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Chapter 77 Action-Oriented Tian Xiwei

"No problem." Zhang Ruonan raised her hand and gave an OK sign, then changed the subject.

"But I have to go back after I finish this. I have exams coming up soon, and I have to go back to school. I can't delay any longer."

"Ah~!" Zhou Ye's expression instantly fell. She turned around and hugged Zhang Ruonan's arm, burying her face in Nan-jie's shoulder. "You're gone, and I'm all alone. It's so boring."

Zhang Ruonan reached out and pinched Zhou Ye's upturned little nose, her gesture full of older sisterly affection. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon, at most a week."

"Okay~!"

She suddenly lowered her hand, pinched her chin, and paused thoughtfully. "But it does expose a problem: we don't have enough people here."

"I've read the scripts you've written, and many of the roles require several people to play together; right now it's just the two of you, which simply can't carry many of the scenes."

"Our company's motto is: better to have fewer but better quality products!"

Wang Zian spoke firmly, but also softened his stance slightly, "However, for now, we can find some temporary actors to fill in. I know some."

"Do you know anyone?"

Wang Zian thought for a moment, "I think I know three!"

"Male or female?!" Zhou Ye suddenly interjected, a hint of tension in his voice.

Her fingers were still on Zhang Ruonan's arm, but her eyes were already on Wang Zian.

Zhang Ruonan sneered from the side and glanced at Wang Zian.

"Is that even a question? Look at us, I suspect he doesn't even know any men."

"Hmm~ Hehehehe!" Wang Zian laughed awkwardly, his laughter clearly lacking confidence.

Zhang Ruonan's gaze changed from a sneer to contempt.

Zhou Ye looked somewhat uncomfortable.

The smile that lingered from his playful banter with Sister Nan still lingered on his lips, but beneath that smile lay something more real and uneasy.

"It's not that I don't know any men," Wang Zian quickly interjected, his tone more sincere and timely than ever before. "It's just that I don't know any men who want to be in this circle. All my classmates are science guys."

Zhang Ruonan pursed her lips, and Zhou Ye's eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

Wang Zian scratched his head. "They were standing in front of the camera, not even knowing where to put their hands."

Why don't you recommend some people?

Zhou Ye, what about your classmates from the art exam preparation class?

Zhou Ye thought about it seriously for a moment, went through all the people she knew, and then decisively shook his head.

"The classmates I knew in the art exam class were all from all over the country, and they all went back to their own homes after the exam."

Besides, very few people passed the exam, and I'm not familiar with the few who did get into the Beijing Film Academy.

"Then I'll do it!"

Seeing that he was already mentally planning his next move, Zhou Ye couldn't help but press, "Then tell me, who are you planning to find?"

"Um! One is called Tian Xiwei, and the other is... Liu Haochun! There's another one who probably can't make it."

"What do you mean by Liu Haochun?" Zhang Ruonan narrowed her eyes, her tone full of suspicion. "You're still not sure!"

"I met that girl at the Beijing Dance Academy," Wang Zian quickly explained. "We exchanged contact information and chatted a few times."

She dances; she's very quiet.

"Beijing Dance Academy?" Zhou Ye's brows furrowed sharply, somewhat excited.

"You mean Beijing Dance Academy? We met when we were preparing for the third round of auditions?"

"That morning, you said you were going to the restroom. Turns out you weren't going to find a restroom, you were going to pick up girls?"

Wang Zian quickly sprang up from the back of the chair, sat up straight, and subconsciously made a "calm down" gesture with his hands.

"Let me explain."

"I met Liu Haochun on the day I went to find you."

Do you remember that day I was late? I waited for you outside the Beijing Dance Academy and bought you a jianbing (Chinese crepe) there.

Liu Haochun and her classmates also came to buy jianbing guozi.

Her classmate pushed her over to ask for her WeChat, so I added her.

He quickly explained, but it didn't seem to have any effect.

Zhou Ye's eyes were blazing with fury; it looked like he wanted to devour him.

