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Chapter 111 Sister Meng's Attention

The first video is of Liu Haochun.

The melody of "Sunny Day" gently wafted through the living room, and Jay Chou's voice sang, "The little yellow flower of the story has been floating since the year I was born," just as the scene cut to a picture of her squatting on the lawn, playing with the orange cat.

The cat was a prop cat that Lao Li borrowed from the scene next door, but when Liu Haochun squatted down and reached out to scratch its chin, he smiled in a way that didn't seem like he was posing at all.

The video has finished playing.

There was a two-second silence in the living room.

"Haocun~!" Tian Xiwei was the first to speak. She knelt on the carpet, turned around, and placed her hands on the coffee table. Her round almond-shaped eyes were full of amazement.

"You're so beautiful! You're just like that... that kind of..." She thought for a long time but couldn't find the right words, so she hurriedly made a big circle in the air with her hand.

"She's the kind of girl you want to protect! Especially in the picture of her in the shirt, if I were a guy, I'd go after you right now!"

Liu Haochun buried his face in the cushion, his ear tips turning bright red in the projector light, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

Zhou Ye didn't speak, but she reached out and gently patted Liu Haochun's knee.

The movement was very light and brief, but Liu Haochun looked up at her, and Zhou Ye gave her a slight smile.

"Don't envy her, look at yours!" Wang Zian laughed; "Just as beautiful!"

The lively drumbeats burst from the speakers, and Tian Xiwei jumped up from the carpet almost as soon as she heard the first note of the intro.

In the picture, Tian Xiwei is wearing a white shirt and a yellow straw hat, standing in the afternoon sunlight, with deep dimples on the corners of her mouth.

Her bun was slightly disheveled by the wind, with a few stray hairs sticking to her forehead, which she reached out to brush away.

Then there's the picture of her wearing blue overalls, with pigtails, a small white hair tie, making a peace sign at the camera, her smile so bright it made the whole picture a shade brighter.

Then the photos flashed by, and finally, there was her cool and stylish look from a new photoshoot this afternoon.

Wearing a blue, tight-fitting sleeveless top, sunglasses pushed up to her forehead, and a thin braid next to her bun, she made a sweet yet fierce expression at the camera. She pulled her sunglasses down to reveal her round, almond-shaped eyes.

"Wow~~!" Tian Xiwei jumped up on the sofa, almost knocking Liu Haochun's cushion to the ground. "This is me? This is me! My God! I never knew I could be this cool! Look at those sunglasses, so stylish~!"

Zhou Ye nodded: "The beginning was all sweet style, then suddenly a few cool photos appeared."

Liu Haochun nodded: "It really is cool!"

Wang Zian commented with his arms crossed, "Xiao Tian has one ability: she can make her eyes sparkle."

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and bright, sparkling eyes are very attractive!

"Oda, you can teach them sometime!"

Xiao Tian immediately bowed and saluted, "Don't worry, I'll teach them."

Then came Zhou Ye's video.

As soon as the music starts, the feeling of an old-fashioned film comes to mind.

Then came a series of cool and stylish photos of Zhou Ye wearing a black silk dress, some with her head tilted up, some looking down, and some glancing sideways.

Paired with a touch of vibrant European old castle style, it gives off a boss lady vibe.

"Wow! Zhou Ye looks even fiercer than Xiao Tian!" Liu Haochun exclaimed with admiration. "Xiao Tian seems fierce on her own, but Zhou Ye looks like she has a whole group of people behind her!"

Oda nodded repeatedly, "I like this feeling too!"

"You all think it's good, right?" Wang Zian asked.

"Not bad!" Zhou Ye said.

"Great!" Oda nodded happily.

"Super good~!" Liu Haochun was still the most enthusiastic one.

"Then take it and send it out!"

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Sister Meng has been going through an incredibly difficult few days.

Ever since she saw Wang Zian's profile video in the bar that night, her phone has been glued to her hand. Whenever the director yells "cut," the makeup artist comes to touch up her makeup, or there's a break between scenes to change props, she opens the short video platform and refreshes it repeatedly.

But those two accounts seemed to be deliberately going against her, updating for several days in a row before suddenly going silent, remaining completely still for an entire day.

