My Songwriting Was Rejected, But I Became A Superstar

The story of a young man is about to be told.

Chapter 162: A Lesson for You

Zhou Yu has watched this kind of drama with a female lead before. How should I put it? This kind of drama with a female lead is actually the same as a male-oriented drama. With the female lead as the protagonist, all opportunities are taken by the female lead, and then a bunch of men of different identities love the female lead to death.

However, if you shoot a TV series, it is very likely to be a pure love type, otherwise it will not pass the review.

As expected, Yang Qian nodded and said, “Well, it’s not the only love story, after all, there is also the male lead. However, this drama has more career lines, and there are few love lines between the male and female leads. In the end, it didn’t work out, which is a tragedy, because the female lead has always liked her master, and she is just a friend or confidant to the male lead.”

Zhou Yu finally understood that the male lead is just a tool man. After all, the love story of a drama is very important. There is a love story between the male and female leads in the beginning to suspend the audience, and in the end it is a tragic ending, with the female lead always in love with her master.

He couldn’t help but sigh: “It seems that this male lead is a real tool man.”

Yang Qian’s appetite is small, and she is full after eating a bowl of rice. Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, she propped her chin with one hand and looked at Zhou Yu, and asked with expectation in her beautiful eyes: “So what do you think? Do you want to try it?”

As if she was worried that Zhou Yu would refuse, Yang Qian blinked her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and said very seductively: “This is a love scene with me. Let you play my teacher, it’s a bargain for you.”

Zhou Yu thought about it, master and apprentice, and in “Idol Son”, Yang Qian was his mentor and he was a student. In this way, the identities of the two in the play were suddenly swapped.

Looking at Yang Qian’s beautiful face, Zhou Yu asked seriously: “Is there a kissing scene?”

When Yang Qian heard Zhou Yu’s words, her rosy little mouth opened in surprise, and she looked at Zhou Yu with a look of astonishment: “Okay, Zhou Yu, you have changed, and you actually want to shoot a kissing scene with your teacher!”

This guy, will he not shoot if there is no kissing scene? Or, this kid has already had ideas about me?

Yang Qian had a smile on her face, but her eyes flickered, and she had all kinds of thoughts flashing through her mind.

This student, this brother, seems pretty good. Although the kissing scenes in the previous filming were all misplaced, if it was Zhou Yu, it would not be impossible.

“If you think…”

Yang Qian felt that Zhou Yu was really suitable for the role. For the new drama and for art, she felt that she could still compromise this time.

However, Zhou Yu put down his bowl and chopsticks and said very calmly: “The main thing is that I think if I have a kissing scene with you, I will suffer a little. After all, it’s my first time filming, and it’s my first kiss…”

Yang Qian was instantly furious: “Zhou Yu!”

The pair of long legs under the table kicked Zhou Yu unceremoniously. What does this guy mean? He still despises me. It’s my first kiss, okay? She was misplaced in the previous filming. Just now, I was thinking about compromising myself for this guy, no, for the new drama. In the end, I didn’t despise this guy, but he despised me.

Zhou Yu looked at Yang Qian’s angry look and found it a little funny. He patted his trouser legs that were kicked by him and stood up to clean up the dishes.

“Show me the script. If it’s okay, I can try it.”

Yang Qian was delighted when she heard it: “Really?”

Zhou Yu nodded: “Really, more real than steamed buns.”

Yang Qian rolled her eyes at him charmingly, stood up and took her bag to go back home.

“Then wait, I’ll go get it for you.”

Zhou Yu was washing dishes here, Yang Qian went over to get her script, and also took a bottle of red wine for Zhou Yu.

“Here, here is the script. I asked someone to bring you this bottle of wine. I can’t bear to drink it.”

Zhou Yu looked at the bottle of red wine and it was really good: “So generous today?”

Seeing him teasing her like this, Yang Qian couldn’t help but reach out and hit Zhou Yu again: “What do you mean by so generous today? Sister has always been generous, okay.”

She pointed at Zhou Yu’s wine cabinet: “Look, at least half of the wine you put here is mine.”

Zhou Yu also smiled. Yang Qian was indeed very generous. He got a lot of her good wine for free.

Yang Qian was also bored. She sat on the sofa and played with her mobile phone. After Zhou Yu cleaned up, he took the script and started reading it. Seeing this, Yang Qian also explained it to him. After roughly looking at the script, the plot was pretty good.

Not bad, although it seems a bit old-fashioned to me, the audience in this world has liked this kind of plot in the past two years.

“No problem, but when will this drama be filmed?”

“I will join the crew at the end of this month, and your part will probably be next month. If you are busy next month, I can ask Director Yu to film your part first.”

As a top-tier actress, Yang Qian is her own boss, and she is her own capital. Even for these big directors, she has a lot of say.

“It’s okay, I guess I won’t be that busy next month, just tell me directly when the time comes.”

Anyway, he is now his own boss, making his own decisions, and has a lot of time.

