Entertainment Industry: I am a top-tier movie star

The day after filming wrapped, when Chen Nianbei and Wang Hao dragged their suitcases back to their dormitory at the Beijing Film Academy, it was empty.

Zhang Lei is still learning on set.

Li Xiang just finished his last exam yesterday and has already packed his bags to go home for the Chinese New Year.

"Tsk, so deserted."

Wang Hao threw his backpack onto the bed and plopped down. "Brother Hao, I've been filming for two months, and when I came back, there wasn't even anyone to welcome me back."

Chen Nianbei didn't reply, but simply put the suitcase in the corner, unzipped it, and started packing.

"Are you going home tomorrow?" Chen Nianbei asked.

"Yeah, my mom calls me three times a day, urging me to go back home."

Wang Hao lay back on the bed. "Nianbei, when are you going back?"

"Finished the audition?"

Chen Nianbei said, "The audition for 'Gu Jian Qi Tan' is on February 1st."

Wang Hao sat up and stared at him for a few seconds: "Are you confident?"

"have no idea."

Chen Nianbei spoke frankly, "I'll be preparing these next few days."

He took out the script and notebook and placed them on the table.

He didn't know much about the character Ling Yue in his previous life, only that he was the senior brother of Tianyong City in "Gu Jian Qi Tan", with a calm and steady personality and the responsibility of protecting his sect.

This kind of character is actually not easy to play.

Being too stiff can make you look expressionless, while being too outgoing doesn't fit the character's temperament.

We need to think about it.

"Okay, good luck then."

Wang Hao started packing his things. "My train leaves tomorrow morning. I'm going home to rest for a few days. These past two months have been exhausting."

Chen Nianbei smiled and said, "Please give my regards to your uncle and aunt when you get home."

"Okay."

The campus outside the window was quiet. Winter break had begun, and there weren't many students staying on campus. Only a few lights were visible in the distance.

Chen Nianbei sat at his desk and opened the script for "Swords of Legends".

It was a script excerpt sent by Yang Mi, containing only a few scenes featuring Ling Yue.

One scene is him disciplining his junior brother in Tianyong City, another is his confrontation with Baili Tusu, and yet another is... a scene of him fighting demons alone to protect his sect.

There aren't many lines, but every single one is worth savoring.

What tone of voice should Ling Yue use when he speaks?

Chen Nianbei closed her eyes, trying to find the right feeling. Calm, but not indifferent.

He is authoritative, but not intimidating.

"The key to spiritual practice lies in sincerity."

He read his lines softly, his voice steady, yet carrying an inner strength.

not enough.

Come again.

"The key to spiritual practice lies in sincerity."

This time he added something.

It wasn't that I deliberately emphasized my tone, but rather that I added a touch of concern to my voice.

Chen Nianbei wrote in her notebook:

"Ling Yue's 'coldness' is just an outward appearance; he is actually very affectionate inside. When disciplining his junior brothers, his eyes must be stern, but deep down, he must hide his concern."

After finishing writing, he moved on to the next episode.

The scene where he confronts Baili Tusu is even more challenging.

And so, the night passed.

……

Over the next few days, Chen Nianbei lived an extremely regular life.

I get up at six in the morning and go for a run on the track.

I spent the morning in my dorm reading the script and thinking about the character.

In the afternoon, I went to the small theater in the teaching building. It's open during the winter break, so I could practice my play alone in front of an empty seat.

In the empty theater, only his voice echoed.

"Tu Su, do you know your mistake?"

"The rules of our sect must not be broken."

"With me here today, I will not allow any demons to set foot in Tianyong City."

Once, twice, three times.

Adjust your tone, adjust your expression, adjust your movement.

Sometimes, halfway through a practice session, he would stop, look at the empty seats below the stage, and suddenly remember his past life.

Back then, he did the same thing, honing his craft on his own until he knew every detail by heart.

The difference was that by then he was past his prime, and he was honing his acting skills just to survive.

Now, he's aiming for a higher position.

On the afternoon of January 31st, Chen Nianbei was rehearsing her final scene in the small theater.

Just as I was practicing at a crucial point, my phone rang.

He stopped, wiped his sweat, and answered the phone: "Feed?"

"I'm back!"

Naza's voice came through the receiver, filled with excitement, "Just got off the plane and arrived at school. Where are you?"

"A small theater, for rehearsals," Chen Nianbei said. "You finished filming so quickly?"

"Yeah, we finished filming after a few more shots."

Naza paused for a moment, then asked, "Are you... free tonight?"

Chen Nianbei glanced at the time, 4 PM: "Yes."

"Shall we have dinner together?"

Naza said, her voice filled with anticipation.

"Okay," Chen Nianbei said. "What do you want to eat?"

"hot pot!"

"Okay, see you at the school gate at six o'clock."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Nianbei looked at his phone, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

It would be a lie to say I don't miss them after two months apart.

After packing her things, Chen Nianbei went back to her dormitory, took a shower, and changed into clean clothes.

Before leaving the house, he looked at himself in the mirror and suddenly remembered the photo of him with his hair tied up.

A black nightgown, showing off her beautiful legs in stockings, and a blushing expression.

He shook his head, trying to banish the image from his mind.

At 5:30, Chen Nianbei arrived at the school gate. In the depths of winter, darkness falls early, and the streetlights were already on, their orange glow appearing especially warm in the cold night.

