How did I become famous?

After school, Su Mulin arranged to meet Zhang Xixi and several of Zhang Xixi's female classmates at Quanshun Shopping Mall at 9 p.m.

We'll have dinner together, and around 11:30 pm we'll head to the cinema to watch the movie premiere.

So Su Mulin separated from them and went back to the company—she wanted to bring Fang Bie along.

But when she returned to the company and turned on the lights, she saw Fang Bie sitting on the sofa as if in deep meditation, with a relaxed smile on his face.

Su Mulin frowned slightly: "Why are you smiling so strangely... And why aren't the lights on?"

Fang glanced back at her, but answered irrelevantly, "Xiao Lin, are you nervous?"

"I'm not nervous." The young lady put down her bag and sat down opposite him.

Fang asked, "Why?"

The young lady twirled a strand of hair behind her ear, glancing to the side. "Because I know your talent. The movie you make will definitely be great, so why would I be nervous?"

Her shifty gaze wasn't because she felt guilty and lied.

Okay, she was indeed feeling guilty, but not because of that. She genuinely believed that Fang Bie's movie would be a hit, and no one in the world believed in Fang Bie more than she did.

Even if it's someone else.

Only she knows why she feels guilty.

Zhang Xixi, that big mouth, told all her girlfriends about Su Mulin's crush on Fang Bie.

Everyone started urging her to call Fang Bie over as well.

This is what she feels guilty about now.

If Fang Bie is called over, what if he feels he's too frivolous?

They haven't even expressed their feelings.

Will he feel like he's pressuring him?

This is what the young lady is nervous about.

Fang Bie, of course, knew nothing of this. He smiled upon hearing this and said, "Having confidence is a good thing, but don't be blindly confident. Blind confidence will lead to great losses."

For example, he was blindly confident that his haphazardly modified and poorly made film would definitely flop, only to be proven wrong...

That's a whole street of storefronts and an entire building in a high-end residential area... Fang Bie's face didn't hurt, but his heart ached.

"Don't always treat me like a child, I'm an adult now," the young lady couldn't help but remind him.

If you always treat yourself like a child, how can he possibly understand your feelings?

Fang Bie shrugged: "It's like a drunk person saying they're not drunk. Only kids try to act mature. People like us just try to appear younger. For example, if you ask me, I'll say I'm forever seventeen."

"Then you're seventeen and I'm eighteen, so you'll have to call me 'sister'? Call me 'sister' twice and let me hear it." The young lady's eyes crinkled; she was in a very good mood.

The movie is about to be released, and Fang Bie will also write songs for himself.

He would become even more popular, and I would debut and enter the entertainment industry.

If... I could become a superstar, would that bring me closer to him?

If I were to play the victim again, would he not go to Hollywood?

At the very least... I can wait until I catch up with him.

Although she knew it wouldn't be good for his future, love is blind and selfish, and the young lady couldn't help but have such thoughts in her mind.

"What do you mean, 'older sister'? Your figure certainly has the air of a 'big sister,' but unfortunately..." Fang Bie pointed to his head, "it'll probably be a few years before your spirit becomes that of a 'big sister.' But by then I'll be a 30-something-year-old slob, and you still won't be my older sister."

The young lady curled her lips into a smile: "What do you mean, 'old bacon'? You're not a young heartthrob anymore."

But that's perfect. If he were really that good-looking, there would already be plenty of young women flocking to him.

How can I possibly have a chance then?

To be honest, ever since Zhang Xixi's "analysis" confirmed that she liked him, Su Mulin secretly sent people to investigate Fang Bie's life over the past twenty years thoroughly.

According to the information she received, Fang Bie had only had one relationship in college, with Chen Yan, and he was dumped in less than three months.

As for the girl he mentioned who had a crush on and went abroad to study... Su Mulin's people found out that many beautiful girls from wealthy families in Fang Bie's school had gone abroad to study, so she couldn't be sure which one Fang Bie had mentioned to him.

Anyway, the few who returned to China didn't have any contact with Fang Bie, and the rest didn't return to China at all.

To be honest, seeing how outstanding Fang Bie is now, she also feels immense pressure.

Although she had said she hated people who wasted their talents, at this moment she actually hoped that Fang Bie wouldn't be so dazzling.

She even harbored a dark secret—she secretly hoped that "The Shadow of Light" would flop.

That way, Fang Bie might not leave.

But she didn't want Fang Bie to really fail. A young girl's thoughts... are sometimes really hard to understand.

"What's wrong?"

Su Mulin raised her head and met a pair of smiling eyes above her.

A sudden panic gripped her, and she grabbed her bag and fled upstairs: "I'm going to change! You wait for me! We're going out to eat tonight!"

"Eating out? Isn't eating at home just fine..." Fang Bie scratched his cheek, puzzled.

Almost half an hour later, Su Mulin finally came downstairs.

She wore a white short-sleeved T-shirt with the English words on the front worn in a way that gave it a strong three-dimensional feel. She wore a gray pleated skirt that just above her knees, and small leather shoes. Black cotton socks that didn't reach her knees covered her entire calves.

Apart from that, she wore no other adornments.

However, she had put on a little light makeup, but Fang Bie didn't notice.

Seeing Fang Bie looking her up and down without saying a word, the young lady awkwardly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear: "How is it?"

Fang Bie stroked his chin: "How should I put it, he's like a stylishly dressed but youthful and energetic... high school student."

But that hit his strike zone perfectly.

Dressed like this, Miss Su, with her unbeatable figure and exquisite looks, is practically comparable to Fang Bie's many 2D waifus.

But Fang Bie wouldn't like JK in the real world.

It wasn't because they were immature, but because it was a crime, and Fang Bie didn't want to go in and pick up the soap.

This world is truly wondrous.

If two people are seven years apart, you would think it's a crime if they were thirteen and twenty years apart.

At seventeen and twenty-four, you might think it's like an old cow eating young grass.

But if you're 21 or 28, you'll find it perfectly normal.

The laws of some countries are quite peculiar.

For example, Fusang (Japan).

The legal marriage age for women there is sixteen.

But if a young man in his twenties were to propose to her, it's almost certain that her parents would call the police and ruin his life.

Because Japan has a law that states that if an adult pushes a minor down, even if it's consensual, he will be arrested and imprisoned.

So what is the point of that law that allows people to get married at sixteen?

So in the end, dating a high school girl is just a fantasy.

Not to mention other countries where even such absurd laws don't exist.

Therefore, Fang Bie didn't react much when he saw Miss Su's outfit.

At most, it's just a little more pleasing to the eye, that's all.

He's more concerned about something else now: "Not eating at home tonight?"

The young lady nodded: "Okay, let's go out to eat, and then we can watch a movie."

"I'm sorry, but please allow me to refuse." Fang Bieyi said righteously, "I'm so nervous today that I'm about to faint, so I don't plan to go anywhere until the opening day box office results are released tomorrow night."

The young lady frowned slightly: "Even if I invite you to a movie and dinner together, it's not allowed?"

Even if you try to act cute, it's useless. I, Fang, am completely unmoved... Fang Bie remained unusually calm: "YES."

The young lady's face darkened, and she stood up, slamming the door behind her as she left: "Then go eat instant noodles by yourself!"

PS: I've written almost 18 words this month, which averages out to nearly 6000 words per day, no problem.