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Xi Mo had no choice but to follow them back on Weibo, and from their eyes, she could see a kind of excitement similar to a victorious gathering of some organization. It successfully gave her goosebumps.
The photographer and makeup artist extended their hands and said, "From now on, we're comrades in arms!"
Xi Mo was forced to shake their hands: "..."
The photographer and makeup artist said in unison, "Xi Mo, muah!"
Xi Mo: "..."
It seems even they have a slogan now. It's definitely a cult.
Ruan Yesheng's video of the replacement reception continued playing, and her GIF of drinking water continued to be wildly reposted and flooded the homepage. Many people mentioned Shen Qingbie in it, and Xi Mo's fans successfully took over the comments section of Shen Qingbie's Weibo.
Xi Mo took a look and saw that the tables had turned. All the replies under Shen Qingbie's posts were the same: "Hehe, quiet girl, our goddess hasn't been disfigured!"
"Hehe, quiet girl, our goddess hasn't been disfigured!"
"Hehe, quiet girl, our goddess hasn't been disfigured!"
Xi Mo: "..." At this time, it is better to have pink than black.
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Shen Qingbie's fans swiftly rushed over, and both sides engaged in a new round of heated battle.
The break time came to an end, and Xi Mo, burdened with exhaustion, finished shooting the last few sets. Although she was proud and picky, she had always been dedicated to her work. In the past, she could endure no matter how tough it was to shoot a movie. Now, the main torment was mental. Nevertheless, she managed to hold it together on the surface, and everyone, including the person in charge, seemed to like her.
The makeup artist and the photographer took out their phones and, with a smile, took a photo of Xi Mo's shoulder, saying, "Miss Ruan, let's take a commemorative photo."
Matt held the phone in selfie mode, conveniently close by. Xi Mo saw the bright phone in the white light and felt a chill creeping up from the depths of her heart. She suddenly shivered as she felt someone's arm around her shoulder, positioning her for the camera.
Pale-faced, Xi Mo quickly moved away, avoiding looking at the selfie camera. She even reflexively pushed Matt away.
The two men were startled by her reaction. "Miss Ruan?"
It was the first time Xi Mo felt so embarrassed in public. Cold sweat dripped down her neck, and she forced herself to say, "I'm sorry. I'm not used to taking selfies with others. I overreacted just now and scared you, didn't I?"
Matt hurriedly said, "No, no. We didn't know. It was our offense. Are you okay, Miss Ruan?"
Xi Mo flicked her hair, using this small gesture to ease her discomfort. "I'm fine, thank you."
She lifted her head and, using her professional acting skills, quickly changed her mood and forced a smile. "I'm just too ugly, not used to taking selfies with others."
The photographer and the makeup artist: "..."
"If Miss Ruan thinks you're too ugly, then aren't we both doomed?" The two of them felt deeply discouraged.
Xi Mo pointed to Ruan Yesheng's appearance and said, "No, I really think I'm extremely ugly. Honestly, I don't like my own appearance and feel very insecure."
The photographer and makeup artist: "..."
In their hearts, they sighed: Miss Ruan is a very nice person, but she needs to see a psychologist and an ophthalmologist.
Xi Mo pretended to be sincere and said, "Now that I consider you both my comrades, I'm sharing these things with you. Please keep it confidential."
Both of them said in unison, "Don't worry! Xi Mo, muah!"
Xi Mo: "..."
The two of them saw Xi Mo off at the door, waving reluctantly. "Come back often next time!"
The scene had a somewhat red-light district flavor. Xi Mo turned around with a stern face and walked away swiftly.
The first thing she did when she got home was wash her face. The cold water washed away Xi Mo's underlying anxieties. She covered her face as water droplets fell from her hair.
She doesn't take selfies.
And certainly not with others.
In this industry, whether they were popular or not, celebrities' social media accounts were filled with numerous selfies. Especially Shen Qingbie, who would take a selfie in the morning and at night, and even for eating a dessert, it was like it was embarrassing not to take selfies when posting on Weibo. This behavior led Xi Mo to believe that Shen Qingbie was simply addicted to taking pictures.
As her mood calmed down, Xi Mo walked into the living room. The newly rented living room felt empty, even though it was much smaller than her own living room. It still felt overwhelmingly empty, perhaps because she had become a completely different person and was forced to accept all the emptiness that came with it.
No one cared about her.
No one even noticed her.
