The birth of an actor

Chapter 28 Simps Get No House
A bowl of noodles with meat costing three yuan was indeed quite substantial. During the meal, Fan Bing also took two bottles of Beibingyang soda.

She still spends the money.

He also said that he would pay Anxin's money back after filming was finished and he received his payment.

After the two finished their meal, she received a page from Sister Sha, asking her to call back.

After the girl quickly made the call, An Xin didn't hear what was being said on the other end. Fan Bing quickly wrote a line in her phone book and then politely hung up:

"Let's go."

"...Have you thought it through?"

"Okay."

In response to his questions, the pig-headed girl displayed a completely different kind of nonchalance than before:

"It's just hair, so what if you cut it? We're actors, what's the most important thing?"

Anxin paused for two seconds before realizing that she was asking her a question, rather than laying the groundwork for her previous statement.

So, I tentatively replied with:
"Face?"

"Uh……"

Fan Bing was speechless for a moment.

That statement doesn't seem to make any mistake.

But it wasn't quite the answer she wanted to give:
"It's dedication!"

For some reason, a glint of light appeared on the girl's face when she said this.

"Our teacher said that the most important thing for an actor is dedication. No matter how big or small the role is, you must understand your character, feel your character, and then interpret it professionally according to the director's requirements. This is professional ethics, and also the moral standard for an actor. It's very important!"

That statement is absolutely correct.

Anxin was too lazy to complain, and simply nodded:
"Then you'd better control your emotions. Don't cry after a few snips of the scissors, that would be embarrassing."

"Ha, wanna make a bet?"

"I bet you'll cry or not?"

"Yes, if I shed even one tear, I'll... No, I have no money, I'm poor. I don't gamble!"

Anxin rolled her eyes.
"So what are you betting on?"

"bet……"

As the two were talking, they happened to walk towards a couple in their twenties, and at the same time, they heard each other say:
"Fine, I'll bet then. What are you afraid of? If I lose, I'll wash your underwear for the rest of my life!"

"..."

"..."

An Xin's lips twitched, and Fan Bing was taken aback.

After passing the two people, the girl's expression turned strange, and she subconsciously looked at An Xin.

Coincidentally, Anxin was looking at her too.

As she watched, Anxin chuckled mischievously.
"hey-hey!"

"Come on! I'm too lazy to even wash my own! ...Oh no! I'm not washing yours!"

Her face turned red.

Anxinle was even happier:

"I don't need you to wash my underwear. If you're going to cry, then you can wash my clothes for a month, okay?"

"What if I didn't cry?"

"...Shall I wash you?"

"Well……"

The girl thought for a moment, and suddenly a wicked idea popped into her head:
"I don't need you to wash me. Here's the deal: if you lose, I'll help you open your hips!"

"?"

Anxin was taken aback.

Then he gasped.
"You have a truly wicked mind."

"Just tell me if it's okay or not!"

"I'm betting! I bet you absolutely can't accept this!"

"Ha! You just wait!"

The girl was full of fighting spirit.

After all, she had already prepared herself mentally.

Next, the two returned to the Beijing Film Studio, explained their purpose to the security guard, and were immediately allowed to pass. Following Sister Sha's instructions, they entered the office building and arrived at a large dressing room.

There were four people waiting there, including Sister Sha.

"Bingbing, sit here. You there... Anxin, right? You sit here."

"it is good."

Anxin responded with a soft "yes," and subconsciously glanced at Fan Bing.

Sure enough, the girl's face lost its color again.

Unfortunately, the two were seated back to back, so Fan Bing only glanced at him through the makeup mirror, and for some reason, she gave a forced smile before being pushed into a chair.

An Xinguang could feel the stiffness in her posture as she sat down.

Just like... a death row inmate being put on the electric chair.

However, apart from her pale face, the girl remained silent.

Until they were surrounded by a cloth.

"Sit up straight."

These words were spoken to the woman who was applying makeup with peace of mind.

"Uh... ok."

"You're not wearing makeup, are you?"

"No."

"Here, put it on your face."

The woman took out a hot towel.

As a result, Anxin's vision was completely blocked by the towel, and she could no longer see anything.

Amidst the clattering of bottles and jars around them, a sentence rang out:
"Your hair is in great condition."

A few seconds after the sound faded, Fan Bingbing made a cat-like movement:

"……Um."

A few more seconds passed...

"Sister...can I take this braid with me after it's cut off?"

"Sure. Are you going to sell them for money?"

As soon as one of the women finished speaking, another woman said with a smile:
"Such a thick braid must be worth a lot of money. At least a hundred yuan."

"Pretty much. Look at this hair, so black and thick. Ah, youth is truly wonderful..."

The two of them started chatting back and forth.

Anxinxin said, "Why do you two talk so much?"

As he was pondering this, he suddenly heard the sound of scissors cutting something.

In the subtle sound, one could clearly sense the movement of cutting some kind of thread.

"..."

He remained silent, but inexplicably felt a pang of sadness.

