So, the question Qiao Nansheng asked about her having fans... we'll have to wait until the official release date is set, and the official Weibo account for "The Blooming of Pear Blossoms" releases character stills or trailers for each role. Only then will people become fans of her because of her looks.

If she's good-looking but lacks acting skills, she might not only have no fans, but also be criticized. Or perhaps some people will admire her looks while criticizing her for not being a good actress and for stealing roles from others.

However, Mingqiu generally doesn't hire people who lack acting skills to act in her films.

Even if you force it in, it won't work.

Tomorrow's audition will ultimately depend on her own ability to demonstrate her skills.

Qiao Nansheng, however, disagreed: "It's good for people to have ideals, you know?"

"Without ideals, there are no pursuits; without pursuits, life feels hopeless and meaningless; feeling meaningless makes one feel that life is useless; if one is useless, then what is the point of living?"

Zhou Cheng was unable to refute her series of words because he felt that they made some sense.

A person living without ideals, hope, or goals is truly like a walking corpse, not knowing what to do each day.

After Qiao Nansheng finished speaking, seeing that he was speechless because of her, she chuckled and returned to the previous question: "So, can the props be eaten?"

"I saw some short videos on Douyin and Kuaishou filmed in Hengdian that featured props that you could eat!"

Her eyes lit up, as if she could see countless edible props from the film crew swirling in front of her: roast duck, chicken leg skewers... She was so hungry.

Zhou Cheng: "..."

All you can think about is food!

They said it was a prop!! Can you eat props?? Can you??

Seeing her longing look, Zhou Cheng sighed helplessly and said, "Let's talk about it after you've passed the audition."

We can discuss whether the props are edible only after the audition is passed; otherwise, it's pointless to talk about it.

"Should I get ready for tomorrow? What should I wear to the audition? What do I need to do for the audition? Do I need to wear makeup?" Qiao Nansheng rattled off a whole bunch of questions like a train, then suddenly remembered something, and the smile on her face froze: "The audition involves acting, right? I can't act, how am I supposed to act?"

She covered her head with her hands and screamed a few times. Then she looked up at Zhou Cheng and said, "Honey, teach me!"

Like a child, Qiao Nansheng lunged forward and pressed down on Zhou Cheng again.

Although Zhou Cheng felt very comfortable being called "husband," but—

"Call me 'husband' when you need something, and just call me by my name when you don't?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Qiao Nansheng, whose face was full of pleading smiles, and chuckled, "There's no such thing as a free lunch."

When he's useful, she calls him "husband, husband" nonstop; when he's not, she tells him to get out of her way and stay away from him, wishing she could keep a world of difference with him.

Qiao Nansheng's smile froze: "No, no... I call him that all the time, don't I?"

As she said this, she felt guilty and anxious, because when she thought about it carefully, it seemed that it really was as Zhou Cheng said: she would call him "husband" when there was something to do, and call him by his full name when there was nothing to do.

Cough cough.

She felt a little embarrassed, but she still tried to remain calm, tilting her head back and blinking her big, watery eyes at him, putting on an innocent expression that said, "I'm really not lying to you."

Zhou Cheng wasn't buying it. He reached out and pinched her chin, leaning closer: "Really? This afternoon in the Huaying training room, someone wanted a phone, and I said I'd buy it if they called me 'husband,' and you called him without hesitation?"

"..." Qiao Nansheng was even more embarrassed.

Her eyes darted around, avoiding his gaze, as she tried to find an excuse: "That's because...because..."

She hesitated for a long time without giving a reason, and Zhou Cheng's smile deepened. He leaned closer and said, "And last month, and the month before that, I made money for you. Were you happy then, so you called me husband too?"

"Huh?" She started to feign amnesia. "Really? Are you sure you're not mistaken? I don't remember."

Zhou Cheng snorted: "Stop playing dumb with me, your acting is terrible."

"Hey! Zhou Cheng, look, you yourself said my acting is bad but you still won't teach me." Qiao Nansheng turned her head and tried to get her chin off his hand.

The man narrowed his eyes, revealing an expression of "I knew it": "He used his full name again."

"..." Do you want to hold on to this for good?

Qiao Nansheng took a breath: "Just tell me if you're going to teach me or not! If not, I'll find someone else."

"No!" Zhou Cheng's face darkened, and he immediately thought of Han Ye.

Qiao Nansheng pouted: "Since you refuse to teach me, I have no choice but to find someone else."

He said with a sour expression, "Don't ask anyone else, I'll teach you!"

He practically squeezed the last two words out through clenched teeth.

Qiao Nansheng smiled and said, "Okay, husband! Thank you, husband! I love you, husband, mwah!!"

Zhou Cheng sneered: "Ha, woman."

It's only at times like this that she's willing to call him "husband."

Qiao Nansheng blinked, pretending not to notice the sarcasm in his tone, and said with a grin, "Shall we start now? Which part should we act out? Can I act it out and you help me watch? Or should you act it out first and I'll learn it?"

When it comes to acting, Zhou Cheng becomes very serious.

He pushed Qiao Nansheng off him: "You go first."

Zhou Cheng took the script from her and flipped through it. He found a scene that wasn't too difficult and pointed to it, saying, "Starting from this short section and ending here... make sure Qingniang's movements, expressions, and tone are on point. Think about it and prepare for it yourself. I'll come back to check in half an hour."

He easily jumped off the bed, supporting himself on his arms, seemingly about to go out.

Qiao Nansheng blurted out, "Where are you going?"

"Study." Zhou Cheng turned back to her as he reached the door and said, "I'm afraid you won't feel comfortable with me here."

Only after he left her alone could she let go and start directing and acting on her own.

Qiao Nansheng said "Oh," watched him leave, then jumped off the bed, ran barefoot to close the door, and returned to the bed, staring intently at the part of the script that Zhou Cheng had just pointed to.

How do we act out this dialogue?

Reading lines from the script? That's not right either. Zhou Cheng just said that the movements, the expression, and the tone must be on point.

The part he had her act out was just a few simple lines, with not much description. She had to figure out the actions, tone, and expressions herself, and then follow the dialogue.

This is quite difficult for someone who can't act.

Qiao Nansheng touched his chin, scratched his head, thought for a long time, and finally took out his phone to watch some short videos on Douyin to find inspiration and see how others acted and got into character.

However, several minutes passed, and it still didn't work.

She rubbed her face and pounded the soft bed, lay there like a corpse for a minute, and then suddenly sat up and got out of bed.

Qiao Nansheng held the script in one hand, reciting her lines while pretending there was someone standing opposite her, and began to talk to herself.