Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, I became a legend in the entertainment industry by avo

Chapter 103 I Really Want to Improve

"And that's not the only thing."

A voice said softly.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was Liu Zijian, who had been silent in the corner.

Zhou Baocheng frowned, his tone revealing obvious impatience: "Liu Zijian, just say what you have to say. Don't beat around the bush. Can't you see everyone's annoyed?"

Liu Zijian subconsciously shrank his neck, lowering his voice even further: "I heard that yesterday at noon, when Zhang Qilin was getting his lunch, Teacher Wu Gang greeted him first—"

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After Liu Zijian finished speaking, the office fell silent.

Zhou Baocheng frowned: "Which Wu Gang?"

Liu Zijian lowered his voice: "Which Wu Gang could it be? The Wu Gang from Class 85."

Chen Mo's heart sank.

He didn't expect Feng Yuanzheng to be eliminated so quickly.

As a veteran of the Beijing People's Art Theatre, he knew all too well the strength of the Class of '85 and its importance to the leadership.

As a core member of Class 85, Wu Gang took the initiative to greet Zhang Qilin, and the message behind this was self-evident.

But he couldn't understand it.

Even with Zhang Qilin's exceptional talent, Feng Yuanzheng had only been teaching him for a little over two months.

In such a short time, how deep can the bond between teachers and students really be?

Given Feng Yuanzheng's shrewdness, even if he truly favored this student, he shouldn't have made his stance clear so early.

After all, although Feng Yuanzheng is strong, his teacher has been working at the Beijing People's Art Theatre for decades. Feng Yuanzheng wouldn't risk a falling out with his teacher for the sake of a student.

Zhou Baocheng, unaware of the seriousness of the situation, muttered blankly, "It's just saying hello, what's the big deal?

Chen Mo glanced at Zhou Baocheng and snorted coldly, "What do you know? Wu Gang is from Class 85. He's sending a signal to show his support for Zhang Qilin."

Li Yuwen frowned and said worriedly, "Feng Yuanzheng has a lot of influence at the Beijing People's Art Theatre. If he supports Zhang Qilin, our plan to isolate Zhang Qilin will fail."

Liu Zijian cautiously added from the side: "Also, He Bing called Zhang Qilin over and sat next to him for a long time yesterday, and the two of them chatted quite enthusiastically."

Upon hearing Liu Zijian's additional information, Chen Mo's expression grew even more unpleasant.

He Bing is a prominent figure at the Beijing People's Art Theatre, and now he is also getting close to Zhang Qilin.

This will make more people unwilling to cooperate with them in isolating Zhang Qilin.

Zhou Baocheng seemed to finally realize the thorny nature of the situation: "What are we going to do? Zhang Qilin has only been at the Beijing People's Art Theatre for a short time, how can so many people support him?"

Chen Mo's brain raced as he racked his brains for a solution.

He hadn't expected things to develop so quickly; in such a short time, it had already reached a point beyond their control.

The conflict between them and Zhang Qilin a few days ago has been brewing for two days, and the hospital should already know about it.

But so far, no one has spoken to him, and his teacher hasn't called to inquire.

Is the hospital ignoring this matter, or...?

Thinking of this, he looked around at his fellow disciples.

He felt a pang of regret for rashly agreeing to these people's demands to suppress Zhang Qilin the night before last.

He should have done more research before making a decision.

But things have already come to this point, and there's no use in regretting it now.

So he said, "At this point, there's no point in dwelling on it anymore. No matter what other people's attitudes are, we can only grit our teeth and persevere. This afternoon, we'll proceed as planned."

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Upon hearing this, everyone nodded silently.

"That's all for now." Chen Mo waved his hand. "Get ready, everyone. Remember, be natural and don't give anyone cause for gossip."

1:30 pm

Zhang Qilin entered the dressing room.

I heard many people greet him.

"Qi Lin is here. The photos taken yesterday were really good."

Zhang Qilin responded with a smile: "Thanks to everyone's cooperation, without the wonderful performances of all the teachers, there wouldn't be any good photos."

Chen Mo, Zhou Baocheng, and the others also saw Zhang Qilin walk in.

He noticed that many people had already taken the initiative to greet him, even though he knew he couldn't stop it.

But they were still furious.

Zhou Baocheng couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Hmph, he'll get what's coming to him later."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he saw a person walking in behind Zhang Qilin.

Meng Tingyun.

Chen Mo and the others felt a chill run down their spines.

Why are the media still following this today?

They disliked Zhang Qilin, but they weren't stupid.

With the media present, nothing can be done.

Once photographed, no one can get past the hurdle in the courtyard.

Zhou Baocheng and the others all looked at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo sighed and then shook his head at everyone.

If this reporter continues to follow Zhang Qilin, the only option left is to find a way to embarrass him during the performance.

"Let's go, we're waiting in the wings," Chen Mo patted Zhou Baocheng, his voice very low. "Don't rush, there will be plenty of opportunities."

The group gradually left the dressing room.

The rehearsal went smoothly that day, ending without any major incidents.

In the evening, Zhang Qilin returned home and quickly washed up.

Sitting at my desk, I silently prayed, "Reward."

A message appeared before my eyes.

[Rewards: Luck Value +5, Qingyi Reincarnation Fragment +1, Black and Red is Also Red Talisman +1]

He was notified of the reward that afternoon, but he was busy rehearsing and didn't have time to check it.

The fact that the reward has been credited to their account means that Chen Mo and the others will no longer have the opportunity to stir up trouble.

