Chapter 141 The noble man is really busy
On the way back, Lang Qiao looked at her from time to time,
Shen Pianxian finally couldn't stand it anymore and yelled,
"What are you doing? Is your neck twisted?"
"No," Lang Qiao couldn't help asking, "How did you suddenly come up with this method?"
"A quick wit," Miss Chen said, spreading her hands proudly. "Isn't that how it plays out in TV dramas? Those who seek help or apprenticeship from a hermit master are often met with ironclad rejections. But they often have a hidden weapon up their sleeve. Finally, they unleash their ultimate move, a surprising twist of fate, and the master immediately agrees to their request."
"Although we are not seeking to be accepted as disciples, we do have some similarities." Shen Pianxian looked out the window with a relaxed tone.
"And facing this stubborn author, my ultimate weapon is naturally Ni Huan."
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Shuiyunjian
"Are we really going to the movies?" Mrs. Zhou put the invitation on the table and asked her husband, "Why did you suddenly change your mind?"
Mr. Zhou was still a little absent-minded, still thinking about the girl.
When he stood there and smiled at him with his head tilted, he seemed to really see Ni Huan.
Ni Huan, who appeared in her dreams countless times and kept him awake at night.
He gave her the most innocent and pure heart, the cleanest and brightest soul, but he also made her bear the darkest and cruelest hatred, and numerous hideous and deep scars.
So those eyes have pure clarity and innocence, but also endless silence and desolation.
That one glance was like a sledgehammer, smashing his heart, which had been sealed with the end of the story.
All those days and nights spent conceiving for Ni Huan and the magical girl, wasting sheet after sheet of manuscript paper, burning desk lamps night after night, and using tube after tube of ink, were suddenly unlocked and released.
And in the midst of those memories, the girl stood coldly, with just a look and a smile, she seemed like a living soul walking out of those manuscripts.
"I never expected anyone to be able to portray Ni Huan so well," Mr. Zhou smiled, slowly picking up the invitation and playing with it in his hands.
"But for some reason I'm actually looking forward to it now."
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Four o'clock in the afternoon.
The premiere of the magical girl movie was officially held at the Imperial Capital Pyramid Theater.
Director Lang took the lead actors on stage, and after a few polite words, the media began to ask questions.
"There are rumors that Miss Shen Pianxian and Le Shen are now in a relationship. What do you think?"
Shi Qile and Shen Pianpian looked at each other and smiled.
"I already said I would treat her to fried chicken. I'm just fulfilling my promise. The media shouldn't be too sensitive."
Shi Qile spoke with a smile, trying to smooth things over as usual.
"Some people have said that Shengshi will now vigorously support you, and even go so far as to cut down the long-standing tree of Sister Yi. Miss Shen Pianxian, do you think you are worthy of such support?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became stagnant.
"This reporter looks very familiar," Shen Pianxian smiled and glanced at the badge on his chest.
"If I remember correctly, you also came to the previous press conference, right?"
The man immediately felt guilty.
Miss Shen seemed unaware of this. She said to all the media,
"If there are still reporters who want to ask similar questions, please go ask Mr. Cheng from Shengshi after the premiere. Wait for him to tell you that he did indeed fabricate the truth to help promote me and eliminate Miss Wei Lan, a powerful general. Then I will tell you whether I am worthy of being promoted."
"Next question."
"Excuse me, Ms. Shen Pianxian, as your immediate superior, have you invited Mr. Cheng to today's premiere?"
"Of course," Shen Pianxian continued with a smile, "but Mr. Cheng is busy and declined my offer."
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The questions continue.
Someone in the audience leaned forward slightly and answered respectfully,
"That's a reporter from Today's Film and Television. Their newspaper is known for its sharp comments."
A faint "hmm".
The deliberately dimmed lights outline the man's deep and charming features, as if they were carved by a knife.
He sat in the corner and looked at the stage.
The constantly flickering flashes of light surrounding the girl fell into his eyes, but still did not cause any ripples.
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