In the classroom.
With the experience from previous sessions, when it was Luo Yun Chu's turn to speak, he already knew how to address the audience.
It was a leadership-style speech, a single phrase repeated over and over, revolving around a central theme but actually saying nothing.
And yet, the teacher led the applause, and a group of students, mostly female, looked up to him.
For them, what was said wasn't important, what mattered was the speaker's good looks.
If the speaker were an old man or someone who didn't meet their standards,
it would likely be a different situation.
After the speech, it was time for Q&A.
Looking at the restless class, the teacher raised her hand and pressed it down.
“Alright, quiet down. Raise your hand if you have a question, all this commotion is unbecoming.”
The teacher still had some authority. As soon as she finished speaking, the classroom quieted down, and a bunch of hands shot up.
Soon, the first person was noticed by the teacher and called up.
It was a pretty girl, wearing glasses, who looked quite demure. She stood up and stared straight at Luo Yun Chu.
“Senior, I may be out of line to ask, but do you have a girlfriend?”
As soon as the question was asked, the whole class erupted in excitement. One by one, they all looked at Luo Yun Chu with anticipation.
Luo Yun Chu had not expected such a question, a good student like her yet asking such a thing.
The teacher's face turned ugly, she was about to stop her, but Luo Yun Chu had already given an answer.
“No.”
The girl was about to continue, but the teacher pressed her down.
“Alright, one question per person. The next person, no more personal questions, or you'll be staying after class for lunch.”
Hearing this, the girls in the classroom calmed down.
The teacher was also scared by the first girl, so she chose boys for the next few questions.
The questions asked by the boys were mainly about acting and acting skills,
and some even asked whether there were many people on set and if he felt nervous.
Luo Yun Chu answered them all, but he felt many of them asked the wrong questions, the questions were not very important.
Most people were asking out of their desire to become a big star, they all thought they could be the one.
Yang Mi was no exception. After all, who wouldn't want to become a star?
Plus, she had the experience of being a child star, which gave her some common ground with Luo Yun Chu.
Luo Yun Chu only remembered her from *The Shaolin Popey*, she played a little girl who was lifted by Stephen Chow and sat on his shoulders.
She said she also played a princess in a historical drama.
“Senior, how does it feel to be a star?” Yang Mi asked with childlike curiosity.
Even though she had the experience of being a child star, who would really look at that?
Compared to her classmates, she had already seen through the hidden rules of the industry.
Did crews and Hengdian really lack good actors?
There was never a shortage of them.
But how many directors went to Hengdian to find actors to be their male and female leads?
That's why she wanted to get into Beijing Film Academy, at least she would have a professional background. If she met her seniors from the same school, maybe they could give her a hand.
Luo Yun Chu thought for a moment and said.
“How does it feel? Right now, I don't feel anything, because this is my first time. Maybe after the TV show airs, I'll have a different feeling.”
“You shouldn't ask me, I'm actually younger than you. You'll know once you've been a star yourself.”
Yang Mi nodded, her eyes filled with longing, but she had no confidence.
How much hardship would it take to become a star? Like the saying goes, even ten years of practice under the stage doesn't guarantee ten minutes on stage.
She calmed down and said.
“Senior, I... Can I get your contact information? I have some questions I want to ask you...”
She seemed hesitant to speak, afraid her classmates would hear her. She spoke in a very low voice.
If Luo Yun Chu hadn't been constantly strengthening his body with his inner energy, he might not have heard her.
There were many people in the classroom, he simply gave her an OK sign.
She was someone he could build a relationship with.
There was a high chance they would work together.
She was a woman who couldn't be ignored in the entertainment industry.
After that, Luo Yun Chu started answering other people's questions.
Yang Mi seemed to be emotionless as she sat in her seat, but she was already excited inside.
She had taken the first step in her acting career, establishing her connections.
Although the senior wasn't very famous now, he already showed great potential.
No matter what.
It would be enough to maintain a good relationship and be friends, other relationships were still too early for a small transparent like her in Beijing Film Academy.
It could only be a dream, buried in her heart.
Yang Mi looked at the radiant young man on stage, and for the first time, a sense of naive conquest arose in her heart. This kind of psychology exists in both men and women.
For those who seem cold and hold high positions above them in their circles, most people have the desire to conquer them.
As for the type of conquest, it depends on the individual.
The Q&A session ended quickly.
After attending the afternoon conference, Luo Yun Chu left school and went home. Then he was pestered by his sister, Xi Xi.
He didn't have anything to do for the next few days and could relax properly.
Liu Yi Fei was even happier than Luo Yun Chu himself, but the latter was always uncomfortable.
Especially when Liu Xiao Li was around. Luo Yun Chu would always think about that night, feeling guilty about the playful teasing with his sister.
He could only avoid her as much as possible.
Liu Xiao Li would have noticed something was wrong, but now she also wanted to avoid her daughter and Yun Chu.
Who told her to feel guilty?
Moreover, she felt a little jealous seeing the two of them being affectionate. She could only avoid seeing them to avoid feeling uneasy.
She had promised herself not to make the same mistake again, but every night, that little ancestor's image would pop up in her mind.
She tossed and turned, unable to sleep...
That night in spring.
Liu Xiao Li lay in bed, half-covering herself with the blanket, her hand unconsciously resting on the peach blossom that almost devoured her.
Her eyes were slightly blurred, as she looked at the full moon and scattered stars outside the window, she shed tears for the first time.
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PS: To those who have read my book, you know, there won't be hundreds of chapters of ambiguous feelings. It will naturally flow when the groundwork is laid.