Huayu: Starting with binding the front desk

Guo Jingming leaned forward to look at Wang Zhe, too lazy to argue with Yang Mi, and went straight to the point: "Xiao Zhe, we didn't manage to collaborate on 'Rush to the Dead Summer' last time."

How about you play the male lead in the movie "Cry Me a Sad River"?

Seeing that he was determined to talk to him, Wang Zhe smiled helplessly: "Director Guo, didn't I sing the OST for 'Rush to the Dead Summer'? How can you say we didn't work out?"

Guo Jingming said in a serious tone, "I meant to play the male lead in my movie."

I want to capture your most beautiful self during your most youthful and spirited time.

Wang Zhe's lips twitched.

Why does this sound so familiar? It's like the professional rhetoric he used to fool actors in my past life.

"Director Guo, I really want to act in one of your films."

He feigned helplessness and said, "However, I don't like the male lead character Qi Ming."

I'd love to play Gu Senxi, but I heard the cast is mostly newcomers. Even though I'm a newcomer myself, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to play a supporting role.

At this stage, this movie is indeed suitable for Wang Zhe, and it is one of the few films by Guo Jingming that doesn't have such a bad reputation.

But the only likable character in the entire series is the second male lead, Gu Senxi.

Of course, this was not Wang Zhe's main objective.

Although Guo Jingming is a disgusting person, he currently has real resources at his disposal.

Although "Tiny Times" was a terrible movie, it still made him and the Alibaba Group a fortune, thus the two sides have remained deeply intertwined.

Cooperation is based on the exchange of benefits, but if asked to sacrifice his virtue, he would not hesitate to give the other party a flying kick.

Guo Jingming frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's no problem. As long as you come, we can revise the script."

Guo, the "writer," certainly didn't just want to "stick" to Wang Zhe's back; he was after Wang Zhe's current popularity, which could bring him real benefits.

He had considered using the "Three Little Ones," but they were preparing to go solo, and their profits had already been divided up by big capital, leaving him with no chance at all.

Of course, the most important thing is that Wang Zhe is exactly to his aesthetic sensibilities. If something happens between them during their collaboration, wouldn't that be amazing?

"Director Guo, it was a pleasure working with you. Please discuss the rest with my agent; I really don't know anything about these things."

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Wang Zhe readily agreed.

Guo Jingming smiled and said, "Xiao Zhe, are you hungry? Start eating."

Wang Zhe nodded, ignored him, and started chatting with Yang Mi.

If I didn't know what kind of person this shorty was, judging from his performance tonight, he really seemed like a good senior mentoring a junior.

However, all the juniors he "mentored" were "pampered" by him.

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Guo Jingming took out a bottle of red wine, looked at Wang Zhe, and asked, "Xiao Zhe, want a drink?"

Before Wang Zhe could speak, Yang Mi reached out and pushed his wine bottle away.

"You're still a minor, why would you drink alcohol? Fruit juice is fine."

Ignoring Guo Jingming's resentful gaze, Yang Mi turned and gave Wang Zhe a pitiful look.

She could also tell that her younger brother had brought her along only to use her as a shield.

Guo Jingming wanted to chat with Wang Zhe a bit more, but Yang Mi, sandwiched between the two, started talking to Wang Zhe alone, constantly serving him food, leaving him no chance to get a word in edgewise.

What's with this "stinky feet honey" thing? Is she trying to steal his man? Her husband did a "late-night script reading," and now she's hooking up with a young, handsome guy too?

Yang Yangjin looked at Guo Jingming and said, "Wang Zhe can't drink yet, so I'll drink with Director Guo today..."

……

The dinner party ended.

Yang Michong waved to Wang Zhe, "Good luck on your college entrance exam, little brother!"

Wang Zhe nodded, turned around, and got into the car.

On the way back to the apartment, Yang Yangjin couldn't help but say, "Neither of them are easy to deal with. Be careful, especially Yang Mi."

Wang Zhe was stunned for a moment: "Sis, shouldn't you have told me to be wary of Guo the Shorty? It's obvious he has ulterior motives towards me."

Yang Yangjin sneered: "Guo Jingming? As long as you're not sick, nothing will happen to you."

"And Yang Mi, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it."

Wang Zhe leaned back in his chair and said calmly, "Sister, don't worry, I know what kind of person she is."

