Top Chinese celebrity: Debuted from Running Man

Chapter 383 Little Sister Zhao: Baby? Who is the baby? (7k)
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"Zhang, do you know what's going on here?"

Looking at the "mountain of breakfasts" in front of him and the gifts piled up around him, Gu Qing shook his head and smiled helplessly.

He bent down and picked up a beautifully wrapped bouquet of pink roses from beside the chair, then sat back down in his own chair.

The delicate pink petals still held the morning dew, exuding a light and refreshing fragrance.

He took a light sniff, and a faint floral fragrance filled his senses.

A delicate heart-shaped envelope was tied to the bouquet. Gu Qing gently pinched the edge of the envelope with her fingertips and, with a little force, stuffed it into the desk drawer that was already overflowing with all sorts of small gifts and letters.

Gu Qing turned her head, asking her deskmate with a mixture of curiosity and confusion, "Did the classmates buy all of these?"

"No...uh...the students did buy a little,"

Upon hearing the question, Zhang Jingyi quickly looked up and explained, "But many of them were placed by senior female students we don't know, and some might have been placed by students from other grades."

Including the bouquets later on… they would quietly place them by the door or on the windowsill, point to your spot, and then quickly leave; we couldn't stop them even if we wanted to.”

As she explained, her gaze was involuntarily drawn to the scene before her.

Gu Qing, holding a bouquet of pink roses, sat in a seat surrounded by various flowers, gifts, and breakfast.

The morning sunlight streamed through the window, dancing on his soft hair and delicate profile, enveloping him in a soft halo.

Surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers, the way he lowered his eyes to gently inhale their fragrance was as beautiful as a meticulously drawn poster, carrying a poetic and breathtaking sense of tranquility.

Even Zhang Jingyi herself couldn't help but have an absurd thought: if she could see such a beautiful scene every day, she would probably be willing to cut back on her own spending and save money to buy him flowers.

"Is this... the psychology behind fans spending money on their idols?"

"Have I become a fan?"

This word flashed through Zhang Jingyi's mind.

"That's right..."

Gu Qing nodded knowingly, his gaze sweeping over the table full of food and piled-up gifts, a hint of obvious embarrassment flashing across his handsome brows.

Although the "offerings" from his classmates were made out of pure goodwill and affection, he dared not eat them easily.

Being in the complex ecosystem of the entertainment industry, he has to be constantly vigilant.

If these anonymously delivered foods were tampered with by some extreme anti-fans, the consequences would be unimaginable.

There have been horrific cases of poisoning or pranks in the entertainment industry before, and he cannot gamble his safety and health on such a fluke.

Gifts are relatively easy to handle; simply store them unopened or return them.

However, if all this carefully prepared food is simply thrown away and wasted, it would not only disappoint the gift giver's good intentions but also waste the hard work involved in preparing the food.

Looking at all that breakfast, he felt it was a real waste.

Think for a moment,

Gu Qing had an idea. He smiled, his clear, bright eyes turning to his deskmate beside him.

"Zhang Jingyi, extend your hand."

"what……?"

Zhang Jingyi was a little stunned by this sudden request. Before her brain could react, her body seemed to be out of control, and she foolishly and obediently stretched out her fair and slender little hand.

"This bouquet suits you perfectly today, so I'm giving it to you."

With a smile, Gu Qing placed the bouquet of delicate pink roses in her hands into Zhang Jingyi's outstretched palm and arm.

Zhang Jingyi was completely stunned.

Her gaze was instantly filled with this romantic and gentle pink. The layers upon layers of petals, soft as silk, the delicately tied ribbons, the faint yet rich fragrance lingering at the tip of her nose... everything was silently assaulting her senses.

She felt her heart skip a beat, a subtle flutter welled up inside her, and her cheeks began to burn uncontrollably.

These flowers...are they for me?
Little did they know that a casual joke would trigger their deskmate's emotional journey.

Gu Qing stood up, looked around at the students in the classroom, raised her voice slightly, and asked, "Students, have you all had breakfast?"

"Brother Gu, I haven't eaten yet! Sleeping in for even ten more minutes in the morning is a luxury, how could I have time to buy food!"

"Gu Qing, I dare not eat it~ I'll get fat!"

