The birth of an actor

Chapter 103 Stay away from him
Anxin does read the news, but he only reads the school's internal news and some newspapers and magazines that the school subscribes to.

The journalism department has mandatory requirements for these readings, and Anxin naturally wouldn't violate them.

However, the newspapers we read at school... their content was actually quite clear: nothing more than moral education, people's livelihood, and so on. Gossip or anything with ulterior motives basically didn't get in.

In addition, he was hospitalized and preparing for a role during this period, so the required reading volume required by the school was obviously not going to be met.

Therefore, he really didn't know anything about Wang Shuo.

After hearing Sun Desheng's words, he couldn't help but ask:
"Which newspaper said that?"

"You forgot...you didn't know about this?"

"do not know."

"The arguments have been really fierce lately. A lot of people are saying Wang Shuo must have offended someone. Before, he was just arguing with others, but now every newspaper and magazine is criticizing him, but for some reason, he doesn't retaliate at all. Do you think he might have backed down? I don't think so. Anyone could back down, but he definitely wouldn't. That's the madman Wang Shuo..."

"..."

An Xin ignored Sun Desheng's rambling and didn't care why the interview had gone off-topic from the very beginning.

Instead, he was recalling the divination Wang Shuo had performed during the Lunar New Year, as well as the scattered fragments of his memory.

Wang Shuo did indeed go to the United States, I think it was after he was banned in China, and then I hadn't heard from him for many years. But back then, he was completely indifferent to the so-called "Beijing School of Literature." Although he is now attracted by "Teahouse" and starting to develop an interest, it is currently limited to Mr. Lao She... He hasn't read any of Wang Shuo's books yet.

So this is where it all started?
He frowned.

At this moment, Sun Desheng also realized he had gone off-topic and quickly said:
"We've gone off-topic, let's start over..."

"……it is good."

Relieved, he nodded.

……

To be honest, Da Sheng's interview was quite amateurish.

Most of the questions asked were things like, "What are Su Youpeng and Wang Shuo like in private?", "What are they like in private?", and "Oh? You know Xu Qing? Really? I don't believe it."

This can certainly be considered an interview, and it could even be said to be the first time that "actor An Xin" has been interviewed.

But the question is... is it really okay to be so reckless?

You're a top student from the Journalism Department of Renmin University, so why are you so focused on becoming a tabloid reporter?
As for whether this interview can be used, Anxin doesn't know.

Anyway, being rejected by the teacher is definitely not the interviewee's fault.

After the interview, Da Sheng left. An Xin checked the time and, finding that Fan Bing had less than twenty minutes before class, immediately made a phone call.

Fan Bing replied very quickly:

"Hey, what's wrong?...Hey, why aren't you in class?"

"I couldn't go today... I have a question for you. Wang Shuo has been getting criticized these past few days?"

"You don't know?"

The girl's voice, tinged with surprise, rang out:
"I thought you already knew."

"I only heard about it from my classmate today. What happened?"

"Hmm, I heard someone talking about this on the radio at noon today, saying that his 'hooligan literature' is driving a revival of 'rogue culture.' But I don't know the specifics. But it's just a literary matter. Who hasn't criticized Wang Shuo over the years? There are always a few verbal battles every year, it's not surprising."

"Okay. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."

"...You called me just to ask this?"

"Oh right, you should go to bed early tonight, you have an audition tomorrow."

"Okay, bye-bye."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Anxin glanced at her classmates waiting nearby, quickly moved aside, and went back to her dormitory.

To reiterate, combining his memory with the old fortune teller's divination, he estimated that this was Wang Shuo's tribulation.

The calamity has already begun to unfold; the rest is up to him.

……

At noon on the 14th, when Anxin called Fan Bing back, she was told, "I don't know if I passed or not. I'll go back and wait for your notification."

Clearly, neither of them knew whether the audition went well or poorly.

However, there was some good news for Anxin: he could finally wash his hair, although he still had to be careful. But at least the scabs were thick enough to allow for washing.

The 15th was a Saturday.

Anxin took a few books and a list of interview questions she had written and returned to Jishuitan.

Just like Sun Desheng interviewed him, he also planned to interview Fan Bing.

After practicing my kung fu at Grandpa Sun's place in the morning, I still didn't see her.

Somewhat puzzled, I made the call and learned that Fan Bing had gone to Liang Zi's place.

Liang Zi's hired model took the day off, so she went to help out for the day.

So, just as noon approached, Anxin, who was planning to go out for a bowl of latte, suddenly heard a horn blaring from the doorway before he even left.

"Drip."

"Drip."

Anxin didn't take it seriously at first, until she heard a knock on the door:
"Peace of mind, peace of mind?"

"Eh."

Anxin responded with a puzzled look and left the room.
"Who?"

"I, open the door."

A woman's voice rang out.

Anxin was taken aback:
"Sister Qing?"

"Okay, open the door quickly, come and get your things."

"coming."

Just as he was wondering why Xu Qing had come over, he quickly opened the door and saw several boxes lying on the ground. The Honda was parked right in front of the door.

Wearing a thick trench coat and large sunglasses, Xu Qing pointed to the pile of things:
"Bring everything inside, I'll back the car out first."

"I'll keep an eye on it for you."

"Need not."

The woman skillfully began reversing the car.

Anxin then noticed that the items were mostly clothes, two shoe boxes, and some snacks.

Is this something I bought for myself?
Just as I was pondering this, after we finished moving everything, Xu Qing walked in and his first words were:

"Has the swelling gone down? Let me check the wound."

"It's okay now."