"Here, put it."

"..."

The girl remained silent.

As soon as the wet towel on An Xin's face was removed, he immediately turned to look at Fan Bing.

The braid is gone.

The girl closed her eyes.

As if fast asleep.

Anxin's scalp tingled at the sight of that short hair.

It felt like being pricked with a needle. ...

"Okay, all done."

The makeup was done quickly, in less than twenty minutes.

He could feel an uncomfortable stickiness on his face, but looking at himself in the mirror... he had to admit that if his buddy was nine points handsome without makeup, he would be a ten-point handsome guy after makeup.

A handsome, sunny, and bright-eyed guy.

Even he looked surprised.

However, after reading it, he quickly thanked the woman and turned to look at her as she waved him away.

The girl had opened her eyes and was looking at him with a surprised expression.

Their eyes met, as if they were having a conversation across time and space, and Anxin "listened" to what she said:

"So lovely."

And the look of reassurance in his eyes was:

"Are you OK?"

The girl's eyes were curved:
"I didn't cry."

Smile with peace of mind:

"Ah."

Finally, he glanced at the braid on the table, looked around, picked up a plastic bag from the table, and went to Fan Bing's side:

"I'll pack it up for you."

"Ah."

After finishing the installation, he looked at Sister Sha, who was sitting on the sofa staring intently at him, and asked:
"Sister Sha, what do I need to cooperate with next?"

"Uh……"

Sister Sha snapped out of her daze and stood up:
"Go change your clothes next door."

"Ok."

Next door was a fitting room with racks full of all sorts of clothes, and Sister Sha brought out a large shirt with gray, white, and blue vertical stripes for him:
"Just wear this."

"..."

Anxin was speechless for a moment, thinking to herself that this was too tacky.

But he still took it, and just as he was taking off his clothes, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at the woman:

"So... I changed my clothes?"

"Change it."

The plump woman, with her burning gaze, showed no sign of leaving.

Just staring at him.

"Uh……"

An Xin paused for a moment, then tentatively said:

"So I'll close the shop?"

"Oh yes."

Sister Sha seemed to wake up from a dream, and then closed the door from the inside.

"..."

Anxin then realized that she wanted to see her change clothes.

no……

Are you out of your mind, you old woman?

Perverted?

"Aren't you... going out?"

"No need, I need to check how the clothes look. You should change quickly, Xiao Fan still needs them."

Relieved and happy:

“Sister Sha, I need to change my pants too. Besides, I’m only 16 this year, and it wouldn’t be good for you if word got out.”

"..."

The plump woman was taken aback.

Then a smirk appeared on his face:
"Hey, I forgot. You still need to change your pants. Okay, then hurry up."

Only then did she finally walk out.

Only after the door was completely closed did An Xin show a speechless expression.

I thought to myself, "Are you crazy?"

Watching an underage boy change clothes?

If you were even slightly better looking, I might have given in to you. But you're trying to take advantage of me.

As he thought about it, he took off his clothes.

But just as I took off my clothes, the door suddenly opened:
"Oh right, don't worry, and those sunglasses too."

"..."

The woman stared at An Xin's bare upper body, pointing to a pair of sunglasses on the table next to her.

Then he slowly closed the door.

An Xin remained silent, glancing down at her clearly visible abs...

Oh shit.

bastard...

He cursed and then quickly took off his pants.

Let's take advantage of the time difference and change my pants first.

To prevent that bastard from taking advantage of Grandpa!

That means it's within the Great Wall. If it were outside the Great Wall... you'd be asking for trouble if you tried to take advantage of your grandfather Ma!
Neuropathy!
A moment later, Anxin walked out the door wearing a terribly ugly shirt with messy lines, sunglasses, and black pants.
"Sister Sha, is this okay?"

"Well, okay."

After taking a look, Sister Sha nodded without saying whether it looked good or bad.

Feeling relieved, I walked back to the dressing room.

Meanwhile, Fan Bingbing, whose hair was almost finished being cut and whose head was covered in stubble, widened her eyes in surprise when she saw An Xin's new look.

So ugly!?

So ugly!!!
She was completely stunned.

This... why is it so ugly?
Who chose these clothes?

With such a great figure and clothes hanger, why did you dress her up like this?

As stubble kept falling, the girl closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight.

Too tacky.

It's both rustic and ugly.

At this moment, Sister Sha handed Anxin a piece of paper:

"Here, this is your script for this afternoon."

After Anxin took it, she found that there was only one sentence on it:

"Back then, you were wearing a floral dress, looking stylish and beautiful. I was like an ugly duckling, awkwardly trying to talk to you, and I was deeply infatuated with the smile on your face."

Anxin's lips twitched.

For some reason, it seems he... knows who the character he's playing is based on.

If nothing unexpected happens, this outfit my buddy is wearing probably belongs to Xie Dong himself, right?

Hey.

Dude.

Have you ever heard this saying?

It's called... "Simps Don't Get a House".

(End of this chapter)