Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: My Childhood Sweetheart is Boss Yang

Vision Capital, General Manager's Office.

Yang Mi slumped unceremoniously in the boss's chair, her long legs draped over the armrests, a cup of milk tea in her hand, a straw in her mouth, idly turning around.

"Hey Boss Gu, I just finished the exam the day before yesterday, and you're bringing me to work today? Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare to work like this, with no rest for the people."

Gu Heng sat on the sofa opposite, flipping through several reports that Chen Kai had submitted.

"Yang, let me correct you. You insisted on coming along. Besides, this is my company, and you're a family member. Theoretically, what you're doing is taking advantage of the air conditioning."

"Pah, who's family!" Yang Mi blushed and spun the boss's chair around rapidly. "I'm here to keep an eye on you, so you don't get bewitched by those little vixens who want to take shortcuts."

Gu Heng closed the folder and looked at the little girl in front of him who still needed someone to play with her, and couldn't help but find it a little funny.

Who would have thought that the girl in front of us, who could come up with eight hundred excuses to be lazy, would become the workaholic boss Yang, who turned herself into a team, more than ten years later?

It seems that because of me, you'll never have the chance to evolve into that invincible superwoman.

However, being a happy little good-for-nothing doesn't seem so bad.

"Buzz~~"

The phone on the table vibrated, interrupting Gu Heng's thoughts.

The caller ID shows it's Liu Yifei.

Gu Heng raised an eyebrow, pressed the answer button, and casually turned on speakerphone.

"Hey, Sisi."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone before Liu Yifei's slightly tired voice came through.

"Gu Heng, I refuse."

Yang Mi's ears perked up instantly. She stopped turning her chair and quickly moved closer to eavesdrop.

Although Gu Heng had a guess in his mind, he still asked, "What did you refuse?"

"Sony." Liu Yifei took a deep breath, as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. "Last night after I got home, I had a fight with my mother... This is the first time I've ever raised my voice at her like this."

At this point, her voice lowered, carrying a hint of apology and lingering fear, but it quickly rose again.

"But I think you're right. I want to act, I want to establish myself first. Although my mother was very angry, saying I didn't know what was good for me, and even locked herself in her room and ignored me, I... I don't regret it."

Gu Heng paused slightly in the hand holding his phone.

I rub!

Is there really a chance of something going wrong?

So all you can do is have an argument!

The obedient girl who always obeyed her mother in her past life actually had her destiny take flight because of her words during a hotpot meal?

Press the Enter key.

The screen flickered, and a line of data appeared.

Chinese: 124

Mathematics: 145

English: 138

Overall: 258

Total score: 665

The room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Yang Mi stared wide-eyed at the numbers on the screen, as if she wanted to make a flower bloom from them.

In those days, the cutoff score for liberal arts students in Beijing was usually between 480 and 500.

665 points.

This is not just passing the line, this is an incredibly high score that gets you into Tsinghua or Peking University!

"Son...son..." Liu Jing's voice trembled, "You...you're trying to reach for the heavens?"

Gu Heng rubbed his temples, a little regretful: "I skipped a step in the last math problem and lost 5 points. What a pity."

"..."

Everyone in the room fell silent.

Is this even human language?

"Quick! Check Mimi's!"

Yang Chunling realized what was happening and quickly pushed Yang Mi down in front of the computer.

Yang Mi entered her exam admission ticket number with trembling hands.

Press Enter.

Data refresh.

Chinese: 128

Mathematics: 112

English: 135

Humanities: 235

Total score: 610

"ah--!!!"

Yang Mi let out a scream, jumped up, grabbed Gu Heng, and clung to him.

"Six hundred and one! I got six hundred and one! Gu Heng, did you see that?! I've reached six hundred!"

Yang Chunling slapped her thigh, tears streaming down her face: "Our ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke! Old Yang! Quick! Get the firecrackers ready!"

For an art student, this score is like a nuclear blow.

It's worth noting that the minimum score for academic subjects in the Performing Arts Department at the Taipei Film Academy is usually only two or three hundred points.

With Yang Mi's score, she could easily get into Renmin University or Beijing Normal University, let alone Beijing Film Academy.

The next day, the news headlines in the Beijing examination area exploded.

In previous years, everyone focused on which region's top scorer was from, but this year the focus has shifted.

Shocking! The top two scorers in the Beijing Film Academy entrance exams are actually hidden academic geniuses?

Scores of 665 and 610! The strongest star test-taker in history is born!

Two prodigies emerged from the Beijing Film Academy this year!

The media went crazy, and the phone lines at the Beijing Film Academy's admissions office were ringing off the hook.

The admissions director looked at the two transcripts and grinned so hard his back teeth were showing.

This isn't just recruiting two students; it's clearly recruiting two golden brands!

At the same time, Gu Heng received a call from teacher Cui Xinqin.

"You little rascal, you've been hiding your talent well," Teacher Cui said with amusement. "Getting such a high score, are you looking down on our Beijing Film Academy because it's too small?"

"How could that be, Aunt Cui?" Gu Heng leaned against the window, watching the Yang family celebrating with firecrackers downstairs, and a smile appeared on his lips. "If you get a high score, the auntie at the cafeteria won't dare to shake her hand when she gets food from there."

"You chatterbox! Remember to bring Mimi to school early for registration. I have a feeling your year is going to be lively."