When did she become so eloquent?

Feng Ruru was furious. She knew that the other woman was implying that she was a dog, but she had no words to refute her.

Is it right for you to eavesdrop on other people's conversations?

Seeing that she had been holding back for a long time before finally managing to say this, Su Ping pointed to the lawn next to her.

"I have no interest in your confession at all. I was here first, so you must have disturbed my sleep."

"you!"

Feng Ruru glared at her fiercely, then suddenly seemed to remember something, glanced at Zhao Ming, and a strange smile appeared on her face.

[Huluwa, has she gone mad from my roasting?]

After her outburst, Su Ping lost all interest in sleeping.

"I'm leaving. Do as you please."

Seeing Zhao Ming's gaze follow Su Ping's departing figure without blinking, Feng Ruru stomped her feet in anger, but there was nothing she could do.

...

Tu Hengchuan had just finished his audition when he came out and found Sister Yu already waiting outside.

"How about it?"

Because the script "Wangchuan" is a TV series adapted from a major IP, the original novel had already accumulated a large number of book fans, and the film and television rights were highly anticipated after they were sold. The script, costumes, props and sets were polished for a full year and a half, so the anticipation was extremely high.

So a lot of people came to the casting today, and there were already a couple hundred people in the queue.

Although the company said that he had already been chosen for the role of the second male lead, he still had to get the director's approval.

Tu Hengchuan is confident in his acting skills. He has read the novel and believes that the character of the second male lead, the Demon Lord, is more well-developed and three-dimensional than the male lead. If the drama becomes a hit, this character will definitely become a breakout star.

"The director told me to just wait for news about joining the crew."

Tu Hengchuan was confident in his acting skills, and with the polishing of the script during this period, it could be said that from the moment he pushed open that door, he was the demon god Luo Tian.

"Okay, there are no other announcements after that. You can stay home and study the script carefully during this time, so you can be in the best condition when you join the crew."

Sister Yu nodded. She always had a good eye for people. Tu Hengchuan had the potential to become a huge star, but he just lacked an opportunity. Perhaps this drama could be that springboard.

...

Before going to sleep, Su Ping found a cheesy pickup line, copied and pasted it, and sent it to each of the three of them as usual, without even changing the text.

"Ding-dong!"

Why did they reply so quickly this time?

Su Ping opened WeChat and found that it was a message from Tu Hengchuan, asking if she had time at the end of the month, saying that he wanted to take her home.

[Huluwa, is anything happening at the end of the month?]

[It is the anniversary of his mother's death.]

No wonder.

Su Ping: "Is Brother Chuan planning to introduce me to his family ahead of time? *blushing*

Tu Hengchuan was speechless for a moment: "You promised me that you would cooperate with me on something."

Su Ping: "Okay, I should be free at the end of the month. Just send me a message then, Brother Chuan."

Su Ping recalled the plot: Less than a year after Tu Hengchuan's mother passed away, his father brought home a five-year-old son named Tu Sijun. Illegitimate children in wealthy families are quite common. Since it was already guaranteed that they would not threaten Tu Hengchuan's status, the old man turned a blind eye.

Moreover, Tu Sijun has been good at winning people over since childhood, and his appearance is charming. It can be said that compared to the taciturn Tu Hengchuan, others prefer this outsider young master.

However, Tu Sijun is far more than he appears to be—indifferent and unassuming. On the contrary, he tries to seize anything that interests Tu Hengchuan, as if his sole purpose is to replace Tu Hengchuan.

Including the incident where Tu Hengchuan was kidnapped by a female mental patient when he was a child, it was Tu Sijun who deliberately led Tu Hengchuan there. Tu Sijun was only eight or nine years old that year, yet she already had such a deep mind.

That's interesting; she's starting to look forward to it.

the next day.

With the competition time fast approaching, the contestants were already warming up, but Su Ping was still nowhere to be seen.

"Ruru, Su Ping isn't not coming, is she?"

Duan Jia stretched her legs while looking around, but did not see Su Ping's shadow.

"Probably not. Quitting a competition without a valid reason will result in a deduction of credits. If Su Ping loses any more credits, she'll have to retake the course."

Although Feng Ruru said this, she was actually not sure herself. Su Ping's mental state was so beautiful that she could do anything she wanted.

Finally, with only three minutes left before the match, Su Ping arrived late.

But what's with that outfit of hers?

Because she was running 3,000 meters, everyone else was dressed in shorts and t-shirts for comfort, but she was wearing a fitted long dress and three-centimeter high heels.

If you didn't know better, you'd think a stepmother had come to run for her child.

Hearing the cheers of the boys around her growing louder and louder, Duan Jia walked over and said something to the referee. Then Su Ping saw that the girl who had been standing next to her on the track had been replaced by another person.

Something unusual must be going on. Su Ping sized up the girl who had moved to sit next to her. She had shoulder-length short hair tied back and a muscular physique, clearly a girl who exercised regularly.

But why does she look at me with such hostility?

[Host, be careful, she has ill intentions.]

Su Ping couldn't figure out what she had done to offend her, so she could only take it one step at a time.

"preparation!"

The referee blew his whistle and raised his gun above his head.

With the sound of a gunshot, the athletes dashed off like arrows released from a bow.

Except for Su Ping.

Feng Ruru rolled her eyes: "Big sister, why don't you start running? You didn't come here for a walk!"

Su Ping ignored him and continued walking without looking to the side, while searching for Song Qi's figure.

After searching around, she gave up.

"Pingping, keep it up!"

Song Yifei's voice came from the left. Su Ping looked over and smiled at her.

"Don't worry, Yifei, I'll definitely get first place."

After all, last place is still first, right?

By the time she finished one lap, others had already run four or five laps. Whether it was intentional or not, the girl next to her bumped into her shoulder hard as she passed by.

Su Ping kept an eye on things, and sure enough, when she caught a glimpse of the girl running up from behind again, she dodged to the side, and the girl missed her target and almost fell to the ground.

It seems like they deliberately messed with her; sorry, she's not afraid anymore.

The referee had already blown the whistle for the final lap, and everyone gave it their all and began to sprint.

Su Ping was actually the one closest to the finish line, but she still had seven or eight laps left, so she wasn't in a hurry at all.

The sound of running behind her was getting closer and closer. Oh no, they're coming for her!

The track was so big, yet this person insisted on running towards her, as if afraid others wouldn't know about her filthy intentions.