"What's wrong? Why are you running in such a hurry? Didn't my cousin call you beforehand when he came?"

Yang Ruoyan asked strangely.

Hu Mengke raised his eyebrows, looked around behind Yang Ruoyan, and asked:

"Lin Zefeng? Is he here? Where is he?"

"Aren't you running around so late to see your cousin?"

Yang Ruoyan was even more surprised. Didn't Lin Zefeng come?

"Oh, what a bastard! I see you've been staying in your room to get rusty, and you don't even know who's coming."

Hu Mengke patted his forehead, expressing that he was really speechless towards Yang Ruoyan.

Yang Ruoyan was confused and didn't even know who was coming.

"Is there anyone else who can make those female classmates crazy more than Lin Zefeng?"

Hu Mengke was stunned and she replied:

"It's Crossel Lord."

"What? The famous Hollywood director, Crosell Lord? The Crosell Lord who is best at creating gods and can destroy them even with his hands turned?"

Hu Mengke nodded like he was pounding garlic, and his eyes were as bright as stars as he answered:

"Yes, it's him, it's him, that man who exists like a god.

It is said that he is the hereditary daughter of Morocco and the son of a senior British state minister. Because he has loved film and television since childhood and has no interest in the hereditary position, at the age of only 29, he is already a top director who is popular all over the world and has entered Hollywood."

"Wow, why did he come to our art school? Don't we usually have directors of some TV series? Why did such a big person come?"

"I heard that the female pig's foot came to see his new movie. Because the background is during the Republic of China, the female pig's foot is an ordinary Chinese girl, so she came here."

"Wow, then I want to go and see it too."

Although Yang Ruoyan is not a star-chaser or a nymphomaniac, who wouldn't want to catch a glimpse of such a famous figure?

"Okay, okay, let's go together, but...are you just going to see him like this?"

Hu Mengke pointed at Yang Ruoyan's clothes, a loose sweatshirt, an ordinary sports coat, and a matching pair of sports pants. He probably spent dozens of dollars at the night market.

I bought it for a piece, and it's already old.

Yang Ruoyan scratched the back of his head and said awkwardly:

"It doesn't matter, just go ahead. Anyway, I don't have acting talent, and it's impossible to choose me. I just want to see what the so-called god-like character looks like."

Hu Mengke pouted. Indeed, Yang Ruoyan was not interested in acting at all. When the tutor taught them how to perform, her words and deeds were very unnatural. She was indeed not a star.

"Well... let's go then."

She thought for a while, and it was impossible for Yang Ruoyan to be selected anyway, so she just decided to do it.

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When the two of them arrived not far from the training room, they saw that the door of the originally empty training room was filled with onlookers.

Major media outlets even followed him for interviews, but he was stopped outside the training ground.

"Oh, we're late, there are so many people! We'll have to wait to death."

Hu Mengke stamped her feet in distress. She didn't expect the news from these classmates to be so fast. She thought she was already well-informed.

"Ah! It's Lin Zefeng, Lin Zefeng is here too."
Chapter completed!