A writer has arrived in the Chinese entertainment industry.

Chapter 125 Chen Yao

"What should I do? What should I do?" After the initial excitement, Bai Mengyan felt a surge of panic.

"What?! What do we do?!"

"I can't act! Won't I embarrass myself?"

"What are you worried about!" The voice on the phone sounded visibly disappointed. "You perform so well in front of the camera, you can definitely do it."

"How can it be the same?" Bai Mengyan gripped her phone, her eyes fixed on the text message. "It feels like a dream... Hey, do you think it could be a scam?"

"Do you have a phone? Why don't you call and ask?"

"Oh right." Her fingertip had just hovered over the dial button when she abruptly pulled it back. "It's so late, let's call tomorrow."

"Yes, yes, everyone should be off work by now." The voice on the phone suddenly became soft and sweet. "Oh my, Bai Mengyan, you're going to be a big star!"

"What? Even if it's true, it's just an audition. They might not even like me."

The two best friends chatted for a while about the vague and uncertain future through the phone. Towards the end, Bai Mengyan's voice grew softer and softer, her eyelids began to droop, and she slowly fell asleep on the sofa.

Meanwhile, a thousand kilometers away in Hangzhou, at the Beijing Film Academy, Chen Yao, a sophomore, also experienced a thrilling day.

First, she received a call in the morning from someone claiming to be a staff member of Shanghai Tangren Film and Television. At the time, she was rehearsing a multi-person skit in a performance class.

The ringing of her phone startled her. She quickly apologized to her teacher and classmates, then scurried out of the classroom, crouching low.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Chen Yao?" A middle-aged woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"it's me."

"This is Tangren Media in Shanghai. You recently auditioned for 'Whirlwind Eleven,' right?"

Chen Yao's heart skipped a beat. A couple of days ago, she saw a film crew casting at her school, so she went to audition. She never expected to receive a call today.

"Yes...yes."

"So, are you interested in joining us at Tangren?"

Chen Yao was taken aback. "You mean joining?"

"Become one of our signed artists!"

"You want to sign me?" She didn't seem surprised; instead, she frowned. "Are you really Tangren Media?"

The person on the other end seemed puzzled by her reaction and laughed, saying, "Of course. If you don't believe me, you can come directly to the company headquarters on Longhua Middle Road in Shanghai."

"Oh—" Chen Yao realized this wasn't a scam call; a real company wanted to sign her. She replied blankly,

When would be a good time for me to come?

"Whatever, there are always people at the company during the day."

"Then...can I come tomorrow?"

"sure."

"Okay, I'll come over tomorrow morning."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yao took a deep breath and walked briskly back to the classroom to continue rehearsing the skit with her classmates.

During the break between classes, a girl suddenly approached and asked, "Chen Yao, did you get a call from the film crew?"

Chen Yao turned her head to look over. She had some impression of this girl. Her name seemed to be Meng Ziyi, and she was in Class 2 of Performing Arts.

There are three classes in the performance creation cohort at the Beijing Film Academy. We often take large classes together, so we can be considered classmates.

"Oh, it was a call from a company saying they wanted to sign me," Chen Yao replied truthfully.

Meng Ziyi showed a hint of envy, her tone somewhat wistful, "Wow, that's great. Which company is it? Is it based in Yanjing?"

"No, it's Tangren from Shanghai." Chen Yao picked up her water glass and took a sip. "I went to audition for 'Whirlwind Eleven' a couple of days ago, and they called me today."

"I went to that audition too." Meng Ziyi lowered his voice seriously, then his expression darkened and his shoulders slumped. "I just didn't receive a call."

Chen Yao's hand holding the water glass froze for half a second. She had been selected, but her classmate had been rejected. This was so embarrassing. She looked out the window for help, her mind racing to find the right words.

"...Which role did you audition for? It's not the female lead, is it?"

"Of course not, I'm not stupid." Meng Ziyi pouted. "I'd say she's the third female lead."

"Maybe Tangren Media wants to use their own actors? It's definitely not because you performed badly."

"Who is it? Oh..." Meng Ziyi seemed to suddenly remember something, her eyes lit up, and she lowered her voice to lean closer, "You mean that, that Nazha?"

"Maybe...maybe." Chen Yao was completely overwhelmed by this enthusiastic classmate.

Before Meng Ziyi could continue speaking, two crisp claps rang out from the front.

"Alright, break time is over." The teacher clapped her hands, her gaze sweeping over the students gathered together. "All groups, return to your seats, let's continue."

Chen Yao felt as if she had been granted a pardon, and quickly dropped the bombshell, "Class is starting."

Before Meng Ziyi could react, she stood up and quickly walked to her team member's side.

As the morning classes ended, people gradually left the classroom. Chen Yao had just slung her bag over her shoulder when someone lightly tapped her on the shoulder from behind.

"Chen Yao, let's go eat together."

Meng Ziyi walked naturally side by side with Chen Yao, a bright smile on her face.

"OK."

The two waited in line at the cafeteria window for a while, then found an empty seat with their trays.

Meng Ziyi had just put down her chopsticks when her gaze fell on Chen Yao's plate, and her eye twitched. "Wow, you eat so spicy food!"

Chen Yao's plate was piled high with Mapo Tofu and braised fish. Before she even picked up her chopsticks, she took out a small jar from her bag and skillfully sprinkled out a layer of chili powder.

The entire plate turned bright red, and I felt like my eyes and nose were burning from the spiciness.

Chen Yao's eyes crinkled as she smiled and said, "Yes, I can't live without spicy food."

Her voice was soft and gentle, with the characteristic gentleness of a southern girl, yet the dish she was holding was a shockingly red.

"Tsk tsk, do people over there have different stomachs than us?"

Chen Yao didn't reply, but just smiled.

"Hey, do you guys know how to do that?" Meng Ziyi suddenly stopped eating, leaned forward, and asked in a very low voice with an extremely serious expression, "Eating such spicy food, does your butt hurt when you go to the toilet?"

"What did you say?" Chen Yao glanced around instinctively, her tone full of reproach. "Good heavens, we're eating!"

"Let me ask," Meng Ziyi chuckled.

Just then, Chen Yao's phone suddenly beeped. She took it out and froze.

"What's wrong?" Meng Ziyi craned his neck and asked curiously.

Chen Yao didn't say anything, but simply flipped her phone screen over and pushed it between the two of them.

"this..

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Meng Ziyi leaned closer and saw that the screen displayed: "[Fusu Films] Hello, we sincerely invite you to participate in our project audition. We look forward to your performance, please do not be late."

"Fuxing Films?" Meng Ziyi put down her chopsticks, looking at the words. "Is this also a company from Shanghai? What a coincidence, all contacting you on the same day?"

Chen Yao stared at the message, her heart pounding. She only remembered submitting her resume to Fuxing Films, and she never expected to receive a movie audition invitation so soon.

"Hey—Yaoyao, how about I go with you?"

"Huh? What?" Chen Yao replied blankly.

Mencius pointed to the message and chuckled, "Isn't this the 15th? How about I go with you?"

"Oh, oh, okay." Chen Yao was still a little confused, so she nodded subconsciously.

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