Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 114 Sweet Words
Hu Xiaobei smiled and calmly changed the subject: "Director Yu is quite good, and the crew should still follow his opinions when filming.

The role of Guo Xiang is very important, and if you play it well, it should be able to bring you a lot of help."

Yang Mi waved her hand in a nonchalant manner, a look of feigned ease flashing across her face. She then changed the subject and said, "I'm already a senior in high school, and I'll have to take the college entrance exam next year. I still have to focus on my studies."

She frowned slightly, her eyes full of worry, and then the corners of her mouth turned down slightly, revealing a pitiful expression.

She bit her lower lip unconsciously, as if she was talking to herself, or as if she was acting coquettishly: "What if I don't do well in the exam? I don't know what I'm going to do!"

At the same time, An Xiaoqian subconsciously frowned, and an inexplicable meaning flashed in her eyes.

The look flashed by, and even she herself didn't understand where this emotion came from.

After saying that, Yang Mi's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, her eyes instantly became lively, her eyebrows curved into crescent shapes, the corners of her mouth turned up, and a sweet smile hung on her face.

With a hint of flattery, she looked at Hu Xiaobei with admiration and said in a delicate voice, "I wish I were as smart as you, knowing everything and being the strongest college entrance examination champion in China's history."

Hu Xiaobei raised his eyebrows, a hint of doubt in his eyes, and asked calmly, "How many points do you usually get on the test, and what school are you planning to apply to?"

Yang Mi narrowed her eyes, raised her chin slightly, and a smug smile played on the corners of her mouth. A sly glint flashed in her eyes, and she said modestly, "I usually only score around 500 points. I do plan to apply to the Beijing Film Academy."

Hu Xiaobei shook his head and said bluntly, "This score in Beijing is equivalent to over 400 points on the national exam. It's average, but it should be enough to get into the Beijing Film Academy."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Yang Mi's face. She twitched the corners of her mouth, forcing a smile. She laughed dryly twice and tried to save face by saying, "I told you, I'm pretty confident I'll get into the Beijing Film Academy."

She paused, then moved closer, staring intently at Hu Xiaobei with eyes full of envy. She sighed, "But I'm still no match for you. If I had a brain like yours, I would definitely be able to get into the Beijing Film Academy easily."

When Hu Xiaobei heard this, he frowned slightly and did not comment.

Yang Mi seemed to have caught the change in Hu Xiaobei's expression. A trace of imperceptible loss flashed across her face, but soon turned into a sweet smile.

Her beautiful eyes blinked, as if she suddenly thought of something, a sly look flashed in her eyes, and she said softly, "I missed a lot of classes this time, so my grades are definitely going to fall behind.

If I have questions I don't understand, can I ask you, the top scorer in the college entrance examination, for help? "

When An Xiaoqian heard this, she bit her lip inadvertently, and a subtle emotion flashed in her eyes. She herself was not quite aware of it, but just looked at her mother unconsciously.

Liu Xiaoli seemed to have noticed something. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, a hint of imperceptible worry flashed in her eyes, and she shook her head slightly.

Hu Xiaobei glanced at Yang Mi, turned slightly sideways, his eyes calm, his tone firm and a little apologetic, he shook his head and said, "We are too far away, it's not convenient.

I think it would be more efficient for you to ask your teachers and classmates directly.”

Upon hearing this, An Xiaoqian's lips subconsciously lifted up slightly, forming a shallow dimple.

But seeing Yang Mi's obvious disappointment and embarrassment, I still felt sorry for her.

An idea suddenly occurred to her, and she forced a change of subject: "How about we play cards? Mimi and I will play together, how about that?"

Hu Xiaobei glanced up and down at An Xiaoqian, shook his head, and sighed, "What hatred or grudge does Yang Mi have against you that you would want to trick her like this?"

Yang Mi was slightly surprised and looked at the two of them with some confusion.

An Xiaoqian was stunned for a moment, then reacted. She glared at Hu Xiaobei, then explained to Yang Mi, "Mimi, don't believe him. My cards are very good, and I often get bombs."

Hu Xiaobei nodded in agreement, then emphasized, "Yes, there were a lot of bombs, and when they blew people up, the firepower was extremely fierce, the kind that made it impossible to distinguish friend from foe."

An Xiaoqian was slightly angry, her cheeks puffed up, and she pointed her slender index finger at Hu Xiaobei, arrogantly declaring war: "Just tell me if you dare to come?"

Hu Xiaobei smiled contemptuously, shook his head, then looked at Liu Xiaoli and asked her opinion: "Auntie, what do you think?"

Liu Xiaoli looked at her daughter lovingly and replied casually, "I'm fine with either. You decide." Then she turned her gaze to Yang Mi.

Yang Mi naturally would not spoil the fun, and it was already boring on the train. Playing poker to kill time was a good choice, so she nodded to show her agreement.

