I’m Really a Superstar

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Just dreaming.

The cell phone suddenly rang.

Zhang Ye woke up and fumbled around in a daze before finding his cell phone in his pants pocket. He yawned with his eyes closed and answered the call, "Hey, who is it?"

"Who are you talking about?" It was my mother's voice.

He said sleepily: "Mom, is something wrong?"

Mom said: "Why don't you go home yet? What time is it?"

Zhang Ye was startled and his sleepiness subsided a little, "What time is it?"

"What do you think? It's already past seven o'clock in the evening. Your dad and I are still waiting for you to have dinner at home. You didn't answer the call when I called you just now. What's wrong? Why did you still fall asleep? Didn't you go to attend the leader's birthday? Are you ready?" Mom said angrily, "Are you going to eat?"

He said: "If you don't want to eat, don't wait for me."

"Okay, I got it, you go home early." Mom told me.

He said: "Okay, by the way, my talk show has resumed. I should have resources now."

Mom hummed, "I'll tell your sisters, they're always clamoring to see what happens."

As soon as he hung up the phone, Zhang Ye looked around. Good guy, it's really dark outside the window.

where is it?

Where am I following?

Zhang Ye was a little bit fragmented and didn't react. He felt like he had slept for a long time.

The moonlight was not too bright, and he couldn't see anything clearly around him. He knew that he was lying on the same bed, so Zhang Ye quickly searched around and finally found a desk lamp.

Bada.

The lights were turned on, illuminating the surroundings.

There is some fragrance of petals in the room.

What Zhang Ye saw was a gorgeous decoration. It seemed to be a bedroom, but it was not the small layout of an ordinary building, because it had to be thirty or forty square meters, and one bedroom was actually bigger than the studio he rented with Jiaomen. It's bigger, with a sofa, a desk, and a long fluffy blanket on the floor. There's a coffee table and tea sets on the blanket. It's a luxurious decoration that combines Chinese and Western styles. It's mainly in Chinese style. Even the table lamps are small, like Kongming lanterns. The shape is still hollowed out with ink paintings, and the whole room is particularly exquisite from top to bottom, inside and out.

Looks familiar. Is this Wu Zeqing’s home?

Zhang Ye hammered his forehead and finally recalled that Wu Zeqing drove him home in the afternoon, but he was confused and didn't tell him his home address clearly, so the car drove back to Principal Wu and Tao Ranting's villa, and then, Zhang Ye climbed upstairs, lay down and fell asleep, and he slept until now.

What happened?

It's that old Feng who keeps drinking on me

Zhang Ye hurriedly got out of the bed. His shoes were gone. What was left there was only a pair of neatly arranged women's cotton slippers, which were still new. Oh, wear it. Zhang Ye put on his slippers and carefully opened the door. There was no one in the corridor on the second floor. He could hear some small movements downstairs, but he couldn't hear them clearly.

downstairs.

The aroma of cooking wafts up.

There is an open kitchen here, surrounded by a bar. Only Wu Zeqing is busy working alone. She has taken off her clothes for the lunch banquet and replaced them with ordinary sports pants and sportswear. He was wearing an apron and wearing a pair of slippers exactly like Zhang Ye's.

Zhang Ye said awkwardly: "Principal Wu."

The sound of the range hood is relatively loud, but I haven't heard it yet.

Zhang Ye could only shout again, "Principal Wu"

Wu Zeqing, who was cooking, turned around and said with a smile: "Are you awake?" Then he raised his hand a little and turned off the range hood, "How did you sleep?"

Zhang Ye sneered and said, "I'm causing trouble to you. I drink too much and I don't know what's going on. Why am I still living in your house? It's so inappropriate."

"You're welcome." Wu Zeqing turned around and continued to work, "Sit down and wait. The food will be ready soon. Ready to eat. If you don't wake up, I'm going to call you."

Zhang Ye rubbed his hands politely, "Are you embarrassed?"

She smiled and said: "You're welcome, haha, just sit by yourself."

Zhang Ye said, "Come on, I'm really hungry. I didn't eat much at noon, so Teacher Feng made me drink." He rubbed his stomach.

A few minutes later.

The last dish is also fried.

Zhang Ye quickly went to help, "I'll serve it."

Wu Zeqing gently pulled away his extended hand and said, "You don't have to, just wait and eat." He put the dishes on the table, took off his apron and said, "There is still one soup, but it's gone." He glanced back and said, "We have to endure it a little longer. Let's eat first. We'll drink it right after we finish it." In the north, soup is usually eaten after a meal, not before.

