The Main Couple Fights Over Me (Entertainment Industry) - Chapter 1

“What happened? How did you end up falling into the pond out of nowhere?”

“I’m not sure either. I just walked in and saw someone had fallen in, so I rushed down to save them.”

The person in front of her had delicate features, with crescent-shaped eyes slightly narrowed and two dimples flickering at the corners of her mouth.

“Oh dear, you should be more careful in the future. Don’t act recklessly like a fool. You didn’t even know how deep the water was—jumping in to save someone without thinking is too dangerous.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Seeing the pale face before her, Sister Zhang felt increasingly distressed. “Do you really love him that much? You get scolded by the director every day, and yet Yan Jiayu still doesn’t even glance your way.”

Song Xun lowered her head and said nothing.

Sister Zhang sighed and stopped blaming her, telling Song Xun to take good care of herself. After a while, she answered a phone call and left.

Only then did Song Xun let out a sigh of relief. If the questioning had continued, she wouldn’t have known how to answer.

The makeup artist’s brush glided over Song Xun’s face. Having worked with many celebrities in the entertainment industry, she had seen plenty of beautiful women and handsome men, but she was still amazed by the flawless skin and delicate features of the person before her, as exquisite as a doll.

Song Xun leaned back in the chair, letting the makeup artist do as she pleased with her face. Suddenly, she sighed, her mind buzzing. The makeup artist asked with concern, “What’s wrong? Am I being too rough?”

“No, no, no. Please continue.”

She remembered how, just a few days ago, she had finally made a breakthrough, winning the Golden Horse Award for Best Actor with a suspense film. But now, it was all gone—back to square one.

At that time, forget about being a film emperor—she had nothing at all. Worse still, she had transmigrated into the body of a villainous cannon fodder character who shared her name.

Starlight Brilliance was a BL novel about a protagonist who started as a nobody in the entertainment industry and, through hard work, rose to the top, winning countless awards.

The protagonist, having grown up in the countryside, was always aware that his sexual orientation was different from others. Coupled with his humble background, he was deeply insecure and struggled to fit in.

Even after entering the entertainment industry, he remained isolated, often shunned by others.

It wasn’t until he landed a role in a major production though it was a minor part—that his exceptional acting skills and extraordinary talent quickly made him stand out.

It was through this drama that the protagonist and his love interest developed a mutual crush.

But a novel needs its ups and downs. Misunderstandings, mutual hurt, and a series of villainous schemes only strengthened their resolve, leading them to confess their feelings to each other.

And the villain’s fate? Utter humiliation.

Unfortunately, she was that villain.

Not only did she meet a tragic end, humiliated by the protagonist and his love interest, but she also couldn’t bear the cyberbullying and ultimately ended her short life by jumping off a building.

While the makeup artist went to fetch another brush, Song Xun rubbed her temples. This was truly a nightmare.

What was she supposed to do now?

Yesterday, she had inexplicably transmigrated into this novel. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw the protagonist, Mu Heng, being pushed into the pond by her. Without even thinking, she jumped in and saved him.

“Brother Song, it’s almost time for your scene.”

A staff member hurried over, sweat beading on his forehead, his tone respectful.

“Alright, I’ll head over now.”

“Moonlit Tales” is a period drama centered around martial artists and chivalrous heroes, unrelated to romance. It tells the story of love, hatred, and conflicts that arise as these heroes navigate the martial world. It’s a rare and well-crafted script, backed by a major production.

As soon as Song Xun arrived on set, he saw a crowd gathered around the filming area. Curious, he squeezed through to take a look and found that it was the scene of the male lead, Yan Jiayu.

The young man was full of vigor, dressed in a black round-collared martial arts robe, holding a sword in his right hand, his eyes firm and resolute.

Amidst the clashing of blades and swords, the young man moved with fluid grace, seamlessly executing his moves as he battled his opponent.

“Wow, no wonder he won the Best Actor award at such a young age. His acting is truly on another level.”

“Of course! Did you think he was like that freeloader?”

Song Xun overheard the two handsome men whispering and leaned in to ask, “Who’s the freeloader?”

“Who else could it be? It’s Song Xun! He does nothing all day on set, and his acting is terrible.”

“Oh, so it’s me.”

The two suddenly felt something was off. They turned around and their faces paled. “Haha, we were just joking. Isn’t it funny?”

This was practically an open insult. They had often spoken ill of Song Xun behind his back, but this was the first time they had done so right in front of him.

Song Xun looked at the two with disdain and earnestly suggested, “Hahahahahaha,” then changed his expression, pursed his lips, and said, “Not funny.”

The two exchanged glances and forced awkward smiles.

They genuinely disliked Song Xun, but he was popular and influential, making him someone they couldn’t easily offend.

A Best Actor was indeed a Best Actor—his scene was shot in one take. The director was overjoyed, as filming Yan Jiayu’s scenes was always effortless.

“Cut! Jiayu, you can go rest now. Thank you for your hard work!”

“It was no trouble at all. Thank you, Director.”

Yan Jiayu smiled warmly and politely shook his head, exchanging a few pleasantries with the director before leaving the set.

The director was satisfied, his smile growing even wider. He casually asked the assistant director whose scene was next. The assistant director flipped through the script, swallowed hard, and said, “It’s… it’s Song Xun’s.”

The director’s face instantly fell.

“Tsk, him again. Alright, looks like we won’t be wrapping up early tonight.”

Song Xun was a blight on the industry—his acting was abysmal. Despite being professionally trained, he performed even more awkwardly than non-professionals.

Every time they filmed his scenes, he either complained that his lines were too long to memorize or that the stunts were too difficult and demanded a stunt double. He frequently took time off and ran off set, leaving everyone wondering what he was even there for.

