Rebirth: My Home Has Become a Gathering Place for Young Women with a "Crazy" Spirit

As Qin Lang looked at this group of energetic young women, he was also considering in his mind that the short drama did need actors, and quite a lot of them. Professional actors were too expensive to hire. Although these energetic young women seemed unreliable, they had at least one advantage: they were all young, energetic, and had good looks and figures.

Seeing that Li Wanqi had already started eating, Sun Xiaomeng and Wang Yuting were not to be outdone and immediately started eating the dishes on the table.

Sun Xiaomeng, nicknamed "Mengmeng," moved faster than anyone else. Her chopsticks danced across the plate, and in the blink of an eye, a small mountain had been piled up in the bowl in front of her.

Wang Yuting, nicknamed "Brother Yu," was very quiet while eating, but her bracelet kept jingling as she picked up food, like she had her own background music.

Linda Zhao Lin was quite generous, chatting with Qin Lang while eating: "Brother Lang, Xiao Xiao told us you're opening a studio to shoot short dramas. We may not be very educated or have many skills, but we're good-looking. Most importantly, we're cheap, we might even do it for free!"

"...It's free?" Qin Lang picked up a piece of boiled fish, but instead of putting it in his mouth, he turned to look at the girls with curiosity.

While gnawing on a spare rib, Sun Xiaomeng nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, yes! As long as you provide food and milk tea, we'll follow you."

"But I need a cup of milk tea every day!" Li Wanqi promptly stated her request. Perhaps feeling her request was too demanding and afraid of being rejected, she quickly added, "However, it doesn't need to be too expensive, Mixue is fine!"

"Cough..." Qin Lang almost choked on the boiled fish. He put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, looked at the group of girls in front of him, and weighed in his mind whether or not to accept these "extraordinary people".

"Okay." After a ten-second silence, Qin Lang nodded in agreement and continued, "Let's make this clear first, you said you wouldn't ask for payment, but I won't let you work for free. If the short drama makes money after it's released, I'll give you a share of the profits. The more it makes, the more you share; the less it makes, the less you share. But if it loses money, you won't get a single penny."

Surprisingly, Zheng Jiaqian was the first to speak up, slamming her hand on the table, "Deal!"

Li Wanqi raised his hand and asked timidly, "Brother Lang, what about the milk tea?"

"One cup a day, Mixue."

"Yay!" Li Wanqi was as happy as if he had won the lottery. "Let's do it! Brother Lang, I'll do it with you!"

The girls started chattering, discussing what kind of short drama each wanted to film. Zhao Lin said she wanted to film a period drama, thinking she would look beautiful in ancient costumes. Sun Xiaomeng said she wanted to film a sweet romance drama, as she liked watching domineering CEO stories. Wang Yuting said she wanted to film an action movie, preferably a romance. Li Wanqi said she wanted to film a fantasy drama, the kind where "three thousand senior brothers dote on me alone"...

Su Yue watched the group of girls chattering away, clicked her tongue, and looked down on them. Compared to their "three-good" group, these girls were indeed not on the same level in terms of temperament.

Ruan Zhihuan and Xu Han didn't seem to mind and continued eating, but after only a few bites, most of the dishes on the table were gone. These girls hadn't eaten for days; they were all like hungry wolves.

"Stop arguing." Qin Lang tapped the table. "As for what to act out, I'll give you the script later. We'll talk about it then."

He held his teacup, his gaze sweeping over the girls once more. "Tell me, what are your special skills?"

Although he asked the question, he didn't actually have any expectations.

Special skills?

No sooner had Qin Lang finished speaking than Sun Xiaomeng raised her hand, still with a rib in her mouth, and mumbled, "Me! Me! Brother Lang, my legs are super long!" She then propped one leg up on the chair, revealing a section of brightly colored sock. "Brother Lang, look, aren't they long?"

Qin Lang: "..."

"Brother Yu" Wang Yuting slapped Sun Xiaomeng on the back of the head: "That's because you have long legs, not a special talent! Brother Lang is asking about a skill!"

"Oh, oh, oh." Sun Xiaomeng scratched her head, then raised her hand again, "Then I can sing the social dance, I'm really good at it, I have over a thousand followers on my big screen!"

"Over a thousand?" Li Wanqi's eyes widened. "I only have eight hundred, Mengmeng, when did yours increase?"

"Just last week, I posted a video of myself dancing in the rain to the song 'Itch,' and it went viral, getting over four thousand views!"

Qin Lang's lips twitched. Four thousand views and he calls it a hit? What kind of misunderstanding does this kid have about the word "hit"?

However, Sun Xiaomeng said dejectedly, "It's a pity that the video was taken down in less than two hours. If it hadn't been taken down, I might be a big internet celebrity with tens of thousands of followers by now!"

"You're showing way too much skin, of course the platform will take it down!" Wang Yuting retorted to Sun Xiaomeng, then put down her chopsticks, the bracelet on her wrist jingling, and looked at Qin Lang with a serious expression, "Brother Lang, I'm different from them, I really have a special talent."

Qin Lang perked up: "Tell me about it."

"I can wash my hair upside down."

After Wang Yuting finished speaking, the air at the dinner table was silent for two seconds.

Qin Lang: "...Say that again?"

"Washing your hair while standing upside down," Wang Yuting explained to Qin Lang with a proud expression. "You stand upside down against the wall, then use a showerhead to rinse your hair, apply shampoo, and then rinse it clean—all in one go. I've been practicing for two years; most people can't do it because they don't have enough core strength."

Qin Lang was overwhelmed by the vivid images in his mind, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. How did this girl's brain work? Who would practice washing their hair upside down for no reason? Is that considered a special skill? I guess...

Sun Xiaomeng: "Brother Lang, I can also lick my nose with my tongue."

Li Wanqi: "Brother Lang, I can eat potato chips with my feet on top of my head."

"Um... everything's fine." Qin Lang managed to squeeze out a few words, then turned to the next person, "Linda, how about you?"

Zhao Lin was the most normal-looking of the girls. She was wearing a white dress and her outfit had a certain energy to it, but at least she didn't have brightly colored hair. She also only had one ear piercing, unlike Li Wanqi who had a row of earrings on her earlobe and looked like a signal receiver.

"I...I can play games!" Zhao Lin thought for a moment and said softly, "King of Glory, Diamond rank."

Qin Lang glanced at her. This girl hadn't said much since earlier, quietly eating her food. Her clothes were simpler than the others, except for a tattoo on one arm that stretched from her wrist into her sleeve, though it was impossible to tell what it was. Among the group, she was the most striking in appearance, possessing a cool and aloof air, and when she wasn't speaking, she even gave off a somewhat unapproachable vibe.

"What kind of talent is playing video games?" Sun Xiaomeng retorted with a smug look. "I can play too, and I'm even a Silver player."

"Don't even mention silver." Wang Yuting, sitting next to Sun Xiaomeng, nudged her and retorted expressionlessly.

Sun Xiaomeng pouted, and although she didn't say anything more, her expression clearly showed her dissatisfaction.