Almost the mont Yuran opened the door, Bo Yan woke up, and upon seeing the visitor, a complex emotion flickered in the depths of his vortex-like eyes.
Seeing him wake up, Yuran thought about how she had entered his room without permission and froze on the spot, not knowing whether to move or not. Her large eyes blinked several tis, filled with inexplicable grievances.
Bo Yan: "...What are you doing standing there?"
"Bo Yan, are you alright?" After a mont’s thought, Yuran walked over. There were several kinds of dicine on the bedside cabinet. Bo Yan followed her gaze, glanced at them, and answered, "I’m fine, I’ve taken the dicine already. Don’t worry about !"
"Oh!" Yuran thought to herself, he still really dislikes seeing . Maybe I should go downstairs first, "Then I..."
"You go downstairs first, I’ll co in a little while!"
"Alright!"
When Bo Yan ca downstairs, he was still holding a thick script. Just as Yuran was wondering, he handed the script to her.
"This is the new movie I’m filming this year, ’Flower Dan’. It just started shooting not long ago, and it is expected to be released next April. So far, we haven’t found a suitable original soundtrack composer. I’ve listened to your ’Voicing Love’.
Although the styles are different, you must have so knowledge of dramas, right? If you understand folk songs and ancient styles, you should be familiar with dramas too!"
Holding the script in her hands, Yuran felt it burning hot, wishing she could throw it far away.
Showcasing her ax’s edge as an amateur was one thing, but she truly didn’t have the courage to bring her own creations to the big screen.
The reason Yuran didn’t reveal her advantage in composing at Yinran Entertainnt wasn’t that she didn’t want to; she was simply too busy. Even thinking about her workload at Yinran Entertainnt now made her scalp tingle.
This should be a good opportunity right now, but she felt sowhat lacking in confidence.
Seeing her long reluctance to take it, Bo Yan watches her quietly, not pressing her. After a long while, Yuran finally lifted her eyes to look at him, "Bo Yan, I can’t handle this!"
"Reason!"
"Although I can write so stuff, after all, I haven’t learned in a particularly systematic way. In front of professionals, I’m completely out of my depth. If I accept this job, it would an that you referred .
That would embarrass you. You’re a Best Actor! Don’t recomnd an unreliable person like and ruin your reputation!"
She rambled on, badmouthing herself. To Bo Yan, it all sounded like rejection—to avoid accepting his offer, she didn’t hesitate to criticize herself severely, and her eyes dodged, not really wanting to have a serious conversation.
Bo Yan did not press the issue and took the script back, nodding his head, "If you’re unwilling, then let’s forget it!"
Yuran: "..."
Fine, she really wasn’t very willing.
...
After that day, Yuran still lived in Platinum Imperial Palace, but she almost never encountered Bo Yan. Her fold-ear cat was still being looked after by Bai Leyao, and there were no classes on Sunday.
Bai Leyao’s studio had initiated the shooting of her music video, and Yuran was bombarded with calls from Bai Leyao early in the morning to co to the set.
Bai Leyao was truly the little princess of the Bai Family. While not a huge star, her production was quite high-end. The script that the two of them had revised together was fild rather smoothly.
Yuran acted with ease, but Bai Leyao, whose specialty was music, wasn’t good at acting. Even though her own brother was producing the shoot and was very lenient with her, she was still dissatisfied.
During a break, Bai Shaoyu advised her with all the patience in the world, "Leyao, do you realize that whatever you act, it’s like you’re just playing yourself?"
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