“Well, I’ll talk to Director Yu first. When the time comes, I’ll have them contact your team directly about the relevant contracts.”

“Okay.”

The two had lunch and nothing else to do. Zhou Yu sat on the sofa playing with his phone, and Yang Qian lay on the sofa without any hesitation. Her pair of snow-white legs were placed next to Zhou Yu’s thighs. As long as Zhou Yu made a move, he could touch the beautiful legs of the goddess that countless men dream of.

Zhou Yu looked at her. Yang Qian went over to change her shoes and was not wearing socks. She leaned her head to one side and lay on the sofa with her legs crossed. Zhou Yu sat there, looking at Yang Qian’s white and tender feet, with pink soles and cute toes curled up slightly.

This woman really didn’t treat herself as an outsider. If she was photographed by those paparazzi, there might be some kind of cohabitation scandal.

“You are a big star after all, can you pay attention to your image? Also, in my home as a single man, aren’t you afraid of anything happening?”

Yang Qian covered her proud chest with her phone, looked up at Zhou Yu and said, “I am not afraid, so what are you afraid of?”

She narrowed her eyes and looked at Zhou Yu: “Or do you really have any idea about your sister?”

Zhou Yu sighed helplessly: “Can you be more serious? If your fans know, they will probably be shocked.”

Yang Qian didn’t care: “Anyway, they won’t know, and why do you care so much at home.”

She picked up the phone again and continued to chat with Wen Shiyi.

“Shiyi, are you here? I’m waiting for you at Zhou Yu’s house. I bought some fresh food. You can come over in the afternoon to clean it up together and eat it in the evening.”

Wen Shiyi just got home and went to the company to deal with some things. There is nothing to do in the next few days. She can have a good rest these days.

And Zhou Yu is back. Tonight is her first time to go to Zhou Yu’s house for dinner.

She originally thought that Yang Qian would also arrive this afternoon, but when she saw her message, she was slightly stunned.

“You’re back?”

“Yes, I came back this morning. I bought some fresh food and had lunch at Zhou Yu’s house. I’m waiting for you at home with him now.”

Wen Shiyi pursed her red lips. Seeing Yang Qian’s words, she always felt like an outsider.

What do you mean by waiting for me at home?

That’s not her home, it’s Zhou Yu’s home. Why did she say it was like she was at home?

“You’re still at Zhou Yu’s house now?”

Wen Shiyi asked again.

Yang Qian looked at Wen Shiyi and still didn’t believe that she was back so soon. She raised her phone and took a photo of Zhou Yu sitting there playing with his phone and sent it to her.

“See, I’m really here. Come over quickly.”

Wen Shiyi looked at the photo Yang Qian sent over. Zhou Yu was sitting on the sofa playing with his phone, and he didn’t seem to notice that Yang Qian was secretly taking a photo of him. But the pair of white legs that overlapped Zhou Yu’s legs below particularly attracted her eyes.

She went to Zhou Yu’s house wearing so little, and seemed to be lying on Zhou Yu’s sofa. Although her feet were not on Zhou Yu’s legs, it was hard not to be misunderstood in such an intimate photo.

Wen Shiyi felt a little uncomfortable, and always felt a sense of betrayal.

Obviously, she knew Zhou Yu the earliest, so why did Yang Qian become the one who had the most contact and interaction with Zhou Yu?

“I’ll be there soon.”

Wen Shiyi didn’t dare to stay at home for too long. She put away her bag and prepared to go out to the opposite side with her mobile phone. As a result, just after she walked out of the door, Wen Shiyi retreated again and touched up her makeup before going out.

On Yang Qian’s side, after seeing Wen Shiyi coming, she also held back her little feet and gently kicked Zhou Yu.

“Your teacher Wen is coming over. Let’s clean up the fresh food and eat it in the evening.”

Zhou Yu felt her little feet kicking his thighs. Through the thin clothes of his pants, he could feel a hint of coldness. Looking at the pink little feet, Zhou Yu looked very disgusted.

“Don’t kick me with your stinky feet. It stinks.”

Yang Qian immediately

She was furious: “What? I washed my feet before coming here. Besides, my feet smell good. Why don’t you smell them?”

She raised her feet slightly and put them on Zhou Yu’s face. Zhou Yu grabbed her ankles and said, “If you mess around again, I’ll stuff my socks into your mouth.”

Yang Qian was unable to move because of Zhou Yu’s ankles, but she was still ready to tease Zhou Yu, and stretched out her other foot to kick Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu directly held her two feet in his hands with a big hand, which was icy cold.

“You asked for it.”

“Pah!”

A loud sound of flesh hitting each other sounded.

Yang Qian felt pain on her thigh, and she exclaimed, “You really hit me, it hurts.”

Zhou Yu was too lazy to care about him, and slapped her twice again. It was really good.

“You are the one who messed around, so I’ll teach you a lesson.”

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