"My idol, I haven't had a proper breakfast in almost two years, I've been surviving on black coffee..."

For performing arts students, especially art students who have strict requirements for their future appearance,
For many of them, breakfast has long become an optional extra, or even a meal that can be sacrificed in order to maintain a slim figure.

Eating only one meal a day is not unusual for them.

"This is not okay,"

Gu Qing shook her head, her tone becoming serious, "Not eating is very harmful to the body. Even celebrities who pay the most attention to their figure will eat three meals a day on time, they just pay attention to the nutritional balance and calorie intake."

If someone else had said that, the students would have just thought it was nonsense.

But the person who said it was Gu Qing, so who would dare not believe it?

As Gu Qing spoke, she picked up several clean and well-packaged breakfast bags from the table and began distributing them to nearby students according to their seating order: "Here, please have these."

Everything can be wasted, but food is the one thing that cannot be wasted.

"Please do me a favor today and help me get rid of these 'burdens,' okay?"

Gu, a top student, personally "fed" the students to his side. The students were initially stunned, but then their faces turned red with joy as they happily accepted the food.

It was as if they were receiving not an ordinary breakfast, but some extraordinary honor.

"My God! We've really made something of ourselves today! We actually managed to get a free meal from Gu Qing!"

"Haha! It must be so awesome to be classmates with a top celebrity! Plus, they even give you a free breakfast!"

"Brother Gu! Just for what you said, even if I'm stuffed to death today, I'll definitely finish everything you gave me!"

The students were in high spirits, expressing their gratitude and excitement, and the classroom was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

While distributing breakfast, Gu Qing gently made a request to everyone: "By the way, classmates, if any classmates or senior students I don't know want to bring me food or gifts tomorrow or in the future, could you please politely decline for me?"

He explained, "Teacher Zhang has already agreed that she will bring me lunch every day from now on."

I really can't eat all this food by myself. Buying it and leaving it is a waste, and I feel really bad seeing so much food go to waste. This isn't right.

"No problem! We've got this covered, Mr. Gu!"

"Don't worry, Gu Qing! We'll take care of it for you! We'll make sure you get the message across!"

Upon hearing this, the students patted their chests and readily agreed, as if they had received some glorious mission.

quickly,

Gu Qing finished distributing most of the breakfast and returned to her seat.

There were still a few delicate pastries and snacks left on the table.

at this time,

Zhang Jingyi was still at a loss, blankly holding the bouquet of pink roses that seemed somewhat out of place with her black down jacket.

Her delicate face held a bewildered look; she didn't know whether to put it down or continue holding it, and she stood awkwardly by the seat.

"Zhang, have you had breakfast?"

Gu Qing began to tidy up her desk cabinet, which was crammed with gifts, trying to make some space for her schoolbag and textbooks.

"me…"

Zhang Jingyi thought of the carton of milk she had hurriedly drunk before leaving the house, but swallowed the words back. Then she gently shook her head like a rattle-drum.

Milk...it shouldn't count as a proper breakfast, right?

That's a liquid, it's for drinking!

She tried hard to hypnotize herself.

"That's perfect. Let's see if there's anything you like to eat among these."

Gu Qing smiled and pushed the remaining, delicious-looking breakfasts on the table in front of Zhang Jingyi.

Simultaneously,

He glanced at the bouquet she was still clutching tightly in her arms with a hint of surprise, and casually asked, "You...do you really like roses?"

"Uh-huh."

Zhang Jingyi lowered her head and gave a vague reply. Fortunately, her long hair hanging down her cheeks and the high collar of her down jacket cleverly concealed her face, so it wasn't too obvious.

She first turned to the side in a bit of a panic, carefully leaning the bunch of pink roses, which looked very expensive, against the edge of the "sea of ​​flowers" next to her, making sure it wouldn't fall over.

When she turned back, her gaze fell on the breakfasts on the table. Her fingers unconsciously twisted together, as if she was a little embarrassed to choose.

Seeing her hesitation and restraint, Gu Qing considerately helped her make the decision.

"Try this,"

He picked up a beautifully presented, refreshing, and low-fat vegetable salad and sandwich combo and handed it to Zhang Jingyi.
"This looks like it should taste good, and it's low in oil and calories, so you don't have to worry about gaining weight."

