The Quiet Rise of Entertainment Superstars

On the bus, everyone was smiling happily, feeling the joy of returning home.

Xiaoyue couldn't be happy because she had not handed in her homework at least three times and she didn't know whether Professor Zhang would be angry.

At this time, a song "Jasmine Flower" was playing on the bus, and the White Swan Choir sang it very beautifully.

"Let's go back to the company and sign the contract?" Zhang Zehua turned his head and said to Xiaoyue in the back row.

"understood!"

"Why don't we record the song sooner?"

Xiaoyue thought about it and decided it was okay, so she nodded in agreement.

"What about me?" Wu Hao turned and said to Xiaoyue.

Xiaoyue was confused. She hadn't promised him anything, right?

"A new script!" Wu Hao said aggrievedly: "You promised me last night."

Xiaoyue rolled her eyes and said, “It’s a new script! I haven’t even decided what to shoot yet!”

"Let's edit the film and get it approved first. Don't be greedy while having your cake and eating it too."

"Okay. I've already done a rough cut, so I can just go back and condense it."

"When did you cut it?" Xiaoyue expressed doubt.

"It's very simple. After shooting during the day, I'll keep the best scenes at night, cut off the beginning and the end, and keep the middle. Put them together to make a rough cut!"

Fuck, it's better not to edit it.

"No, I want to edit it myself when I get back."

Xiaoyue felt that the editing by Wu Hao was definitely not what she wanted, so she had to do it herself and see how to insert the music.

"Ok."

Wu Hao was embarrassed and did not object because he knew Xiaoyue had her own ideas.

When we arrived in Jingshi, it was lunch time. Xiaoyue invited everyone to Liu Wenjie's restaurant for lunch, and then everyone went home.

Xiaoyue has long missed Dahuang and the three puppies, wondering if they have forgotten her.

I got into Master Li's car smoothly. "The First Person I Loved" was playing in the car. Now I hear my own songs wherever I go. I feel a little embarrassed.

The two chatted in the car about what had happened recently in the villa.

"Now the three puppies are running around everywhere. Sometimes when Aunt Zhang takes Da Huang for a walk, she also takes the three little ones with her."

"Aunt Zhang, did anyone ask you what breed your dog is when you were walking it?" Xiaoyue found it funny when she thought about the funny thing that happened when she was walking her dog and someone asked her what breed her dog was.

“Hahaha, it really is.”

The two arrived at the villa while chatting.

As soon as Xiaoyue got off the car, Dahuang ran over.

After not seeing each other for less than a month, Dahuang had become fat and strong, and almost knocked Xiaoyue over.

"Da Huang, you missed me!"

Dahuang barked as if saying "I miss you".

Suddenly three puppies ran out of the villa, so cute!

Sure enough, one’s own home is the best!

At night, Xiaoyue lay in bed, wanting to take a nap, but there were still a lot of things she hadn't done, circling in her mind. She couldn't fall asleep unless she got them done. This damn obsessive-compulsive disorder.

I opened the email, looked at the homework that Professor Chen had assigned earlier, and searched through the three poems in my mind.

"Summer in the Mountain Pavilion"

The green trees are long in the dark summer, and the terrace reflects into the pond.

The crystal curtain moves in the breeze, and the whole yard is filled with the fragrance of roses.

"Separation"

once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking.

Take a look at the flowering lazy, half-edge monastic half-edge.

"The Magpie Bridge Fairy"

Xianyun is clever, Feixing spreads hatred, and Yinhan looms dark.

As soon as Jinfeng Yulu met, they won but countless on earth.

The tenderness is like water, and the good times are like dreams.

If these two feelings are long, how are they going up and down.

Xiaoyue was very satisfied with these three songs. She sent an email to Professor Chen, then started typing, and uploaded them at eleven o'clock.

Xiaoyue now felt at ease and fell asleep in less than a minute.

But she forgot the short story she had just promised to write today.

As a result, many people sent her private messages on Weibo, all asking her about writing short stories.

When I returned to work the next day, my colleagues on the sixth floor were all very enthusiastic towards Xiaoyue.

Xiaoyue quickly took out the small handicrafts she had bought and gave them to everyone, and then she returned to the office smoothly.

Alas, am I so popular?

Xiaoyue still underestimated herself. Many people went to the third department all morning just to see Xiaoyue, even though she was wearing a mask.

What she didn't know was that within Tianyu there was not only the Yue Family Army group founded by Xue Ying'er, but also the Yue God Guard Group.

The Yueshen Guard Team is composed of Tianyu internal employees and artists who like Xiaoyue. From the moment Xiaoyue entered the company, there were people reporting in the group at any time.

"I just accidentally made eye contact with Yue Shen. Ahhh, her eyes are like peach blossoms, not at all the coolness that she conveys to others."

"I took the same elevator with Yue Shen today. I happened to be standing behind her. She had a great figure and seemed to be wearing the No. 5 perfume of Xiangjia. It smelled really good!"

"Hahaha, my boss asked me to go to the sixth floor to deliver some documents to Minister Liu. Brothers and sisters, please wish me good luck in meeting God Yue!"

In short, this group is too active.

