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Fan Xiaopang was stunned, feeling wronged and indignant, and almost burst into tears.

Just then, a deliveryman on a tricycle with the "SF Express" logo printed on it rushed onto the set. The crew quickly stepped forward to stop him.

"Hey! What are you doing? You idiot, don't you know we're filming a movie here?!"

The SF Express deliveryman drifted and parked his tricycle sideways in front of the site manager, scaring the manager so much that he almost peed himself.

He jumped out of the car, cursing, "You bunch of bastards! You've made a mess of the whole street just by filming! There's not a single person at the door, don't you know you get deliveries every day?!"

He cursed as he opened the carriage door. Only then did the staff realize the SF Express deliveryman was bald and had a rather thuggish look. Thinking he was about to pull out a weapon, they quickly stepped forward.

"Brother, let's talk this out, let's not use knives... Yes, yes, I'm just a nobody."

"A knife? What knife?" The SF Express delivery guy scratched his bald head, turned around and glared at him. "We've been back for so long, do you still think I'm some kind of gangster? You bastard! Come help me move this package!"

"Hey...hey! Okay, bro!"

The two men unloaded several packages. The SF Express deliveryman took an envelope from the driver's seat and shouted, "Fan Xiaopang! Is Fan Xiaopang here? There's a letter for you!"

The atmosphere in the dressing room was instantly shattered. Hearing someone call his name, Fan Xiaopang rushed out.

"I am Fan Xiaopang. Who sent this letter?"

The SF Express deliveryman was stunned by her looks: "Hello, beautiful lady, this was sent from mainland China. The sender's surname seems to be Han."

Fan Xiaopang thanked him, walked to the side, opened the letter, and read: "Sister Xiaopang, open this letter with a smile:"

A day has passed since our phone call ended. SF Express, always on duty. (This line is crossed out.)

In April, spring breezes blow and willows sway gently. Though we have never met, I think of you often. My brother has a new work published, and I, your foolish sister, will read it first.

The older sister's beauty is like that of Daji reincarnated. The younger brother has already entered Cannes, just waiting to win gold next month and return home to film.

The teachers and students of Beijing Film Academy are terrified at the mere mention of my name. Tian Zhuangzhuang is my teacher, and he is now serving as the producer for my new film, which is in excellent preparation.

The leading lady role is undoubtedly best suited for my sister. Having seen countless actresses in the country, I believe only my sister is capable of this role, and I will provide her with a vast stage to showcase her talent.

I firmly believe that this role will help my sister build on past achievements and create a brilliant future.

On September 8th this year, the brother and sister will travel the world together in Venice and win the Best Actress award.

At that time, millions of male fans will be in an uproar, abandoning their families and careers. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Although there are no handsome stars sharing a bed in the film, there are handsome younger brothers to keep you company. Sleeping soundly under the same blanket in autumn, walking hand in hand under the sun, whispering sweet nothings – isn't that delightful?

Green are your robes, deep is my longing; but for your sake, I have hesitated until now.

Just as the auspicious snow fell in early spring, please forgive my brother for using both threats and inducements, all because of my deep love and eager anticipation.

The trees north of the Wei River in spring, the clouds east of the Yangtze River at sunset—words cannot express it all; let us meet in person to discuss it in detail.

I'll stop here. Best wishes for your well-being and peace in your home.

Fan Xiaopang spent some time extracting three key messages from this letter, which was a mix of classical and vernacular Chinese, and a blend of seriousness and humor:

Han Yi, who called her yesterday, is Tian Zhuangzhuang's teacher. He has already been nominated for Cannes, and his new film is missing a female lead—a female-centric film, aiming for Venice.

My emotions surged instantly.

"I told you domestic directors aren't all blind!" Fan Xiaopang waved his arm in the air, turned around and shouted at the production assistant, "Go tell that guy surnamed Ma that I'm not filming anymore! Contact my agent if you need anything."

She looked at the SF Express deliveryman again, winked, and said in a coquettish tone, "Handsome, could you please take me to the airport? I need to go back to Beijing."