"Thank...Thank you."

Zhang Jingyi thanked them softly, took the breakfast, and took small, delicate bites, keeping her head slightly lowered the whole time, as if this could hide the turmoil in her heart.

While Zhang Jingyi ate breakfast and Gu Qing rested, he began to deal with the remaining "legacy issues" in an orderly manner.

He carefully collected the envelopes and cards that came with each bouquet of flowers and gift, neatly folded them, and put them into his schoolbag.

Next, he began to examine the beautifully wrapped gifts one by one. Among them were several items of considerable value:

There are uniquely designed luxury brand jewelry, limited edition trendy toys, and even brand-name watches worth tens or even hundreds of thousands of dollars...

Gu Qing calmly recorded all the valuable gifts and took clear photos of them with her phone as evidence.

He planned to hand them all over to Teacher Zhang later, so that the school could contact and return them to the students who might have made impulsive purchases.

He cannot and will not accept such a valuable gift.

"My idol, you don't want any of these gifts?"

Seeing his actions, some classmates couldn't help but ask him questions with curiosity and a bit of anticipation.

They also coveted these "good things" that looked expensive.

"I appreciate the thoughtfulness behind the gift, thank you very much."

Gu Qing looked up, smiled at the classmate, and said in a gentle but firm tone, "But these are too valuable, and we must return them to those classmates."

This is different from food and drink, so I can't give it to you. I hope you can understand.

Just then, Zhang Songwen appeared at the classroom door.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang~~"

Knowing the teacher's relationship with Gu Qing, the students greeted him warmly when they saw him. "Hello, classmates."

Zhang Songwen smiled gently and nodded in response. He walked straight to Gu Qing's seat in the back row and handed her the steaming buns and milk he was carrying.

When he saw the few remaining breakfasts on Gu Qing's table and the pile of gifts beside them, he didn't show much surprise on his face.

He simply chuckled knowingly and shook his head, sighing in a tone that was both teasing and nostalgic: "Ah, when I was young, why didn't I receive such good treatment? Nobody brought me food."

"Teacher Zhang, I'll deliver them to you from now on."

Gu Qing accepted the breakfast and immediately responded with a smile upon hearing this.

then,

He explained the situation of the remaining breakfast on the table and the pile of valuable gifts to Zhang Songwen in a simple and clear manner.

"Gu, you handled it very well and considered everything very thoroughly."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Songwen showed a gratified expression and nodded approvingly.

He took the valuable gifts and list of records that Gu Qing handed him, saying, "Just eat in peace. I'll take these things to my office and take care of them for you."

"Thank you for your help, Teacher Zhang."

Gu Qing was already so hungry that her stomach was cramping slightly. At this moment, she no longer held back, opened the straw, inserted it into the milk carton, and took small sips. Then she picked up a still warm steamed bun.

The breakfast Zhang Songwen brought was very well portioned: two small steamed buns and a 250ml carton of pure milk.

Even so, for Gu Qing, who was used to bland food, being able to eat hot and flavorful food already made him very satisfied.

however,
Even celebrities have their own rules about what they eat.

To maintain good digestion and absorption, while precisely controlling weight and facial muscle definition,
They usually need to chew slowly, often chewing each bite twenty to thirty times, and consciously use the masseter muscles on both sides evenly to avoid causing facial asymmetry.

Gu Qing really couldn't stand this overly rigid way of eating, feeling that she had lost the joy of enjoying food.

Fortunately, he had his own way of dealing with it.

One bite at a time, chewing each bun thirty times, two buns together make a total of sixty chews. Alternating between them isn't too troublesome.

"Cough cough—cough cough cough—"

Just as Zhang Jingyi was taking small breaths and drinking the warm black rice porridge, she suddenly heard a suppressed and painful cough.

She was startled and turned her head sharply to look.

Her handsome, top-tier classmate had suddenly developed large cheeks, but he clearly couldn't handle the food in his mouth as nimbly as a hamster. After chewing only a few times, he suddenly covered his mouth, lowered his head, and coughed violently, his face turning red from holding it in.

"Gu Qing! Are you alright?!"

Zhang Jingyi was a little flustered and almost subconsciously reached out to gently pat Gu Qing's back.

"What...is it...what's wrong..."