On top of that, he was high-maintenance and loved throwing his weight around. If it weren’t for the hefty investment from Song Xun’s agency, the director would have kicked him out long ago.

“Mr. Song! It’s your turn!”

A crew member reluctantly went to call him over. To his surprise, Song Xun didn’t need repeated urging. He was already waiting nearby.

“Hey! I’m coming!”

Song Xun had changed into his costume and stood in the position the director had instructed. He had long since familiarized himself with the character and plot. As soon as the director called “Action,” he slipped into his role.

Wen Zhuo was a charming and elegant nobleman, whose every gesture exuded ease and nonchalance. Dressed in a moon-white robe, he twirled a finely crafted painted fan in his right hand, strolling leisurely as if he were a figure from ancient times.

“Young lady, you are of noble birth. Why trouble someone like me?”

A clear, jade-like voice fell upon everyone’s ears, and they all paused in surprise—when had his voice ever been this steady?

With a few teasing words and a flicker of his gaze, those peach-blossom eyes shimmered with a watery light, seemingly indifferent yet full of emotion. As he looked at the person before him, only one figure was reflected in his eyes.

“Cut!”

Surprisingly good.

As soon as he heard “cut,” Song Xun immediately snapped out of character. He rolled up his sleeves and instinctively wanted to call for his assistant, only to remember that he was now inside the novel. The original owner of this body had already fired several assistants for throwing tantrums, so there was no assistant around at all.

He walked over to the director in a few quick steps and asked if they needed to shoot a few more takes. The director shook his head and, for once, praised him, “No need, no need. Song Xun, you’ve improved by leaps and bounds. Hahaha, keep it up.”

Song Xun smiled without saying a word. He was used to such praise. He had taken on far more challenging roles before, so something like this really wasn’t a big problem for him.

The director told Song Xun to take a break and wait until evening to film the scene with the male lead.

Song Xun paused slightly. The male lead of this drama was none other than Yan Jiayu. Recalling the novel’s plot, the original owner had just been rejected after confessing to the male lead and had since repeatedly “harassed” him under the guise of rehearsing scenes. Tsk, a bit awkward.

“Alright.”

Just as he was about to enter the break room, Song Xun ran into someone—the novel’s protagonist, the “shou.”

Mu Heng’s face was pale. He had spent a day lying in the hospital, and the director had even suggested he rest a bit longer, but he insisted on returning to the set, afraid of delaying the filming schedule.

Seeing that Mu Heng still looked as if he could be blown over by the wind at any moment, Song Xun quickly supported him. “Are you alright?”

When Mu Heng saw that it was Song Xun, he instinctively wanted to push him away. Usually, the two of them had little interaction on set, but one day, for no apparent reason, Song Xun had started targeting him either mocking him with words or isolating and ignoring him.

However, when he woke up in the hospital yesterday, his assistant told him that it was Song Xun who had saved him. Mu Heng was shocked, so he didn’t push him away forcefully but instead replied coldly, “I’m fine.”

Seeing Mu Heng’s stubborn, unyielding demeanor—like a flower clinging to the branch, unwilling to be blown away by the north wind—Song Xun didn’t force the issue. If he didn’t want to be helped, so be it. But then he suddenly remembered the fate of his own cannon-fodder villain character. Maybe he should show a bit more concern perhaps then his death wouldn’t be so miserable.

“Are you feeling better? Why not rest a bit longer?”

Mu Heng shook his head. “No need, I’m fine now.”

As expected of the protagonist, even if his entire role in the drama only added up to half an hour of screen time, he still took it seriously. In contrast, the original owner, a second male lead, spent his days slacking off.

Seeing that the protagonist was still quite cold toward him, Song Xun didn’t press further. In fact, it was already quite an improvement that the protagonist had said a few words to him.

Having read the novel, Song Xun knew that the protagonist was someone who appeared cold on the outside but was warm-hearted on the inside. He didn’t know how to express his emotions, often forcing himself and closing off his heart. Only the protagonist, the “gong,” could open his heart. As for a cannon-fodder like himself, it was better not to get involved.

“Alright then. If you need anything, feel free to ask for my help.”

Song Xun smiled, his bright eyes fixed on Mu Heng, and he gently patted his shoulder.

After Song Xun left, Mu Heng turned and watched his retreating figure, a flicker of confusion in his dark eyes. He couldn’t be bothered to figure out what Song Xun was up to and turned back to head toward the set.

There were several fight scenes in the night’s filming schedule. While studying the script in the break room, Song Xun noticed that all of them involved the male lead and the second male lead fighting side by side.

No matter how skilled he was, he couldn’t visualize it on his own. Moreover, fighting side by side required chemistry, and he wasn’t familiar with the male lead at all—they had no rapport whatsoever. After much thought, he realized he had no choice but to go find the male lead.

Knock, knock.

Yan Jiayu was sitting in the break room, adjusting his makeup and hair. Hearing the knock, he asked his assistant to open the door.

“Hello, is Teacher Yan available?”

The assistant frowned. This Song Xun was always coming over to bother Yan Jiayu, and here he was again. But his boss was particularly annoyed by him. If he let him in, who knew what kind of trouble might arise.

Yan Jiayu looked up toward the door, not bothering to hide his disgust. He asked coldly, “What do you want?”

Pretending not to notice, Song Xun politely inquired, “It’s like this—the night scenes are all fight scenes, and they require the two of us to cooperate. So, I was hoping to rehearse with Teacher Yan.”

“Rehearse?”

The man scoffed.

Yan Jiayu acted as if he had just heard the biggest joke of his life.

“Aren’t all your action scenes done by stunt doubles? What’s the point of rehearsing?”

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