"Hehehe~!" Zhang Ruonan sneered again, looking at Zhou Ye, "See, I told you long ago, this guy is definitely popular with girls."

"I'm not famous yet, and people are already hitting on me at the breakfast stall."

She paused, her smile deepening, and continued in an innocent tone that seemed to add fuel to the fire:

"I guarantee that this girl named Liu Haochun, who was pushed out by other girls to ask for his WeChat, must be very pretty."

"The key is that she's a dancer. Zhou Ye also studied dance. You don't actually like people who have dance experience, do you? Tsk tsk tsk!"

That "tsk tsk tsk" was just the right amount of sarcastic tone, giving Wang Zi'an goosebumps all over.

He looked at Zhou Ye again, and Zhou Ye's almond-shaped eyes were already blazing with anger.

I hope she doesn't think he's a pervert!

But, the next second, Wang Zian suddenly came to his senses.

I'm just friends with them. Is it necessary for them to interrogate me like a suspect?

"No, what do you two mean? Are you interrogating me?"

He leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and asked in return:

"We're friends, one of you is mocking me and the other is threatening me with your eyes, what exactly do you want?"

Zhang Ruonan pursed her lips and glanced at Zhou Ye.

The little voice inside her was frantically gesturing: This is such a great opportunity, hurry up and say it! Just tell him you like him!

Zhou Ye simply pursed his lips, staring at Wang Zi'an with a hint of grievance and displeasure, without uttering a word.

"Alright, I'll contact them first. They might not even have time."

Wang Zian picked up his phone, swiped his thumb across the screen, and brought up his contacts.

"By the way, they are both art students, just like us."

"Tian Xiwei got into the Shanghai Theatre Academy, and Liu Haochun is from the Beijing Dance Academy; they should also be entering the entertainment industry."

"It's always the case!" Zhang Ruonan scoffed. "You can contact them yourself! We're leaving!"

After saying that, she reached out and grabbed Zhou Ye's wrist, forcibly pulling her away.

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With a thud, the door closed.

The room quieted down again, and the hum of the air conditioner became clear once more.

Wang Zian shrugged helplessly at the two people's inexplicable behavior.

I don't know what's wrong with these two tonight; they made such a big fuss over such a small thing.

He unlocked his phone and sent a message to Liu Haochun and Tian Xiwei respectively.

"Are you there?"

Tian Xiwei had just graduated from high school and had completely let loose, becoming a night owl, replying to messages very quickly.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"What's up?"

"Want to play some games?"

Tian Xiwei sent several messages in a row.

As Wang Zian looked at those messages, the image of that round, baby-faced girl floated into his mind, her dimples as sweet as the first spoonful of chilled shrimp in summer.

He smiled and tapped the screen a few times with his thumb.

"I'll hold off for now, I need to talk to you about something important!"

"?"

"Is it convenient to make a phone call?"

Wang Zian's phone rang immediately after he sent the message.

Caller ID: Tian Xiwei.

He's a man of action!

He decisively pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear: "Hey~!"

"Hello~!" Tian Xiwei's spicy, Sichuan-style voice crackled through the receiver. "What's wrong?"

"Are you just lazing around at home?" Wang Zian asked, digressing from the main topic.

"Hmm~! Every day I'm either playing games or eating, and the key is to make sure I don't get fat."

"My mom watches me at every meal now, saying my face is all round and it's so painful." Her voice was filled with a boredom that seemed to be growing mold.

Do you believe me or not?

"Huh? What's the point of trusting you?" She added a question mark at the end of her sentence.

"I'm filming something, and I'm short of actors."

"..."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

Just as Wang Zian was about to speak to test if the connection had dropped, a sharp Sichuan-Chongqing voice pierced his eardrums.

"Really?!" Tian Xiwei was so excited that she automatically switched from Sichuan and Chongqing dialect to Mandarin, and her voice cracked at the end.

"It's true!" Wang Zian said with a smile, "Let me show you some photos."