to OAK:: [Let’s watch the meteor shower again if we have a chance.]
from Oak Tree: [Okay, this happens every year.]
to Oak: [Idiot, good night~]
from Oak tree: [Good night~]
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"Jie'er has obviously hinted to the limit, but also the oak tree? In my opinion, it's better to give Yan Yi, oh, Isaac's note..."
i During the cafe gathering, Gao Yuan grabbed the phone from Weng Huaijing on the pretext of helping to figure out the last step. After seeing this chat record, she once complained: "...change it to an elm head. , Mengmeng, please don’t glare at me, hehe, look what our Jinger replied..."
"Because I have to prepare in advance to get into the character's state, people forget to make a wish to the shooting star, so so-and-so, please be sure to ask me again..."
With many years of friendship and her understanding of Weng Huaijing, Su Meng tried her best to misinterpret the two pieces of information sent back to Yan Qing. She vividly imitated the resentful tone of a Huaichun girl: "Hate, are you an idiot? I want you to die next year. Do you want to invite me again at this time? Just check, there will be an Orionid meteor shower next Sunday!"
"Mengmeng did a great job! I say, some people should really tighten their tails! You are still an idiot, good night~"
Deliberately dragging out the long and delicate sound, Gao Yuan was not afraid that her best friend would resort to back-up singles. She fell into Su Meng's arms and said with murderous intent: "I wish you two a happy ending in October next year." Happy second date~”
"No, he will never..." Unexpectedly, Weng Huaijing was very calm and composed. After returning Gao Yuan's smile, she said firmly: "Give me an empty happiness."
…
"...While the smile is on your face, let the lingering feelings linger in your heart
The world is big and life is long, I just want to share it with you...』
"The peace of mind he gave me, was it too arrogant for me to show it..."
When the scene was replayed before her eyes, Weng Huaijing was even able to make up the right BGM. When her thoughts settled on Yan Qing's note in the phone's address book, she felt a surge of embarrassment in her heart: "Xiao Miao actually let it slip the night before. , I have to change my notes again, if "To the Oaks" is cut into the extras, I don't know how they will arrange it..."
"Yeah, it's so cold outside..." Luo Bing's teasing laughter came from the Bluetooth headset: "Our Director Yan, why don't we go into the restaurant to make a call?"
"You're back, Sister Bing, hehe, I'm talking about work with Xiaoge..."
Weng Huaijing vaguely heard Yan Qing explain with a sneer and a hoarse voice: "Don't laugh, there are four demos! We are really talking about work!"
"You're stupid, so you're just openly talking on the phone outside the hotel restaurant? Then it must be him who exposed his secret yesterday, he's even more showy than me."
The sound of conversation lingering in her ears gradually faded away, Weng Huai cursed Yan Qing, and she allowed her thoughts to continue to wander.
…
It is natural to blame everyone's secret joy or worry on someone. Weng Huaijing consciously always maintains a sense of stability and vigilance. After rejoining the cast, she achieved "fully immersed herself in the role in the play, but still remained aloof in front of others outside the play. Be proud of yourself."
And this determination was quickly verified. Even though Yan Qing was extremely busy the night before the filming, he did not miss some important information. The two people who went back to their rooms exchanged text messages about the violin concerto "Butterfly Lovers" that "yet to be completed". At that time, as expected, he shamelessly invited Weng Huaijing for a second date.
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from Oak Tree: "There will be a bigger meteor shower tomorrow night, Xiaoge, we have an agreement to watch it again..."
to Oak Tree: [I almost forgot, why did someone hear the meteor shower forecast on the radio again? But I want to learn the nearly completed part of "Butterfly Lovers" first, but I don't have enough time, so I'm a little confused~]
…
Even though she was very willing in her heart, Weng Huaijing still wanted to take the attitude of "bearing the moonlight to return to the neon curtain". When replying to Yan Qing's message, she added two points of deliberate embarrassment and three points of teasing and laughter, but she didn't know the rest of the time.
Showing off all your charm.
