How did I become famous?

The second day, spent doing nothing, happened to be the weekend.

Fang Bie lazily slumped in his office boss's chair, admiring Yu Xian's female friends on Weibo.

Sometimes he really hates himself for having such good eyesight.

He could clearly see that the corners of the table and the floor next to Yu Xianmei in those photos were distorted.

Suddenly, I felt utterly bored.

I know you're all high-level P warriors, but I have no feelings for you in real life. I just want to look at some photos to feast my eyes on.

Why is your photo editing so unprofessional?

Negative Ratings.

Looking up, across from the boss's desk, Su Mulin was frowning and deep in thought, occasionally writing something in her notebook.

"Hey, what kind of difficult problem could possibly stump our top student in the entire grade?"

Su Mulin waved her hand, telling him not to bother her: "It's just an assignment from school."

Fang Bie strolled over and stood behind her. The delicate scent of shampoo wafted into his nose, causing him to sneeze involuntarily.

It looks like it's almost fully marinated.

He didn't pay any attention, just rubbed his nose and looked at the notebook that Su Mulin had opened.

You never steal anything, yet you love to chuckle secretly.

So, I, who never steals,

And so he learned to peek.

The gentlest moonlight,

They couldn't beat them either.

Your fleeting glance back.

I want to stand with you at the ends of the earth.

Let us enjoy together the endless splendor of this mortal world.

Then we waited together for the heavy snow to turn our temples white.

......

There are more than a dozen such paragraphs.

Fang raised an eyebrow: "A three-line love letter? Your teacher is quite open-minded."

"Leave me alone." Su Mulin waved her hand as if shooing away a fly. "I'm struggling to decide which one to choose to get first place."

"..."

Look, look!

Is that even human language?

Which one should I choose to get first place?

"You should have said so earlier. I'm good at writing this."

Fang Bie planned to take action to crush the girl's inflated confidence, so that she would understand the harshness of society.

Su Mulin looked up, her gaze suspicious: "Are you sure?"

Is there no justice left?!

This guy can make movies, write songs, and write classical poems.

So now you're saying you can even write a three-line love poem?

In Miss Su's mind, if Fang said "he can," it meant he was confident of being "number one."

"Of course." Fang Bie rolled up his sleeves and sat down next to her. "Three-line love letters, these days young people all like to write melodramatic and pretentious stuff. Who can be moved by that stuff except for being embarrassing?"

He pointed to Su Mulin's notebook: "Just like yours, fake deep, pretending to be melancholy, you can tell you've never been in a relationship."

Su Mulin looked annoyed: "So what if I've never been in a relationship? I don't want to start dating too early."

In reality, there had never been any boys who caught his eye before.

Because of her family background, she has been very independent since childhood.

Therefore, she also looks down on children her own age, or children who pretend to be adults.

Generally, if a woman likes you, besides your looks, it's because you have something she can't compare to.

Miss Su excelled in everything; before meeting Fang Bie, the only people who were better than her were her two older brothers.

However, her two older brothers were a complete source of psychological trauma for her.

Of course, she doesn't like him to the point of liking him yet; it's just a little bit of admiration.

Just like what they said a few days ago when they had a heart-to-heart talk, Fang Bie is the kind of person she wants to become.

Fang Bie didn't pay attention to the little thoughts of the black-haired JK. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but under the girl's cold gaze, he didn't take out a lighter to light it.

"Let me write you something that's both realistic and insightful, and it has depth if you think about it carefully."

"Write it down and let me see." The young lady glanced at him sideways. "If you write it down, I'll..."

"What will you do?"

"Tell me, and I'll see if I can accept it."

"Hmm..." Fang thought for a moment, "Then make me a nice meal. How about green pepper squid, green pepper shrimp, braised pork ribs, and beef stew with potatoes? And a seaweed and egg drop soup too."

"Honestly..." the young lady muttered under her breath, "If you want to eat, how could I not make it for you...?"

"That's different." Fang Bie shrugged and picked up the notebook and pen.

Because the young lady's cooking skills are so delicious, every meal we eat is one less we can enjoy.

Once the movie flops, she'll probably never be kind to me again.

No, the best outcome is simply never seeing each other again, and everyone going their separate ways.

The young lady went back to inherit her vast fortune, while Fang Bie returned to his small town to become his own landlord, living a hard life collecting rent every day.

He smiled and then wrote down three words.

Su Mulin took the notebook and glanced at it, her delicate brows furrowing slightly: "What... does this mean?"

There were three words written on the notebook:

hope

Delusion

Forget

"It's simple." Fang Bie's cigarette dangled up and down. "A simp sees his goddess, then his mind wanders, then he returns to reality, understands the gap between them, and finally wakes up, deciding to forget her. But unfortunately, can he really forget her?"

Moreover, the pronunciation of these three characters is exactly the same as a dog barking.

Just in time for the occasion.

Su Mulin frowned and slapped him: "Don't make affectionate people sound so unpleasant."

