Huayu Entertainment: It was the young actress who took the initiative.

Chapter 83 Meng Ziyi: Yitong, help me teach him a lesson!

Saturday.

BJ, Chaoyang Joy City.

As Chen Mo's van drove into the underground parking garage, the faint sounds of noise outside could be heard through the car window.

The security guard next to me was shouting something on his walkie-talkie, and the buzzing of the crowd came from inside the mall like a tide.

Wang Lihua, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced back at him and said, "It's 9:40, and the area around us is already full."

Chen Mo nodded.

The car came to a complete stop.

He pushed open the car door, and the moment his feet touched the ground, a series of screams erupted from inside the glass door ahead—

"Chen Mo!!!"

"Guests, guests, guests, guests!"

The sound came through the thick glass door in a muffled manner, like waves crashing against rocks.

Chen Mo looked up.

Through the car window, he saw a sea of ​​heads, raised signs, and countless cell phones pointed at him.

The sign reads: "The 2017 version of Yang Kang, the Yang Kang I envision."

He took off his mask and smiled.

The moment the door opened, screams erupted like a burst dam.

He smiled and waved to his fans.

The light boards swayed above the crowd, forming a wave of light.

Walk through the passageway and into the backstage lounge.

As soon as the door opened, Yang Xuwen was already there.

He was sitting on the sofa scrolling through his phone when Chen Mo came in, and he immediately stood up: "Chen Mo!"

His tone was filled with genuine enthusiasm.

Chen Mo nodded to him: "You're here quite early."

"I couldn't sleep, so I woke up at six o'clock."

Yang Xuwen scratched his head, "This is my first time attending a meet-and-greet like this, I'm a little nervous."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door was pushed open again.

It was Meng Ziyi who peeked in.

She wore a lace blouse and a skirt, her hair was loose over her shoulders, and she wore light makeup.

"Chen Mo, Xu Wen, you've arrived!"

Her voice was filled with joy.

Yang Xuwen nodded at her and then said, "Ziyi, you've become quite popular lately. I saw on your Weibo that you have almost three million followers, right?"

Hearing Yang Xuwen's words, she couldn't help but smile smugly: "Thanks to Chen Mo, he played Yang Kang so well that my Mu Nianci also became a little popular."

Hearing this, Chen Mo suppressed a laugh and said to Yang Xu, "So, Ziyi still wants to repay kindness with enmity!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xuwen was a little stunned, but Meng Ziyi reacted quickly, her face flushed slightly, and then she glared at Chen Mo.

Then she sat down on the sofa opposite Chen Mo, took a sip of the mineral water handed to her by the staff, and glanced at Chen Mo from time to time.

The lounge was quiet for a while.

The door was pushed open.

Li Yitong walked in.

She wore a white dress today, with her hair casually draped over her shoulders, and looked very much like Huang Rong.

As soon as she entered the room, her gaze swept past Yang Xuwen and Meng Ziyi, and stopped on Chen Mo's face.

Then, with a smile, she greeted everyone: "You're all here!"

Meng Ziyi immediately moved to the side: "Sister Yitong, please sit here. Chen Mo just bullied me, please teach him a lesson for me!"

Should I reprimand him?

Isn't that like a lamb being led to the slaughter?

Li Yitong mentally scoffed, then walked over and sat down next to her, asking curiously, "Really? How did he bully you just now?"

"he----"

Meng Ziyi stammered, suddenly unsure of what to say, and felt somewhat embarrassed: "Anyway, they just bullied me."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh when they saw her like this.

"What's so funny? I could hear you laughing from outside the door."

Director Jiang Jiajun entered, wearing a dark blue Tang suit, his hair neatly combed, and he exuded a festive air.

He glanced around at the four young people in the room, then smiled and said, "You're all here. Okay, let's get ready to begin."

It was exactly 10:00 AM.

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Fifth floor of Chaoyang Joy City.

The fan meeting has officially begun.

The host was a top-notch presenter for Kiwi Fruit, skilled at navigating the show. After a few warm-up remarks, the fans' screams were almost deafening.

Director Jiang was the first to take the stage.

He stood on the stage, looking at the sea of ​​heads below, and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he slowly began to recount his experience during the casting process, starting with Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and Mu Nianci, and finally speaking of Yang Kang: "Last year when I was auditioning for the role of Yang Kang..."

He paused.

"I auditioned for more than a dozen male actors."

The audience fell silent.

"Chen Mo was the last one I tried."

Director Jiang's gaze swept across the crowd and landed on Chen Mo, who was standing on the side stage.

"But the moment he walked in and stood there, I knew that the Yang Kang I was looking for had appeared."

Director Jiang couldn't help but laugh: "First of all, it's because he is indeed handsome."

A burst of laughter immediately erupted from the audience.

"Secondly, it's because he has something very special about him."

Director Jiang carefully considered the wording: "The most difficult thing about playing Yang Kang is not being bad, but not being bad."

He was raised as Wanyan Honglie's own son from a young age, and he had everything he wanted. Everyone indulged him.

