After I Transmigrated into the Novel, I made the Heroine Fall for Me - Chapter 59

The audition venue fell into complete silence in an instant.

Fang Qingying stood on the high platform, looking at Yun Yifan with confusion. It was hard to imagine that the other party would actually agree with her?

But the next second, Fang Qingying remembered the mandatory task assigned to her by the system.

Fang Qingying: “888, is my task completed?”

Didn’t Yun Yifan’s words just now count as praising her?

888: “Let me check~”

Soon after, the familiar electronic voice sounded in her mind.

[Congratulations, host, for completing the random task. Cheers~]

Fang Qingying: “That’s it?”

Just a simple sentence to dismiss her? Wasn’t that too much?

What kind of system was this weak?

Little did she know, 888 wasn’t some so-called official system. It was merely created to complete tasks, specifically designed to mimic a system.

888: “I can’t help it. My functions don’t include the rewards you want, Qingqing. How about this, tell me a small wish, and if I can fulfill it, I will?”

It seemed this was all it could do.

It realized something even if it could function like other systems, at its core, it was still different. Exactly how it was different, it couldn’t quite explain.

In a certain sense, the three interviewers acknowledged that Fang Qingying was capable of taking on the role of “Flower Palace Master,” but they also shared a similar sense of surprise.

Yun Yifan rubbed his temples and looked at Fang Qingying standing on the high platform, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness his sister-in-law was reliable. Otherwise, he might have had to force this role on her under the pretense of offending Director Xu.

As for Xu Huanhuan, she stared at Fang Qingying with admiration, thinking how amazing it was that Fang Qingying could make even the producer, who had initially held a “grudge” against her, acknowledge her talent.

This was just too incredible!

Xu Huanhuan wished she could run over to Fang Qingying right then and there to ask for an autograph.

She decided then and there from now on, Fang Qingying would be her second-favorite idol. Her first favorite, of course, was Gu Shengxiao.

If the two of them really ended up together like the rumors in the fandom said, Xu Huanhuan swore she would absolutely, without fail, invite them to star in a drama together.

Compared to the two of them, Director Xu was the calmest man in the room.

He lifted his sharp eyes and studied Fang Qingying before asking, “Do you know Liu Zai?”

His well-defined fingers held a stack of her documents, his gaze unerringly landing on the recently filmed TV drama listed there.

Even though he was fully aware that Fang Qingying had been recommended to him by Liu Zai, he still wanted to ask.

For example, had Old Liu ever made this young girl cry? Or how strong was her mental resilience? Could she handle criticism?

Director Xu was a man who couldn’t resist the itch to direct. He had a natural instinct for filming and loved guiding others to immerse themselves deeper into their roles.

Especially when he encountered someone with talent, he couldn’t help but want to mentor them.

However, some people’s psychological endurance was too weak they gave up before they could even break through. Those who persevered, without exception, rose to great fame.

When Fang Qingying heard the name “Liu Zai,” she froze for a moment. Tilting her head in confusion, she asked, “Director Xu, who is this Mr. or Ms. Liu Zai?”

She felt like she hadn’t heard the name before, yet at the same time, it seemed vaguely familiar?

Director Xu seemed surprised by Fang Qingying’s reaction and prompted her, “What was the name of the director from your last TV drama?”

“Huh? I think it was Liu Zai!” Fang Qingying suddenly realized. She had been calling him “Director Liu” so often that she had completely forgotten his actual name.

Director Xu raised an eyebrow, thinking that the so-called “Queen of Scandals” was nothing like the rumors suggested. In fact, it was clear at a glance that she was a completely different person from the image portrayed.

He asked, “Was he strict?”

Fang Qingying rested her chin on her hand and thought for a long moment. “Not really?”

After she joined the production, Director Liu’s attitude had been nothing but pleasant perhaps partly due to the contrast with the original host’s behavior.

“That’s good.” Director Xu gave Fang Qingying a thoughtful glance before turning to the other two, who still looked confused. “Since there are no objections, the role of the Flower Palace Mistress is settled?”

The filming of Su Yue’s Story was nearing the scenes involving the Flower Palace Mistress, so casting decisions could be made on the spot. If they wanted to move even faster, the contract could be signed immediately, and promotional photos could be taken that very afternoon.

“No objections here.”

Yun Yifan and Xu Huanhuan spoke in unison.

Not only did they have no objections, but in their hearts, Fang Qingying was the perfect choice for the role.

Director Xu nodded and turned his gaze back to Fang Qingying. “Congratulations, Miss Fang. If you’re free this afternoon, could you come by to sign the contract?”

“Sure.” Fang Qingying gave a slight nod of agreement. “Can I leave now?”

She was still thinking about grabbing a meal.

“Of course.” Director Xu nodded and gestured for her to go ahead.

After bidding farewell to the three of them, Fang Qingying opened the door and stepped out.

As soon as the door opened, several people craned their necks to catch a glimpse of her expression.

Unfortunately, Fang Qingying had already put on her mask the moment she stepped out of the room. Her long lashes cast a faint shadow over her eyes, obscuring any hint of her thoughts.

