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Chapter 222 - 126. Before the Cultural Festival (1)_3

Chapter 222: 126. Before the Cultural Festival (1)_3

There were societies and classes preparing to set up stalls, and he had to audit the food ingredients they used and ensure their electrical safety;

Moreover, activities involving open flames were of utmost importance, such as the preparation of roasted sweet potatoes by horticulture—was that really horticulture? Then, was Dubian Che the king of horticulture?

"Never mind, no matter how amazing roasted sweet potatoes are, it’s not something worth bragging about." At the botanical garden, eating the sweet potatoes personally roasted by the horticulture minister, Dubian Che thought.

Besides these physical tasks, there were endless forms to fill out.

Originally, casually written forms would have been fine, but Jiutiao Meijie, upon discovering any slight lack of detail, would have her subordinates submit a clearer explanation, forcing them to confirm the specifics with the activity leaders.

When the activity leaders themselves were unclear, and Jiutiao Meijie was pushing, it was critical, and the Executive Committee simply helped the activity leaders improve the event plans.

Many problems arose, it was very busy, but under Jiutiao Meijie’s capability, everything progressed very smoothly, and everyone did nothing but obey commands without any thoughts of questioning.

Each class and society were also preparing for the Cultural Festival, and one could always see crowds rushing through the hallways.

The entire Goda appeared busy.

Dubian Che was rotating between the Wind Instrument Club, the Humanity Observation Club’s film shooting, and the Executive Committee, so busy that he even put aside his Spanish temporarily.

Two weeks passed like this, and time came to the last Friday before the Cultural Festival.

The setting sun dipped low, leaving only a faint red glow lingering at the horizon where the sky met the earth. The pale moonlight began to surface faintly against the dark blue sky, announcing the arrival of the night.

The heroine Jiutiao Mei stood by a railing on the shores of Tokyo Bay, quietly gazing into the distance, the dim water surface reflecting the gradually illuminated lights of the buildings.

"Good." Kiyono Lin moved her gaze away from the DSLR’s viewfinder, "Iwate Prefecture to Tokyo, 400 kilometers," the shooting was over.

"That’s great." Beside, Dubian Che, who held up the reflector board like Abe cheering, could finally put down his sore arms.

"Next, we’re left with editing and promotion."

"That’s your business." The previously pitiable heroine, Jiutiao Mei, now spoke with a touch of carelessness and arrogance.

After speaking, she got into a luxury car that had been waiting nearby.

Watching the car drive away, Dubian Che, rubbing his sore shoulders, asked Kiyono Lin, who was still checking the DSLR, "The Cultural Festival is in two days, can we finish editing in time?"

"Everything will go smoothly."

"You saying that makes me really anxious."

The shooting of "Iwate Prefecture to Tokyo, 400 kilometers" wasn’t smooth sailing, such as the role of the male lead’s mother.

When Dubian Che asked about the actors, Kiyono Lin also said everything went smoothly.

In the end, she had Jiutiao’s mother make a cameo, and for some reason, Jiutiao’s mother agreed too.

This was unimaginable! Dubian Che firmly objected!

Imagine this: viewers watching the film, seeing that the heroine and the male lead’s mother look alike, would think that the male lead isn’t actually fond of his childhood friend, but has some sort of fetish?

He stated his reasons, definitely not considering his own reputation, but to keep the audience engrossed and not affect the film’s theme of "Beautiful Secret Love," Kiyono Lin accepted his opinion and persuaded her own mother to take on the role.

Now, hearing "everything will go smoothly," Dubian Che felt uneasy subconsciously.

"Starting today, I’ll only sleep four hours a day, I can definitely finish the editing before the Cultural Festival." Kiyono Lin assured.

Just a few days of sleeping four hours was trivial; Dubian Che breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then you do your best, I’ll figure something out for the promotion," he said.

"Okay, thank you."