a little girl!”

nBefore Song Yaoyao even got the chance to tease him, Kang Yuan was one step ahead.

nBut why did he sound so proud?

nHearing the man’s praise, Song Yaoyao smiled politely. “It’s nothing. These are just basic. It’s not difficult…”

nLuo Xinguang: “Haha!”

nLittle Brat, must you act so arrogant?

n“By the way Uncle Kang, it’s almost class time for me. Can I take this script with me? I’ll contact you after I’ve read through it and we can discuss if any other changes are necessary.”

n“Of course.”

nKang Yuan gave Song Yaoyao a business card and fluttered his lashes. “Yaoyao, if you decide to become an actress, make sure to contact your Uncle Kang!”

n“Uncle Kang, I’m not that interested in acting.”

nShe was more interested in sitting behind the camera and calling the shots.

nOn set, the director was the boss.

nWhat a good feeling!

n“No…wait…”

nLuo Xinguang didn’t understand what was going on. As he watched Song Yaoyao walk away, he suddenly remembered that he hadn’t resolved his issue with the girl.

n“Changing the script? Director Kang, have you lost your mind again? You’re allowing that little brat to edit your script?”

nKang Yuan touched his head and smiled mysteriously.

n“Xinguang, sometimes you need to accept fate. An average person and a genius are different.”

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