Even the young man, who had seen many big scenes, felt his heart flutter and quickly agreed:

"This place is tiny, I'll get you there in about ten minutes! Get in, beautiful lady!"

As he was leaving, sitting on his tricycle, he pointed at the stagehand and yelled, "You bastard, I'm back to deliver packages tomorrow, you just wait here!"

......

At the same time, Han Yi was also setting up his "PUA Fan Xiaopang" plan at the Beijing Film Academy.

Early in the morning, Han Yi arrived at the Literature Department and borrowed a classroom with a projector from Professor Dai, where he called over his entire class.

The four students in the classroom were whispering amongst themselves. Du Zhe overheard Xiao Zhao and Dao Rong talking privately and asked, "Xiao Zhao, what did you just say?"

Zhao Bin turned around and saw the classroom door move slightly. He immediately straightened his back and said loudly and righteously, "I say—Brother Yi's opinion is brilliant!"

Just then, Han Yi led Chen Chen in and chuckled upon hearing this. He walked up to the podium, turned on the projector, and a photo of Fan Xiaopang appeared on the screen.

Chen Chen opened her notebook and rolled her eyes at him.

Han Yi, with a commanding air, said: "Chen Chen, remember this. I'm making the following adjustments to the plan:"

Xiao Zhao, Da Gao, you two stand guard at the entrance of the Beijing Film Academy. Once you see Fan Xiaopang, walk past her and casually chat about things like "Han Yi made it to Cannes"; Dao Rong, Du Zhe—"

Before the words were even finished, the two people called upon instantly stood up: "Here!"

Xiao Zhao and Da Gao also stood up straight: "Here!"

Han Yi smiled and continued to make arrangements: "You two, one of you should guard the viewing pond on campus—that's the only way to get to the Literature Department. When you see the target, just say, 'Professor Tian Zhuangzhuang has accepted Han Yi as his apprentice.'"

Another person, waiting outside the Literature Department, mentioned to Fan Xiaopang, "Han Yi's script is finished; the entire department is amazed, and they think the lead actress is sure to win Best Actress."

After speaking, he paused, looked at everyone, and said in a deep voice, "Fan Xiaopang is the female lead of our new film. We'll win her over today."

"Once I get back from Cannes, we'll start filming right away. This is a feature film, so you all can shoulder a bit more responsibility then."

"receive!"

"Yi-ge is awesome!"

"Yi-ge crushes the directing department!"

"Me too!"

Du Zhe, Zhao Bin, Dao Rong, and Gao Qiang were all incredibly excited upon hearing the news. What student at this age would have the opportunity to direct a feature film? And a proper film at that.

The group hurriedly prepared to leave to run errands. Han Yi raised his Bird mobile phone and added, "If there are any problems, contact me via text message."

In the blink of an eye, only Han Yi and Chen Chen remained in the classroom.

Han Yi sat down at the computer on the podium and started working on his PowerPoint presentation. Chen Chen, unable to contain himself any longer, walked up to him and asked, "Han Yi, why did you insist on casting Fan Xiaopang as the female lead?"

The keyboard clicks stopped abruptly. Han Yi looked at the bewildered Chen Chen and laughed, "Then tell me, if I don't look for her, who should I look for?"

"Isn't Ake good enough?" Chen Chen retorted.

"She's not suitable. Do you think I haven't considered it?" Han Yi replied, thinking to himself: Even a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow.

"It's not like our acting department is short-staffed, there's always the department next door..." Chen Chen pouted, looking a little unhappy.

"Besides, do you even have enough money to hire Fan Xiaopang?!"

Han Yi gave her a thumbs up: "As expected of my handpicked ace producer, you've been very thoughtful about the money. Now, just watch my performance."

"Hmph! He always says I'm the producer, but he doesn't give me any real power." Chen Chen turned his head away, looking disdainful.

"I'm giving you your first instruction now, Producer Chen."

As Han Yi spoke, he pulled her closer, staring into her eyes, his expression suddenly softening.

This was the first time Chen Chen had seen him like this, and she was momentarily lost in thought, her body unconsciously leaning forward slightly, the grapefruit almost touching Han Yi's chest.