The more I couldn't find it on the screen, the more I missed it; the more I missed it, the easier it was for me to get distracted, and it almost affected the filming work.

This morning, we were filming a scene with a beggar. She was wearing a tattered costume that the makeup team had deliberately aged, her hair was sprayed with gray matte powder, and her face was covered in grimy makeup. She was squatting at the entrance of a dilapidated temple built by props.

Her mentor, Anita Yuen, half-knelt in front of her, explaining the scene to her: "You are now a little beggar who grew up on the streets. You've never had a full meal, and your fingernails are full of mud..."

Sister Meng was actually staring blankly at the mole on Anita Yuen's lip, and even subconsciously retorted, "Not all beggars are filthy. What if she's a particularly meticulous beggar?"

Fortunately, she is quite capable in her work.

After several rehearsals, the beggar scene was barely considered passable.

Before leaving, Anita Yuen patted her on the shoulder and said, "You seemed distracted today. Go back and get some rest."

Sister Meng nodded more obediently than anyone else, then turned and pounced on the folding chair in the rest area.

Before I could even settle into my seat, my hand was already in my bag, pulling out my phone and swiping the screen as fast as a gunslinger in a Western movie.

Refresh, Zhou Ye's account has been updated.

"It really is!" Sister Meng sat up straight in her chair.

Her finger unconsciously tapped to open the video, and accompanied by pleasant music, she saw photos that were no less impressive than those in a celebrity photoshoot.

"This guy has pretty good taste in art and music!"

Sister Meng scrolled up and down and found a new video.

This video features Wang Zi'an and Zhou Ye portraying a bickering couple. Watching Wang Zi'an's portrayal of her boyfriend repeatedly courting disaster, the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.

"Hahahaha~! This is too suicidal, he deserves a beating~!"

Sure enough, in the end, she saw Wang Zian being punished by this girl named Zhou Ye.

"Hahaha~! That's so cheeky~!"

Sister Meng covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking, and laughter leaked out from between her fingers, sounding like a goose that had been tickled.

She wasn't satisfied after watching it once, so she dragged the progress bar back to watch the part where Zhou Ye pinched her again.

Wang Zian's pained, curled-up appearance made her laugh until tears streamed down her face. "Serves you right! I'll teach you to play games, wash your feet, hire teaching assistants, and buy you an Audi. This is how I'll punish you."

She was laughing heartily, her eyes narrowed into slits, completely unaware that someone was walking towards her from behind.

"Hey! Sister Meng, what are you looking at? Why are you laughing like that?" An annoying male voice suddenly rang out.

"She's probably chatting with her boyfriend!" another female voice chimed in, the last syllable rising in pitch, carrying a thin layer of feigned, unintentional probing.

The smile on Sister Meng's lips vanished completely in a fraction of a second, as if an invisible hand had snapped off a switch.

She put down her phone, looked up, and saw who had come to her.

Cheng Yi and another actress she wasn't very familiar with were standing in front of her, both wearing the kind of warm and polite smiles commonly seen on variety shows.

Her gaze shifted instantly from ecstasy to indifference and displeasure, a change so swift that Cheng Yi's smile froze for half a second.

Cheng Yi and another unknown actress, who were still smiling, were suddenly speechless at Sister Meng's indifferent expression.

They knew why: when Sister Meng won the lead role, they pulled together a few contestants backstage to hold a vote, trying to use moral blackmail to vote her out, but Sister Meng simply wouldn't take the bait.

In the end, it all turned into a rather ugly mess!

These two people are coming over now, smiling and saying "long time no see," they're almost certainly here to smooth things over.

But she didn't want to play the role of burying the hatchet today.

She had just absorbed so much joy from Wang Zian's short videos, and before she could even process that joy, she didn't want it to be diluted by two people she barely knew.

Cheng Yi opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

Sister Meng stood up from the folding chair, stuffed her phone screen into her pocket, glanced at her, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Her Doc Martens boots clattered on the cement floor of the film set, each step carrying a distinctive, decisive sound characteristic of girls from Northeast China.

Cheng Yi's lips twitched awkwardly.

There were still quite a few people in the area. Although everyone was packing up their things, their eyes kept glancing over here.

Everyone saw what just happened clearly.

With Sister Meng gone, the two of them were left in an awkward situation under the gaze of everyone.

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