Three dishes and one soup.

Zhang Ye praised: "It's so rich, there are too many dishes."

Wu Zeqing sat down and said, "If you can't eat it, put it in the refrigerator. I'll eat it tomorrow."

Zhang Ye said in surprise: "Are you still eating leftovers?"

"What happened to the leftovers?" Wu Zeqing said gracefully: "If you can't help it, don't waste it."

Zhang Ye smiled and said: "I can't waste it. If I can't eat it, I'll pack it up and take it away." After saying that, he stopped pretending. He picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the roasted eggplant. He chewed it and swallowed it. At that time, he said, "Don't worry, there won't be any left. I will definitely eat them all."

Wu Zeqing asked, "Is it okay?"

"That's great," he exclaimed, "Are you so good at cooking?"

Wu Zeqing smiled and said: "I have lived alone for so many years, so I have naturally developed my cooking skills. However, I can't compare with professionals."

"No, it's definitely comparable." Zhang Ye started eating.

Wu Zeqing was not as greedy as him and ate more moderately.

Not to praise, Wu Zeqing's cooking skills are really good, Zhang Ye's mother's cooking skills are just okay, but there are two specific dishes that are very good. The landlady's cooking skills are the most authentic that Zhang Ye has ever tasted. What kind of dishes are they? The landlady is very good at cooking, but Rao Aimin doesn't pay much attention to the appearance of most of her cooking, but only the taste. Wu Zeqing's cooking is the best in appearance, followed by taste, which is in line with her artistic identity. Relatively speaking, Zhang Ye still prefers Wu Zeqing's cooking, because Old Wu won't even let him touch the plate, but he wants to eat the landlady's meal? Then you have to be manipulated by Rao Aimin like a grandson. How can you be so leisurely?

"Should the shoes be smaller?"

"Ah, not bad."

"I have put your leather shoes in the shoe cabinet. I usually don't have people coming to my house. I didn't prepare men's shoes, so I brought you a pair of mine. They are new and unopened."

"Hey, you can just throw my shoes there, how can I have the nerve to let you..."

"I don't have so many rules here. Come on, try this dish."

"Hey, thank you."

Suddenly, Zhang Ye raised his head and caught a glimpse of a piece of calligraphy, which was his "Poetry of Mulan". It had been framed and was hanging in the living room. "Hey, have you hung it up?"

Wu Zeqing turned around and said, "Well, I happened to have another painting at home with the same size as "Poetry of Mulan". I was about to change it to another one, so I removed the painting and replaced it with this one. This meal is also the same. Thank you. I really like this poem. I will move it to the bedroom to find a place to hang it at night. If it looks good, I will leave it in the bedroom."

Zhang Ye was very happy, "As long as you like it, there's really no need to thank you or anything else. I can't do anything else, and that's all I have."

Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "Is it more than that? What you have in your belly is beyond the reach of ordinary people. If you don't talk about other things, let's just say that you are so good at handwriting that you have no problem being a calligraphy teacher. I wrote like this I have been doing calligraphy for many years, and I dare not say that I am better than you in regular script."

Zhang Ye immediately said: "Don't mention it, I've seen your calligraphy, and your skills are much better than mine. I just used a trick to make the regular script more special."

The food is finished.

Yu Jingjing was really eaten by Zhang Ye.

Wu Zeqing seemed quite satisfied, "Can I still eat it?"

"Yes, you can eat as much as you want." Zhang Ye said, "It's so delicious."

"There is also soup, I will serve you a bowl." Wu Zeqing walked to the kitchen with gentle steps, took a spoon and tasted it, nodded, and turned off the fire to serve the soup.

Zhang Ye drank a whole bowl and said, "Wow, I'm really full this time."

Wu Zeqing blew some air, sipped the soup, and asked casually, "What are you going to do after the Chinese New Year? Will you continue to be your host? Go into the entertainment industry? I haven't thought about anything else.

