All Right, All Right, I'm About to Die of Anger

After dinner, Xu Yanche gave the autograph book to He Jing.

He Jing reached out with trembling hands, picked up the book, and flipped through it.

Then she got so excited she nearly jumped up.

She had never expected to get so many autographs so quickly.

She really was incredibly lucky.

"Thank you, Brother."

Xu Yanche said smugly, "You're welcome."

As usual, he went over problems with He Jing and tutored her schoolwork.

He Qing, lying alone in bed, was feeling rather unhappy.

That was his wife, not He Jing's wife.

Unbelievable.

Every time, she kept monopolizing his wife and left him alone in an empty bed. How awful.

Perhaps he was too sleepy.

He Qing fell asleep before long.

By the time Xu Yanche returned after finishing He Jing's tutoring session,

he saw He Qing lying on the bed in a bathrobe without even covering himself with a blanket.

The air conditioner was on in the room. Wasn't he afraid of catching a chill?

Xu Yanche walked over and covered He Qing with the blanket.

Then he leaned beside him and carefully studied He Qing's brows and eyes.

He reached out and touched them.

"So handsome."

He took out his phone and snapped a photo of the sleeping He Qing.

Then he slipped into He Qing's arms, wrapped his arms around his waist, and went to sleep.

Xu Yanche: His abs feel so nice.

When Xu Yanche woke up in the morning, the first thing he saw was a wall of flesh.

Looking upward, he met He Qing's dark eyes.

Xu Yanche naturally leaned forward and kissed He Qing on the lips. "Good morning, Qingqing baby."

He Qing's expression softened somewhat. Just as he was about to hold Xu Yanche's head and kiss him deeply,

Xu Yanche seemed to have anticipated it. He got out of bed and darted into the bathroom to wash up.

He Qing: "..."

Am I not handsome enough?

While eating breakfast, Xu Yanche received a call from Zhang Yue, who told him to audition for the second male lead in a drama.

"What role?"

Zhang Yue flipped through the script in her hand. "The second male lead in an xianxia drama. He's a character who's both righteous and wicked. If you play him well, moving up the ranks will be just around the corner."

Xu Yanche agreed readily. "Sure. Come pick me up later."

Zhang Yue said, "Got it. Remember to eat less, or you'll look fat on camera."

Xu Yanche: "..."

[Hmph, I'm not listening. People live by food, and no matter what I skimp on, I can't skimp on feeding myself. Besides, I'm going to be an actor, not a star.]

The He family: That actually sounded pretty reasonable.

At ten in the morning,

Zhang Yue drove her newly purchased business van to pick Xu Yanche up for the audition.

Xu Yanche stared at the brand-new van in shock. "Zhang Mammy, did you rob a bank? Where did you get so much money? Let me look up how much this thing costs."

Xu Yanche did not know much about cars.

But he could tell this one probably was not cheap.

He fell silent when he saw the price he found.

This damn business van cost three million. It was so expensive.

"Zhang Mammy, was this provided by the company, or did you buy it yourself?"

Zhang Yue looked confused. "President He had someone buy it. He said it would be more convenient for picking you up and dropping you off in the future. President He even specifically told them to stock the car with snacks and drinks you like. What's wrong? Didn't President He tell you?"

Hearing that Zhang Yue had not bought it with a loan, Xu Yanche relaxed.

He opened the car door and got in.

"Oh, then it's nothing."

Zhang Yue sat in the driver's seat and kept chattering. "Even if President He said to stock the car with snacks and drinks you like, you still can't eat them. No, you have to eat less, understand? In this industry, you need to watch your figure. You look ten pounds heavier on camera, understand?"

Xu Yanche let it go in one ear and out the other.

He sprawled against the seatback, took the script Zhang Yue had just handed him, and began reading.

"Zhang Mammy, this isn't right. You said I have financial backing now, so why can't you just reserve a role for me? Then I wouldn't have to work so hard to compete for one. Don't you think?"

