I Am a Very Traditional Girl

"Teacher Zhang, you should stay away from Bai Youlou!"

Hu Manyin's sudden advice surprised Zhang Xiaorong, but she wasn't overly shocked.

This was because she had encountered similar unsolicited kindness from strangers several times before.

Just like Bai Youlou's "theory on the usefulness of good looks" that he had explained to Long Ziqiang.

People who are good-looking always receive preferential treatment.

Some people's looks garner favoritism from the opposite sex, while Zhang Xiaorong was the type who could charm both.

At the same time, she likely understood what Hu Manyin was trying to say. She had already heard from An Luning that Bai Youlou apparently had a bad reputation.

Zhang Xiaorong wasn't curious about the specifics and hadn't bothered to look it up online.

She had her own way of judging people, rather than relying on what others said.

However, she still thanked Hu Manyin for the reminder.

This "careless" attitude made Hu Manyin a bit anxious.

Having debuted as a child star, she had been navigating the entertainment industry from a young age. She felt it was perfectly fine to be a little calculating.

To get ahead, one had to pay attention to every aspect.

As an artist, you couldn't just do whatever you pleased.

But despite her pragmatism, she was still a young girl, not a jaded veteran. Having witnessed many of the messy affairs in the entertainment industry, seeing a campus goddess like Zhang Xiaorong being "fooled" and falling for a scumbag made it difficult for her to accept, like an obsession.

That wretched scumbag could only fool someone like Teacher Zhang who didn't go online!

"Teacher Zhang, what would you do if you fell for someone, but he was already married?"

Zhang Xiaorong: ???

Why did this suddenly come up?

Little Hu was such a thoughtful person.

Zhang Xiaorong never refused kindness, even if she didn't need it, and she always reciprocated.

So, she rarely showed a playful smile, putting her hands behind her back, she said, "Mmm, actually, I'm a very traditional girl."

Yes, yes!

That's it, traditional!

Just as Hu Manyin was about to mention Bai Youlou's entanglement with a married woman, Zhang Xiaorong's smile widened as she added:

"If he doesn't mind, I'm willing to be the other woman."

Hu Manyin: ???

Her mind suddenly went blank, and she couldn't think. Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

After a few seconds, she found herself speechless.

Yeah, she was quite traditional. This is too traditional!

Her idea of tradition: the man works outside, the woman manages the household, they love each other, and don't mess around.

Zhang Xiaorong's tradition: going back a few hundred or even a thousand years.

She had gone straight to the feudal dregs.

If that was the case, then she and Bai Youlou were a match made in heaven.

For a full half-minute, Hu Manyin watched Zhang Xiaorong's smile before slowly realizing.

She was joking with her!

"Teacher Zhang, you scared me to death."

"It's not that serious, but thank you for the reminder. I understand."

"Then let's exchange contact information."

"Okay."

After they exchanged numbers and Hu Manyin was already far from the filming set, she suddenly realized her "advice" hadn't seemed to have any effect.

Zhang Xiaorong had used a joke to brush off the matter.

She could only shake her head helplessly, thinking, I wonder what kind of spell that Bai Youlou guy put on Teacher Zhang.

If there's a chance in the future, I still need to find a way to persuade her!

After twenty-five days, "Whiplash" had wrapped up filming.

But just like how unceremonious it was at the start, the wrap-up was also unremarkable.

Bai Youlou was busy confirming if the final shooting footage had any issues.

Long Ziqiang breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground, vigorously rubbing his face. He felt a sense of having gone through a lifetime.

He had already decided to go out for a big drink that night, to numb himself with alcohol and quickly escape the shadow and madness of the character.

Meanwhile, Old Zhou was going around the set distributing a stack of red envelopes.

He said, "Thank you for your hard work."

The money in the red envelopes wasn't much, but the amount was enough to make anyone happy for a little while.

So, almost everyone who received a red envelope was willing to respond to Old Zhou and say something nice.

Of course, the reason for giving out red envelopes wasn't because Bai Youlou and Old Zhou had suddenly become generous. It was mainly because Old Zhou had done some calculations.