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from Oak Tree: [It must be enough, I’ll teach you and I’ll teach you how to do it. I’ll find a way to squeeze in time to practice with you...]
to Oak: "Oh, okay then~"
…
The mere ambiguity between two people naturally did not bother Yan Qing, so there was a little trick of "Linghu Chong" playing the sword with Weng Huaijing secretly practicing the piano on the final set. Little did he know that it was this move that caused the ambiguity between the two to be revealed by Jiang Tang.
and Fu Ruochei found out the clues.
…
"Director Yan, let me tell you, after tonight's post-production tone rendering plan is finalized, our art team has almost all withdrawn. This three-party cooperation is very pleasant..."
Yan Qing, who was on the other end of the call, had just sent Luo Bing away when he probably bumped into Xie Wanying again. Sure enough, Weng Huaijing heard Yan Qing answer quickly: "Hey, thank you for your guidance, just eat it, Sanfang? Oh, Sanfang, how come you are also
Sister Bing is infected."
"So our story... has been unknowingly understood by more and more people, and it has become a semi-open secret at least among the program team..."
The scenes that happened after rejoining the group were like lightning flashes, passing through Weng Huaijing's eyes one after another, the casual glances through the turbulent set, the quiet night with the bonfire dancing, the chattering Yili and Zhao Mu, and the secretly happy Shao Qing.
Luo Bing, the tearful "Butterfly Lovers" appeared for the first time, the grievances between Dongfang Bubai and Linghu Chong in the play, and the welcome and send-off of the visiting team outside the play... all this made her feel more aware of the intertwined state of reality.
Sweet and happy.
No longer paying attention to the content of the pleasantries coming from the earphones, Weng Huaijing continued to indulge in his own world accompanied by the vaguely absent BGM:
…
"...While the smile is on your face, let the lingering feelings linger in your heart
If it's all about flowers, how much happiness do you know..."
…
After a wrap-up banquet where the guests and guests enjoyed themselves, the "Laughing East" crew, except for the post-production staff, was disbanded on the spot, and all departments left the set in batches in an orderly manner. When the moon rose above the willows that night, Yanqi Lake was restored to its original state.
Lost the tranquility of the past, and Weng Huaijing followed Yan Qing half-heartedly to the bamboo forest and stone road by the lake again.
There was no longer a sense of urgency to catch up with the drama, and the shackles of the characters were gone. A certain couple walked side by side along the forest path to the moon. The topics ranged from the progress of the film's later stages, the dubbing of Fuso's lines, etc. to the content of the next episode. Weng Huaijing's calm pace
The undercurrent of the girl's thoughts is so exciting, and the detailed taste of it makes her feel deeply embarrassed at the moment. The background music that was just imagined was cut from "It's a Thing" to "Waiting for a Lifetime" at the right time.
》:
…
"...Waiting for you, waiting for you to gently hold my hand
Walk slowly with me on the long road..."
…
"Yuan'er is right, he has really turned into an idiot. If you want to lead me, you can lead me. Do you want me to take the initiative?"
I visited my old place again after a week, maybe because the frost was approaching, the coolness of the night was particularly refreshing, but Weng Huaijing, who was wearing a down jacket, seemed to be particularly afraid of the cold, and he rubbed his hands many times to keep warm.
After finally getting Yan Qing to receive the hint, he extended his hand that he wanted to touch but took it back many times. Weng Huaijing, who was held by the hand, did not expect that he actually repelled his lover when he refused, which made him lose his role as "The Undefeated in the East" even more.
She was so angry and annoyed in her heart.
"What an idiot! I didn't have Dongfang to block me this time, so I broke free for a moment and actually let go. Oops~ It must be that the night in the imperial capital is too cold, so I continued to yell, it must be!"
Finally, when the Orionid meteor shower arrived as scheduled, it drew beautiful arcs of light from west to east in the sky. The two of them who pursed their lips may have thought of the shallow actor's kiss that happened here a week ago. In Weng Huaijing's mind
The BGM also changed according to the girl's thoughts into the song "Coke Ring" that she had been preparing for a long time.
…
"...The stars write poems in the sky, so romantic that they are unrestrained
The kiss on the corner of my mouth was still slightly wet, so I was shy to cover it up..."
…
"Impossible! That was applied to Linghu Chong on behalf of Dongfang Bubai, for..."
Looking into each other's eyes with hot eyes, Weng Huaijing seemed to be pure and clean, but in fact he showed a bit of shyness: "Don't even think about making up for the shortcomings of the plot of the movie and deepening the sense of immersion in the character!"
