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

What was supposed to be a ten-minute stroll turned into a half-hour walk for the two of them.

It wasn't until the two passed the same trash can for the third time, and the stray cat rummaging through the trash gave them a look of utter contempt, as if they were crazy, that they stopped.

Yang Mi finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Gu Heng sighed. "Alright, let's go back."

We arrived at the girls' dormitory building.

Gu Heng stopped in his tracks, his hands in his pockets, looking nonchalant.

"Alright, let's go up."

"If we don't go up soon, the dorm supervisor will chase us away with a broom."

Yang Mi pouted, "Then I'll go up?"

"superior."

"Did they really make it up there?"

"Hurry up."

"Gu Heng, you have no heart!!"

Yang Mi was furious. She glared at him fiercely and turned to leave.

After taking two steps, the girl suddenly stopped again.

She turned around, made an extremely childish face at Gu Heng, and stuck out her tongue.

"Hehehe!"

Then he dashed into the stairwell.

Gu Heng only looked away, a smile on his lips, after the slender figure disappeared around the corner.

"That idiot."

……

When I returned to room 306, the atmosphere had evolved from the previous restraint to a chaotic mess.

How can I describe that feeling?

It was like entering the Spider Cave, except instead of spider demons, it was inhabited by several apes that had not yet fully evolved.

Jing Chao was holding a broken guitar, standing on the balcony, gazing affectionately at the moon.

That voice... how to put it? It was full of emotion, all technique, but utterly lacking in melody. Even the stray cats downstairs would want to buy standing-room-only tickets and flee Beijing overnight if they heard it.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Wang Renjun, shirtless and revealing his still-developing, muscular physique, was arm wrestling with the seemingly refined Zhang Xuan.

Their faces turned bright red, like two boiled pig heads.

"Godfather is back!"

Upon seeing Gu Heng enter the room, Wang Renjun loosened his grip and immediately admitted defeat.

He approached with a beaming smile, his expression more affectionate than if he were seeing his own father: "Brother Gu! How's it going? How's the battle? Did you take it?"

Gu Heng hung his backpack on the chair, kicked off his shoes, and without even glancing at them, walked straight to the sink: "What's the situation? Wash up and go to sleep."

"Those who don't want to be used as a scapegoat in tomorrow morning's first class meeting should go to bed early."

The room fell silent at the mention of Cui Ma's name.

Everyone here got in through exams; who doesn't know Cui Xinqin's name?

That's the kind of presence that would make even big names like Chen Kun and Zhao Wei tremble with fear.

Jing Chao silently put down his guitar, Wang Renjun stopped arm wrestling, and Zhang Xuan quietly went to bed.

The world is finally quiet.

……

The next morning, room 306 was unsurprisingly in chaos.

It's 7:30 in the morning.

"Holy crap! Where are my socks? Has anyone seen them?"

"Don't fight over the toilet! I can't hold it anymore!"

"Brother Gu! Brother Gu, why didn't you wake us up?"

Gu Heng was already dressed and looked at his three roommates, who had messy hair and were running around the room. He calmly said, "I called you guys at 6:30. Wang Renjun said he wanted to sleep for another five minutes, and Jing Chao said he dreamed of practicing swordsmanship with Little Dragon Girl and didn't want to be disturbed."

"..."

Jing Chao's hand trembled as he brushed his teeth, his mouth full of foam: "My apologies, my apologies, I've offended the fairy."

At five minutes to eight, the four of them rushed into the large classroom of the performing arts department.

The classroom was already almost full.

Yang Mi had obviously arrived long ago, occupying the two best seats in the middle of the third row.

When she saw Gu Heng enter, her peach blossom eyes lit up instantly, and she waved.

Gu Heng walked over and sat down.

"Up so early?" Gu Heng yawned. He had listened to Jing Chao snoring all night and felt a headache coming on.

"That's right, it's the first day of class meeting, we need to make a good impression on the teacher."

Yang Mi wore a simple white T-shirt and had her hair tied in a ponytail today, looking as refreshing as a high school student, but her darting eyes betrayed her restless nature.

Gu Heng didn't respond. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, half-closing his eyes, and his gaze swept across the entire classroom without making a sound.

This is the 05 undergraduate class of Performing Arts.

According to my memories from my previous life, although this class was not as dazzling as the star class of '96, it still produced quite a few talented people.

Besides Yang Mi beside her, there was Yuan Shanshan sitting in the front row touching up her makeup in front of the mirror, Zhang Xiaofei reading a book in the corner, and Ji Xiaobing chatting enthusiastically with Wang Renjun.

Some of these people will become ratings queens, some will become leading ladies with billions in box office revenue, and some will become familiar faces in serious dramas.

But many more people...

Gu Heng's gaze fell on those slightly unfamiliar faces.

At this very moment, they are all sitting in the same classroom, breathing the same air, and dreaming the same dreams.

They all thought they were the chosen ones, the future movie stars.

But Gu Heng knew that ten years later, eighty percent of the people in this class would disappear from the public eye.

Is it cruel?

cruel.

But that's the entertainment industry.

"What are you looking at? Your gaze is so intense." Yang Mi leaned closer and nudged him with her elbow. "Are you looking at that beautiful woman in the red dress? Let me tell you, that's..."

"I wasn't looking at anything. I was just thinking about how many of these people in the room wouldn't change careers in the future."

Yang Mi was taken aback for a moment, then rolled her eyes dramatically: "Can't you be looking for something good first thing in the morning? This is so unlucky."

Just now.

The sound of high heels clicking on the ground came from the doorway.

Da, da, da.

Cui Xinqin walked in with a folder in her hand and a smile on her face.

Cui Xinqin tossed the folder onto the podium without saying a word, her eyes slowly scanning each student below the stage.

Those whose gaze swept over her unconsciously straightened their backs and dared not utter a sound.

Her gaze paused slightly when it landed on Gu Heng and Yang Mi, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

"Are you all going to shut up?"

"Weren't we having a lively conversation just now? Let's continue."

The audience was completely silent.

"Since we're not going to chat anymore, I'll say a few words."

"I know that you are all one in a thousand, or even one in ten thousand, to be able to sit here."

"Back in your hometown, in high school, you were probably all the school beauties and hunks, the geniuses who were pampered and cherished. I also know that some of you had already acted in movies before you even entered school, and some of you were already quite famous."

As she said this, her gaze seemed to drift unconsciously toward the third row.

All eyes in the class immediately turned to Gu Heng and Yang Mi.

Yang Mi subconsciously straightened her back, a sweet smile on her face.

Gu Heng, on the other hand, leaned back in his chair with an air of nonchalance.

Cui Xinqin's eyebrows twitched.

Hey kid, trying to act all calm with me?

"but,"

Cui Xinqin abruptly changed the subject, her voice turning icy. "I don't care who you were before, or how many fans you have outside. Once you've entered this door, you only have one identity: students."

"Acting is a craft. As with any craft, you have to persevere and practice."

"Don't think that being pretty is enough to make a living. In this industry, being pretty is the cheapest ticket to entry. Every year, truckloads of beautiful girls and handsome boys graduate from Beijing Film Academy, Central Academy of Drama, and Shanghai Theatre Academy, but how many actually make it in the end?"

Many of the freshmen who had looked confident just moments before now had pale faces.

Gu Heng silently gave Cui Ma a thumbs up in his heart.

It has to be you, Aunt Cui.