He has never suffered hardship or been wronged, and he doesn't know what it means to want something but not get it.

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He paused for a moment after saying this.

"So when fate suddenly turns against him and tells him that he is not a prince of the Jin Dynasty but a Song Dynasty person, his first reaction is not to accept his fate, but to be angry."

Many actors would portray this kind of anger as hysteria.

But Chen Mo's portrayal is one of bewilderment, like an eagle that has been raised in captivity from a young age and suddenly thrown into the wilderness.

He didn't know where to fly, who to trust, or whether he should hate the person who had lied to him for eighteen years.

Side platform.

Meng Ziyi quietly turned her head and glanced at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo stood still, his expression calm.

Meng Ziyi suddenly remembered a scene she had with Chen Mo on the set of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" last year.

She wasn't in a good mood that day, and she just couldn't find the feeling that Mu Nianci should have when looking at Yang Kang.

After filming his part, Chen Mo did not return to the dressing room.

He stood by the monitor, watching the playback over and over again.

Then he said to her, "Treat him as someone you're about to lose."

"You're afraid of losing him because you know he'll lose himself sooner or later."

She didn't quite understand at the time.

At that moment, she stood on the side stage, listening to Director Jiang talk about the captive eagle.

She suddenly seemed to understand.

At this point, after Director Jiang finished the opening, he invited the four main actors to come on stage. Yang Xuwen, Li Yitong, and Meng Ziyi appeared in turn, and the audience below reacted enthusiastically. However, when Chen Mo stepped onto the stage, the screams almost lifted the ceiling.

"Chen Mo—!"

"Yang Kang—!"

He stood in the center of the stage and bowed slightly to the audience around him.

Then came the Q&A session with the audience.

The first person to get the microphone was a boy wearing glasses.

He stood up, his voice trembling slightly: "I want to ask—Teacher Chen Mo."

All eyes were on them.

The boy took a deep breath: "In the scene at the Iron Spear Temple, what was you thinking in Yang Kang's eyes before he fell to the ground?"

On the stage.

Chen Mo thought for a moment, then said, "I was thinking about Mu Nianci."

The audience erupted in screams.

Meng Ziyi stood beside him, her face turning red instantly.

Yang Xu, standing nearby, whispered, "Ouch!"

Li Yitong first glanced at Chen Mo, expressionless, then turned and glared fiercely at Yang Xuwen, who had started the disturbance.

Yang Xuwen, who had been glared at, scratched his head, a little confused, wondering how he had offended her.

The host, standing nearby, promptly took control of the situation and arranged for the next fan to ask a question.

The second fan was a girl, her voice trembling slightly with nervousness: "I want to ask Ms. Meng Ziyi, in the scene where you choose a husband through martial arts, was your blushing a genuine reaction or just acting?"

Meng Ziyi held the microphone, her ears turning slightly red.

"Yes—it's true."

She paused, as if she had mustered up a great deal of courage.

"When Teacher Chen Mo walked towards me that day, I thought he was really handsome and very—"

She was stuck, unsure how to describe it.

Good-natured laughter rang out from the audience.

"that is----"

She finally gave up struggling, "Anyway, I really do blush when I see him."

"Woo~"

The audience below immediately started to jeer.

The audience then asked a few more questions about Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

Now it's time for the next segment: talent show.

Yang Xuwen was the first to appear.

He performed a flute solo.

The piece being played is a variation of the theme from "The Loyal Heart".

The pitch was accurate, and the breath control was steady.

Polite applause rang out from the audience.

Then the host announced, "Please welcome Mr. Chen Mo for his martial arts performance!"

The stage lights suddenly changed.

A spotlight shone down.

Chen Mo took off his coat, revealing a black tight-fitting T-shirt underneath.

He stood in the light and accepted the prop sword handed to him by a staff member.

Then he moved.

The sword tip flicked up, drawing a silver arc in the air.

Turn around, bend over, slash with the sword, and finish the stance.

The entire set of movements was fluid and graceful, with the sleeves fluttering like swallows.

The screams from the audience almost lifted the roof off.

Sheath your sword.

Chen Mo stood on the stage, his breathing steady.

The screams from the audience lasted for a full thirty seconds.

The host finally managed to get the situation under control: "Thank you, Professor Chen Mo! That was fantastic!"

Then the next name was announced: "Please welcome Ms. Li Yitong—classical dance!"

Li Yitong walked onto the stage.

She changed into a light blue dance costume, and her long hair was loosely tied up.

The music starts.

It is a purely instrumental version of the theme song from "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

She raised her hand, her sleeves fluttering lightly.

The movements are not complicated; in fact, they can be described as simple.

But each still frame looks like a person who has stepped out of an ancient painting.

He turned around, his gaze fixed, his fingertips tracing the air.

The song ended.

Li Yitong pulled up her sleeves and bowed slightly.

The audience erupted in applause.

The host walked onto the stage with a smile: "Thank you, Ms. Li Yitong! Okay, next one—"

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He glanced at his card.