"No, I want to..." Yan Qing's reaction at that time was hesitant to speak. His free left hand searched for something in his pocket several times.
"No way, it's not time yet!" Turning his back to Yan Qing, Weng Huaijing cast his sights on a wisp of meteors falling into the sky.
"I just have something to say to you, but I'm too shy to say it..." Yan Qing, who looked innocent, had clear eyes: "I plan to sing it out in two songs, isn't this okay?"
…
"It's so embarrassing. How could I think he was asking for a kiss to propose marriage? The relationship has not been made public yet. What was I thinking at the time!"
Thinking of the embarrassment he had shown in his panic, Weng Huaijing tightly covered his cheeks, which were already blooming like peach blossoms, and even spat out in annoyance.
Fortunately, judging from the chat content transmitted from the earphones, Yan Qing was still communicating with Xie Wanying about a certain animated film in the Kapok Film Project. It was obvious that he knew nothing about what was going on here, so Weng Huaijing calmed down a little.
Immersed back into my own world again.
"The first song "The Brightest Secret", I want to talk about the darkest secret in my heart..."
The night sky in the flashback was covered with a layer of navy blue mist, and the meteorites in the sky were like mist and neon, which made Yan Qing's magnetic and sincere words seem like a dream, making Weng Huaijing deeply intoxicated by it: "Second
The song "Push Open the Door to the World" wants to talk about you, I still have...the relationship with this world, even though my understanding of it is still in chaos."
"No one sings to girls during a meteor shower, but I am the first fan that someone gets on this planet. I won't care about him. "The Brightest Secret", the metaphor is easy to understand
, loving...me...has become the brightest secret in Yi Sa's heart, but what "Pushing Open the Door to the World" wants to express seems to be particularly dark?"
With her beautiful eyes shining brightly, Weng Huai turned the diary containing the lyrics to a certain page with her hands and silently hummed the song she heard last night. Her eyes locked on a certain paragraph of text written in regular script:
"Before I met you, I always thought that the meaning of life was to wander around in exile, unable to find a place where I wanted to stop in the three thousand worlds.
Weng Xiaoge, for me, you are the anchor of this world, a bridge that tightly maintains the meaning of my existence."
"Anchoring (anchoring) refers to people's tendency to link future estimates with estimates that have been adopted, and at the same time are susceptible to the influence of other people's suggestions. Pushing open the door to the world, facing the cruelty of time, Yi Sazeng
He is the loneliest person standing outside the world, afraid of being late, and I am the bridge for him to go back (to find the meaning of life)?"
By scrutinizing the lyrics word for word, Weng Huaijing confirmed a bold guess in his heart: "Why do I have a strong intuition? He must be metaphorizing that this door is physically real..."
"... Due to certain factors, he is unable to speak frankly. An anchor, a bridge, a door to the unknown world... I am afraid that the metaphor has reached its limit. Combined with "Now we are acquainted again, let me accompany you to continue..." in "Meet You", do I
It should be understood that he returned after resolving the crisis and truly integrated into my world, so he has this key..."
Gently stroking the key tied around her neck with her fingers, Weng Huaijing continued to wander through her memories of last night while guessing Yan's thoughts.
…
"Buzz buzz..."
When Yan Qing finished singing his heartfelt song, the even more magnificent second burst of the Orionid meteor shower followed. He led Weng Huaijing and pointed to the sky and began his slightly exaggerated performance: "Look! The peak of the meteor shower is here."
Tsundere: "Yeah~"
Chu Aiqing: "I heard people say that when meteors fall on the earth, they will turn into eternal crystals."
Tsundere: "Isn't it a diamond? Just make it up..."
Chu Lianqing, who has not taken back her right hand for a long time: "Xiaoge, don't you make a wish?"
The tsundere who secretly made a wish in her heart said: "Well, actually, I am quite contented."
Gently pulling at the thin girl who was looking up at the stars, Yan Qing begged: "Please cooperate with me!"
"What trick are you trying to play..."
Weng Huaijing glanced at Yan Qing suspiciously, but couldn't bear to miss the second meteor shower that lit up the night sky as bright as day.
Chu Lianqing is eager to try: "I want to pick a shooting star for you."