"Okay." Fang Bie shrugged. "Then let's call him... a devoted lapdog."

When you treat someone as a god or goddess, you've already placed yourself in a lower position than them.

To be honest, it's hard to sympathize with people like that.

Because they themselves don't value themselves.

Unable to argue with him, Miss Su decided to seriously consider the implications of those three words.

"It's strange. This three-line love letter looks as simple as you say, but I always feel like there's something else in it."

"That's the reality you haven't experienced yet, Miss." Fang Bie broke off the unlit cigarette in her mouth and threw it into the trash can. "Young people always think about things like 'love over bread,' believing that as long as there's love, everything else can take a backseat. But reality isn't like that."

"Just like the unrequited love story I told you before, being well-matched in terms of social status... is actually the right thing to do."

"I disagree with you." The young lady crossed her arms and argued, "Isn't a relationship based on feelings? Or rather, the reason why feelings can develop must be because there is something about the other person that touches you."

Some people care about appearance, some about talent, some about ambition, and some about personality.

There are so many different things.

"That makes sense, but before you get together, the other person will try their best to hide their flaws. But after you get together, those flaws will always be exposed one day."

So sometimes you feel that the other person has changed.

Actually, no, the other person hasn't changed; they've just either hidden it before or you haven't seen it.

"Neither of us can convince the other on this point." Fang Bie sat up straight. "Let's put it another way, like we're dating right now."

"I'm a minor. Are you trying to commit a crime?"

"For example!"

"oh......"

Fang Bie rubbed his temples: "For example, when you buy clothes, each piece of clothing starts at five figures, and then you sweep up an entire shelf in one go. Not to mention other skincare products and jewelry."

The young lady frowned: "What's the problem?"

"Of course there's a problem." Fang laughed. "It's not that you're vain, it's that this is how you've always been. It's common sense for you, and it's your life environment."

A single piece of clothing costs tens of thousands of yuan, but I never look at the price when I eat out.

No, they never even look at the price or consider their budget when buying things; they just buy whatever they want.

This isn't vanity or waste; this is just how people live.

To put it another way, if you asked Fang Bie to buy an ice pop for one yuan, would he hesitate?

of course not.

Su Mulin's purchase of clothes and jewelry carries the same meaning.

But if the other party said that a piece of clothing cost over ten thousand yuan, he wouldn't even glance at it.

He will never even step into that store in his entire life.

He still remembers that when he first graduated, his internship salary was two thousand yuan.

I went shopping for clothes with my classmates, tried them on, and they fit well and were comfortable to wear.

Upon checking the price, it was eight hundred.

It was just a short-sleeved shirt.

So in the end, Fang Bie didn't buy it. The girl who was buying the clothes didn't say anything; she just smiled, took the clothes, and hung them back up.

But she still remembers the looks in Fang Bie's classmates' eyes for the rest of her life.

Su Mulin remained silent.

As clever as she was, she had clearly understood Fang Bie's meaning.

But she didn't agree.

"If you really are my boyfriend, I was just using an example." The young lady raised her head, her expression serious. "I've said it before, I don't care whether my friends are rich or not, and it's the same with dating."

"Because I have money."

Fang Bie rubbed his forehead: "Girl, that's why it's a matter of different values. You're looking for a partner who'll live off you? Even if he doesn't care, how can you possibly be interested in someone like that?"

She's still a young lady who's underage.

Su Mulin shook her head: "I don't like it."

"That's it. The people you like are, frankly speaking, people who share your values. And these kinds of people are, in the end, on the same level as you."

"But you're just better than me."

Fang Bie looked up and met a pair of clear, black and white eyes.

After a long silence, he lowered his eyes slightly and said, "This is just an example."

"What else?" She blinked. "So you're smitten? I'm not even an adult yet, you're such a pervert..."

Damn it! I was actually teased by a high school student who's seven years younger than me... Fang Bie couldn't help but ruffle her smooth, long, straight black hair: "What do you know, little brat? When I was in junior high, you were still eating farts in kindergarten."

This girl... cooks well, is understanding, independent, but also considerate of others' feelings.

If she were a few years older, if she weren't from a wealthy family, if she weren't so beautiful, if she weren't so talented... I might really have to pursue her.

............

While the two were having their heart-to-heart talk, on the other side, Liu Mang and several members of the post-production and special effects team were working hard all night.

PS: In the past few days, I've seen many readers who have been following Wangchuan through the previous books in the donations, chapter comments, and reviews, and even quite a few readers who stopped reading in the later stages of the book.

Thank you so much.

This book is my first time writing about entertainment, my first time writing about a single female lead, and also my first attempt at writing a so-called "pretentious face-slapping" plot.

Many firsts, and I am very grateful for everyone's company.

I just hope that when people see the so-called "showing off and getting slapped in the face" plot, they won't criticize me too harshly.

I'm also trying to write this kind of plot, but I'll try my best to write something that's not so cliché.

Of course, the essence of a book is still a story, and I will try my best to tell a good story.

Thank you everyone ~