Huayu: This celebrity doesn't follow the rules.

Chapter 31 A Gathering of Young Actors (Seeking Recommendations and Monthly Tickets for My New Book)
"Director~" The senior student who played Green Fence suddenly jogged over, smelling faintly of citrus perfume, "I heard a new one opened in Sanlitun..."

"Let's go sing karaoke!" Meng Ziyi suddenly raised her voice. "I know a place with really good sound systems in their VIP rooms."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly as her gaze swept over Jiang Ye.

The girls immediately cheered.

The senior student in the camel coat "accidentally" knocked over a wine glass, and the wine splashed onto Yu Menglong's jeans, leaving a dark stain.

"Ah! I'm sorry..."

She hurriedly pulled out a tissue, and as she bent down, her long hair brushed against Yu Menglong's knees.

Ou Hao whistled and leaned close to Jiang Ye's ear: "See that? The girls studying acting this year..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Ye pushed him away with his elbow.

On the way to the karaoke bar, Jiang Ye walked at the back.

The girls in front huddled together, whispering and occasionally bursting into giggles.

He overheard snippets of conversation: "Investors' daughters came to visit the set," "I heard his uncle is...", "Yu Menglong's magazine sales last time..."

Meng Ziyi gradually fell to the back of the line, her high heels creaking on the ground.

“Ah Ye,” she suddenly turned her head, her breath blurring the smile on her lips, “you actually enjoy being chased, don’t you?”

Just as Jiang Ye was about to answer, cheers suddenly erupted from ahead.

Ou Hao somehow acquired a seven-seater minivan.

The car window reflected the midnight scene in Yanjing, and also Jiang Ye's suddenly awakened eyes.

What's gleaming in these girls' eyes—youthful hormones or ambitions for the industry?
This might be the real entertainment industry!
The commercial vehicle came to a smooth stop in front of "Golden Years".

This is a high-end club frequented by people in the industry. Uniformed security guards stand inside the marble revolving door, already used to celebrities coming and going.

“Room 888.” As Ou Hao tossed out his black card, he caught a glimpse of two female students adjusting their skirts.

The one in the camel coat deliberately lagged behind, revealing her slender ankles.

The private room was bigger than I had imagined.

Crystal chandeliers refracted countless spots of light on the black mirrored ceiling, a leather circular sofa surrounded a marble coffee table, and there was even a small dance floor in the corner.

"Director, sit in the center!" Ou Hao pushed Jiang Ye towards the middle, while he himself took the opportunity to hug the two female seniors and sink into the sofa on the right.

As soon as Yu Menglong took off his mask, he was immediately blocked in front of the song selection station by a senior student in a camel coat: "Teacher Yu, please select 'A Little Happiness' for me~"

Meng Ziyi suddenly grabbed Jiang Ye's sleeve: "Aye, let's go over there."

She pulled him to sit in the curved corner on the left, a spot that avoided the overhead light and created a natural private space in the shadows.

Finally, the senior student wearing a beret tried to follow, but Meng Ziyi shot her a sharp look and said, "Li Meng, Teacher Yu needs someone to help her choose a song."

The beret pursed its lips, and as it turned around, its Chanel hobo bag "accidentally" brushed against Jiang Ye's back.

"Budweiser Black Gold, Yamazaki 12-year-old, fruit platter with kiwi, not dragon fruit."

Ou Hao, familiar with the place, ordered the food, then suddenly turned around with a mischievous grin: "Teacher Meng, what would you like to drink?"

"Long Island Iced Tea." Meng Ziyi took off her knitted cardigan, revealing a silk slip dress underneath that flowed like mercury.

After a few rounds of drinks, the private room became quite lively.

Ou Hao hugged his senior and sang "I Will Love You Till I Die," while Yu Menglong was forced to sing "Miss Dong."

Jiang Ye was looking down at the rough cut sent by the editor when a faint scent of orange blossom suddenly wafted to his nose.

Meng Ziyi had moved closer without him noticing, and her knee accidentally touched the outside of his thigh.

