Chapter 0470: Hitting Someone

Early the next morning, Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun eagerly went off for another round of interviews, but this time Zhao Fusheng did not go with them; he stayed at home.

Come afternoon, the two girls returned dejectedly.

"How did it go?" Zhao Fusheng asked Fan Baobao calmly, though he had already guessed the outcome.

Fan Baobao said nothing. Zhou Yun hesitated, then spoke: "Failed again."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I see."

Then he looked at Fan Baobao: "What's wrong with you? This isn't like you."

Fan Baobao's face was dark, her expression extremely sour, looking thoroughly frustrated. It was clear that repeated failures had put her in a terrible mood.

Zhou Yun thought for a moment, walked over to Zhao Fusheng, and said in a low voice: "Today an assistant director said some nasty things to us. Baobao must be really pissed off."

Zhao Fusheng's brow furrowed immediately. He watched Zhou Yun turn and go back to her room, leaving him and Fan Baobao alone in the living room.

Fan Baobao didn't speak either, losing her usual lively and clever energy. She silently walked to the sofa, sat down, hugged her knees, like a wounded little animal.

Seeing Fan Baobao in such a rare, soft state, Zhao Fusheng shook his head, went to the kitchen, took out fruit from the fridge, cut it up, brought it out, and set it on the coffee table.

"Have some fruit," Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao.

"Don't want any," Fan Baobao replied in a muffled voice, burying her head between her knees.

"What's the matter? Got knocked down and feeling bad?" Zhao Fusheng smiled, not angry, sitting down beside Fan Baobao and asking.

"He... he said we have no acting skills and can only sell our faces in commercials," Fan Baobao looked up, indignantly. Clearly, the director's words had really hurt her. She had worked so hard studying acting at the film academy, only to be told on set that she was just a pretty face with no talent.

"He wasn't wrong."

Zhao Fusheng burst out laughing: "He told the truth. In your and Zhou Yun's current situation, you can only play vase-type roles. Otherwise, why do you think Sister Hua didn't take you to interviews herself, but let you run around on your own?"

"Huh?" Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng in disbelief. She had expected him to comfort her, but instead he was putting her down too.

"You... whose side are you on?" Fan Baobao fumed at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "I'm on your side, of course."

"Then why are you calling me a vase!" Fan Baobao wanted to strangle Zhao Fusheng and shake his head hard to see what nonsense was inside, daring to call her a vase!

"A vase is a vase, that's a fact," Zhao Fusheng said calmly, unfazed by Fan Baobao's attitude. "But the thing is, you and Zhou Yun haven't graduated yet. You're still young, and you have plenty of time to hone your acting skills. In short, people always improve—that's beyond doubt."

"Don't let a few words from others shake your confidence," Zhao Fusheng said, looking at Fan Baobao's face, gently smoothing her slightly disheveled hair. "I believe in you. Even if your acting isn't great now, still very raw, you'll definitely develop it later. Really, all you need is time and opportunity."

He spoke the truth. In his past life, Fan Baobao was also called a vase when she became a star, but later her acting improved significantly.

Of course, by then she had been labeled with many tags, so she couldn't turn things around.

She had even been dragged into a love affair between two celebrities.

Thinking of that incident, Zhao Fusheng suddenly recalled that the female lead seemed to be one of the Eight Golden Hairpins of the 1996 class at the Central Academy of Drama.

He just didn't know if she still existed in this life.

Thinking back on that matter, Zhao Fusheng could only say that Fan Baobao had been too naive back then, completely failing to see that the couple was just using her as a Sunday punch.

Of course, with him around now, that incident definitely wouldn't happen. Zhao Fusheng could guarantee that if that scumbag still tried to use Fan Baobao as a shield for his model couple image, he would make that guy know why the flowers are so red.

"And he said that if I wanted to get famous, I'd definitely have to..." Fan Baobao snorted but couldn't finish.

"Haha, he said you'd have to rely on a man, right?" Zhao Fusheng was sharp; he knew what was going on as soon as Fan Baobao hinted at it.

Most likely, that assistant director saw that the two girls were pretty and had ulterior motives, so he used every means to knock them down. Once their confidence and pride were shattered, he could tempt them and maybe take advantage.

This kind of tactic was an unspoken rule in many film and TV crews back then. Many girls, unable to resist the temptation of success and lacking strong will, easily took the shortcut to fame.

After all, the idea of sleeping with half the crew to get a good role was hard for anyone to resist.

The temptation of fame was too powerful!

"Anyway, I kicked him and ran back," Fan Baobao blinked at Zhao Fusheng.

Huh?

This time it was Zhao Fusheng's turn to be dumbfounded. He looked at Fan Baobao speechlessly. On second thought, this was exactly something she would do.

After all, Fan Baobao's life experience in this life was different. Starting as the 'Qingzui Girl,' with her family conditions improving, she no longer had to bear so much pressure, so she was naturally more confident.

Now, Fan Baobao had a happy family and a smooth life, possessing almost all the mundane happiness in the world.

That assistant director had really picked the wrong person.

But Zhao Fusheng still hadn't expected Fan Baobao to resort to violence at the drop of a hat. Sister, you're an actress, a pure actress, not a martial arts one, okay?

Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, Fan Baobao hesitated and said uncertainly: "Um, will this cause trouble?"

Zhao Fusheng gave her a look: "Now you're scared? What were you thinking when you hit him?"

"Well, I couldn't control myself," Fan Baobao rarely lowered her head, reached out to grab Zhao Fusheng's arm, and put on a pleading expression: "Oh, don't be mad. Tell me what to do."

His arm was caught by something soft, and Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt a stir. Somehow, he turned his head, and on the other side, Fan Baobao's face was right in front of his...