Bai Lu got scammed, but I became a superstar through e-commerce.

Bai Lu couldn't make out a single word on the paper, but she knew he must have gone to discuss something.

How could Yu Zheng possibly give in so easily?

She stood up, her fingertips tracing the words on the paper.

She had stopped thinking about those inappropriate ideas for many days, such as the big screen, the halo, and everyone seeing her name.

She couldn't go, so she worked desperately to numb herself, thinking that she would accept it after this period of time.

Bai Luxian understood, and Qingxiao quietly picked up those folded and put-away dreams and placed them in front of her.

Bai Lu placed the confirmation letter on the table and walked up to Qing Xiao.

"You went and did this kind of thing all by yourself again." Her voice was muffled, and she bit her lower lip with her canine teeth, as if trying to hold back something. "Are you... are you afraid I'll cling to you forever?"

Bai Mengyan.

Qingxiao removed her hand from the script and gently pulled her closer to him.

"Stay with me for life? I couldn't ask for more."

Bai Lu snorted: "Is this what you call a confession?"

Qingxiao thought of Yu Zheng and Bai Lu's conversation and nodded: "I think I've said it before, you and I are headed towards marriage."

"I can't agree to that so easily. My goal right now is to become a big star."

"Then good luck! My standards are very high; my wife can only be a big star."

Hahahaha...

Bai Lu smiled as she took the contract and broke free from the embrace, flipping through the pages as if it were a precious treasure. The joy and happiness in her heart were beyond words.

Bai Lu got up very early on his first day of training at Huanyu.

The training classroom is on the third floor.

When Bai Lu arrived, Yu Zheng personally led a group of newcomers into the classroom, and the young faces sitting around the long table all quieted down.

Song Weilong sat diagonally across the long table, his figure much taller than his peers.

He was the first to greet Bai Lu, waving and saying softly, "Hello."

But after greeting him, he lowered his head and flipped through the script, without saying much more.

Mire has a deep-set face. He sat in the corner with a polite smile, but didn't say much.

Bai Lu sat down.

The classroom was silent for a few seconds before Wu Jiayi spoke first, as if remembering something, her tone very friendly: "Bai Lu, I don't think I've seen you in the industry before. What did you do for a living?"

"I work as a Taobao model," Bai Lu answered frankly.

"Oh." Wu Jiayi nodded, her expression unchanged.

Gao Yu'er sat next to her, flipping through the printed training schedule in her hand. Without looking up, she said a polite remark, as if trying to smooth things over for Bai Lu: "Then you must have a good sense of the camera."

Before Bai Lu could reply, Wu Jiayi had already wiped the pen cap clean, and the nib touched the notebook page header, the handwriting so clear that there wasn't a single stroke of ink missing: "I also studied acting at the Central Academy of Drama, but the training at school is still somewhat different from that on a film set."

Bai Lu then asked about the school, and Wu Jiayi put down her pen and nodded seriously: "I'm from the class of 2013. That's the year when the three prestigious schools, the Central Academy of Drama, the Beijing Film Academy, and the Communication University of China, all gave me admission notices. In the end, I chose the second class of the acting department at the Central Academy of Drama."

Gao Yu'er added a few more words: "Our Jiayi is amazing. She won the Best Supporting Actress award at last year's Golden Begonia Awards for her short film. She has more solid acting experience than other trainees of the same year. Oh, I graduated from the Children's Art Class of the Central Academy of Drama."

Wu Jinyan, standing a few rows away tidying up the soft-soled shoes used in posture classes, was about to walk over and say welcome when Wu Jiayi had already put away her pen and was looking at her: "You're also from a professional background, right?"

"From the class of 2009 at the Beijing Film Academy."

Wu Jinyan raised her face and nodded to Bai Lu.

Mi Re turned around from the corner and introduced himself: "I graduated from the Shanghai Theatre Academy in 2010 with a degree in acting, and joined the company in 2013."

They were all formally trained, but Bai Lu was an exception.

Song Weilong coughed and closed the script beside him: "Don't overthink it. I'm just a model turned actor. I did a short film called 'Cat and Tree' before. Didn't you act in one yourself? Having acted before already puts you ahead of many people."

He finished speaking and smiled, a very polite but ordinary smile, but nothing more.

Wu Jiayi had already put the pen back into her pencil case. She spoke again, her tone still polite: "Then we'll take care of each other from now on. You can watch us practice more often, and feel free to ask us any questions you may have."

Bai Lu said thank you.

But every time she looked over, the conversations between those with formal training were always separated by a pane of glass—transparent and clear, yet she couldn't break through.

Everyone was collecting sheet music, moving props, and closing books, and they were all talking about "your class's performance," "does your dialogue teacher also particularly like to dictate the breaths," and "I've already borrowed that classroom at the Beijing Film Academy for next month's lighting and shadow training."

She didn't know what to answer.

At the same time, in Jiubao, Hangzhou.

Construction is underway again on the office areas of Tianmen Film & Television and SUNSA.

The renovation worker carried plasterboard up to the third floor, and the sound of an electric drill filled the entire corridor.

Qingxiao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his new office on the third floor, looking down at the open space in the industrial park below, which was filled with delivery trucks.

SUNSA's daily shipments have remained stable at over 2,000 orders, and last year's total statement has just been released, showing annual sales exceeding 80 million.

His New Year's goal for the entire company was to exceed 150 million yuan.

Afei knocked on the open door with an application form in hand: "President Qing, the new copywriter in the operations department has arrived. He joined last year and has been with the company for exactly one year. Today he is applying to transfer to the position of chief planner."

The girl who stood up and introduced herself was named Qiao Shuang. She was not tall, had a round face, and two shallow dimples when she smiled.

She stood ramrod straight as she spoke: "When I came from Anhui last year, I knew nothing. My resume only showed that I had a college diploma and had assistant experience at two Google companies. You were the one who said that e-commerce doesn't require fancy qualifications, as long as you can clearly state your selling points."

Qingxiao handed her the signed job transfer form.

"Thank you, Mr. Qing."

Qiao Shuang took the form with great joy, but paused at the door.

Qingxiao looked up: "What is it?"

"You always drink your coffee from a disposable paper cup until it's cold, which is bad for your stomach." Before he could refuse, she said, "We all know you have a girlfriend. Last time, when President Qing was on that video call, he walked down the corridor, and the whole company knew who was on the other end of the line."

She looked at him, her gaze open and honest, without the slightest hint of evasion.

"My feelings for you are my own, and you don't need to reciprocate. My concern for you is also a way of showing my gratitude for your support, and it has nothing to do with what I think. I came from a poor rural background and have come this far. Under your guidance, my salary has increased four or five times, and this job means a lot to me. Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble at work."

Qingxiao remained silent for a moment, glanced at the mug, and finally said softly, "I'll accept the mug, thank you, Qiao Shuang."

She didn't press the matter further, and the door was gently closed.