An Xin turned around immediately, showing Xu Qing the wound on the back of his head. Only then did Xu Qing feel relieved and say:
"I've been worried about you, so I came straight over as soon as I got off the plane. Have you eaten yet?"

"not yet."

"Come on, let me take you to eat. All these things are for you. I picked out shoes that were half a size larger than usual, just to see if they fit... Why is it so cold in your room? Don't you have a stove?"

"Uh……"

Seeing her frown, Anxin subconsciously shook her head:
"It's not cold... These things are too expensive..." "Even if they are expensive, you can't return them. I bought them for you in Shanghai, so if you want to return them, you have to go to Shanghai. Why don't you go?"

One sentence from him completely silenced Anxin's anger.

Seeing his speechless expression, Xu Qing felt inexplicably happy and unconsciously pinched An Xin's cheek:
"Okay, go try on the shoes, I'm afraid they'll be too small. Then I'll take you out to eat."

Anxin could only do as instructed, and to her surprise, the shoes fit quite well.

One pair of sneakers is Nike, and the other is Adidas.

He estimated it would cost at least a thousand.

Not to mention those few outfits.

Without changing his clothes, Xu Qing seemed hungry and called out to him to go eat.

After Anxin got into the car, she gently pulled Anxin's head and examined the wound closely. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the wound, she pressed around it and felt the swelling gradually soften before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Have you experienced dizziness or blurred vision recently?

"No, everything is normal."

"Really? Don't lie to me. Tell the truth, if it's true, let's go get it checked right away."

"Really not..."

Anxin continued shaking her head, then, glancing at the trunk in the back seat out of the corner of her eye, asked:
"Hasn't Sister Qing come home yet?"

"No, I was just worried about you. I came over as soon as I got off the plane. I was worried you weren't home... How did the audition go?"

"It was quite a success, I'd say."

Anxin spoke, a strange look appearing on her face:
"However, something rather interesting happened..."

After he recounted his story of being a "servant of four masters," Xu Qing was speechless.

"What a coincidence?"

"Yeah, right. I can't even imagine how coincidental it must have been for all of this to come together."

"Haha, you bet."

As Xu Qing drove, he remarked on the fact that four families were simultaneously recommending his younger brother, but he quickly realized:
"Wait, Director Zhao, I won't mention that... You know Xu Fan?"

"Correct."

"...You asked her if she still calls her sister-in-law?"

"Yes. Isn't she Feng Xiaogang's wife?"

"..."

Xu Qing's lips twitched, and he asked:

"Did she tell you to call me that?"

"No, I just called her that. Wang Shuo told me to call Feng Xiaogang 'Brother Feng,' and if I called her 'Sister-in-law,' wouldn't I have to call her that?"

"..."

Xu Qing was truly speechless, and even somewhat surprised:
"You know Wang Shuo?... I'm a little confused about your connections. Tell me, how did you get to know them? Including Director Zhao..."

"I met Director Zhao on the set of 'A Romantic Affair'..."

After a moment, once the relationship was explained, Xu Qing understood:
"I see, that's quite a convoluted story... But don't worry, did you know that Feng Xiaogang isn't actually divorced, and Xu Fan is just his mistress?"

"?"

Anxin was taken aback.

What the hell?
Seeing his younger brother's expression, Xu Qing shook his head helplessly:
"Although those who know him and Xu Fan know what's going on, the fact is that Feng Xiaogang is still not divorced and is separated from his wife. Xu Fan is a mistress who rose to power, just like Wang Shuo and Xu Jinglei's relationship. Do you understand?"

"..."

Anxin is truly speechless.

"Brother Feng isn't divorced yet?"

"Yes, his wife is a nurse at Yanjing Hospital."

"Then why did Xu Fan dare to..."

"You haven't been in the industry long, so you haven't seen much."

Xu Qing waved his hand casually:
"This industry is much more chaotic than you imagine. If you really want to develop your career here... you'll be in for a treat."

Hearing this, An Xin really didn't know how to refute it.

Because what they said is true.

Let alone now... even twenty years from now, there will be new melons every year and every month, and the old badgers will be replaced by new ones.

As he was thinking, Xu Qing suddenly remembered something and said:

"Oh, right."

"how?"

Are you close to Wang Shuo?

"...Not recently. He came to see me once before the New Year, with Sister Leilei. I haven't seen him since then."

"...Sister Leilei?"

For some reason, when Xu Qing heard this address, he was first taken aback, and then a look of displeasure appeared on his face.

With lightning speed, she grabbed his face:
"This little brat has quite a few older sisters, and he calls them quite affectionately, huh!"

"Eh? Ouch...it hurts...hiss...it hurts."

Upon hearing him say it hurt, Xu Qing subconsciously let go.

Seeing him rubbing his face, I let out a cold laugh:
"From now on, with me, she'll only be Xu Jinglei, understand?"

"Uh……"

"Who's your sister! Tell me!"

"You! My sister Qing is the best in the world!"

"Humph, that's pretty much it."

While Anxin muttered to herself, "Why are you so jealous?" the mature woman smiled smugly, but immediately changed the subject:
"From now on, stay away from Wang Shuo and her, understand?"

"...We weren't close to begin with. But...why?"

"Firstly, I don't like Xu Jinglei. She's too rebellious. If you spend too much time with her, you'll easily be corrupted. Secondly..."

At this point, Xu Qing paused.

After a few seconds, he said:

“He has offended quite a few people. You should stay away from him, or I’m afraid you’ll get involved.”

"?"

猹：
"Sister Qing."

"what?"

"Xisuo!"

(End of this chapter)