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

"I won't say more."

"Let's not rush to elect class officers; everyone is still getting to know each other."

On the podium, Cui Xinqin's eyes swept across the classroom like radar.

In that instant, Gu Heng instinctively shrank his neck, trying to use the 1.9-meter-tall Shandong man in front of him to block him.

Based on his experience from his two lifetimes, in times like these, whoever steps forward is a great scapegoat.

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down; the squad leader's back is broken from exhaustion. Let whoever gets this good fortune take it; he certainly doesn't want it.

However, Murphy's Law tells us that what you fear most is what will happen.

"Gu Heng".

Cui Xinqin's voice pierced through the Shandong man's defenses with precision.

"..." Gu Heng's lips twitched, and he stood up helplessly. "Here."

"For the next two weeks of military training, you will act as the squad leader. Your current task is to lead everyone to collect their training uniforms."

All forty-odd pairs of eyes in the class turned to look at them, their expressions filled with schadenfreude.

Gu Heng sighed.

This is what they call being too handsome being a kind of original sin.

……

The nightmare for the 05 freshmen at Beijing Film Academy began the day after they received their military training uniforms.

The sun was still blazing in early September, and the heatwave distorted the air on the playground.

Those handsome men and beautiful women who are usually glamorous were now dressed in baggy camouflage uniforms, standing like kebabs under the scorching sun.

"Head up! Chest out! Stomach in!"

"Hands pressed against the seams! I want to see whose hands are fidgeting!"

Roars rose and fell.

The Performing Arts Department contingent.

Although everyone was wearing the same clothes and hats, some people just stood there and shone.

Gu Heng stood in the line, his posture as upright as a pine tree.

Standing at 1.83 meters tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, the camouflage uniform he wore somehow gave him the look of a tough special forces soldier.

Sweat trickled down his chin, dripping onto the scorching cement floor and evaporating instantly.

Because he started practicing martial arts at the age of five, this level of standing at attention is not even a warm-up for him.

However, his outstanding presence caused great trouble for the adjacent formation.

Several girls from the next group kept peeking over, their eyes fixed on Gu Heng.

"What are you looking at! What are you looking at! Is that your department?"

The instructors over there turned green with rage.

He roared, "Since you like looking to the left, fine! Everyone turn to the left! Stare! Don't move until you've stared for at least half an hour!"

A chorus of wails echoed through the sky.

Gu Heng stared straight ahead, motionless, but in his mind he was furiously complaining: Is it my fault that I'm handsome?

Time passed second by second.

Just when everyone was about to give up, a commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance of the playground.

Gu Heng frowned slightly and glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

Under the blazing sun, a figure in a white dress was walking briskly towards them, holding a parasol and carrying a large plastic bag.

The sunlight shone on her, as if she had a built-in soft-focus filter, and even the dust flying around her turned into gold dust.

Liu Yifei.

Even at the Beijing Film Academy, a place teeming with beauties, Liu Yifei remained at the very top. Moreover, this was right after the hit drama "Chinese Paladin," where the phrase "Brother Xiaoyao" captivated half of China.

She walked to the shade of a tree in the rest area of ​​Gu Heng's class, smiled and took off her sunglasses, revealing a beautiful and refined face, and waved to two people in the formation.

Instructor Zhao glanced at the time, then looked at Liu Yifei, who was standing to the side with a smile, and coughed: "Everyone, rest for ten minutes!"

"Thank you, Instructor!"

The response was more unified and louder than ever before.

The crowd dispersed with a roar, but most people didn't rush to grab the shade of the trees. Instead, they fixed their gazes on Liu Yifei, their eyes filled with curiosity and excitement.

Yang Mi reacted quickly, ignoring her sore legs, and pulled Gu Heng, who hadn't yet realized what was happening, towards Liu Yifei.

"Sissi! What brings you here!"

Liu Yifei folded up her parasol, her forehead glistening with sweat, and handed over the plastic bag she was holding.

"Mimi, Gu Heng, I bought some water and popsicles for you to cool off."

Gu Heng didn't stand on ceremony. He took the bag, picked out an old-fashioned popsicle, put it in his mouth, and jokingly mumbled, "A rare guest, classmate Liu Qianqian."

"It's Xixi (xīxī)," Liu Yifei corrected earnestly, her beautiful phoenix eyes widening slightly. "Not Qianqian."

"Okay, Liu Qianqian. No problem, Liu Qianqian."

Liu Yifei was a little annoyed. She puffed out her cheeks, wanting to refute but not knowing where to begin.

Since her big argument with her mother, Liu Xiaoli, she seems much more relaxed, more vibrant, and more assertive.

Gu Heng felt quite gratified and glanced around.

"You're just here to attract hatred."

Sure enough, the way the boys in our class, the girls from the next class who were being punished by standing, and even the young instructors looked at us all changed.

If people used to envy Gu Heng, now it's blatant jealousy.

Military training is tough, and you're drinking iced cola?

Even popular actresses and the nation's first love personally delivered water.

And there's a beautiful childhood sweetheart by your side?

I can't live like this anymore!

"Am I that scary?" Liu Yifei blinked, looking somewhat innocent.

"You don't, but I do," Gu Heng sighed. "Do you believe that when we assemble later, the instructors will pay special attention to me?"