"Teacher Meng Ziyi, the talent show is..."

He paused for a moment.

"Sing."

Side platform.

Chen Mo took the water handed to him by the staff and took a sip.

Upon hearing the word "singing".

He choked a little.

Li Yitong walked past him and went back to the lounge to change her clothes.

She paused for a moment.

Then she turned her head and glanced at Chen Mo.

That glance was expressionless.

But both of them understood what it meant.

Chen Mo put down the mineral water bottle, lowered his head, and tried to keep his lips tightly closed.

On the stage.

Mencius had already stood still.

She held the microphone and took a deep breath.

The accompaniment began.

It's the ending theme song of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", titled "The World of Jianghu".

The prelude is melodious.

Meng Ziyi began, "Cut a piece of time, and let it fall beside the Iron Spear Temple that year—"

It's out of tune.

It wasn't a slight, negligible off-key note.

Every note falls precisely outside the pitch.

Like a lost butterfly, it bumps around aimlessly on the musical staff.

The audience fell silent.

It wasn't polite silence.

It was the kind of silence that made the audience's brains collectively shut down.

When Chen Mo saw the camera turned towards him, he quickly lowered his head and raised his hand to cover his forehead.

Li Yitong stood two steps behind him, quickly keeping a straight face.

But the bottle of mineral water in her hand was already somewhat deformed from being squeezed.

On stage, Meng Ziyi held the microphone and sang very earnestly.

"Who once said they would protect her from harm for the rest of their lives?

From the beginning until now, she hasn't uttered a single sentence in tune.

Finally, some audience members couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Meng Ziyi slowly began to realize that something was wrong.

She stopped and stared blankly at the audience.

"Am I singing off-key?"

The whole place burst into laughter.

At this point, the host quickly went on stage to smooth things over: "Teacher Meng Ziyi is so adorable! Thank you to all three teachers for their wonderful performances—now we'll move on to the autograph session—"

The meeting ended at 5 p.m.

As Chen Mo left through the side door, the shouts of fans could still be heard from afar behind him.

Chen Mo arrived home at six o'clock in the evening.

He sat down on the sofa and turned on his phone.

Weibo post:

#Mengziyi's Nightingale in the Chinese Entertainment Industry#

7th on the trending searches

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment.

Then he clicked on it.

The first one is a short video that has been viewed more than three million times.

The video cover features Meng Ziyi standing on stage, holding a microphone, with a serious profile.

He clicked play.

"Cut a piece of time and let it fall beside the Iron Spear Temple of that year," Meng Ziyi's voice came from the phone speaker.

Chen Mo couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Meng Ziyi, that guy, made a fool of himself his whole life, and then he went all in at once!

He leaned back on the sofa, watching Meng Ziyi in the video sing the last line and ask blankly, "Was I off-key?" He watched the audience burst into laughter and watched the host rush to save the day.

The comments section burst out from the right side of the screen: "Help, I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe."

"This off-key singing is outrageous! Hahaha, every single line is off-key, how can that not be considered a talent?"

"Seeing how seriously she sang, I felt embarrassed to even laugh."

"I took a screenshot of Chen Mo's expression as he lowered his head to suppress his laughter! He was practically bursting with rage!"

Did you guys see the scene where Li Yitong squeezed the mineral water bottle? The bottle: What did I do wrong?

Chen Mo continued to slide down.

The comments section was even more lively.

"I watched it five times. Not because she sang well, but because I wanted to make sure she really wasn't off-key at all, and that she really did."

"Meng Ziyi's off-key singing is trending on social media, hahaha, she's so cute!"

"I'm not a fan, but I've watched this five times, and I laughed until my stomach hurt every time."

"The wronged look on her face afterwards made everyone want to say, 'Okay, okay, you weren't singing off-key, I must have misheard you.'"

Meng Ziyi: I sing very well (seriously)

"Who said she was a scheming woman? If she were really scheming, would she dare to go on stage singing like that?"

Chen Mo opened WeChat.

Sure enough, Meng Ziyi sent a message: "Chen Mo—did you see the trending topic? [crying]"

Chen Mo suppressed a laugh and replied, "I saw it."

Am I so embarrassing? [crying]

"fine."

"Really?"

"It's not shameful to sing off-key; what's shameful is singing off-key with such confidence."

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

Then Meng Ziyi sent a 59-second voice message.

Chen Mo didn't open it because he knew that the voice message contained a lot of profanity.

He thought for a moment and typed: "Don't overthink it. Trending topics are just a way to get attention. Many people want to get on them but can't."

"But this level of popularity—"

"Black and red are still red."

"—Is this considered consolation?"

"Calculate."

Meng Ziyi sent me a "I cried" emoji.

Then she posted another message: "Oh well, everyone laughed anyway, and it's good that everyone is happy."

When Chen Mo saw her words, he couldn't help but sigh. It was only because this girl was so open-minded that she was forced to leave the entertainment industry. Otherwise, someone with a poorer mindset would have been criticized and forced to leave long ago.

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