Shining Stars: First Producer

Lu Cheng clearly knew that she couldn't stand the waiting period, and she wanted to know the result immediately!
Although it was very difficult to make a decision, Lu Cheng was very capable of action after the decision was made.

Walking towards the elevator with big strides, the expression on Lu Cheng's face is constantly changing with each step.

From the beginning, she looked at death as home and gradually calmed down, but only she knew that the thoughts in her heart did not gradually become peaceful because of the distance.

Along the way, he was thinking about what he should say when he saw Song Moran, but no matter how many assumptions he made, Lu Cheng forgot everything when he really saw Song Moran.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door open, Song Moran didn't look up, he thought it was Assistant Song or Ruyan Liu.

After waiting quietly for a while but not waiting for someone to speak, Song Moran couldn't help feeling a little impatient.

"Why don't you talk?" Song Moran asked impatiently, as if he was immersed in ice water, which made people tremble uncontrollably.

Lu Cheng licked his lips, took a deep breath, and said nonchalantly, "I want to watch the data of the show."

A voice that he hadn't heard for several days kept ringing in his ears, Song Moran couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked up.

Looking up, Lu Cheng didn't seem to have changed at all, but seeing her expression became a lot more serious, Song Moran thought to herself.

"Data?" Song Moran asked casually as soon as he put them aside.

Lu Cheng nodded quickly, as if she didn't notice Song Moran's gaze looking at her expectantly.

Lu Cheng's reaction was not in Song Moran's imagination, and he couldn't help but feel a little bored, clicked his tongue lightly, and raised his hand to look at the stack of documents that Assistant Song sent over in the morning.

Having found it, Song Moran held the thin sheets of paper in his hands, and almost instantly felt that Lu Cheng's eyes on him at first shifted to his hands.

That gaze was burning with undisguised expectation, it was obviously an invisible thing but it seemed to make his hands feel the real heat.

His fingers twitched unconsciously, but Song Moran didn't pass the document to Lu Cheng, but instead looked through it by himself.

The sound of "rustling" paper rubbing against each other sounded in the empty room, but it seemed to fall clearly in the ears of two people.

Lu Cheng looked at him blatantly ignoring her, feeling both annoyed and wronged in her heart, and the circles of her eyes turned red involuntarily.

"Can you let me take a look?" Lu Cheng repeated again, with some imperceptible sobs in his voice.

Now Lu Cheng wanted to turn around and leave immediately, to leave this place that made her feel humiliated, but those obsessions to the result made her stop at the same place, unable to take a single step with heavy steps.

She lowered her head, her eyes were all focused on the area in front of her feet, as if even her hair was hanging down.

Song Moran raised his eyes and saw this scene. His heart twitched involuntarily, feeling a little sore, but he didn't intend to give the things in his hand to Lu Cheng.

"It was just one night, what's the use of seeing it now," Song Moran said nonchalantly.

Although he didn't say it directly, Lu Cheng understood that he had no intention of telling him the result.

Ripples involuntarily appeared in the eyes, and the mist surged up quickly, as if even the eyelashes became a little wet.

"Do you have to do this?" Lu Cheng suppressed the burgeoning anger in her heart, looked at Song Moran and asked seriously.

But Song Moran didn't like his reaction like this. Song Moran even moved left and right involuntarily, trying to avoid Lu Cheng's eyes looking at him.

He hated this kind of gaze, as if he was looking at an ignorant child, Song Moran looked at Lu Cheng blankly.

Without Song Moran's answer, the anger in Lu Cheng's heart that was supported by the anger also slowly calmed down. She closed her eyes weakly, turned around and left slowly.

"Sorry, I can't control my emotions," Song Moran heard faint voices in the room when the door was closed.

Lu Cheng didn't see Song Moran's eyes flicker behind him, and almost immediately wanted to get up and put everything Lu Cheng wanted in front of him, but he knew clearly in his heart that this was not possible.

I don't know if it's because the time is too short, or because there's not much popularity. Although Lu Cheng's program is already well-produced in his opinion, there are not many evaluations on the Internet.

Wait for a while, Song Moran told himself this sentence in his heart, wait for a while, if things are still like this, then tell Lu Cheng everything.

Unaware of Song Moran's painstaking efforts, Lu Cheng ran all the way after leaving the office. She couldn't accept Song Moran's behavior when facing her.

As if he was a complete stranger, or an insignificant employee in the company, Lu Cheng gritted his teeth.

She didn't know if it was her own illusion, but she seemed to feel the taste of rust coming from the tip of her tongue.

But soon Lu Cheng knew that this was not an illusion, because she felt the sharp pain from the tip of her tongue.

His face was wrinkled in pain, looking a little ridiculous.

Lu Cheng squatted beside him a little discouraged, not caring about the people coming and going.

Holding his knees with his hands, his face was buried tightly on his knees, and he quickly felt the warmth of his legs clearly.

I don't know how long it took to sit here quietly like this, Lu Cheng slowly raised her head, her face was flushed from the suffocation, her makeup had been spent a lot, and those water droplets didn't know whether they were tears or sweat.

Lu Cheng gently raised his legs to stand up, but what followed was a tingling sensation, as if the feeling was from the flesh and blood all the way to the bones.

Such soreness made it impossible for her legs to support the weight of her whole body, and she couldn't help but staggered and fell down again.

The cold touch of the floor has been constantly passed on to Lu Cheng, which slowly calmed down the restless mood in her heart.

After sitting quietly on the ground for a while, Lu Cheng raised his feet tentatively. Although the tingling feeling still existed, it was much better than before.

She leaned on the wall next to her and stood up cautiously, and walked forward slowly in small steps, as if she was afraid that if she took a bigger step, she would lose her standing.