"Stop looking," she said softly, pushing a glass of chilled honey lemonade in front of him. "You've drunk too much tonight."

The moment her fingertips touched the rim of the cup, she withdrew her hand as if burned.

Ou Hao cheered from the other side, "Teacher Meng, give us one!" and shoved the microphone over.

Meng Ziyi happily took the microphone, her hair brushing against Jiang Ye's cheek: "Then I'll sing one..." She loves singing the most...

As the prelude began, everyone was filled with anticipation.

Everyone quieted down, preparing to enjoy the beautiful singing of the female lead.

Meng Ziyi took a deep breath...

I heard raindrops falling on the green grass.

The very first line was so off-key it sounded like the Himalayas, and Yu Menglong spat out a mouthful of wine onto the coffee table.

"Great!" Ou Hao clapped wildly. "This adaptation has a postmodern deconstructionist style!"

Meng Ziyi got more and more into her singing, completely off-key but extremely into it.

When she sang "I didn't understand love when I fell in love with you," she turned around and smiled brightly at Jiang Ye, her eyes shining like they were full of stars.

"I'm so lucky to have met you~" The last sentence was slurred so loudly that it was earth-shattering, but she herself seemed oblivious to it.

The private room was quiet for a moment, then erupted in thunderous applause.

The beret-wearing senior laughed so hard she kept punching Yu Menglong's shoulder, and Ou Hao even whistled.

"Ah Ye," Meng Ziyi said, panting as she sat back down next to Jiang Ye, her cheeks flushed with excitement and alcohol, "how did I sing?"

She leaned closer unconsciously, very close!
Jiang Ye lied and said, "It has a very personal style."

"Really?" Her eyes lit up, and she suddenly leaned to the side. "How about we sing 'Hiroshima Mon Amour' together later?"

Jiang Ye: "..."

They partied until 2 a.m. before breaking up, and Ou Hao and Yu Menglong each left with a girl.

Actually, the entertainment industry is quite casual.

Male celebrities also need to satisfy their physical needs, so they usually seek out people within the entertainment industry.

The management companies usually turn a blind eye to these things, as long as they don't go too far. Some even recommend reliable groups to their artists.

After all, it's less likely to go wrong if it's introduced by an acquaintance.

If a girl is ambitious and wants to become the official girlfriend, then we'll have to see what methods she uses.

Male celebrities like Ou Hao aren't stupid; they won't let them rise to the top easily.

For them, having their official girlfriend announced is something that must bring them status and resources.

Take Ma Sichun, for example...

It's realistic, yet reasonable!
……

At 3 a.m. in Yanjing, a taxi stopped in front of an apartment building near the Beijing Film Academy.

Jiang Ye half-supported, half-carried Meng Ziyi into the dimly lit stairwell, the motion-activated lights flickering with each step.

She clung limply to him, the scent of orange blossom perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol in her hair, growing stronger in the narrow stairwell.

Meng Ziyi was very drunk, but before she "fell unconscious," she accurately gave the location of the apartment she rented near the school.

The moment the door was pushed open, Jiang Ye smelled a faint scent of fragrance.

A pair of fluffy slippers lay scattered in the entryway, the pink bunny ear style one crookedly stuck on the edge of the shoe cabinet.

Unopened express delivery boxes were piled up in the corner of the living room, a half-dry script was weighed down by a paperweight on the coffee table, and a half-lipstick mark remained next to the highlighter annotations.

"I want to drink water," Meng Ziyi mumbled indistinctly, but her body subtly guided Jiang Ye toward the bedroom.

After Jiang Ye helped her to the bedroom, she lay on her back on the bed. The fabric in front of her body was slightly concave and naturally bulging, and the faint curves wrapped under the soft clothes trembled slightly with her deliberately slowed breathing, outlining a hazy and enchanting scene in the warm yellow light.

Her red lips parted slightly, revealing half of her glistening tongue, and her beige knitted skirt rolled up to her thighs with her movements, outlining a breathtaking curve.

(End of this chapter)