Of all the rewards, the only thing he was curious about was the talisman.

His mind raced.

A message appeared before my eyes.

Black and red are also red talismans.

Actively choosing a controversial topic will increase online discussion by 500%, but decrease public goodwill by 50%. If you can subsequently prove yourself with work, the conversion rate of haters can reach 30%. This method should only be used when you have existing work to back you up.

Zhang Qilin couldn't help but smile as he read the introduction.

While this talisman can generate a lot of discussion, it also leads to a significant drop in public favorability, so its use requires caution.

However, if it really comes to a critical moment, having a work to support it might be able to turn the situation around and turn crisis into opportunity.

It's best to wait until his public image and destiny are fully integrated before using it.

The "Passerby Favorability" attribute grants a 30% chance of gaining favor with strangers; using this talisman will reduce that by 50%.

With this neutralization, reducing it by only 20%, he can still bear it.

This talisman is a powerful tool for attracting attention; its core principle is: "I'm not afraid of being criticized, I'm afraid of being forgotten."

This is also the survival rule in the era of internet traffic.

5:20 the next day

Zhang Qilin arrived at the rehearsal room, greeted Feng Yuanzheng, and then, as usual, went to the window to practice his singing.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and Li Wei, with her hair tied in a ponytail, walked in carrying soy milk.

She first greeted Feng Yuanzheng warmly and then put her things in the corner.

They walked over to Zhang Qilin and sang together.

A moment later, more and more interns walked in.

After warming up his voice, Zhang Qilin went to a corner to do stretching exercises.

Li Wei looked in another direction, where a handsome boy was standing.

Seeing Li Wei's eyes, a look of joy appeared on his face.

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He walked over quickly.

The two walked together toward Zhang Qilin.

Everyone around stopped what they were doing and looked at the two of them nervously.

Yesterday morning, they saw a flood of news about plays online.

One of the photos is a group photo of Zhang Qilin, Li Wei, and the others. The caption details the names of Li Wei and the others, as well as their relationship with Zhang Qilin.

For these newcomers, making the news is the fastest way to increase their visibility.

The photos of Li Wei and Zhang Qilin standing together have already made them known to many people.

This made many people in the class envious.

Some quick-thinking individuals have already begun figuring out how to get closer to Zhang Qilin.

The two approached Zhang Qilin, and Li Wei said with a smile, "Brother Lin, thank you for giving us such a big show yesterday."

Zhang Qilin looked up and saw Li Wei and the boy behind her. He smiled and said, "What are you thanking me for? Didn't I say that we are classmates and should help each other? If I have the opportunity to show my face, I will definitely remember you."

"Of course I'll thank you. Opportunities are opportunities for everyone," Li Wei gestured to the boy beside her, "Brother Lin, may I introduce you to someone?"

Zhang Qilin looked at the slightly nervous boy: "We're all classmates, what's wrong with that?"

Upon hearing Zhang Qilin's words, the boy's face showed a hint of nervousness: "Brother Lin, my name is Zhao Hong, I—I really want to improve."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Hong regretted it; he had spoken the truth.

She glanced cautiously at Zhang Qilin, afraid of upsetting him.

Hearing Zhao Hong's words, Zhang Qilin laughed.

He doesn't resent this reality; in a place like the Beijing People's Art Theatre, only unity can lead to better development.

Compared to those who immediately try to get close to you and shower you with compliments, this nervousness seems genuine.

Zhang Qilin stood up with a smile and patted Zhao Hong on the shoulder: "Don't be shy, we're all classmates, let's learn from each other. As long as you're willing to work hard, you'll definitely have opportunities."

Zhao Hong was taken aback. Zhang Qilin usually didn't talk to anyone in class and gave people a very arrogant feeling.

He thought he would be hard to approach, but he didn't expect him to be so easygoing.

He glanced at Li Wei.

Li Wei smiled and said, "Yes, Brother Lin is a really good person. As long as you are ambitious, Brother Lin will definitely help you."

"I...I will definitely work hard and won't let Brother Lin down," Zhao Hong said, but his hands were unconsciously wiping sweat from his legs.

Zhang Qilin couldn't help but find Zhao Hong's nervous appearance somewhat amusing.

But he wore a sincere smile: "Zhao Hong, don't be so reserved. We're classmates at the Beijing People's Art Theatre; this is the closest relationship we have."

Zhao Hong nodded emphatically: "Brother Lin, I understand. If you need me to run errands or practice acting in the future, please call me anytime."

Zhang Qilin smiled and waved his hand: "Don't call me 'you,' it sounds too formal. We're classmates, and we'll be living and studying together in the future, so just treat me as a friend."

Li Wei chimed in at the opportune moment: "That's right, Brother Lin is very easy to talk to. Don't be so formal. If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask Brother Lin for help—"

Seeing that the three were having a good chat, the other interns also became interested and thought about finding an opportunity to get in touch with Zhang Qilin.

Feng Yuanzheng, who was in the distance, picked up his thermos and took a sip of tea. He watched Zhang Qilin talking with the students in his class and a gratified smile appeared on his face.

It seems Zhang Qilin took He Bing's words to heart, which is good.

At the Beijing People's Art Theatre, the key to going further is to unite those who can be united, rather than making enemies or showing off.

9:00 AM

Several girls were sitting at a table by the window on the second floor of the Starbucks near Qianmen.

Shen Ya looked at the group of people in front of her and said, "I've already made arrangements with the magazine. We'll try to get 10 copies sold for Zhang Qilin's photoshoot this time."

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