Zhang Yue was speechless.

"My little ancestor, didn't you say you wanted to be a serious actor who relied on skill? So the most important thing for us is acting ability, understand?"

Xu Yanche frowned slightly. "Wrong. I'm a custard-pie actor."

Zhang Yue: "..." All right, all right, she was about to die of anger.

"Okay, let me explain this now. Immortal and Demon is a major IP. Let's act properly. There are a lot of competitors this time, and the strongest one is Lu Xing—the Lu Xing who debuted as a child star. His acting is very good too, so let's struggle to turn things around."

"If you really don't get selected, we still have several scripts in hand. We can audition for other roles then."

Xu Yanche said, "Okay."

He secretly opened a pack of custard pies, lowered his head, and quietly ate one.

He had originally planned to eat it in secret, but unfortunately, the sound of tearing open the wrapper was too loud.

He was discovered.

Xu Yanche received Zhang Yue's death glare.

Xu Yanche said, "Sister Zhang, I could actually take the martial arts star route. I'm very good at kung fu."

Zhang Yue looked at Xu Yanche skeptically.

That look was like she was looking at an idiot.

"Are you still dreaming? What martial arts star has arms and legs as skinny as yours? And your skin is even whiter than a steamed bun."

Xu Yanche was unhappy.

"Who says someone who knows kung fu has to have such exaggerated muscles? I'm really good, okay? Is it my fault my skin is fair? I was born this way."

Zhang Yue did not want to argue with Xu Yanche anymore and urged him to hurry up and read the script.

The audition was about to begin.

Xu Yanche said, "All right, all right, I get it."

When they arrived at the audition hotel,

Zhang Yue wanted to go up with Xu Yanche, but he stopped her, his tone serious. "No, no, no. I'll get nervous if you come with me."

Zhang Yue looked at him suspiciously. "You're lying, right? You act like you're mentally unhinged all day. You don't seem like someone who would get nervous."

Xu Yanche: "..." Don't I have any dignity?

In the end, after Xu Yanche repeatedly persuaded her, Zhang Yue stayed in the car to wait for him.

Seeing that Zhang Yue had not followed him, Xu Yanche happily went upstairs for the audition.

He took three dorayaki from his pocket and happily ate them.

The reason he had not wanted Zhang Yue to come was because he wanted to eat snacks.

If Zhang Yue saw him, she would definitely nag him again.

By the time Xu Yanche arrived, many people were already gathered in the hallway outside the audition hall.

Some looked anxious, some appeared certain of victory, and some were receiving others' flattery and compliments.

Xu Yanche found a staff member and collected his number tag. His number was very lucky: 66.

He was the last one.

Xu Yanche looked around, picked an unoccupied spot to stand in, and flipped through the script.

As he was reading the script, a gentle, clear voice sounded. "Hello. How come I haven't seen you around the industry before? Are you new? Could we exchange number tags? It's fine if you don't want to."

By the end, there was a trace of disappointment in the voice.

He looked up and saw Lu Xing.

Xu Yanche: Hiss, why does this voice sound more uncomfortable the longer I listen to it? It's like he's deliberately speaking in a cutesy voice.

He looked delicate and fair, like an innocent little white flower.

Though that fair complexion was the kind achieved with powder.

His doe-like eyes looked at Xu Yanche with anticipation.

A strange curve lifted at Xu Yanche's lips. "Sure."

As he spoke, he exchanged his number tag with Lu Xing's.

Lu Xing's number tag was number one.

After the exchange, Xu Yanche went to wait at the front.

[Tch, he's obviously jealous that I'm better-looking than him, so he wants to cause trouble. Does he think he's the only skilled actor here, planning to make a grand finale appearance after the director gets tired of everyone else's acting? Keep dreaming. With me here, don't even think about making a finale entrance.]

Lu Xing looked at the number tag in his hand. He had not expected it to be so easy. This was not quite what he had anticipated.