On the other side, after seeing Wang Zhe off, Yang Mi and Guo Jingming returned to the private room.

Guo Jingming originally wanted to cultivate a relationship with Wang Zhe, just in case it worked out, but now Yang Mi has ruined everything, and he's furious.

"Yang Mi, what do you mean? The men at home aren't doing their job, so you're craving a man?"

Yang Mi rolled her eyes at him and said coldly, "Don't tell me you don't know who Wang Zhe's father is."

Guo Jingming immediately lost his temper, but still stubbornly insisted, "I didn't intend to do anything. Is it wrong to cultivate feelings?"

Yang Mi said speechlessly, "People are different from you. Be careful you don't even know how you died."

"Then he wouldn't even look at you."

"But I'm a woman, maybe I'll get to eat it..."

……

June 6th has arrived, and tomorrow is the day of the National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao).

There's a tradition at Tong Sheng Hu: when senior students graduate, junior students can freely "inherit" some things they no longer need.

As a star student at the school, Wang Zhe became a prime target for looting. The younger students took everything from him, regardless of whether they needed it or not.

Zhang Jingyi, who also sat in front of him, was not spared either. How could the school's only two "stars" who were admitted to the Beijing Film Academy be left behind?

After the massive looting, Wang Zhe lay on the empty desk, listlessly reaching out to grab Zhang Jingyi's ponytail.

"What a ridiculous and outdated practice! They even took my school uniform away; I was hoping to keep it as a souvenir."

Zhang Jingyi ignored Wang Zhe's mischievous hand; she was already used to his behavior.

Seeing her frantically rummaging through something, Wang Zhe asked in confusion, "What are you looking for? Your exam admission ticket is in my bag. There were too many people earlier, so I put it away."

Zhang Jingyi turned around and pried open his fingers, one by one, which were pulling her hair.

"It's not the exam admission ticket, did you see my glasses?"

Wang Zhe shook his head, thought about what had just happened, and explained, "There were so many people just now, I was only focused on getting our exam admission tickets back."

All the stationery was stolen; your glasses are probably gone too.

After he finished speaking, he stood up and said to her, "Let's go, don't just stand there, we have exams tomorrow."

Zhang Jingyi looked up at him, squinting instinctively because of her nearsightedness. "Where are we going?"

"Of course I'm going to find glasses!? And buy some new stationery while I'm at it."

Zhang Jingyi quickly got up and followed him: "Can we still find it?"

"Whether we can find it or not, we have to look for it first."

As Wang Zhe walked, he analyzed, "It must be those people from the second-year art class. They were the ones who were the most enthusiastic about grabbing it just now. Let's go to their class and ask them first."

Zhang Jingyi followed closely behind, even reaching out to tug at his sleeve: "Slow down, I can't see very well right now."

Wang Zhe felt his clothes being tugged and turned to look at her.

She was squinting hard, her whole face scrunched up, looking strangely cute and silly.

"Just like Fearful, you like to squint when you can't see clearly."

"Who's like her?"

Zhang Jingyi's tone suddenly hardened: "I can't see clearly because I'm nearsighted. I have to squint to see even a little bit, okay?"

Wang Zhe sensed a hint of sourness in her voice, but he still continued to tease her, "The four of you are really something else, you're all nearsighted."

Although Zhang Jingyi's eyesight is poor now, her ears are still very sharp and she has caught the key words.

"Four? Besides me and Churan, who else?"

"what?"

Wang Zhe realized he'd spoken too quickly and included his ex-girlfriend from his past life.

He explained without changing his expression, "Tian Xiwei is also nearsighted, but not as badly as you and Chu Ran."

"And what's the last one?"

"There's another one you don't know."

Wang Zhe didn't explain much, thinking to himself: You two don't know each other now, but you'll be inseparable for years to come.

Before her rebirth, she was still entangled in love.

She is also the only chosen rival among the post-95 actresses in the Chinese entertainment industry.

"Tch, if you don't want to talk about it, you're just making excuses."

Zhang Jingyi didn't press further, figuring it was probably a new friend she'd met on some TV show.

She quieted down, her fingers still clutching the hem of his clothes, but something else came to mind: what he had just said, "Whether we can find it or not, we have to look for it first."

Are some things the same?

She looked down and watched her toes and his heels walking forward, one in front of the other.

If I don't tell him, will he never find out?

And I can't accompany him on this journey.