Just booking a table at a random restaurant for a wrap party would cost over a thousand yuan, and that was just for the food, not including drinks or cigarettes.

There were quite a few alcoholics among the seasoned crew members, so when he figured it all up, giving out red envelopes would actually save some money.

Alternatively, they could skip the wrap party altogether and just disband the crew on the spot, telling everyone to scram.

But did Bai Youlou plan to make movies in the future or not?

No matter how bad his reputation was online, he couldn't ruin the fundamental structure.

"I get one too?"

Zhang Xiaorong asked, slightly surprised, as she looked at the red envelope Old Zhou handed her.

"Everyone gets one. I still have to go give one to the cleaning lady on this floor later."

Hearing Old Zhou's words, Zhang Xiaorong didn't refuse.

But she pursed her lips, thinking for a moment as if she had something to say. In the end, however, she simply said, "Thank you."

Old Zhou, being the shrewd person he was, chuckled and said, "Teacher Zhang, could you do me a favor and keep an eye on Old Bai until we're done cleaning up here? He's been working way too hard lately, and I'm afraid he might collapse right here at the end."

This request seemed to suit Zhang Xiaorong perfectly. She lifted her skirt, grabbed her chair, and moved to sit next to Bai Youlou.

Without saying a word to disturb him, she just sat there quietly, propping her chin on her hand and glancing at him from time to time.

After Bai Youlou finished confirming the filming footage and securely stored everything, he finally noticed the familiar and beautiful woman beside him.

Although Zhang Xiaorong was wearing a simple white dress today, no outfit seemed ordinary on her.

It still accentuated her perfectly proportioned figure, and the half-exposed calves beneath the hem of her dress were fair and smooth.

Bai Youlou, having finished filming, was in a rare good mood. He wasn't radiating a low-pressure aura like he had been the past few days. He smiled at her and said, "You've been watching for a while, am I handsome?"

"You haven't shaved your beard these past two days," Zhang Xiaorong replied lightly.

Ah, this.

Bai Youlou reached up and touched his face, immediately feeling the rough stubble.

Every time he teased this girl, her light yet precise responses always felt like a punch to the gut.

But seeing his helpless and flustered expression, Zhang Xiaorong smiled and casually asked, "Now that you've finished filming, you won't be coming to school anymore, right?"

Bai Youlou understood her meaning instantly but countered with a question, "Are you still going to be a spy for An Luning?"

"I don't know. She hasn't told me."

It had been more than half a month. If he still didn't know that Zhang Xiaorong was "sent" by An Luning, he might as well go find a crooked tree to hang himself.

Moreover, these two girls weren't professional spies. Their meetings, while seemingly covert, were actually quite open.

Later on, Zhang Xiaorong didn't even bother to hide it. Sometimes, she would even help An Luning pass messages to Bai Youlou.

Such as:

"That idiot, will the company distribute his movie? Is he going to sell it to the movie channel?"

"I admit he might have some talent, but not much!"

"His reputation is so bad, why is he playing the lead himself? So stupid!"

"Help him? If it weren't for the fact that I knew him before, I wouldn't even bother saying anything!"

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These were all things An Luning complained about to Zhang Xiaorong. But every time, An Luning would add, "Sister Zhang, help me scold him."

It was a way of passing notes.

Although this girl "scolded" him quite often, what she actually said were all suggestions.

It was almost as if she was standing there with her hands on her hips, looking up at Bai Youlou and saying, "Call me 'Sister,' and I might help you~"

Bai Youlou didn't call her "Sister."

But he didn't let the opportunity pass and genuinely appreciated the help.

Given that her agent was strictly guarding her, Bai Youlou had barely seen An Luning these past few days.

However, through Old Zhou, he had managed to arrange for distribution with her company, Huaxing Company.

There was no special treatment; they had to handle the promotion themselves and couldn't expect the company to fund it. It was essentially borrowing their channels, so they didn't ask for much of a cut.

It was somewhat similar to writing a novel on Qidian; they provided a platform, and your success depended entirely on your own abilities.