No brains
After finishing work at night, Ji Rongyu got into Lu Xinyang's nanny car as usual.
After waiting for about a minute, the car was still quiet. He turned to look at Lu Xinyang with a serious expression: "What's wrong with you?"
What happened? Who sewed Lu Xinyang's mouth shut?
Lu Xinyang didn't know that Ji Rongyu's stereotype of him was so serious. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Nothing. It's just that when my uncle came here before, I thought my mother would come. She made me angry, so...she should come to see me."
Oh, Ji Rongyu was immediately relieved, it was just an internal family conflict.
Otherwise I would have thought he had suffered a blow this afternoon.
"Your mother is quite busy, isn't she? Besides, the conflict between you two has nothing to do with right or wrong, it's just a matter of different ideas. She also knows that you won't give up halfway, so letting you continue filming here is already a concession on her part."
"You two won't have a chance to resolve your issues before you finish filming, so why bother coming?" Ji Rongyu asked back, "What if you get stubborn? Do you want her to have another public argument with you?"
Lu Xinyang muttered, "Why do you make me sound so unreasonable and stubborn... am I?"
"You didn't?" Ji Rongyu said, "When we were still in Yuntu, the hotel swimming pool was drained for routine maintenance. Who couldn't swim but insisted on jumping into the pool to run? If it wasn't you, then what about me?"
Lu Xinyang shut up.
Ji Rongyu glanced at him, then turned away and continued, "And your mother isn't just worried about you suffering while filming, I think she's also worried about you being too ambitious. Even though you come from a wealthy family, it doesn't mean you'll definitely become a big star. If someone doesn't like you, then they don't like you. There's no point in forcing them to be popular."
"..." Lu Xinyang fell silent. Although Ji Rongyu was not speaking for him, he suddenly realized that what Ji Rongyu said was actually the same as what Wen Zhuo said.
He always said that he wanted to be a big star, but that was because he didn't understand the difference between a star and an actor from the beginning.
Now he understood, and two roads opened before him.
But perhaps there are more than two.
What if he never becomes a big star in his lifetime? What if he never becomes a good actor?
"...Look at Mr. Wen Zhuo. He's acting so well now, but his debut drama wasn't much worse than this. Acting really requires talent..."
Lu Xinyang was still a little distracted, and nodded habitually when he heard this: "I have."
Ji Rongyu paused and continued, "But talent alone isn't enough. Otherwise, you won't find the right role or be buried and unable to make a name for yourself. You also need some luck..."
"I have one too."
Ji Rongyu: "...and none of the above are the most important. The most important thing is to have a brain."
Without waiting for Lu Xinyang's knee-jerk self-confidence to emerge again, Ji Rongyu directly threw out the conclusion: "You don't have this!"
"Tsk!" Tang Lin covered his mouth but still let out a leaky laugh. The nanny car drove right to the door of the hotel and stopped. Ji Rongyu opened the door and left without looking back.
"Huh?" Lu Xinyang was still staring at his back, completely out of his mind. "Why is he suddenly so mean to me?"
And Ji Rongyu was getting further and further away.
And he was still angry even after he walked away.
He was really worrying for no reason! Anything could happen to Lu Xinyang, except for him being defeated! He was just using his overwhelming self-confidence to attack others!
It was already late when he returned to the room, but Ji Rongyu still took out a bath towel from his suitcase and took a shower. Lu Xinyang then ran over and knocked on the door, but he pretended not to hear.
After taking a shower, he felt sleepy again. He tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep, so he opened his phone and checked Weibo.
When I checked, I found that Ke Yule had just updated her post five minutes ago, with pictures of candid photos of female celebrities and her own paintings.
Ji Rongyu opened her dialog box: "Are you still working?"
The message came back quickly: "I won't talk to you until I pay you back."
"So tough," Ji Rongyu complimented perfunctorily, "What kind of job have you taken on now? Producing for celebrities?"
"Well, I have to draw five, and pretend I'm her fan on Weibo," Ke Yule continued typing, not sending a voice message. "But I think their studio is too insecure. Should I pretend? I really want to be her fan! I'm tired of drawing the task pictures, so I'll just draw one more and then take a break!"
"If this can be called a rest, then you really are a fan of her," Ji Rongyu said.
"you do not say!"
Before he could say anything else, Ke Yule sent another message: "I won't talk to you anymore. Our female celebrity is here to inspect our work."
"Still working overtime so late?"
"Triple overtime pay!"
Just before Jian Zhen pushed the door open, Ke Yule closed the WeChat window and continued coloring according to the reference picture provided by the studio.
"Everyone must be tired. Take a break and come over for some midnight snack." Several hotel staff members wearing aprons came in behind Jian Zhen, each holding a food box with a logo in their hands. When they put them on the table, they almost piled up into a small mountain.
The assistant who was still busy revising the activity plan immediately ran over with a beaming smile: "Thank you, sister! I'm so grateful for your help!"
"Nothing," Jian Zhen said with a smile, "They were all sent by my ex-boyfriend."