The three of them sat under the shade of a tree and chatted briefly, agreeing to go out for hot pot together after their evening exercises. Liu Yifei, being a big star, was worried that staying too long would attract attention and create a bad impression, so she waved goodbye and left after delivering the water.

Watching that slender figure disappear at the end of the playground, Yang Mi nudged Gu Heng with her shoulder, her tone tinged with jealousy.

"Wow, Class Monitor Gu, you've got some serious influence. Having a fairy-like beauty personally bring you water—that's a once-in-a-school treatment, isn't it?"

Gu Heng glanced at her and handed her the half-finished can of cola in his hand: "Shut your mouth."

Yang Mi took the drink without any hesitation, a smug smile playing on her lips, her little fox tail practically wagging in the air.

……

The break time is over.

The whistle blew again.

Just as Gu Heng had expected, after the assembly, Instructor Zhao's eyes scanned him like radar.

"What's your name, soldier?" Instructor Zhao asked loudly, his hands behind his back.

"Reporting, Instructor! Gu Heng, Class of 05, Department of Performing Arts!" Gu Heng answered loudly, looking straight ahead.

"Stand up straight." Instructor Zhao reached out and slapped him hard on the back.

Not moving.

Gu Heng was as if he were nailed to the ground, not even trembling.

Instructor Zhao raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He walked around to the front and suddenly reached out to squeeze Gu Heng's upper arm.

The moment he squeezed, Instructor Zhao's expression changed.

Even through the camouflage uniform, the muscles underneath were as firm as steel bars, and they still maintained excellent elasticity even when relaxed.

"Have you trained before?" Instructor Zhao asked in a low voice, his eyes now showing a hint of scrutiny from someone who was his own kind.

"Report! I just practiced it randomly when I was a kid, it's for health!" Gu Heng replied modestly.

"You think you can get this good through haphazard practice?" Instructor Zhao chuckled, revealing two rows of bright white teeth. "Come on, step forward!"

All the students' eyes immediately turned to him.

Yang Mi tilted her head slightly, looking at Gu Heng with a hint of schadenfreude in her eyes: Serves you right for pretending all the time, now you've been targeted, haven't you?

Left with no other choice, Gu Heng stepped out of the line.

"Everyone, take a ten-minute break!" Instructor Zhao shouted, then waved to Gu Heng, "Come on, let's give each other a hand. Don't be nervous, it's just a friendly spar, nothing more."

The playground erupted in chaos.

These acting students, always eager for excitement, were shouting with joy, their earlier fatigue completely gone.

"Brother Gu! Let's go! Don't embarrass our 306!" Wang Renjun shouted at the top of his lungs.

Gu Heng sighed.

"Instructor, isn't this a bad idea? What if you get hurt..." Gu Heng said earnestly.

"Will you hurt me?" Instructor Zhao chuckled. "You've got some nerve! Go ahead and try. If you hurt me, it's because I'm not skilled enough! Come on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Instructor Zhao had already gotten into position, adopting the starting stance for grappling.

Gu Heng knew there was no way to avoid it.

He took a deep breath, his body slumped slightly, and he looked like a fully drawn bow.

Instructor Zhao moved, executing a standard wrist grab and arm bend, aiming straight for Gu Heng's right hand. The movement was fast, powerful, and carried the characteristic fierceness of a soldier.

Just as Instructor Zhao's fingers were about to touch Gu Heng's wrist, Gu Heng's wrist, like an oiled eel, flipped over strangely and placed his hand on Instructor Zhao's forearm.

Leverage the momentum and deliver it smoothly.

Instructor Zhao felt a gentle force coming from him, and his center of gravity instantly became unstable. He lurched forward two steps before he regained his footing.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

Instructor Zhao's expression turned serious, and he abandoned his contempt: "Good lad, you've got some skills! Let's try again!"

This time, Instructor Zhao held back, launching an attack like a torrential downpour.

Gu Heng used the Bagua Step, his body weaving through the wind of the punches like a swimming dragon. He didn't attack, he only defended and deflected the force.

They went through about a dozen moves.

Gu Heng noticed out of the corner of his eye that more and more instructors were gathering around, and even people from the neighboring company had come over.

almost.

If they continue fighting, Instructor Zhao will lose face.

Isn't social etiquette all about leaving others with a sense of propriety?

Thinking of this, Gu Heng deliberately slowed his movements by half a beat when Instructor Zhao delivered a sweeping kick.

"Ouch!"

Gu Heng swayed, as if he had lost his balance, and sat down on the ground with a thud.

"Instructor is amazing! I lost!" Gu Heng patted the dirt off his buttocks, gave a thumbs up with admiration, "That sweeping leg kick was too fast, I couldn't react at all."

Instructor Zhao stopped and stood still, his expression somewhat complicated.

He knew perfectly well whether that kick had landed properly or not.

This kid is letting him win.

But in front of so many students, he couldn't expose them, so he could only cough and say, "Not bad, not bad, very good foundation, just your lower body isn't stable enough yet. Get back to the team!"

Gu Heng was about to turn around.

"Wait!"

A rough voice came from behind the crowd.

"Old Zhao, that's not fair of you. The students were being polite to you, and you're really taking it for granted?"