Huayu: That year, I withdrew from the Super Boy competition.

Su Wei didn't respond to Yang Mi's sudden teasing.

He continued walking forward with his head down, his pace not slowing down at all.

"Let's hurry up, we're already late, it's not good to keep everyone waiting."

Upon hearing this, Yang Mi glanced at him, put her hat back on, and quickened her pace to catch up with Su Wei's rhythm.

More than ten minutes later, the two arrived at the door of the private room.

Just as Su Wei was about to reach out to push the door open, it was pushed open from the inside.

It turned out that Hu Ge came out of the door and happened to come face to face with them.

He was holding the doorknob with one hand and his phone in the other.

It looks like she's about to go outside to answer a phone call or go to the restroom.

Before Su Wei could even say hello, she felt her right arm being grabbed.

The action was sudden.

Before he could react, Yang Mi had already tightly grabbed his arm with both hands and pressed her body against him.

He looked down at his locked arm, then at Yang Mi.

Yang Mi, on the other hand, kept her eyes fixed straight ahead, her expression natural.

He tried to pull his arm away, but couldn't.

He pulled again, but Yang Mi hugged him even tighter, her fingers gripping his forearm tightly, the force of their struggle palpable even through his coat.

He glanced at her, signaling her to stop making a scene.

Yang Mi received his gaze, and then responded with a barely perceptible lift of her chin—

No way.

He could only awkwardly greet Hugo.

The moment Hu Ge saw Yang Mi clinging to Su Wei's arm, the light in his eyes, which had been bright, dimmed.

It was brief, and he quickly returned to normal.

"You're here! Come on in, everyone's waiting for you."

Hu Ge stepped aside, pointed to the inside of the private room, and then to the end of the corridor.

"I'm going to the restroom."

Hu Ge has actually been adjusting himself these past two days.

After being shut down by Yang Mi's three sentences in the passage that day, he thought about it for a long time and realized that some things cannot be accomplished just by wanting them to.

So afterwards on set, he no longer deliberately tried to get close to Yang Mi, nor did he get nervous whenever he saw Yang Mi and Su Wei together.

Although the relationship between the group hasn't returned to its previous relaxed state, it's at least not so awkward anymore.

Su Wei nodded and gestured for him to do as he pleased.

Yang Mi's gaze never strayed towards Hu Ge, as if he didn't even exist in the corridor.

Her chin was still slightly raised, and she didn't let go of Su Wei's hand as she pushed him straight into the private room.

…………

The exhaust fan in the bathroom was humming.

After finishing his business, Hu Ge didn't rush back, but instead leaned against the sink.

He pulled out a cigarette case from his pocket, took one out, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a "snap".

"Cough cough—"

I choked a little on my first puff of smoke because I inhaled it too hard.

He glanced at himself in the mirror, then slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth and nose.

Hu Ge leaned against the sink, staring at the tiled wall in front of him, his mind still replaying the scene at the door.

She couldn't even be bothered to look at him anymore.

…………

As soon as Su Wei and Yang Mi stepped into the private room, an argument broke out inside.

"Oh—you're here! Su Wei, why did you two come together?"

The person sitting near the door was the first to speak.

He had a loud voice, and one sentence from him immediately drew everyone's attention.

"oh--"

Immediately following this was a cacophony of shouts and commotion.

Liu Shishi and Tang Yan sat at the back of the table.

The two knew that Su Wei was going to pick up Yang Mi, but that didn't mean they wouldn't participate.

After all, it's a lively place, and everyone wants to see it.

Tang Yan crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, the corner of his mouth curving into a meaningful smile.

Liu Shishi, too, tried hard to keep her small face taut, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her completely.

Su Wei stood at the door, her hands clasped together in a gesture of prayer: "Please, stop making trouble."

Yang Mi was worried about being alone at night, so she asked me to pick her up.

It's not what you think.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than someone else chimed in:

"Oh, is that what we thought? Tell us about it."

Su Wei was momentarily speechless, and before she could even organize her thoughts, another person offered her another compliment:

"Exactly, exactly. Why did Yang Mi invite you the only one? Even if we wanted to go, they probably wouldn't give us a chance."

"Yes, yes, yes—"

Several people nearby echoed in unison.

Su Wei stood there, her expression quite interesting.

As the least experienced newcomer in the crew, the best thing to do in this situation is to keep quiet.

The more you explain, the more excited they get. It's better to let them laugh. Once they've had their fill of laughter and get bored, they'll shut up on their own. It's not like it'll hurt them.

Of course, even though I knew it in my heart, my face still felt a little hot when faced with the teasing of everyone at the table.

Yang Mi stood next to Su Wei, glanced at his embarrassed face, and suddenly felt a surge of anger rising in her heart.

Su Wei was willing to endure it, but she wasn't.

She unzipped her down jacket and took a step forward.

He half-stood in front of Su Wei and rammed into the person who had been laughing the loudest.

That person was a production assistant supervisor and had some connections on the film set.

The phrase "Why did you call me instead of someone else?" was shouted by him at the top of his lungs.

"You were absolutely right."

Yang Mi looked at him with a smile on her face, but her words were as sharp as blades.

"Even if you begged to come and pick me up, I still wouldn't be willing."

The stagehand's smile froze on his face; he clearly hadn't expected Yang Mi to come straight at him.

Yang Mi didn't stop there; she continued her sarcastic remarks:

"I like good-looking young men like Su Wei."

You, compared to Su Weiyi, tsk tsk tsk—"

"You're just someone who looks like a human being. So I advise you to stop daydreaming."

That's practically an insult directed at someone's nose.

The man's face instantly turned bright red, and he didn't know whether to put his hand down or not.

He twisted and turned in the chair, wishing he could disappear into a hole in the ground.

He was especially embarrassed when he caught a glimpse of the people around him staring at him with either amusement or pity.

Seeing Yang Mi's protective mother-hen-like demeanor, everyone else wisely kept quiet.

There's a limit to how much you should joke around.

Yang Mi, one of the parties involved, has now stated that it would be impolite to come again.

Su Wei stood behind Yang Mi, feeling somewhat bewildered.

He didn't expect Yang Mi to speak up for him directly.

She might tease him occasionally, but in front of others, she always maintained a proper demeanor.

That was really cool of him today.

Seeing that everyone in the private room had fallen silent, each one lowering their head to pick up food and pretending to be very busy.

Su Wei was quite happy.

He quietly stretched his right hand to the side and gave Yang Mi a thumbs up.