She was no longer Xi Mo, no longer the star that was adored by everyone. After completing the absurd work that she had taken over for Ruan Yesheng, which was far beneath her, she became idle. The once-packed schedule of her work engagements disappeared from her life. All she did was come back home after work and endure the endless changes.
She sat on the sofa, suddenly wanting to call Ruan Yesheng. Damn it, she used to hope she would never see this woman again, but now that Ruan Yesheng had her own body, the two of them had become like crickets tied together with a string. If she didn't know anything about that woman for a while, she would become restless and anxious.
After all, the body is still coquettish and strange.
At this time, Ruan Yesheng is definitely busy dealing with various things. She was familiar with the process, but still, she glanced at her phone and threw it aside, nestling on the sofa, feeling quite lonely and desolate, and drifted off to sleep.
In her dream, she seemed to see a swaying camera in the light. The camera approached her, and she began to tremble in fear.
Amidst the incessant ringing of her phone, Xi Mo muttered to herself, her thin lips moving, but it was unclear what she was saying. The ringing of the phone tormented her, successfully shattering her tense nerves.
She sat up restlessly and saw Ruan Yesheng's name displayed on the phone.
Pressing the answer button, Xi Mo held it up without saying a word.
Ruan Yesheng's voice was pleasant to listen to, whether it was natural or intentional, her tone always carried a seductive allure. "Good evening, Xi Mo."
Xi Mo glanced outside the window, and it was already pitch black.
It was really strange. She clearly despised Ruan Yesheng to the point of itching her teeth, but now that the other person was calling, she felt a subtle sense of relief. Perhaps it was because she had become a different person, and everything that had belonged to her had disappeared. Ruan Yesheng had become the only person she could have a direct conversation with. In front of Ruan Yesheng, at least she didn't have to work hard to pretend to be someone else.
But from another perspective, how terrifying and pitiful it was.
Amidst these complex and changing emotions, Xi Mo's expression became uncertain, and she said, "When things are good, of course, you can greet me like that. When things are not good, it becomes ironic."
Ruan Yesheng laughed, "Then let me change to a more universal greeting. Have you eaten?"
Xi Mo: "..."
"Just woke up, didn't eat." Xi Mo said lazily.
Ruan Yesheng didn't expect her to answer like that, as if they were really just chatting between friends. She was slightly surprised, but more so secretly delighted, deliberately sympathizing, "You can't cook, and it's troublesome to go out at this hour. If I were there, I could cook for you."
"Ruan Yesheng," Xi Mo said, "Did you drink water that entered your brain at the reception? "
"Yeah," Ruan Yesheng admitted openly, "It's your brain."
Xi Mo: "..."
"Am I satisfied with my performance at the reception?" Ruan Yesheng asked.
Xi Mo said: "Reasonably satisfied, except for the water in my brain. What do you want from me?"
"I'm not looking for you, but you also wanted to find me. To avoid your hesitation about when to call me, it's better for me to contact you. Now I'm back, in my room, and there's no one around me, so you can rest assured."
Xi Mo sneered: "You seem to know it very well, as if you installed cameras and listening devices on me. Where does your confidence come from?"
Ruan Yesheng said: "My heart is with you, how could I not know."
Xi Mo: "..."
Does this woman know the word "shame"?
"Miss Ruan, watch your words," Xi Mo said calmly.
"I didn't say anything wrong," Ruan Yesheng seemed innocent, "My heart is indeed in your body, in your left chest cavity. If you don't believe it, go get an X-ray at the hospital. Oh, no need for that, just look in the mirror."
Xi Mo: "..."
The fact was that she did indeed possess Ruan Yesheng's body, and she couldn't refute it.
Ruan Yesheng asked: "How did the magazine cover shoot turn out?"
Xi Mo nonchalantly replied: "It's done. It seems the other party is satisfied." Except for encountering two weirdos.
Ruan Yesheng laughed: "Looks like you're adapting well to my job."
Xi Mo paused and said: "There's something I need to tell you."
"See, I knew you wanted to call me. Go ahead."
Suppressing her irritated nerves, Xi Mo said: "Tell Lu Qingming tomorrow to arrange an actress for the audition of the new film and take her to see Director Lin."
"Is someone trying out for the supporting actress role? What's the actress's name?"
Xi Mo replied indifferently: "Ruan Yesheng."
Ruan Yesheng: "..."
