"In short, when I first wrote this script, I just intended to earn some pocket money..."

Although Wu Pork Belly and Sauerkraut weren't exactly shy, they seemed a little nervous about this kind of occasion for the first time. Fortunately, the novice host that Ji Juntao had brought along was quick-witted and cleverly smoothed things over.

Teacher Qi Ming's speech was quite appropriate. His emotions were deep, his words forceful, and his delivery highly engaging. He completely outshone the two novices before him.

“The mute woman lived in a world without a time dimension. At sixty, she was no different from her sixteen-year-old self on a spiritual level. When the mute woman lay on the sandy ground of Jinhe Village, I felt like a mad horse. Time flies like an arrow, and decades are nothing more than a leap under the hooves of a white horse... For the mute woman, her life seemed to have passed just like that.”

Qi Ming's voice was old and hoarse, like the rolling dust of the loess land. Shang Yechu listened with her eyes lowered, feeling as if coarse sand was scraping against her eardrums.

For this premiere, Shang Yechu prepared a long speech in advance and memorized it perfectly. But listening to Qi Ming's speech, she slowly began to feel ashamed of herself.

While the draft I prepared was certainly exquisite, delicate, and flawless, it seemed too petty in the face of the senior's genuine emotions.

Shang Yechu asked himself honestly, if he were in the audience's shoes, he would never have been interested in listening to his own short speech after hearing Qi Ming's speech.

what to do?

Shang Yechu was born with a spirit of unwillingness and defiance; he refused to play a supporting role, refused to be ignored, and refused to be seen as compromising in the public eye. Even if this was just a small-scale, amateur premiere.

what to do?

Having poured countless hours of effort into the character of Xiao Yue, Shang Yechu naturally couldn't be completely oblivious. However, human emotions seem to have this inherent weakness; Shang Yechu was ashamed to reveal her true feelings to anyone, let alone express her genuine understanding in front of so many people.

Even though she felt that she understood her role perfectly, when facing the eyes of so many people in the audience and the cameras of reporters, Shang Yechu couldn't help but think: What if I'm wrong?

If you recite a script, at most the few audience members will scoff at it as boring and yawn a few times, and that will be the end of it; but if you express your true thoughts, and express them so deeply and sincerely, what if after the movie is released, the audience thinks you're talking nonsense?

What's even more frightening is that "The Mute Woman" is bound to flop at the box office, but now that he's gained some fame, his every move might be under scrutiny. To boast at the premiere about how much effort he poured into the role, only to have it perform so poorly at the box office—isn't that ridiculous?

Will this become a target for some people to attack?

Shang Yechu thought that having died once, her heart was as hard as stone. But now that she was in this situation, she realized how much she cared about her hard-won popularity and dignity.

Those days of painstakingly interpreting characters, those densely filled notebooks of biographical sketches, and the joy of resonating with the characters—all of these have now faded away, becoming very small. A surge of immense pride and inferiority simultaneously welled up, tugging at Shang Yechu's heartstrings.

Some students, even after studying hard before the exam, like to say things like, "I didn't study much, I'm sure I'll fail this time." It's as if as long as they didn't try, their future failure won't be so embarrassing.

Even if the result is the same, it can always preserve some vague vanity.

Shang Yechu was no exception to the common vainness.

Qi Ming's speech was nearing its end, and it was almost Shang Yechu's turn. Shang Yechu still hadn't made up her mind; should she play it safe, or...?

A soft coughing sound came from behind. Shang Yechu subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound and saw Ji Juntao suddenly coughing in a strange manner!

Is Ji Juntao drunk?

Shang Yechu was surprised, but then she saw Ji Juntao suddenly wink at her while covering his mouth and coughing.

Ji Juntao's eyelids are twitching too?

Shang Yechu guessed what the other party was trying to imply, but how could she discern anything in just a few blinks? — Was Ji Juntao urging her to take a desperate gamble?