When Tang Jierui saw that Wu ngting didn’t buy into his flattery at all, he imdiately reined in his sycophantic expression and switched to a fawning smile instead. "Senior, you really blew up this ti. You’re not only the screenwriter of Green Jade Case, you’re also the producer. My class chat talks about this drama every day, the buzz is huge. So as soon as the people at my agency found out we went to the sa school, they wanted to co visit you right away, see if this junior of yours can cling to your thigh, and best case, snag a small role in your next project."
Wu ngting had spoken bluntly, and he wasn’t shy either, answering just as frankly. That was his whole persona: sincere and straightforward.
In fact, the mont he ca over this ti, Wu ngting had already guessed what he was here for, but having him say it himself now was of course the best outco.
"How’s your acting?" Wu ngting directly put on the airs of a female producer, playing with a pen on the table with her right hand, eyeing him with a scrutinizing look.
When Tang Jierui heard that, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy and hurriedly said, "Ever since I signed with the company at the start of the year, I’ve been in all kinds of professional talent training, including acting. The company arranged for a veteran actor to coach . In my spare ti, whenever I have a mont, I also study on my own. So I won’t say my acting is amazing right now, but for roles that aren’t too difficult, I can still handle them."
"All right then, give a sample now—your best piece."
Wu ngting kept up the posture of an examiner.
"Right now? Here?" Tang Jierui hesitated a little.
Wu ngting nodded, then frowned slightly. "What? Is here no good? You can’t let yourself go?"
"No, no." Tang Jierui rushed to deny it; in reality, he really couldn’t let go. Even though he’d had over half a year of training with professional teachers, when it ca to this "free your nature" thing actors need, he still couldn’t fully do it.
After all, he wasn’t a professionally trained actor and had never gone through any systematic training.
"Then go ahead." Wu ngting urged.
Tang Jierui’s mind turned quickly, and he soon thought of the most classic monologue from A Chinese Odyssey.
He stood up from the sofa, cleared his throat, and imdiately started imitating Zhou Xingxing’s performance from that scene.
"This is what you should do. I should die too. Once there was a sincere love placed right in front of , but I didn’t cherish it. Only after I lost it did I regret it to the core..."
When he finished, Wu ngting shook her head slightly, disappointed, and said bluntly, "This bit is simple if you say it’s simple—you just need a blank face. But it’s also difficult, because under that blank face you need that ’fake within real, real within fake’ feeling. More importantly, you have to cry. If you’d cried just now, out of ten points I could have given you eight. But you didn’t cry, you were just reciting lines with no expression; at most I’d give you three, a failing grade."
Out of ten, Wu ngting only gave him three. That obviously made him a bit embarrassed; this was actually his best performance.
He was young after all, and said with so dissatisfaction, "In the original film, Zhou Xingxing didn’t really cry either, did he? He probably used eye drops."
Wu ngting said bluntly, "But he’s Zhou Xingxing, and you’re Tang Jierui."
What else could Tang Jierui say? He could only lower his head helplessly and sit back down on the sofa.
Luckily at that mont the assistant walked in with tea, easing the slightly awkward, stifling atmosphere.
After the assistant left again, Tang Jierui lowered his head and apologized. "I’m sorry for disappointing you, Senior."
Wu ngting smiled. "Why are you apologizing to ? Your acting being a bit weak is about what I expected. But, well, you are my junior after all. If you don’t mind, I can arrange a small role for you in my next drama. About five or six episodes’ worth, a rich second-generation playboy type. Interested?"
Hearing that, Tang Jierui was overjoyed. He jumped to his feet, his face breaking into a wide grin, thanking her repeatedly. "Thank you, Senior, thank you, Senior. I’m interested, very interested. Thank you for giving this opportunity. I’ll definitely work hard and do this role well so I won’t let you down."
Wu ngting waved her hand, smiling. "I’m not doing this purely to help you. It’s also because your image really fits that character. As long as you don’t mind it’s just a small role."
"How could I possibly mind? This is your next project, Senior. Who knows how many people are eyeing it, begging to get a role. I’m just lucky we went to the sa school, and that you’re willing to give your junior a leg up. I’ll rember this favor for the rest of my life."
"Okay, enough with the polite talk." Wu ngting waved her hand again, then said more seriously, "But let be clear up front: if, when we’re actually shooting, you can’t handle this role, I may still replace you. I hope you won’t let down."
Tang Jierui promised right away, "Don’t worry, Senior, I definitely won’t let you down."
Only then did Wu ngting nod in satisfaction, and started chatting with him about lighter topics, mainly related to East Sea University.
The two of them talked around East Sea University for another ten-plus minutes before Wu ngting took the initiative to end the eting.
Confident as he was, Tang Jierui felt that this senior clearly had a good impression of him, otherwise she wouldn’t have given him a role in her next drama right after their first eting.
But Wu ngting’s looks were just too good, her presence top-notch, and her aura was powerful—a strong-career-woman vibe hitting you straight in the face. In terms of sheer presence, she was no less intimidating than the big boss at his agency whom he always treated with deep respect.
So in front of her, Tang Jierui didn’t dare step out of line at all. Forget deliberately flirting or saying anything suggestive—he didn’t even pull out his signature move of slicking his hair back to look cool.
Fortunately, before they parted, they added each other on WeChat, so there would still be plenty of opportunities later.
Tang Jierui suddenly felt full of interest and motivation about "capturing" this senior of his, and he was also brimming with confidence.
Won, even the most beautiful one he’d ever seen, still need n.
And as a top-tier pretty boy himself, he naturally had both the qualifications and the charm to conquer her.
On Wu ngting’s side, after eting this junior from the sa university, she actually felt a bit disappointed.
Now that she was an executive at an entertainnt company, as well as a well-known online author and screenwriter, she had developed so eye for reading people.
Tang Jierui was indeed handso, and his personality seed gentle enough, but she still picked up on other things—like how lustful he was. Even though he hid it very well, her radar was sharp enough to catch it.
Then again, with how pretty she was, it was normal for a man like Tang Jierui to have so ideas about her.
That said, Wu ngting still felt a bit uncomfortable inside.
It was only because her first impression of him wasn’t bad, plus they were both East Sea University alumni and both from grassroots backgrounds, that she gave him a small role in her next drama as a bit of support.
If he beca more famous in the future and really turned into a big star, this would also count as a favor she’d have in the bank.
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