By the time she left the waiting area, the remaining audition candidates erupted into chatter.

“Do you think Fang Qingying got the part or not?”

“Hard to say!”

“She was wearing a mask couldn’t see her expression at all. How can we tell?”

“Stop speculating. Let’s see if they call anyone else in.”

“Right, right. If they call more people, Fang Qingying probably didn’t get it. But if they don’t, the role is definitely hers.”

“…”

No sooner had the words been spoken than a staff member emerged from the room, holding a small slip of paper.

She glanced at the four or five remaining candidates who hadn’t auditioned yet, her eyes filled with regret. “I’m sorry, but those who haven’t auditioned yet can head back the way you came.”

Her words instantly sparked outrage.

What she meant was clear, the role of the Flower Palace Mistress was already Fang Qingying’s, and there was no need for anyone else to audition.

Many of the disappointed candidates handed back their numbered tags and left dejectedly.

However, a small group lingered, unwilling to move.

Suddenly, a haughty voice rang out.

The speaker had chestnut-colored, voluminous curls and wore a striking red dress, looking as radiant as a rose swaying in a garden.

She slammed her numbered tag onto a chair and declared loudly, “I demand an audition!”

When the snow-white fingers moved away, they revealed the number “fourteen” on the tag.

In other words, it would be her turn right after Fang Qingying’s audition. Yet, the role of “Flower Palace Mistress” had ended up in Fang Qingying’s hands, how could she not be jealous?

“Apologies, Teacher Fourteen. The auditions for ‘Flower Palace Mistress’ have concluded,” the staff member said coolly, casting an indifferent glance at the woman, her tone composed as if she wasn’t facing someone making unreasonable demands.

“Do you know who I am?” The woman, her pride wounded by the rejection, turned livid with anger.

She planted her hands on her hips, glaring threateningly at the staff member as she demanded an answer.

“I’m sorry, but no matter who you are, it won’t change the fact that the auditions are over,” the staff member replied firmly, standing tall like an unyielding pine tree.

“My cousin is the producer of this drama and also an investor. Are you sure you want to offend me?” The woman snorted, crossing her legs arrogantly as she spoke with disdain.

“Apologies, but the roles were decided by Director Xu and the team. The audition’s conclusion was also announced under Director Xu’s instructions. If Teacher Fourteen has any objections, you may take them up with Director Xu directly.”

Listening to the woman’s overbearing tone, the staff member couldn’t help but inwardly scoff.

Director Xu had no patience for entitled capitalists. Once he set the rules, no one dared to challenge them.

It seemed this actress was about to face a long period of obscurity in the entertainment industry.

With that, the staff member quietly tidied up the waiting room and calmly waited for Director Xu and the others to emerge.

“I, Yun Canxing, may not be at the top, but I’m at least a second-tier star. How can someone like Fang Qingying, a nobody in the industry, land the role just because she’s the eldest daughter of the Fang family? Is this some kind of backdoor deal?”

The woman who called herself “Yun Canxing” stormed toward the staff member, stopping right in front of the audition room door, glaring at the obstacle in her path.

Yun Canxing lifted her chin haughtily and commanded, “Move aside!”

But why would the staff member comply?

She casually picked at her ear and replied calmly, “Teacher Fourteen, I must ask you to leave.”

A second-tier actress with more audacity than sense, daring to challenge Director Xu’s authority this was the kind of juicy gossip the media would scramble to cover.

Thinking of Director Xu’s stance, the staff member’s gaze turned icy as she added, “If you refuse to leave on your own, I can always call security to escort you out.”

She emphasized the word “escort,” as if hinting that the woman was pushing her luck.

Unexpectedly, Yun Canxing ignored the warning entirely and shoved the staff member aside, pounding on the door with furious knocks.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The door to the audition room rattled under the force.

Inside, Xu Huanhuan, who had been reviewing Fang Qingying’s audition playback, stood up abruptly from her chair.

“Who is it?”

Xu Huanhuan strode to the door in a few quick steps and swung it open.

Before she could even see who was outside, a fist the size of a sandbag came flying toward her. Caught off guard, she instinctively raised her hands to block.

Xu Huanhuan: “…”

What the—?

But the expected pain never came. Instead, she stumbled backward, colliding with a warm, solid figure behind her.

Dazed, Xu Huanhuan looked up at the person behind her. At 1.6 meters tall, she barely reached his chest Yun Yifan’s chest.

She instinctively rubbed the back of her head, hissing through her teeth was this guy’s chest made of steel?

It had hurt so much when she collided with him. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had the standard eight-pack abs that all domineering CEOs seemed to come with.

Xu Huanhuan thought that, as a writer, the easiest thing for her was letting her imagination run wild. One second, she had been terrified, and the next, she was already ogling his physique.

She figured she was probably beyond saving.

Yun Yifan held Xu Huanhuan’s waist lightly with one hand while gripping the falling fist with the other.

When she didn’t react for a long moment, he asked in confusion, “Scared?”

Girls were such a hassle, always getting frightened over nothing.

He really wasn’t in the mood to coax her.

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