"Believe it or not."
Chenchen tossed her an aloof back view and then walked into the dressing room.
anwhile, the internet was exploding.
[Holy moly! The male lead is actually Li Xingchen!]
[Am I seeing things... He’s not even an actor, why is he acting?]
[Oh my god, I can finally admire Xingchen’s stunning looks!]
[Suddenly, I’m excited for this movie!]
[Hey, you idiot upstairs, you actually abandoned Brother Bamu!]
[Can’t help it, looks are everything!]
[In reality, Chenchen and Chongchong are Green Plum Bamboo Horse, and now in the movie too, how aweso!]
Amidst countless fans’ expectations, "Our Green Plum Bamboo Horse" officially began filming.
The director, producer, and editor are all top-notch in the industry.
They didn’t slack off just because this was a school film; instead, they strived for perfection in every scene.
Acting with soone familiar is a very peculiar feeling.
At least, that’s how Chongchong felt.
But more importantly, there’s a sense of mutual understanding.
After the movie wrapped up, Chongchong was already a middle school student.
Ping Guoguo was still in the sa class with her.
No helping it, she has a wealthy dad; a bit of money and she easily gets into the top class.
"Idol, I can’t wait for your and Chenchen’s new movie, sob sob sob..."
"There’s still three months to go." Chongchong patted her, "Isn’t it too early to be this excited?"
"Three more months, isn’t that the New Year’s slot?" Ping Guoguo counted on her fingers, calculating the ti.
"Yes."
"New Year’s traffic is good, I believe your movie will surely be a big hit then!" Ping Guoguo suddenly slapped the table and shouted.
Chongchong was taken aback, wondering if she had forgotten that it was still class ti.
As expected!
The teacher trembled with anger and said directly to her, "Ping Guoguo, you’ve got so nerve, daring to shout during class. Go to the back and stand right now!"
Ping Guoguo was on the verge of tears as she walked to the back in resignation.
Chongchong silently shot her a sympathetic glance.
...
Spring Festival ca quickly.
Nurous films were released one after another.
Chongchong opened her phone to have a look and suddenly felt like crying.
This year, for so reason, the New Year’s blockbusters all seem to be big dostic or international films, each with a plethora of fan-following superstars.
As for "Our Green Plum Bamboo Horse," the youth film starring her and Chenchen, it ranked last, seemingly dood.
"Sigh..."
The first movie of her life flopping—saying she wasn’t upset would be a lie.
On the day of the premiere, Chongchong was like a wilting eggplant, even having her company do the promotions on Weibo for her.
Ding ding ding!
At this mont, her phone rang.
Chongchong looked at it listlessly; it was Ping Guoguo.
She pressed the video call button, "Guoguo, what’s up?"
"Hey, what’s with you?"
Ping Guoguo was startled to see her in pajamas, with ssy hair.
Still a star; what a slob... ahem... so down-to-earth!
"Not in a good mood." Chongchong didn’t hide her feelings from her close friend.
Ping Guoguo spat out her drink, "Oh, my dear sister, the movie is selling so well; it’s already number one, and tons of money are flowing into your pockets, and you’re still in a bad mood?"
"You an number one from the bottom? Please, don’t rub it in..."
Chongchong was on the verge of tears, wishing she could jump through the screen and strangle her.
Aren’t you supposed to be a true fan!
And yet she’s mocking !
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