Gu Qing choked so badly that tears welled up in her eyes. She waved her hand and hurriedly grabbed the milk next to her and gulped down a few mouthfuls, trying to suppress the burning sensation in her throat.

He underestimated the power of the capital's steamed buns. He never imagined that, apart from soup dumplings, regular steamed buns would also contain a rich broth.

That bite almost burned him so badly he became depressed.

Gu Qing finally admitted defeat, abandoned the idea of ​​a quick victory, and obediently picked up the remaining buns and began to eat them slowly and carefully.

After breakfast,

Gu Qing then rummaged through her backpack and pulled out a series of items: "Mouthwash, moisturizing spray, individually wrapped wet wipes, chewing gum..."

He looked around and finally chose the breath-freshening gum, unwrapped a mint-flavored one, and put it in his mouth.

The refreshing minty flavor instantly dispelled the lingering smell of breakfast.

"Do you want it?"

Gu Qing glanced at Zhang Jingyi out of the corner of his eye and saw her staring blankly at his series of smooth actions, so he naturally handed her a piece of individually wrapped chewing gum.

"Gu Qing, are all celebrities... this strict about their image management?"

Zhang Jingyi took the chewing gum, as if she had discovered a new continent, and exclaimed in disbelief, "It's so...clean!"

"It is because they are frequently exposed to the public eye that image management must be strict."

Hearing this, Gu Qing just smiled and put the remaining chewing gum back into her bag. "But that's just the surface. Many celebrities can be more slovenly than you can imagine."

quickly,

The preparatory bell rang, signaling the start of Gu Qing's first formal class at the Beijing Film Academy.

The first class was "College English," taught by a beautiful and capable female teacher.

She looked to be in her mid-thirties, dressed in a well-fitting business suit that accentuated her mature figure.

"Good morning, students. I am your English teacher this semester. You can call me Ms. Xu."

As soon as the female teacher entered the room, she gave a brief self-introduction in fluent English.

Although she tried her best to scan the whole class equally, her gaze, filled with curiosity and inquiry, still drifted intentionally or unintentionally to the last row of the classroom by the window—the direction where Gu Qing was.

Not to mention the students' curiosity about this new classmate, even the teachers found it hard not to be interested in this renowned top student.

After briefly introducing herself and the general course schedule, Ms. Xu Xue did not have each student introduce themselves as she would in other courses. Instead, she went straight to the point and began today's lesson.

Gu Qing listened very attentively, her notebook open on the table. Although her memory was sufficient, she still took notes of the key points from time to time.

The importance of English is self-evident. As a universal language, fluent and authentic English is almost an indispensable stepping stone for any artist aspiring to reach the international stage.

Even if you don't go international, having English skills to handle occasional interviews or attend award ceremonies and fashion red carpets abroad is a great help.

However, apart from Gu Qing, the other students in the classroom seemed much more lazy and uninteresting.

Many people looked bewildered and sleepy after listening for only a few minutes.

This cannot be entirely blamed on them. Ms. Xu Xue's teaching style is more immersive. Except for a few key new words that she explains in Chinese, she spends most of her time explaining in fluent and standard Oxford English.

This is like listening to gibberish for students with weak foundations.

after all,

Most students who choose to apply to art schools are simply academic underachievers; who would apply to art schools if they had excellent grades?

Even Gu Qing's deskmate, Zhang Jingyi, initially thought that she couldn't make a bad impression in front of her radiant deskmate, so she tried her best to straighten her back and listen attentively for a while.

But soon,
The complex, long sentences and rapid flow of speech made her eyes glaze over and her mind go blank.

She tried her best to maintain a posture of listening attentively, but it became increasingly difficult, and eventually she couldn't continue acting.
She could only secretly prop her smooth forehead up with her hand, pretending to read the textbook, but actually her eyes were glazed over, and she began to daydream.

The other students in the classroom each had their own ways of "passing the time":
Some girls secretly opened their small makeup mirrors and, using the reflection, lingered to steal glances at Gu Qing's profile in the back row.
Most of the boys lowered their heads, skillfully unlocking their phones, either engrossed in games or reminiscing about the astonishing number of likes they received after posting the video of Gu Qing yesterday.
Unable to resist, I secretly raised my phone again, looking for a new angle, and started taking pictures secretly.