She specially picked up a box of snacks and brought it to Ke Yule's table, and Ke Yule thanked her in a low voice.
Originally, Ke Yule didn't need to come to the studio specifically, she could just draw at home. However, Jian Zhen liked her style very much and wanted to communicate with her in person about some character design and painting details, so he invited her over.
"My sister's ex-boyfriend worked really hard," the assistant joked, as they had gotten to know each other better. "But our sister isn't someone who can be impressed by hard work alone."
"That's right." Jian Zhen took off the styling hat on his head and used a comb to carefully comb his hair, paying special attention to the roots of his hair that were aching slightly.
The assistant added, "I've learned all the little he knows from following my sister around, but he still doesn't know how to improve. Now that we've broken up, he's pestering me again. I think he's far inferior to my sister's ex-ex, not to mention his new brother-in-law."
"Do you still remember my ex-ex?" Jian Zhen leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment, "Oh, indeed, it's hard not to be impressed by his face."
Publicists and planners jumped in, asking, "Who's the ex-ex? The one in the band?"
"No, the band is the ex-ex-ex." said the assistant.
Jian Zhen didn't care about chatting with them about his own affairs, and said lightly: "My ex-ex was my high school classmate, and we met again in college. But when I asked him, he didn't even know that he and I went to the same high school."
Xuan Xuan took a big bite of Snow Meringue in surprise: "No way? You're so beautiful and yet someone doesn't remember you? He's not pretending, is he?"
"It's true. He and I didn't have much interaction in high school," Jian Zhen said. "But I remember when I was in my third year of high school, I passed by their classroom and their teacher called the roll at the podium. He said those who hadn't done their homework should stand up on their own initiative. Then he was the only one who stood up in the class, and he did it quickly and stood straight."
She paused here and commented, "That back view was so funny. I remember it very clearly."
"So... you like him because he's funny?" the planner asked hesitantly. She felt that she couldn't imagine what it would be like for Jian Zhen to be with someone so funny.
"No, didn't Xiao Wan say that? I just like him because he's handsome."
Jian Zhen looked up at her assistant Xiao Wan, who had a lot in common with her on this matter. Xiao Wan immediately said, "He's really handsome, but he's not smart at all! I once asked him when his first kiss was, and guess what he said? He actually said he didn't know!"
Xiao Wan used a very dramatic tone and exaggerated expression, trying to recreate her shock at the time: "That guy actually said that a first kiss depends on the guidance of fate! He said that he hasn't seen any guidance yet, because when he and his sister went out, neither of them fell into each other's arms, nor did they kiss for no reason, and there was no chance of encountering sudden obstacles or tests. Oh my God! Listen to this guy, is he crazy?"
"What is he talking about? Isn't that all the plot from Mary Sue TV dramas?" Xiao Wan said in disbelief. "I thought those kinds of dramas were made to trick young girls like me who have never been in a relationship. How come male college students who have never been in a relationship also fall for it?"
"Yeah, he really wasn't suitable for me," Jian Zhen said. "It just so happened that I ran into my ex again at that time, so I dumped him."
Seeing their curiosity surpassing one another, even Ke Yule, who usually kept her distance from everyone, looked up. Jian Zhen continued, "You've all met my ex. I met him in the hospital. He had a leg injury and went in for a checkup. I noticed his cast was the cleanest of all the other patients. Later, because I cheated on him, he was beaten by my ex-ex and his hand was broken. I admired how he took care of the cast. It was quite interesting."
Ke Yule was listening with great interest and couldn't help asking, "What about the current one?"
"I met my current boyfriend in the studio where we were filming a commercial. During a break, he wanted to listen to some music and accidentally connected it to my Bluetooth. The songs he chose were very tasteful, and we ended up getting together while chatting." Smelling the aroma of food that was increasingly permeating the room, Jian Zhen asked Xiao Wan for a pair of chopsticks and took a few bites with restraint.
Once the topic of ex and current boyfriend was brought up, everyone had a lot to talk about and the studio became more and more lively.
As Xiao Wan unpacked the new lunch box, he casually said, "My new brother-in-law seems alright. He's very quiet and down-to-earth. I even heard him say the other day that he wanted to go on a trip with my sister. Go..."
She suddenly stopped talking mid-sentence, but Jian Zhen nodded calmly: "Yes, he asked me to go to Barcelona."
"But isn't the anniversary of my uncle and aunt's death coming soon..."
Xiao Wan was still afraid that she would be sad, so he lowered his voice so that no one else could hear it except Jian Zhen.
But Jian Zhen said, "That's why we have to go. Our family used to go there every year. My parents met there, and it's their favorite city."
She faced the other people in the studio without even stopping to eat, and no one noticed any change in the atmosphere.
Only Ke Yule couldn't help but look at her a few more times, as if he had found some little Easter egg among the flowers, and said, "Sister Jian, I noticed that your chopstick holding posture is very standard."
Jian Zhen moved the chopsticks in his hand twice more, turned around and smiled, "Thank you. When I was a child, when I was practicing using chopsticks, I was looking forward to someone praising me like this one day."
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