Tsundere rarely cooperates: "Okay~"
Using his empty hand to grab a meteor that was flying past, Yan Qing carefully clenched his fist and returned it to Weng Huaijing before slowly unfolding it. A crystal key that was reflected dazzlingly by Liu Lan appeared in his palm: "Here you are.
Look, this meteor has become my key to the world, you are so lucky."
"Whether I'm lucky or not, I have to say it myself!"
The night is as bright as the fiery trees and silver flowers. When Weng Huai looks at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow; when he looks at it, it is as bright as a flower rising from Lubo.
"Yes, but now you said..."
After getting the signal, Yan Qing did not wait for the body consciousness to drive, like a cheetah looking for food, Yan Qing hugged the girl with a waist in front of him tightly into his arms, greedily sniffing the fragrant first love of his sweetheart, and said plausibly: "Twice again.
!”
Standing on tiptoes, the tsundere exhaled an orchid-like breath and said anxiously: "You're lying!"
With her head buried in her shoulders, she sniffed the fragrant first love and said, "Two times, you have to hold me to your heart's content!"
…
"The movements are still so skillful!"
The scene finally freezes in the scene where he "helplessly" takes off his hair tie and sends a waterfall of black hair to someone to kill him with his head. Weng Huaijing couldn't help but spat again, biting his lower lip, and even the swan's neck felt a wave of pain.
With an intoxicating blush, she fluttered her long eyelashes like butterfly feathers and said coquettishly: "Smelly scoundrel!!!"
"Xiaoge?" Yan Qing ended his conversation with Xie Wanying and laughed in a low voice: "Who is the scoundrel?"
"The stinking scoundrel knows what he knows!" Weng Huaijing answered in a measured tone, wrapping his fingers around the thin collarbone chain.
"That scoundrel must not smell bad, because that person smells so good! Cough~cough..." Yan Qing, who tried his best to lower his voice, probably bumped into another colleague. After coughing twice, he pretended to be serious and asked: "
Xiaoge, is Sister Qing here?"
"I didn't hear any movement, and I haven't gone out..."
First, she stuffed the key and clavicle chain back into her collar, then Weng Huaijing hurriedly turned back the diary to the two pages filled with lyrics. After turning to face the wall, she continued to answer clearly and elegantly: "I was memorizing the lyrics just now!"
"Push open the door of the world and meet you, my secret, the brightest secret..."
Perhaps because she was lying so uncertainly, Weng Huaijing also whispered the names of the four demo songs one by one in order to enhance her persuasion. However, she discovered a problem during this thought. The song titles in the next program were rearranged and combined, and they seemed to also contain metaphors.
.
"This will definitely arouse people's imagination!" Tsundere said violently: "Did you do it on purpose?"
"Well, it's really not the case, but today's audiences are just watching the show with a magnifying glass. If the genre is more tragic, they can make up a lot of plots..."
Chu Lianqing was only willing to promise: "It's really not well thought out. If these four songs are released once, I don't know what kind of annual drama they can make up for. I'll think of a way. Yesterday, I promised Jiang Tang to do a melody rap..."
"Ci! Bang!" A burst of piercing noise suddenly erupted from the Bluetooth headset and soon fell silent. It was probably because Yan Qing covered the microphone in time. After a while, he apologized: "The editing team went outside to smoke after eating.
, Xiaoge, it didn’t scare you, did it?”
"It's okay~" She shook her head slightly, Weng Huaijing adjusted her sitting posture, and listened to the movements in the living room. She stroked her collar and reminded Yan Qing in a sweet voice: "You will have to go back to edit the film later, Sister Qing should be here.
"
It was obvious that Yan Qing showed more reluctance: "But, I haven't had time to hear you share with me the small note written by the three students today."
"Well, what you have seen Ziwen, Zhu Xiaoxi and Ning Meng are..."
Looking at the "Diary of the Emperor Dance" on the corner of the table, Weng Huai raised her eyebrows slightly, and a smile appeared on her lips: "I have read a few sentences from the two girls who wrote about their experience of watching the movie "Li Yu" last week.
For you to listen to."
"I remember..." Yan Qing chuckled: "He analyzed all my route choices thoroughly."
"They behave very well on weekdays, otherwise I would let them..."
