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A few days later, the first-week sales figures for "You Are the Apple of My Eye" came out.

"120,000! A full 120,000!"

Xue Zhiqian clutched the thin report, his hands trembling like someone with Parkinson's disease. In the 500-square-meter apartment, he slid to his knees and knelt for two meters with a "whoosh."

The sound of knees scraping against the floor was painful to hear.

But he was too preoccupied with the pain to care about anything else.

This guy launched himself off the ground, shoving reports in everyone's faces and waving them around, looking as smug as a nouveau riche who had just won five million in the lottery.

"Did you see that?! Did you see that? 120,000 in the first week! Am I going to be famous? Should I buy some sunglasses to keep out the paparazzi?"

Chang Shilei pushed his face away in disgust and continued to fine-tune the audio tracks on the mixing console.

"Only 120,000? Is it really that big of a deal? Sissi's single sold almost 700,000 in its first week. Jay Chou's album started at 300,000 in its first week. Yours doesn't even cover their exhaust fumes."

"How can that be the same!"

Xue Zhiqian stiffened his neck, speaking with righteous indignation, not feeling ashamed at all.

To be honest, for a complete newcomer with absolutely no reputation in this era of fierce competition, to achieve sales of 120,000 copies in the first week is already incredibly lucky!

"Alright, stop howling."

Yu Le tapped the table lightly with his knuckles.

"I've already spent seven million on marketing and promotion, and this is nothing compared to what you've achieved. You're already getting cocky? What will you be like when the movie comes out in a couple of days? You'll be flying to heaven!"

Xue Zhiqian chuckled and fawned over Yu Le, massaging his legs.

"Boss, I'm just getting a little too excited. Give me a straight answer, will the movie... be a hit?"

I don't know if it's popular or not.

Yu Le glanced at the huge GG sign outside the window, which had the poster for "You Are the Apple of My Eye" printed on it.

In the poster, Shen Jiayi has her hair tied in a ponytail, and Ke Jingteng is wearing a school uniform. The two are sitting back to back on the breakwater.

That was the youth of one generation, or even two generations.

"All I know is that whether you're a millennial or a 90s kid, you'll have to walk out of the movie theater crying."

.......

July 10th.

Huaxing International Cinema, Haidian District.

Even though it was a weekday afternoon, the cinema entrance was packed with people; the scene was even more exaggerated than the Spring Festival travel rush for tickets.

The ticket hall was packed with people, and even with the air conditioning on full blast, it couldn't suppress the restless youthful hormones.

Looking around, all I could see were young faces.

High school students who had just taken off their school uniforms, college couples who were out on dates during their summer vacation, and many die-hard fans holding support light sticks and with Q-version stickers of Liu Qianqian on their faces.

You can even see a few middle-aged programmers wearing plaid shirts and with receding hairlines, looking out of place among the youthful crowd, yet still self-righteous.

After all, who hasn't had a Shen Jiayi in their life?

In the VIP lounge.

Ning Hao sat on the leather sofa, his legs shaking so fast it looked like he was working on a sewing machine, making one worry he might take off at any moment.

The unlit cigarette in his hand had been crushed to pieces, and tobacco had spilled all over his crotch.

"Old Yu, do you think... it can work?"

Ning Hao swallowed hard, his voice dry as if he had been thirsty in the desert for three days.

"This is a youth film, you know. There aren't any big scenes or special effects. Do you think these kids will buy into it? What if they all fall asleep during filming? Where will I put my face then?"

Yu Le held a glass of iced soda in his hand, the straw flattened from his bite, and stared listlessly at the clock on the wall.

Upon hearing this, he lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced at the future famous director.

"Don't worry about it."

Yu Le shook the ice cubes in the glass, making a crisp sound.

"There's no way he'll fall asleep. At most, he'll cry himself to death and become dehydrated, or he'll want to rush up and beat you up."

Ning Hao's lips twitched slightly.