After the meal, Hu Xiaobei took the tray back to the dining car, bought two boxes of playing cards, and then slowly returned to the compartment in carriage No. 7.

When I opened the door, I saw that the quilts and pillows in the box were all brand new, and all covered with their own quilt and pillowcases.

Judging by the style and color of the quilt cover, Hu Xiaobei was assigned to the lower bunk on the left after entering the door, while An Xiaoqian was assigned to the upper bunk on the left. Liu Xiaoli was assigned to the lower bunk on the right, while the upper bunk on the right belonged to Yang Mi.

At this time, Yang Mi was sitting by the window on the right, and Liu Xiaoli was next to her.

An Xiaoqian sat on the lower bunk on the left, leaving a window seat empty, obviously reserved for Hu Xiaobei.

Hu Xiaobei placed the playing cards on the small coffee table, but instead of sitting down directly on it, he stood up the pillow with its bottom resting against the right angle of the lower bunk.

An Xiaoqian's eyes lit up, and she instantly moved to a seat by the window, leaning against a comfortable pillow, and said comfortably, "Hmm... Not bad, very comfortable. I'll sit here reluctantly."

Hu Xiaobei had expected this, so he just smiled and shook his head, and didn't tell her about the order of playing cards. After all, they were also out of order when they played cards last time.

Seeing this, Yang Mi quickly stood up and said sensibly, "Auntie, how about we change seats?"

Liu Xiaoli patted her arm gently and said with a smile, "No need, just sit there. We played cards in the wrong seats last time too. They just need to remember the order themselves."

In the blink of an eye, three rounds of cards were played.

Maybe it was because she had been sitting there for too long, or maybe she thought Hu Xiaobei had peeked at her cards, which was why she lost three games in a row.

An Xiaoqian took off her shoes, leaned her back against the pillow, and sat down on the lower bunk at a 45-degree angle, holding the scattered playing cards in her hands, vigilantly guarding against Hu Xiaobei's peeking.

Hu Xiaobei pulled the quilt over her long legs and pressed her feet a few times to make sure there was no air leakage.

Yang Mi's heart sank suddenly, and there was an inexplicable sense of loss in her eyes. She bit her lips lightly, and her mouth corners turned down slightly, with deep envy on her face.

Seeing this, Liu Xiaoli also pulled the pillow and quilt over and said softly, "Mimi, why don't you sit like this too? It's more comfortable this way."

Yang Mi quickly waved her hands to decline, but she did have some yearning in her heart. She only persisted for a while, then took off her shoes and sat down on the lower bunk, imitating An Xiaoqian.

Hu Xiaobei was staring at Yang Mi's feet in a trance when he was suddenly kicked in the lower back.

He turned his head in confusion, only to see An Xiaoqian pursing her lips tightly, her brows twisted into a small knot, and staring at him angrily.

"What are you looking at? Is it that beautiful? Why are you staring at a girl's feet so intently?" An Xiaoqian seemed to be venting her anger. She muttered and secretly kicked them.

Hu Xiaobei was a little confused by this sudden accusation, but he had a nonchalant smile on his face.

On the contrary, Yang Mi on the opposite side had blushing cheeks, lowered her head slightly, and glanced at Hu Xiaobei from time to time through her bangs, with a hint of shyness and desire in her eyes.

She bit her lips lightly, her fingers unconsciously tugging at the corner of her clothes, as if she was hesitating about something.

　I revised these two chapters several times, but they are still not well written and fail to capture the green and astringent flavor of tea.

　　But the big secret is that at my age now, the tea flavor is not that strong, so let it be.

　　I didn't write anything from last night to noon today. I was just revising it.

　　I revised a few hundred words last night, and I worked until one o'clock this morning before lunch, and I only revised a thousand words.

　　I was busy reading comments and news in the afternoon, and didn't write anything...

　　I feel that my writing skills are not good enough, but I always want to keep improving, and I like to revise it again and again, so it is really difficult to create text.

　　Yesterday, I really couldn't think of how to improve it, so I sent the Saint Seiya chapter to Deepseek and asked it where the problems were and where it could be improved. As a result, it gave me a bunch of suggestions, and I felt that I couldn't accept any of them.

　　And I can’t answer the subsequent questions. I still don’t understand why this thing is so awesome.

　　I always feel that if I follow the suggestions it gives and make revisions, it will simply lower the quality of the article and make it irrelevant.

　　Forget it, my level is just like this. I just revised a few hundred words and that’s it. After all, it’s an online article. I’ve revised it several times, so I won’t revise it anymore.

　　However, AI also has an advantage. It is very useful when you ask it whether the "land it has obtained" is used correctly.

　　Of course, it may also be that my ability to distinguish "the land obtained" is too low, and I can't tell right from wrong.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)