Reaching out for the "Diary of Emperor Dance", Professor Weng felt a little sad: "I went to the podium and read out from the book."
"Mo Ran, those people have been smoking for a long time..." Yan Qing's voice on the headset could not hide his hoarseness, but his tone was full of interest: "Come on, let me participate in Professor Weng's teaching work."
"Don't let them smoke inside later, their throats will become hoarse..."
She frowned lightly, and Weng Huaijing's complaint revealed a bit of heartache. She flipped through "Diary of the Emperor Dancer" and glanced at the gentle and graceful regular script in the first line. She chuckled and read softly: "Wenwen,
Look at how happy the fans are. Last night, "Entertainment Observer" exclusively broke the news through its Whispering Official V. Jiang Tang and Fu Ruolai, who have recently become famous for "Jianghu Noise", appeared at the Daxing International Airport in the imperial capital. The two clasped their fingers and saw them off.
The friends said goodbye and then took a flight back to Shanghai. They looked at each other sweetly throughout the whole process...Zhu Xiaoxi was gossiping about Fu Ruoli and the others."
"Isn't it because you got into the habit of holding hands on the set yesterday? Haha, the two of them were secretly photographed by the paparazzi?"
When things like gossiping didn't happen to him, Yan Qing actually felt that eating melons was a very happy thing. He even tried to intercede with Weng Huaijing's student: "Yes, the little girl's family, let's talk about entertainment.
It’s normal to gossip about scandals and stuff like that.”
"But we can't talk in class. Zi Wen's calligraphy is pretty decent..."
Uncommitted to Yan Qing's begging for mercy, Professor Weng showed off her excellent teaching qualities by being able to easily distinguish several beloved disciples just by their handwriting. She continued to read the next article: "So what, the hot search has been suppressed by our family.
Damn it, the Imperial Capital Caochangdi Rock Music Festival has officially announced the lineup of performers, confirming that the two creators of "Talent Co., Ltd." will perform as a band at the finale. Yesterday, the official v held an open call for band names. Which one are you going to vote for?
"
"Of course I'll vote for Kapok and my lover!" Weng Huaijing suddenly found himself eating melons. Unexpectedly, Yan Qing interrupted shamelessly. After finishing speaking, he impatiently urged: "Where's the next one?"
“Ning Mengtou’s Life Unlimited Company!”
She rolled her eyes in the air, and Weng Huaijing didn't care whether Yan Qing received it or not. After a while, she read it again: "Don't tell me that yesterday "Talent Co., Ltd." released the makeup photo of Yan Qing's teacher Linghu Chong and you didn't save it. Donglin
Jieshi, covering the sword and looking into the distance, the sun rises in the east, I am the only one who is undefeated, just eight words make me so chivalrous, but it is a pity that the stills of our professor will not be released until Friday, which whets my appetite!"
"This little girl is your biggest fan..."
Little did he know that in just a few lines, Weng Huai's face was filled with longing for Xiafei. The voices of Mo Ran and Tan Sen chatting nearby could be vaguely heard in the headphones, but Yan Qing was still teasing: "If she knew Saturday
The mysterious second male lead is also you, will you jump with excitement?"
"No more reading. Go back and edit the film! It's all boring gossip. I have to go catch up on Fusang with Sister Qing. Well, let's talk later..."
The speed of her speech involuntarily increased. Weng Huaijing hurriedly hung up the phone. Her eyebrows, which had been deliberately modified by Xie Wanying, suddenly became sharp. Looking at the three paragraphs at the end of the volume "Diary of Emperor Dance" in her hand, she was so angry that her knuckles trembled slightly.
Bai, his shoulders were trembling slightly, but at this moment Professor Weng felt a bit lucky in his heart: "Fortunately, they were not punished to read it out in class!"
…
One line is still Ning Meng’s dignified block letters:
"I almost forgot something. Didn't we agree to keep the wallpaper on the professor's mobile phone a secret? How come even the children in Class 1 knew about it? I took a look today and the professor changed the wallpaper to a closed door.
!You pay for my cute twin tails! ps: No one has revealed this baby."
