The Movie Queen's Virtual Little Girlfriend - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: There’s a Chance

Jiang Er’s smile remained as it always was. At a glance, it wasn’t exactly heart-stopping; it was just as tranquil as a small daisy sprouting and swaying in a roadside flower bed.

The first impression was her pure, pristine white. The second was the vibrant, bright yellow tone that added a touch of liveliness to that white.

Jiang Yitong’s gaze lingered for an extra second, but only that one extra second.

She typed out a line, wishing Jiang Er a happy New Year’s Day as well.

“Teacher Jiang, I’m sorry. I accidentally saw your screen just now. What game are you playing? The visuals look really cute.”

Seeing Jiang Yitong exit the game and place her phone back in its original spot, Little Yan raised her eyebrows and asked at the opportune moment.

She felt there was nothing wrong with this question. She had apologized to Jiang Yitong at the start and then immediately threw out the question she wanted to know. It would be best if Jiang Yitong answered; if not, it was no big deal. Either way, she already had a rough idea about that game.

“A romance game.”

Jiang Yitong was much more candid than Little Yan had expected. Without the slightest attempt to hide it, she answered the question bluntly.

Those four words were spoken lightly by Jiang Yitong, yet they felt shocking to Little Yan’s ears.

Even though she already had a guess in her heart, hearing the answer confirmed by the person herself still made her nearly unable to suppress a raised eyebrow or hide her look of shock.

Fortunately, she managed to restrain the impulse. She nodded thoughtfully, pretending to be curious as she asked, “Teacher Jiang, how do you feel playing it? Is it worth recommending? I’d like to download it and give it a try too.”

How do I feel…

Jiang Yitong hadn’t expected to be stumped by such a simple question, and for a moment, she didn’t know how to answer.

Playing it all these days, if she really had to describe it, her biggest impression would be that it felt “fake.”

The emotions in this game were very fake; the sense of immersion was almost nonexistent, and it even required the player to cooperate and act. But if one were to mention strengths, the scenes and the NPCs were as real as if they existed in reality, which was likely the game’s greatest merit.

“Everyone feels differently. I can’t say. If you want to experience it, you can try playing it yourself for a while. The game is called A Grain of Red Bean.”

“Mhm, that’s true. I’ll go download it and play it later.” Little Yan stopped asking. She knew that asking any further would be pointless—she wouldn’t pry any valuable information out of Jiang Yitong—so she silently memorized the name.

She wasn’t just agreeing to be polite; she was genuinely planning to download the game. She wanted to dig more intuitively into exactly what kind of format the romance game a big star was playing really had.

When she was doing Jiang Yitong’s makeup, she was close enough to notice the faint dark circles under her eyes.

She did Jiang Yitong’s makeup every day, and every morning, the star’s state—even if not perfect, was always very good, to the point where even fine lines weren’t visible. This unusual mark appearing under her eyes today was clearly a result of the other party staying up late last night.

Since last night was New Year’s Eve, it was understandable for anyone to party into the early hours, even someone as disciplined as Jiang Yitong. However, Little Yan simply couldn’t suppress her curiosity.

Her heart itched; she was curious about where Jiang Yitong had gone, who she was with, and what she had done.

Having gained a bit of leverage, she was not satisfied; she wanted to pry even more, much more.

During rehearsals, Fang Qing sat beside Jiang Yitong, unable to stop observing her profile carefully.

Every frame of her expression was captured by Fang Qing; the latter didn’t want to let a single half-second slip by, attempting to freeze every image related to her and engrave it into her heart.

Consequently, the intensity she inadvertently revealed in her eyes flowed unchecked, and was exactly what Jiang Yitong saw when she turned her head.

Jiang Yitong frowned slightly and asked, “Xiao Fang, it seems like you aren’t listening to what I’m saying?”

“I am listening.” Fang Qing immediately picked up, repeating the very last sentence Jiang Yitong had said just before she turned her head, as proof.

Of course, she was listening carefully. She wasn’t entirely drowned in Jiang Yitong’s beauty; every word the other person said was heard without missing a single syllable.

Furthermore, what Jiang Yitong had mentioned happened to be related to her character—she was imparting experience. Such an opportunity was hard to come by; how could Fang Qing bear to give it up?

“Good, then I’ll continue.” Jiang Yitong gave her a final glance and proceeded, refusing to waste the crew’s time over trivial matters.

Fang Qing continued to listen, unable to suppress the surging waves in her heart.

A half-hour ago, while doing makeup, she had been chatting casually with the makeup artist Little Yan and had unexpectedly heard something related to Jiang Yitong.

She and Little Yan were close friends; Little Yan secretly knew that she liked Jiang Yitong. When Little Yan got news, she naturally shared it with Fang Qing immediately.

Fang Qing tried to analyze: Why would Jiang Yitong play a romance game? Wasn’t it because she also longed to be in a relationship?

Perhaps she just couldn’t find a suitable partner at the moment and could only rely on a romance game to temporarily alleviate that desire.

This convinced Fang Qing that Jiang Yitong was actually not the cold, unfeeling “sexually frigid” person the internet claimed she was. She also needed to be wrapped in love, needed someone to cherish her, dote on her, and give her someone to rely on. Beneath her powerful exterior lay the heart of a young girl yearning for love.

This meant that there was absolutely a chance for her.

As long as she let Jiang Yitong feel her intense love, whether it took a day, two days, ten days, or a month—who could be certain that Jiang Yitong wouldn’t eventually fall in love with her?

If Jiang Yitong didn’t feel love at first sight for her, then she would let Jiang Yitong develop feelings over time. Whatever type Jiang Yitong liked, she would strive to lean toward that type.

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. Her entire heart seemed to be bursting into flames; as it burned violently, it crackled with searing heat that surged from her heart, up into her eyes, and was almost about to erupt from her pupils.

“Fang Qing… what are you thinking about? The only thing you should be thinking about right now is this play.”

Jiang Yitong called Fang Qing’s name again, her brow furrowing even tighter.

Fang Qing was indeed strange sometimes, and for some reason, she was prone to zoning out, but the situation had been acceptable. Today, however, was the weirdest instance she had ever encountered.

Yet, Fang Qing’s mind was inscrutable; no one could guess what she was thinking, and Jiang Yitong couldn’t either. Thus, she could only try her best to remind the other person to pull herself together, as everything on set had to revolve around the play.

She would naturally be irritated by anyone who affected the filming progress. Although Fang Qing hadn’t yet affected the crew, her odd state still made Jiang Yitong somewhat angry.

As her face went cold, the surrounding air turned frigid as well; her face seemed to meld into the cold ice.

They were in an outdoor bamboo forest, convenient for rehearsals and filming at any time. Gusts of cold wind blew in, freezing people into alertness.

“Teacher Jiang.” Fang Qing snapped out of it, her gaze toward Jiang Yitong still as intense as ever.

She didn’t seem to feel the cold wind around them at all, nor did she sense the seriousness and coldness of Jiang Yitong’s expression. She leaned in, pointing to a spot on the script, and asked, “I was thinking… can I change this line? I feel it doesn’t quite express the concern I have for you in the play. After all, we are best friends; it could be even more intimate.”

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