Chinese Entertainment King: Starting as a Fat Boy and Becoming a Singing King

Filming resumed in the afternoon.

The director of Cat's Tree went back behind the monitor and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"The lighting should be soft, without shadows, and Bai Lu's face should be illuminated."

The lighting technician responded and adjusted the angle of the softbox.

Bai Lu's face, as seen on the monitor, glowed faintly under the lights.

Her skin is delicate, her features are soft, she's very pleasing to the eye and pleasing to the eye.

But the director of Cat's Tree stared at the monitor for a few seconds, his brow furrowing slightly.

He felt there was something about this girl, which he couldn't capture in the morning footage.

He couldn't explain what it was; it was like a negative that hadn't fully developed.

Xu Yao leaned against the bar, looking in Bai Lu's direction, giving him a thumbs-up with his eyes.

Bai Lu nodded, looking grateful, and smiled at Xu Yao.

That smile was so clean, with slightly chubby cheeks and tiny little tiger teeth. Received, received.

The director of Cat's Tree flipped open the storyboard and pointed to the scene: "Bai Lu, you've been sitting here for a long time. That person hasn't come. You don't want to wait anymore. You pack your things, stand up, and walk out. Match the opening lines of the lyrics 'I'm sorry.' The movements should be slow, not rushed. You're not angry, you're utterly disappointed and leaving completely."

Bai Lu nodded, and the director of Cat's Tree retreated behind the monitor.

"Three, two, one, begin."

Bai Lu lowered his head, picked up his phone from the table, and held it in his hand.

Xu Yao hummed again: "I'm sorry you were hurt before..."

Bai Lu pushed the milk tea cup into the center of the table and placed it neatly.

It's like deciding to push someone away.

Then she picked up a small wooden photo frame from the table. The frame was about the size of a palm, and inside was a group photo.

The two leaned against each other, their eyes crinkling with laughter.

She stared at the photo for two seconds, then flipped the frame over and placed it face down on the table, as if to say, "I don't want to see this face again."

Bai Lu rummaged through the table again and found a small white object among a pile of odds and ends.

It was a matching couple's phone case, with a heart printed on the back.

She picked it up, glanced at it, and without hesitation, threw it directly into the trash can next to her.

Behind the monitor, the director of Cat Tree nodded slightly, clearly satisfied, even somewhat surprised.

Why did Bai Lu's condition change so drastically all of a sudden?

Bai Lu picked up a pen from the table again.

The pen cap has a cartoon bear pattern printed on it.

He won it at a ring toss stall when they were strolling through the night market together.

It wasn't anything valuable, but she kept it and used it for a long time.

Bai Lu held the pen and rubbed his thumb against the bear's face.

Then she put the pen in her bag.

Let's leave a little something to remember us by.

The director of Cat Tree's brows relaxed slightly.

This girl has a very subtle sense of proportion when she acts. She doesn't wear all her emotions on her face. She doesn't seem to be very skilled at performing and controlling facial expressions, but she lets the audience see that she is making choices.

What is thrown away is a resolute decision; what is taken away is the past.

Between the two actions, a figure came to life.

Bai Lu lowered his head and looked at his wrist.

A thin red braided bracelet was tied around her wrist, with a small silver bead strung on it.

That was during their first year together; he went to an ancient town to sketch, and this was a gift he brought back.

She wore it all the time, never taking it off when showering or sleeping, and the red string had already turned somewhat white from washing.

Her fingers rested on the bracelet, and she paused for a moment.

Then she untied the knot.

The red string slid off her wrist, and she placed it neatly on top of the folded sweatshirt.

On the monitor, Bai Lu stood in front of the table, looking down at the pile of things she had neatly organized.

A hoodie, a red string, a photo frame, a milk tea cup, and keys—her gaze slowly swept over these items, her lips slightly pursed and her brows furrowed.

After doing all this, I packed up all my personal belongings.

Bai Lu turned around and walked towards the door.

She took two steps and then stopped.

She turned her head and glanced over those things.

Bai Lu paused for a moment as he reached the door.

There was a sticky note on the wall next to the door.