Less than five minutes later, I saw Naza get out of the taxi with a small suitcase.

When she saw Chen Nianbei, her eyes lit up, and she jogged over.

I hadn't seen her for two months, and she seemed to have lost some weight, but she was in good spirits.

She was wearing a beige down jacket, jeans, and ankle boots, with her hair tied in a high ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead.

She had a smile on her face, and her eyes were curved.

"Have you been waiting long?" she asked, her voice light and cheerful.

"Just arrived." Chen Nianbei took her suitcase. "Is it heavy?"

"It's not heavy, just a few pieces of clothing."

Naza stared at him, her eyes unblinking. "You seem... to have lost weight?"

"You lost weight from filming action scenes," Chen Nianbei said. "Let's go eat."

The two went to a Sichuan hot pot restaurant near the school.

There weren't many customers during the winter break, so they found a seat by the window.

The spicy broth was served quickly, bubbling and steaming.

Naza took off her down jacket, revealing a light gray sweater underneath.

She picked up the menu and skillfully ordered her food.

Chen Nianbei looked at her. Two months was neither a long nor a short time.

But when they met again, the sense of familiarity was still there.

Why are you looking at me like that?

After she finished preparing the dishes, she looked up at him; his face was slightly flushed from the steam.

"Let's see if you've lost weight," Chen Nianbei said.

"You've lost weight."

Naza touched his face and said, "Brother Jackie Chan is very strict. He can shoot a single scene more than ten times."

But he's a really nice person; he'll personally demonstrate how to act.

"Did you learn anything?"

"I learned a lot."

She talked on and on about her experiences filming in Hong Kong, while Chen Nianbei listened quietly, occasionally interjecting a word or two.

The two chatted and ate in a relaxed and natural atmosphere.

Halfway through the meal, Naza suddenly asked, "How's your audition preparation going?"

"good."

Chen Nianbei said, "The role of Ling Yue is not easy to play. If you are too serious, you will easily become expressionless."

"So how do you plan to act?"

"Finding a balance."

Chen Nianbei picked up a piece of tripe and said, "Ling Yue is the senior brother. He looks cold on the outside, but he is actually very sentimental on the inside."

Naza nodded thoughtfully: "Like... a fire beneath an iceberg?"

"Yes." Chen Nianbei smiled. "Your analogy is good."

Naza smiled, her eyes curving into crescents.

It was almost eight o'clock when we finished eating.

The two walked slowly back along the campus path. It was very dark, and the streetlights cast long shadows.

Naza's suitcase wheels made a rumbling sound on the stone pavement.

When they reached the grove of trees near the dormitory building, Naza suddenly stopped.

"Are you tired from walking? Want to sit down for a while?"

She said it softly.

Chen Nianbei glanced at her and nodded: "Okay."

The two sat down on a bench deep in the woods.

The moonlight was faint, filtering through the gaps in the branches.

Naza put her suitcase aside and then sat down next to Chen Nianbei.

"Chen Nianbei".

"Um?"

"I……"

Naza paused, as if gathering her courage, and said, "Today... I'm wearing harpsichords."

Chen Nianbei was stunned for a moment.

He turned to look at her.

Naza was wearing jeans with the cuffs tucked into her ankle boots, looking perfectly normal.

"Where?" Chen Nianbei asked curiously.

Naza didn't say anything, but simply took his hand and slowly slipped it into the leg of his jeans.

Chen Nianbei's fingers touched a piece of slippery fabric.

He was stunned.

Naza's face was flushed red in the moonlight, but her eyes were bright and sparkling, with a hint of cunning and nervousness.

Chen Nianbei realized what was happening and, using the moonlight, pulled up her trouser legs.

She was indeed wearing black stockings inside her jeans.

Underpants?

"You really wore it?"

Chen Nianbei laughed, her voice tinged with mockery, "You're still doing this?"

Naza glared at him: "Didn't you say... you wanted me to wear it for you to see?"

"I was just kidding."

Chen Nianbei's hand was still inside her trouser leg, his fingertips caressing the silky fabric.

"I didn't ask you to actually wear it."

"If you're a man who says one thing but means another, then why do you keep touching me?"

Naza asked softly, "Do you like it?"

Chen Nianbei stared at her for a long time.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her.

It wasn't the fleeting kiss we had in the grove last time; it was a deep, possessive kiss.

The thorny hand wrapped around his neck and slowly began to respond to him.

They kissed for a long time before separating.

Naza's lips were slightly swollen, her eyes were watery, and her chest was heaving.

Chen Nianbei's hand was still inside her trouser leg, and his fingertips could feel the warmth of her calf and the smoothness of her stockings.

"I like it," he said softly.

Naza laughed and buried her face in his shoulder.

The two hugged for a while without saying a word.

The woods were quiet, with only the sound of each other's breathing.

After a long while, Naza whispered, "I have to go to a company meeting tomorrow."

"Mm." Chen Nianbei nodded.

"Sister Li said there might be a new film to discuss."

"Good thing."

The two sat for a while longer before getting up and heading back to their dormitory.

When they arrived at the girls' dormitory, Naza turned around and looked at him: "Chen Nianbei."

"Um?"

"See you tomorrow."

"it is good."

Naza tiptoed and quickly kissed him on the lips, then turned and ran into the dormitory building.

Chen Nianbei stood there, watching her disappearing figure, and smiled.

Silk lining the pants.

They've really gone astray...

But... I quite like it.