"I’m at the apartnt! You can find it, right? I’ll send you an address on your phone in a mont, just co straight over."
"Okay, no need to send it, I can find it, I’m on my way."
After hanging up the phone, Yuran tossed her phone on the sofa, stood up, and made herself a cup of coffee, when suddenly she rembered the mysteriously missing keys.
She walked over to the shoe cabinet, searched for quite a while, and even when her coffee on top of the cabinet had almost cooled down, she couldn’t find it. She moved the cabinet away, but it wasn’t there either.
That shouldn’t be possible!
Could Huai An have taken them?
No sooner had this thought appeared than Yuran crushed it; thinking like this would be shaless of her. Bo Yan shunned her like the plague, so how could he possibly have taken her keys?
She probably lost them or rembered wrong.
The next ti she went out, she would need to make another two copies to keep, in case she lost the ones on her again, she would need to call a locksmith to help her open the door.
She was soone who valued efficiency at work. Since she had no inspiration, she might as well not think about the matter at hand and instead turned on the TV.
What a coincidence, as soon as she turned on the TV, she saw Bo Yan’s interview. He was keeping a straight face, facing countless microphones, his professional smile not even worth half a give.
Yuran just couldn’t understand how such a person could beco so popular, it was utterly baffling.
The interview didn’t last three minutes; aside from the ti taken to ask questions, the great movie star Bo Yan didn’t speak for even a minute, with concise language and zero sincerity.
She rembered that when she first arrived in this body, the movie Bo Yan was filming was "Hero," and in just a few short months, it had already been released. How much overti must the post-production team have put in to pull it off?
She took out her phone to look up information on "Hero." There had been three preview screenings, and the box office had broken one hundred million, which was indeed an impressive accomplishnt.
On the official Weibo, "Hero" maintained high popularity, with many movie fans writing long film reviews filled with thousands of words of praise. Bo Yan’s film career had never lacked for icing on the cake.
After scrolling through a few hundred posts, the consensus was overwhelming praise for "Hero."
She hadn’t even seen the trailer yet, and, whether it was out of curiosity or sothing else, she clicked on Bo Yan’s official Weibo and watched the first pinned post, which was a retweeted promotional trailer for the "Hero" film crew.
Yuran directly clicked to play.
"Hero" was a film with a high artistic bent, not like a typical comrcial movie with a sowhat obscure story that had nothing to do with romance, focusing instead on the nation and the world. Such subjects typically didn’t enjoy popularity.
A younger audience generally preferred straightforward love stories. Big films that tackled grand thes involving the nation and the world tended to have a narrower audience, usually of an older age group.
Yet the reviews for "Hero" testified to this movie breaking norms. Although many of the young viewers initially went to see it because of Bo Yan, they later beca irrevocably engrossed in the story. Many young won posted interesting comnts; for example:
"I’m such a pitiful girl. I went there hoping to feast my eyes, but ended up tortured by Bo Yan’s portrayal of Huai An to the point of pain in every organ—heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys. Whether its production, filmmaking techniques, or plot arrangents, everything was interconnected perfectly, nearly had crying like a dog. I went with my boyfriend, so sad..."
"Sa for , went there for the looks but got swept away by the plot and all the actors, and I literally cried like a dog, my makeup ran, turning myself into a ghost."
...
Yuran scrolled back and watched the "Hero" promotional trailer again.
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