It's pink, and it has the words "Remember to bring an umbrella!!!" written on it in black marker.

Three exclamation marks, drawn with great force, and a crooked smiley face at the end.

That was written by my boyfriend.

She always forgets to bring an umbrella, and she always comes back soaked in the rain.

He put this sticky note on the door so she could see it every day before leaving the house.

Bai Lu's eyes reddened instantly, and her eyes welled up with tears, but she did not cry, nor did they condense into tears.

The director of "Cat's Tree" stared at the monitor.

A gust of wind slipped in through the crack in the door, lifting the edge of the sticky note, making it tremble in the air, and then slowly falling off.

The piece of paper flipped over in the air and landed on the ground, face down.

Bai Lu lowered her head and looked at the sticky note on the ground, but she didn't pick it up.

She pushed open the door and went out.

"I'm sorry I didn't have time to hide you away..."

The door slowly closed behind her.

The shed was silent for a second, two seconds, three seconds.

The director of "Cat's Tree" stared at the monitor, remaining silent for a long time.

It wasn't because it was bad, but because at that moment he suddenly remembered those ordinary girls he had photographed many years ago.

Some people are born to do this. They don't have formal training or any acting skills, but the moment they stand in front of the camera, they can draw people into their stories and the scenes.

Xu Yao was also drawn in, and couldn't help but recall what Yu Zheng had said when he first saw Bai Lu in the future: "This girl has a special spirit."

It's not just about being pretty or photogenic; it's about having a special charm.

Something that makes viewers want to stop and watch for a couple more seconds.

Bai Lu didn't have a single line in that entire performance.

But it's so captivating that you can't take your eyes off it.

The director of "Cat's Tree" took off his headphones and placed them on the table.

He didn't speak immediately. He leaned back in his chair, pulled back the playback, and watched it from the beginning.

I watched it again.

At this moment, the door opened again, and Bai Lu returned.

She put her suitcase aside and looked at the director expectantly: "Director, is the footage we just shot okay?"

The director of Cat's Tree remained silent, watching the film over and over again by himself.

Bai Lu clenched her small fists nervously, standing quietly beside the director, waiting for his answer.

"It's a pass," Director Cat's Tree finally said. He paused, then added, "And there's been a significant improvement; the effect is very good."

Bai Lu paused for a moment, then smiled, her two canine teeth flashing slightly, just like when she smiled as a Taobao model, pure and innocent like a female student who had just stepped out of school.

"Xu Yao, I really finished."

Congratulations, Bai Lu.

Xu Yao clapped, the director of Cat's Tree also clapped, and everyone on set joined in, as a form of encouragement and affirmation for a newcomer.

"Thank you, thank you everyone..."

Bai Lu bowed to each of them to express his gratitude, his eyes welling up with tears again.

She recalled that when she was eighteen, she went to South Korea to participate in an SM audition. The judges only said, "You've worked hard, now' and she cried all the way home.

She recalled that when she was a Taobao model, she changed up to 200 outfits a day at her peak. She suffered from severe allergies all over her body and had to go to the hospital for IV drips. She also developed rheumatism from taking photos in spring clothes.

She recalled being scammed too many times. Every time she saved money for a photoshoot, it was all taken away by talent scouts and nominal agencies because of her dream of becoming a star.

Although this is just a music video for a single.

Although filming is not yet finished.

Although it may not have a significant impact after airing.

But for Bai Lu, it was of great and extraordinary significance.

This journey of pursuing my dream as a star has been filled with cold looks, skepticism, deception, and worries from my family... Finally, a few of my works have been released through promotional channels and seen by the audience, and they contain the words "Bai Lu".

Bai Lu made her debut for the first time.

Xu Yao handed her a tissue: "Bai Lu, are you really that easily moved to tears?"

Bai Lu burst into laughter through her tears, took a tissue, and wiped her eyes: "I'm just happy, I didn't cry."

She tilted her chin up, crumpled the tissue into a ball in her hand, and then flashed her adorable weapon—her fangs—once again. "I'm a very strong little deer, okay? Hehe..."