The movie "The Name" officially began playing. Unlike "The Desk Mate," this film used a normal third-person perspective.
The difference between the two movies was stark — just from the opening, they seemed like they couldn't possibly have been made by the same director.
"The Desk Mate" opened with an overcast sky, a home that felt like a cage, and monsters that could appear at any moment.
"The Name" opened warmly — a cup of coffee sitting on a desk, a notebook beside it, and a pile of study materials.
The camera slowly pushed in, finally settling on the notebook, where a name was written in red ink: Qiu Mei.
"So the protagonist has switched to Qiu Mei this time?"
"Wenyu! Wenyu!"
A knock came from outside the door, and a middle-aged woman's voice called out Wenyu's name. This woman's voice was different from Wenyu's mother.
"The person outside isn't Wenyu's mother, so why is she calling out Wenyu's name?"
The camera turned. The woman lying on the bed, playing on her phone, heard the knocking and immediately got up.
She rushed to the desk, shoved the diary into a drawer, and snapped the lock shut.
Only after handling that did she go to open the door.
"What have you been doing in here by yourself? Every time I call you, you're so slow." The camera focused on the woman outside the door — quite overweight, probably heavier than two Wenyus combined.
She wore heavy makeup and carried the smell of cigarette smoke: "I heard from the boss that you quit?"
"That's right, Sister Fang. I have some things to take care of." The woman raised her head, and the camera captured her face.
The actress was very beautiful, bearing a seventy or eighty percent resemblance to Wenyu from "The Desk Mate" — like an elegant white flower, though the longer you stared, the more something felt off.
"By 'things to take care of,' you mean going back to school? Night school?" Sister Fang barged in without any courtesy: "Jobs are so hard to find these days. You had such a good opportunity — why couldn't you appreciate it?"
"Sister Fang, thank you for looking after me all this time. I'll treat you to dinner sometime." Wenyu hated it when people entered her room.
"Don't say 'sometime.'" Sister Fang lightly grabbed Wenyu's hand: "Last time I introduced you to my nephew — what did you think? That boy really likes you. You could call it love at first sight… Stop pushing me! Hey! Open the door!"
The door closed. Sister Fang lingered in the hallway muttering for quite a while before finally leaving.
"So annoying." Wenyu instinctively touched her left eye and returned to the desk.
She set down her phone and packed the various materials and books on the desk into a tote bag.
While she was organizing her materials, the camera caught her phone screen, showing the question she had just searched for.
"What are some reliable night schools in Hanjiang? How about Hanjiang Private University in the western suburbs?"
Below the question were only a handful of replies.
MyHometownIsThisVillage: "Thanks for the A2A. Currently in the Philippines, just got off the plane. Graduated from the International Aviation and Navigation Academy. I'd advise against attending night school in Hanjiang — tons of hassle, not much use. If you can afford it, spend a little more and go to a proper private university in Xinhai City."
ChengdeAdultEducation: "Uninvited but here anyway — if you'd like to know more about adult education, feel free to click on my profile. Chengde Education is the most professional adult university in Hanjiang, capable of helping you enter an elite professional network, systematically learn management knowledge, discover new business opportunities…"
ThePersonWhoDoesntExist: "There are so many night schools in Hanjiang, and you just had to ask about the most unreliable one. Here's my advice: sign up for literally any other night school, but whatever you do, do not go to Hanjiang Private University."