Standing on the podium, Xu Xue took in all the students' little actions.

She sighed inwardly, but couldn't be bothered to name and criticize them one by one.

At the Beijing Film Academy, in addition to the core professional courses such as acting, diction, and physical performance being closely supervised by the teachers,
For general education courses like English, as long as all students are present and the classroom order isn't too chaotic, teachers usually turn a blind eye.

Many of these students, who come from wealthy families and have clear goals for the entertainment industry, do not really care much about their grades in academic subjects.

The only thing that brought her some comfort and a pleasant surprise was Gu Qing, who was sitting in the last row.

He remained focused throughout the lesson, his eyes always following the teacher. Occasionally, he would furrow his brow slightly in thought, his lips moving silently as if repeating some of the pronunciations or sentence patterns mentioned by the teacher.

"No wonder they're so popular..."

Teacher Xu Xue nodded to herself, "Even if he may not be very interested in English, it's enough that he can at least 'act' like he's listening attentively."

not to mention,
This is the Beijing Film Academy, a mecca of performing arts.

If a student who aspires to be an actor cannot even "play" a good student in class, how can they possibly delve into more complex roles?

Looking at Gu Qing's pleasing appearance and focused expression, Teacher Xu Xue's tone of voice unconsciously became softer and more patient.

Throughout the entire lecture, she felt as if she were giving Gu Qing a private lesson, her gaze mostly fixed on the seat by the window.

get out of class is over. See you next time.
The pleasant school bell rang, and Ms. Xu Xue announced the end of get out of class.

When the class ended, she felt a little unsatisfied. She walked to the classroom door with her books, paused, and couldn't help but turn back to say in Chinese, "Gu Qing, if you have any questions about the course, you can come to my office anytime."

"Okay, thank you, Teacher Xu."

Upon hearing this, Gu Qing immediately stood up and expressed her gratitude.

During the short break after class, the crowd outside the classroom gradually began to gather again.

Many students from other classes, under the pretense of going to the restroom or passing by, peeked out from the door of the experimental class, trying to catch a glimpse of Gu Qing.

Seeking a moment of peace and quiet, and to avoid unnecessary disturbances, Gu Qing put on her wireless Bluetooth earphones, turned on her phone, and began browsing the news, replying to work messages and greetings from friends.

"Jingyi, do you want to go to the restroom together?"

Midway through, several girls came over together and invited Zhang Jingyi.

While they were asking Zhang Jingyi questions, their eyes couldn't help but sneak glances at Gu Qing. Some even stood on tiptoe, trying to see what was on Gu Qing's phone screen.

Unfortunately, Gu Qing's phone had a professional privacy screen protector, so from the side it was completely black and nothing could be seen.

"No, you go ahead."

Zhang Jingyi declined softly. She knew very well that these classmates had come to invite her mostly just to find an excuse to see Gu Qing up close.

She felt like a "tool" being used, and felt somewhat helpless.

Just then, a clear and pleasant chuckle came from the side.

Zhang Jingyi and the other girls who were about to leave all instinctively turned their heads to look.

Gu Qing was looking at his phone screen, his lips curving upwards, his eyes crinkling, revealing an extremely bright smile.

That smile was different from his usual polite, business-like smile; it was a genuine smile from the heart.
As if the first snow had melted, it instantly illuminated his entire face, bringing an indescribable and stunningly beautiful effect.

The morning sunlight fell perfectly on his profile and the tips of his hair, giving him a warm golden glow, as beautiful as a close-up shot in a movie, both real and dreamlike.

The girls were so stunned that they forgot what to do for a moment.

"Excuse me, excuse me, please continue."

Gu Qing noticed their gazes, immediately suppressed her smile, and nodded apologetically.

He glanced at his stunned classmates, then lowered his head, trying to suppress his laughter, and returned his gaze to his phone screen.

On the screen,
Sister Zhao: "Oh my~ Thank you all for your concern, my darlings! I'll treat you to milk tea~ (winking)"

"Why haven't you ever treated me to milk tea like this before? (Exploding with rage)!!"

Having not seen Gu Qing for a long time, Sister Zhao, who missed him terribly, started to have a fit of hysteria.

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(End of this chapter)