“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were changing clothes.”
Entering the room, Han Yueyao apologized again.
“It doesn’t matter.” The girl looked like she truly didn’t mind.
Han Yueyao walked to her bed and sat down.
“Are you new here?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why did you move into my dorm room? Didn’t they warn you?”
“No. There’s sothing wrong with this room?” Han Yueyao looked confused.
“There’s nothing wrong with this room. But I’m the problem.”
The girl smiled and then sat down on her bed, facing Han Yueyao.
She took out a packet of cigarettes. It was Little Panda; Han Yueyao had seen her classmates in the dancing academy smoke this brand of cigarette, which was more than 30 yuan for one packet.
“Do you want one?”
“I don’t smoke. Thank you,” Han Yueyao declined.
“What’s your na?”
“Han Yueyao.”
“Su Xiaoxiao.” The girl introduced herself.
“Wow. This na… sounds familiar,” Han Yueyao wondered.
“Yeah. Anyone who has learned history knows that Su Xiaoxiao is the na of the No.1 prostitute at Qiantang in the Southern Dynasties.”
“Um… No, I rember Su Shi’s younger sister was also called Su Xiaoxiao,” Han Yueyao explained.
“I don’t care. I like my na.”
“Yeah. It’s a good na. Xiaoxiao, how co I didn’t see you in the training?”
Since she lived here, she must be a trainee, but Han Yueyao hadn’t seen her in the classroom or the cafeteria.
“It’s because I don’t have to do training. I’ve just signed up a role in a movie that begins shooting next month.”
“Wow. You’re aweso.”
“I’m not aweso; in fact, I have a backer. Nowadays, who can succeed on one’s own abilities? The world doesn’t operate this way.”
Hearing Su Xiaoxiao’s frank words, Han Yueyao didn’t know how to respond.
“Those bitches don’t like , saying I’m a bad person and won’t enter the A-list even though I can play in movies, etc. In their eyes, Gao Yaruo is the goddess who will have the opportunity to enter the A-list. But I hope you will keep your distance from those bitches; they are vicious.”
“Okay. I’ll take care to stay away from all this stuff. Thank you for your advice.”
Finishing her cigarette, Su Xiaoxiao tossed the butt on the floor and extinguished it with the heel of her shoe; then she stood up and picked up her coat.
“I got to go.”
“Will you co back tonight?” Han Yueyao asked.
“No. You lock the door from inside. I have costics and imported facial cleanser on the desk; you can use them if you want.”
“Thank you, but I’ve brought my own.”
Han Yueyao declined Su Xiaoxiao’s kind offer.
“Fine. See you later.”
Then the girl left.
Han Yueyao felt Su Xiaoxiao was no older or even younger than her, but her adept handling of the cigarette and bold personality were amazing.
In the afternoon training, a woman asked her, “Did you et the hooker?”
“Hooker? What hooker?” Han Yueyao was surprised.
“Hooker Su… She seldom cos back to her dorm or attends the training, as if she’s dead. The company was about to fire her, but she got a role in a movie probably because she had slept with a director or a producer. Of course, the company can’t fire her now for the sake of financial benefits.”
“You an Su Xiaoxiao?” Han Yueyao finally understood.
“Yeah. You must stay away from her. Do you know what she does out there?” The girl lowered her voice and said mysteriously.
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