Zhang Ye wiped his mouth and said: "Actually, there is nothing I can't tell you. My goal is not to be in the entertainment industry. Don't laugh at me if I tell you. My ideal is to be the most famous person in the world." Celebrity, the path I have taken is not the path of the traditional entertainment industry. People write books after becoming famous. I hope to become famous by writing books, which is the opposite of others. But with my conditions, I With this appearance, I can’t go far by taking the conventional route. I can only look for opportunities elsewhere. Writing poetry can bring me fame, so I will write more. Giving lectures at Peking University can give me more attention and exposure. If you are honest, then I will speak it carefully. Of course, for the sake of the children, I will definitely do my best to speak it well, and I won’t mess with things. It’s just that there is a little bit of selfishness on my part, so I’m looking away now. , it is not limited to the entertainment industry or not. Stars rely on popularity. As long as there is popularity, I can do whatever industry I want. Writing books? Writing? Writing songs? I can do it all. Anyway, let’s work hard towards the world stage. "

Wu Zeqing said nothing and listened.

Zhang Ye laughed at himself, "Hey, I didn't even say these words to my parents sincerely. I know that my goal is not realistic..."

Wu Zeqing asked, "Why is it unrealistic?"

Zhang Ye was stunned, "Do you think it's feasible?"

Wu Zeqing looked at him, "I think your idea is very good. How many of our domestic celebrities who have developed in the conventional entertainment industry have made it to the international stage? There are very few of them, and among these very few, even if they enter On the international stage, they are just supporting actors and can never be compared with those European and American stars. This is due to the influence of many factors such as the cultural pattern and social pattern. If you follow the path of other domestic stars, you will be at the top when you reach the top. Reaching the same height as them, do you think of being a world-class star? Or even a super-class international star? It will never be possible. If you choose another path, others may look down on you for going eccentric, but you are closer to the world-class stage than you are. All of them want to be close. Who stipulates that only those who sing, dance and make movies can be stars? Who stipulates that those with average looks cannot go on the international stage? Don't care what others say, don't care what the outside world thinks of you. If you think it's right, then that's fine. ”

Zhang Ye's heart skipped a beat, "Do you really think so?"

"Not only do I think so, but I also think..." Wu Zeqing paused, "You can do it."

Zhang Ye solemnly said: "Thank you, Principal Wu. You are the first to tell me this. Now I have confidence again. I also think... I can give it a try."

Wu Zeqing smiled and said: "Other stars walk on one leg, either singing or acting, but you walk on ten legs. You can write novels, write calligraphy, compose lyrics and music, be proficient in historical literature, and be good at modern literature. Your speech skills are superb, your hosting skills are excellent, and your advertising planning is also at an outstanding level in the industry. I accidentally watched a martial arts movie a while ago, in which you also appeared, and you can also act in martial arts dramas. I want to ask you, what did you say? Are you walking steadily, or are their stars walking steadily? So what about the hodgepodge?"

Zhang Ye slapped the table and said: "It doesn't matter whether the cat is black or white, the one that can catch mice is a good cat" and blurted out the famous sayings of the great man.

"That's right." Wu Zeqing commented: "Although your popularity is not as fast as that of those who sing and act, your foundation is more stable than theirs. In the future, your road will be wider than theirs, and your stage will be bigger." Big, you can do everything they can do, but they can't do anything you can do, so don't lose confidence just because you are different from others. Those who make history are never those who People who follow the crowd”

That's so right

Look at how well Lao Wu speaks.

He had long been determined to take this path, and he had long known that this road was not easy to walk on, so why bother thinking about this and hesitating about that? Walk all the way to the dark bar with your eyes closed. Who said you have to sing and dance to get on the world stage? I still fucking don’t believe it. I just sang, danced, acted in movies, wrote books, cursed people, composed poems and gave lectures. I used all this popularity to push me onto the international stage.

You bite me

Dude, you are so versatile, aren’t you?

Having strengthened his belief and regained his development path, Zhang Ye suddenly felt enlightened. He also expressed his special thanks to Wu Zeqing. Old Wu is so considerate. Wu Zeqing has done everything he has done since he came to Peking University. There was never any doubt, he supported him from beginning to end, and trusted him very much. This was something Zhang Ye had never experienced before. No matter who he told about his illusory dreams, the other party would definitely think that he was bragging. Yes, but not Wu Zeqing. This woman is really special.

Occupying a high position.

Look beautiful.

Also in great shape.

Kind and considerate.

More than thirty years old...Hey, actually not that old.

Well, apart from the fact that she likes to show off her naked body and take photos, she is simply a good wife and good mother among good wives and good mothers.

For the first time, Zhang Ye had a bold idea and thought impulsively: It would be great if he could marry Wu Zeqing home.