The handwriting on the second line felt very strange to Weng Huaijing. The rich and even strokes in the font were completely different from those of her class 1703 students:
"I told Sister Tongyan. Sister Xiaoxi, I know I was wrong. I was reminded to keep it confidential. Did you notice that the professor was a little strange today? She covered her chest several times. Is she not feeling well? Okay.
It hurts."
The third line is very short:
"Qiqi, any secret, as long as Chao..."
Zhu Xiaoxi stopped in a hurry before he finished writing a sentence. The blue pen drew a long straight line on the paper. Judging from the content, he probably said: "Any secret, as long as more than three people know it, it means that the whole world will know it."
knew."
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"Mo Ruanqi?"
As if being electrocuted, he removed her left hand that was unconsciously covering her collar. In embarrassment, Weng Huaijing muttered: "I won't let you come to class next time!"
"Dong dong dong~"
There was a gentle knock on the bedroom door by Zhou Peipei. After preparing dinner, she called out softly outside the door: "Sister Jinger, it's time to eat."
"Yeah, right away."
After tidying up the table without any haste, Weng Huaijing pushed the door open and walked out.
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"The beautiful moon is beautiful! The beautiful moon is beautiful!"
After accompanying Weng Huaijing to chew the bitter chrysanthemum and purple cabbage salad slowly, Shao Qing started her main business tonight. In addition to one-on-one Fusang language teaching, she still tried to offend the arrogant Professor Weng:
"Do some people always have the most standard pronunciation of this sentence that they have honed over time?"
But she didn't expect that Weng Huaijing wouldn't give in, and she responded with a decisive blow: "Actually, I'm right about what I said! I've never traveled across the galaxy, but I'm lucky enough to meet you on earth."
"Nani?" Zhou Peipei, a layman of Fusang language, shivered under the pressure of the aura emanating from the two women's gazes.
In the middle of neither embarrassment nor embarrassment, a short message notification broke the brief tranquility. Shao Qing, furious, snatched Weng Huaijing's newly unlocked phone, glanced at it, and read aloud as if she had found a treasure: "Kapok, your home."
Oak received another text message. I plan to change the wallpaper. Is this photo subtle enough?"
"Shao Qing..." He tried to snatch the phone back but failed. In desperation, Weng Huai said angrily: "You've gone too far!"
"Hahahaha~ I am really laughing to death..." Shao Qing skillfully directed the fire towards Zhou Peipei. She protected her phone and showed a picture in the message: "Peipei, see if you can get your brother Qing."
Are you expressing something?"
The photo that came with the text message was extremely strange. It featured a simple platform with the "Oriental" logo hanging on it, four shiny railway tracks, and two aunts holding high-pressure water cannons standing on the sleepers doing cleaning work. At least it looked completely different.
Like the type suitable for wallpaper.
"What is Brother Qing trying to imply? I can only see it..."
Full of doubts, Zhou Peipei issued a soul torture: "This Dongfang Station must be hinting at Dongfang Invincible!"
"I don't understand either..."
After a slight hesitation, Weng Huaijing, a novice in Fusang language, soon saw a wisp of delicate red creeping into the corners of her eyes. She turned around hastily and stretched out her hand to try to snatch the phone back from Shao Qing again: "Maybe I sent the wrong photo."
"Auntie washes the railway. It's wonderful. This homophone is wonderful. No, I can't help it. I have to find someone to share it with..."
Shao Qing, who is proficient in Fusang language, protected his cell phone while holding on to his phone and sent a long voice message to Luo Bing: "Bing, come and evade taxes. Yan Qing just confessed his love to someone in Fusang language. I heard it with my own eyes."
Hearing that, he said...he said Dongfang-kun, love してる! Auntie washes the railway!"
"Hahahahaha, I'm not surprised at all, don't you know it yet? It seems that Han Yuan has done a good job in keeping the secret, after all, our director is the kind of..."
Soon Luo Bing's happy response came from Shao Qing's phone. Inadvertently, she revealed an even more explosive news: "Dare to openly use the public accounts of the crew to buy jewelry for my sweetheart..."
"Shao Qing! I'm going to learn Fusang dialect seriously, and it will take me a long time!"
Weng Huaijing, who violently grabbed Shao Qing's cell phone and put it on silent mode, then switched to post-up play mode in a matter of minutes and made an ostrich protest: "Are you here to tutor me?"