Chapter 8
At noon, I had a working lunch with Bai Yu.
He seemed to have little appetite, or perhaps the food didn’t suit his eating habits.
He ate each bite as if it were poison.
During our conversation, I discovered we were from the same hometown.
“Can you still speak our hometown dialect?” I asked curiously.
Bai Yu lowered his eyes-he was practically a lash monster, a faint shadow cast beneath his lower eyelids. “Not really. I went abroad to study when I was very young, and only came back a few years ago.”
“I see.”
Bai Yu smiled, “Were all those things you said today your own ideas? Or did someone tell you? Sorry, I don’t mean anything by it…”
“It’s just that you seemed a bit… strange in the middle.”
He was referring to when I got immersed in the System, slipping into the Murderer’s perspective.
“Hahaha, you know, we actors are all drama queens.”
I gave a dry laugh to cover it up.
After all, how could I explain to a normal person that I have a Murderer System!
“Is that so.”
After the meal, I tried to probe about the casting.
Bai Yu held a cup of iced Americano, speaking lightly, “The candidates haven’t been decided yet. Someone should notify you for an audition in a few days.”
“You guys don’t mind? My public image isn’t great, and, well, I might ruin your reputation.” I decided to just say it outright.
“There are no bad actors, only directors who don’t know how to coach them.”
He sighed softly, “Juexia, you’re not as bad as you think.”
After returning home, I crammed case materials.
But my phone wouldn’t stop vibrating.
It was Zheng Nan Zhou, who had previously blocked me, now repeatedly trying to add me as a friend.
I put him on the blacklist, and the world was instantly peaceful.