However, what everyone didn’t know was that a paparazzi had also infiltrated the group, and that was Zhuo Qiang.

Zhuo Qiang was holding his phone and looking at the messages in the group, feeling like he was going crazy.

Why? Why did everyone encounter Yue Shen occasionally, but she never encountered one?

He even suspected that Tianyu had some unknown internal passage, otherwise it would be impossible for him, a security guard guarding the gate, to not be able to see Yue Shen?

In fact, what he didn't know was that this morning when Xiaoyue entered the gate, she greeted Zhuoqiang: "Good morning."

And he replied with a smile: "Hello, Director Cheng!"

The most important thing is, even though the group chats are very lively, no one dares to take photos of Yue Shen and post them in the group. They are all just talking nonsense, which really makes him depressed!

Five million, five million!

This has almost become his obsession.

In the afternoon, Wu Hao took the original film and went to the editing room with Xiaoyue, where there were professional editors to help.

The three of them edited it together.

The editor did what Xiaoyue asked for and the editing went very smoothly.

Three days later, the edited film came out and Xiaoyue took it to compose the music herself.

Time passed quickly, and four days later, the entire film was completed.

Xiaoyue was very pleased when she looked at the finished film. She finally got the effect she wanted. The rest would be left to the test of the film market.

After seven whole days of busy work, Xiaoyue lost five kilograms and almost became a paper man.

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes now had dark circles under them, and Zhang Zehua was not a polite person. He forcibly occupied Xiaoyue's rest time and recorded "Boundless Oceans, Vast Skies".

Wu Hao even began to despise him, but he was busier as he had to quickly send the finished film in for review.

Xiaoyue also has to return to school.

Xiaoyue didn't hand in another assignment this time, and Professor Chen had been waiting anxiously for a long time.

But Xiaoyue didn't care. At most she could work overtime at night.

Xiaoyue recently discovered the calendar of Blue Planet. There is no such thing as a lunar calendar or a solar calendar, only a Gregorian calendar, which is the same as the lunar calendar in her previous life, and also includes the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Spring Festival.

The reason I say this is because the homework assigned by Professor Chen is to write about Mid-Autumn Festival.

In fact, "Song of Water Melody" is also OK, but Xiaoyue doesn't want to use it for the time being, so she can only choose the poem "Looking at the Moon and Recalling the Past". One of the lines in it, "The bright moon rises over the sea, and we share this moment across the world", is Xiaoyue's favorite line.

After handing in the homework, I typed and went to sleep.

Professor Chen has been happy and unhappy recently.

The ups and downs of my mood depend entirely on whether Xiaoyue hands in her homework.

I'm old and I still have to sit in front of the computer every day. I'm afraid I'll miss the emails from the little girl.

Even though he was going to the bathroom in the middle of the night, he still had to check the computer.

Oh? You know what, I finally got what I wanted this time.

Professor Chen couldn't help but read it out loud.

"Moon-gazing and nostalgic"

The sea is bright and the moon is at this time.

The lover complains about the night, and the lovesickness begins at night.

Extinguishing the candles, the pity is full, and the cloak feels lucid.

Unbearable gift, still good time for sleep.

Good poem, good thing! "

"Old man, why are you still awake in the middle of the night and making so much noise?" The angry voice of my spouse came from the bedroom.

Professor Chen turned off the computer awkwardly and went back to his bedroom to sleep.

But, he lay in bed, tossing and turning, with the poem "Looking at the Moon and Reminiscing the Past" in his mind.

Cheng Xingyue, this little girl's poems are still of the same high quality as always. They must be uploaded to the official website of the Chinese Literature Association tomorrow.

The next day, the official website of the Chinese Literature Association went viral because Professor Chen, who had not posted any poems about Wangshu for a month, posted five of her poems in one go, and wrote the homework he had been doing for more than a month.

"Wangshu has published nine poems, right? Every poem is a masterpiece. I am impressed."

"I can't deny it. I haven't been able to write a good poem in a year. I'm heartbroken..."

"I really like the line 'Once you have seen the sea, all other waters are but puddles; once you have seen Mount Wushan, all other clouds are but mounds.'" It's absolutely amazing."

"I like the line 'The bright moon rises over the sea, and we all share this moment', which is very suitable for the Mid-Autumn Festival."

This time, not a single poet came out to comment on the five poems.

Someone was curious and asked an acquaintance in the literature association. The answer was three words: "I am not worthy."

Then someone posted Wangshu's nine poems in chronological order, and everyone was shocked.

"Wangshu, this is too good, isn't it? One poem a week, and the quality is so high, it can be included in the textbook, right?"

"I feel like Wangshu can publish a collection of poems and use it as a supplementary teaching material for students, hehe..."

"Don't leave the upstairs. You will become the public enemy of the students and increase their burden..."

"It's true, publishing a collection of Wangshu's poems is definitely a nightmare for children!"

"Thank you on behalf of the children. Your idea is very hateful."

"Shouldn't he be a national idol? You know, Wangshu is still a student. Isn't he a good role model for children to learn from?"

The poetry lovers' conversation became more and more off-topic, but fortunately no one said anything bad about Xiao Yue, all of them praised her.