Are you trying to comfort me or scare me?

"This is a teaser."

Yu Le's lips curled into a playful smile, his eyes revealing a mischievous sense of "the more trouble the better."

"Besides, we have the fairy sister here, right? Even if your photos aren't great, as long as you can capture her beauty, the fans will forgive you."

Liu Qianqian is touching up her makeup while sitting in front of the makeup mirror.

Upon hearing this, the little girl rolled her eyes at him from the mirror.

"Yu Le! Can't you wish me well for once?"

Today, Liu Qianqian specially changed back into the outfit from the movie.

A simple white short-sleeved shirt, a pleated skirt, and a high ponytail.

She had no extra jewelry, only that face that, though without makeup, was still stunningly beautiful.

She's like Shen Jiayi straight out of a movie poster—vibrant, lively, and exuding a first-love feeling that makes you want to fall in love at first glance.

At this moment, however, this "nation's first love" was so nervous that her palms were sweating.

She secretly grabbed a handful of White Rabbit candies from the table, unwrapped one, and popped it into her mouth, trying to use the sugar to relieve her anxiety about facing the audience's scrutiny.

in the corner.

Xue Zhiqian was practicing deep breathing in front of the corner of the wall, muttering to himself.

"I'm the best! I'm not nervous! I'm not nervous... Stay calm, I'm going to be a superstar!"

This is his first time appearing in such a large setting, and he will be going on stage to sing a few lines later.

This guy was dressed impeccably today, in a white shirt and black trousers, his hair neatly combed. If he didn't speak, he would indeed have the air of a romantic prince.

But as soon as he moves, his inherent goofy nature can't be hidden.

"Qianqian, stop practicing."

Yang Nuo pushed open the door and came in, holding a walkie-talkie in her hand, looking very capable.

"Almost there, get ready to go in. The movie is about to start."

……

The huge IMAX theater was packed to capacity.

With a snap, all the lights in the theater went out.

The previously noisy discussions instantly disappeared, and hundreds of eyes were fixed on the huge screen.

The dragon emblem flashed by.

Immediately afterwards, a salted fish logo flipping over appeared on the screen, with four large characters below it: Salted Fish Entertainment.

The movie begins.

There was no grand opening.

It was just a sunny afternoon, and the cicadas were chirping incessantly.

The camera panned across the blackboard with the sign "No Early Romantic Relationships," then across the mountain of test papers piled on the desks, finally settling on Hu Ge's young and irritating face.

Ko Ching-teng.

That carefree, big boy who always had a sweat stain on the back of his shirt and rode a bicycle.

As the plot unfolded, bursts of laughter began to erupt in the theater.

Under Yu Le's direction, Ning Hao perfectly captured the "creepy" and "chuunibyou" (adolescent delusions of grandeur) of teenage boys.

I got caught masturbating during class.

Various childish actions taken to attract girls' attention.

And then there's that classic phrase, "erection."

These slightly risqué jokes don't feel vulgar; instead, they evoke a genuine sense of warmth and familiarity.

"Holy crap! Isn't this just like me back in the day?"

A boy in the front row couldn't help but slap his thigh, laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face.

"I did that in high school too! I'd prop my English book up to block the light and sleep like a log!"

His girlfriend next to him pinched him in disgust, but couldn't help but smile.

Yu Le sat in the corner of the last row, pulled his hat brim low, and observed the reactions of the audience.

Stable.

The early jokes were plentiful and natural, and the audience's emotions were fully engaged.

When Liu Qianqian, who plays Shen Jiayi, first walked into the classroom with her hair in a ponytail against the light.

A collective gasp filled the entire theater.

So beautiful.

That kind of beauty is not the kind of aggressive, flamboyant beauty, but a kind of pure beauty that is gentle and subtle.

Like a glass of chilled lemonade on a summer day, it's sweet and sour, and refreshing.

"I can't take it anymore... I want to fall in love..."