Shang Yechu stood there stunned, as if he had been punched.
Am I okay?
Signing autographs and taking photos is just part of an artist's job; finding an assistant to settle the girl is a simple matter. As for wiping her tears—what else can you do? You can't just leave her there.
Are these little things really so precious in the eyes of fans?
The girl wiped away her tears with both hands: "You are the best person to me in this world. I'm fat, ugly, and stupid, but you're the only one who's the best to me... hiccup."
Shang Yechu had a vague feeling that something was amiss. Although the girl before her was dressed like a member of the "non-mainstream, funeral-themed" family, her clothes were well-tailored, and she wore a longevity lock around her neck. Even if she wasn't from a wealthy family, she was at least middle class. If her parents treated her badly, why would they have gotten her a longevity lock...?
"Where are your parents?" Shang Yechu asked tentatively.
The girl said indignantly, "All they do is hire tutors for me! They say I won't get into university with these grades, and they scold me every day, hiccup." At this point, her sadness was stirred up again, and she wiped away her tears and began to sob. "I'm useless myself. I only scored a little over 300 on my first year of high school final exam. I'm good for nothing, and I even like to lie to people."
11:45.
Shang Yechu stared silently at the girl in front of him for a long time before sighing resignedly.
Shang Yechu put away her phone, lowered her head, and wiped away the girl's tears. Once her sobs subsided, she slowly said, "Actually, I only scored a little over two hundred points on my college entrance exam."
The girl's eyes widened in surprise as she stared at Ye Chu in disbelief. She seemed unable to believe that the clever and quick-witted Ye Chu had such a dark past.
"I have to memorize the lines in the script dozens or hundreds of times before I can remember them. I forget them all after filming. When I have an interview, my assistant and agent have to give me the speech three days in advance so that I have enough time to memorize it."
A scene of an obese comedian memorizing his lines flashed before my eyes, then vanished. That was a long time ago.
“So you see,” Shang Yechu laughed, “I’m not some god-like person you have to love. In fact, my IQ is not as high as yours.”
Normally, hearing Shang Yechu say such things would be worse than death for her. But at this moment, she blurted them out naturally, without the slightest hesitation.
"I've gotten to where I am today because I love myself very much," Shang Yechu said.
The way Shang Yechu said that was so funny it made the show very entertaining, and 103 couldn't help but chuckle at the humor.
"I have no right to interfere in your parents' and your affairs." Shang Yechu lowered her head and wiped away the girl's tears. "What happens to you in the future is entirely up to you. I just hope you love yourself and are happy."
She didn't say "Study hard and make progress every day," nor did she say "Be filial to your parents and don't idolize celebrities." Instead, she said something that even she herself couldn't do, and used that to comfort others.
103 felt a sense of absurdity. But this was Shang Yechu; she often did many absurd things. This was just the most insignificant one.
The girl gradually stopped crying and stared blankly at Shang Yechu.
Shang Yechu put on a mask and wig, then put his arm around the girl and walked out. As they walked, he said, "I'll take you back to your hotel for the night. Tomorrow, whether you want to go see your parents or your fan club, I'll have my assistant take you."
The girl walked out with Shang Yechu in a daze, then suddenly sniffed and said, "I want to stay by your side, is that okay?"
"Be my director?" Shang Yechu chuckled. "Or my agent, screenwriter, assistant, driver, or bodyguard?"
"What do you lack most?" the girl asked earnestly.
"Of course it's the screenwriter," Shang Yechu complained dramatically. "You don't know, there are fewer and fewer good scripts in the Chinese entertainment industry. The probability of finding a satisfactory screenwriter is smaller than finding a meteorite on the street." This statement was indeed true.
"Then I'll become a screenwriter from now on." The girl's breathing quickened. "I'll only write scripts for you!"
"Hmm." Shang Yechu showed an exaggerated expression of emotion. "Then I'll wait and see. But being a good screenwriter is very difficult. You need to be knowledgeable in astronomy, geography, language, history, and even mathematics, physics, and chemistry... You're going to be very busy in the future."
"I'm not afraid!" the girl exclaimed excitedly. "I can switch between fifty accounts on Weibo every day to complete tasks! What's this little thing?"
Shang Yechuxin said, "No wonder your grades are so bad in your first year of high school," but a smile spread across her face: "Wow, then I've lost a data genius, but I've gained an outstanding screenwriter. This is truly a deal that's incredibly profitable."
The girl's intention was to boast about her data analysis skills so she wouldn't appear useless in front of Ye Chu. Unexpectedly, Ye Chu said something that sounded like he was telling her to stop doing data analysis altogether.
The girl initially wanted to argue, but then she thought, anyone can do data analysis. Ye Chu now has a high-grossing film, so data is no longer the main battleground. Screenwriters are a rare and much more important position.
"Hmm!" the girl said, "You'll see!"
This girl wasn't completely hopeless, and Shang Yechu finally felt relieved. Communicating with children is difficult in this respect. Directly telling her "I don't need data" would definitely discourage her, making her feel worthless, and might even cause her to unfollow and turn against her; lecturing her to stop doing data and focus on her studies would likely trigger a rebellious streak in a child her age.
Shang Yechu's brain was working just as fast as it was during the roadshow, and it finally made some difference.
Of course, she didn't believe that this girl could become a great screenwriter in the future. She just hoped that these words would make the girl do less data work, read more books, and study harder.
She was her fan. She hoped she was doing well.
Shang Yechu helped the girl into the car, and just before closing the door, she remembered the girl's name—the signature she had made when signing autographs.
"Go back and get some rest, Xiaoxiao." Shang Yechu patted her head. "I hope you'll always be smiling, just like your name suggests."
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