Author's Note:

Q: How do you create a buzz?

A: Strong self-talking ability, speaking at a fast pace.

[The following content is unrelated to this section.]

When the script "Destined Fate" arrived in Tao Lin's hands, the second-generation rich kid already had a fairly clear selection of personnel. Ye Bufan, however, remained the only uncertain factor.

For Tao Lin, if Ye Bufan plays the male supporting role, then the male lead would be Qiu Guang. Sun Haoxuan wouldn't have anything to do with it. Of course, the wealthy second generation also knows the potential for this subtle success.

If Ye Bufan doesn't take the role, then Sun Haoxuan would play the second male lead, with Qiu Guang continuing to play the male lead. This would at least to some extent suppress Sun Haoxuan. The rich second generation thinks this is acceptable. Logically speaking, this is the normal development of the plot, but nobody expected Ye Bufan to agree.

And Tao Lin's thoughts were simple: since Ye Bufan agreed, then of course we must support him wholeheartedly for the sake of our beloved Ye Bufan's (future) ^o^!

System: ...This system doesn't give a fuck.

I thought Han Yue would disagree with Ye Bufan's participation, but unexpectedly, this guy actually took a step back and asked for Sun Haoxuan to participate instead.

Tao Lin: I feel like I've seen a scheming woman.

In the end, both sides unanimously decided to let the facts speak for themselves. And the fact is acting skills.

Ye Bufan, whose earphones were forcibly removed by his manager, looked at Zhang Jinyao, who suggested that he collaborate with Sun Haoxuan and Qiu Guang, and raised an eyebrow. In an instant, he also understood the underlying meaning behind it.

After all, I am not the leading actor in this world. It is only natural for me to test the depths of myself.

"Who will go first?" Ye Bufan stood up and walked to an open area, looking at Sun Haoxuan and Qiu Guang.

Sun Haoxuan met his gaze, and as soon as he stood up, he noticed Ye Bufan's gaze shifting to the silent Qiu Guang at the end, saying, "You go first."

Sun Haoxuan: "......"

It was such a brazen and blatant display of dominance. Ye Bufan even smirked at Sun Haoxuan. Sun Haoxuan's expression changed immediately. Since his debut, he had never encountered such provocation. He was about to say something when Cheng Hui stopped him with a look. Suppressing the urge to glare fiercely at Ye Bufan, Sun Haoxuan calmly sat down without saying a word.

Xu Annan sighed, "Looking at other people's artists, and then looking at our own, it's truly disheartening."

Ye Bufan sensed the lament from his own manager and looked pitifully at Xu Annan.

"I'm clearly helping Xiaoxu, why doesn't he understand?"

System: Hehe.

Qiu Guang closed the script. Since arriving in this conference room, he had been sitting quietly in the corner, reading the script, after being introduced to a few people by Jiang Yu. It wasn't until Ye Bufan called his name that he looked up, revealing a handsome and indifferent face.

As we walked up, Jiang Yu smiled and said, "Good luck."

Qiu Guang nodded slightly and then looked at Ye Bufan, who was smiling at him with delight. He spoke with a slightly serious tone, "Please enlighten me."

***命·中·注·定·ACTION***

This phrase translates to "Fate·Being·Chosen·Determined·ACTION" in English.

In a dazzling and vibrant bar, Ye Xiao sat at the bar counter, propping up his face and watching the crowd dancing wildly on the stage. With his other hand, he lazily tapped on the glass at a slow pace, displaying an air of nonchalance. Many attractive ladies would sway their seductive figures and approach him, but he would politely refuse with a gentle yet firm smile.

He watched the absurd scene as if he were an outsider, with a calm and unruffled expression. However, when his gaze inadvertently fell upon a corner, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The bar was dimly lit, but Ye Xiao walked through the cracks in the crowd towards that corner without hesitation. The dark place was not peaceful at all, as heavy metal music was replaced by the panting between men and women. The coquettish voices of the women resounded loudly, causing Ye Xiao to furrow his brow tightly. When he stood in front of that person, the nearly decadent scene before his eyes deepened the color of his eyes.

"Hey, buddy, want to play together?"

The hostess raised her glass invitingly, but Ye Xiao glanced coldly past her. The hostess was taken aback and awkwardly set down her glass.

The young man's voice was cold and sharp, like ice. "Get out of here," he said. The young women sitting on the sofa couldn't help but stand up and retreat, leaving behind the drunken boy.

The youth poured wine into the cup, swaying and spilling more than half of it. He looked up and spotted a new face, squinting his eyes to take a closer look. Then he grinned and said, "Hey, chick, want to play together?"

Ye Xiao had a delicate and androgynous face, making it difficult to discern his gender in the dim light. Without saying a word, he grabbed the collar of the youth and dragged him to the restroom. He turned on the faucet and forcefully pressed the youth's head underwater for a moment before lifting it up. He coldly stared at the youth's reddened face and asked, "Qiu Ling, have you regained consciousness?"

Qiu Ling coughed with his head lowered, without responding to Ye Xiao's words. The damp tips of his hair wetted his collar.

The young man held his hands and looked at the teenager, after a moment he said, "I will have someone send you back to school."

"I'm not going back," Qiu Ling retorted with a firm and resolute tone. Although Ye Xiao didn't ask for a reason, he still took the initiative to explain, "I don't want to see Mumo."

Ye Xiao sneered, causing Qiu Ling's face to flush red. He defiantly stared up at Ye Xiao, as if conveying that his reasons were of great importance.

Ye Xiao pressed forward, forcing Qiu Ling back step by step into a corner. He lowered his gaze and looked at the youth, the corner of his mouth curling up with a hint of sarcasm. "Qiu Ling, just one woman can make you end up like this."

"You don't understand!"

Ye Xiao reached out and pinched Qiu Ling's chin. The young man winced in pain as Ye Xiao spoke, "I may not understand these boring love games of yours, but from the way you are right now, not only are you unworthy of competing with me for power, you're not even worthy of kneeling down to help me with my shoes."

The young man unwilling to show weakness retorted, "You, this freak, simply don't understand what love is!"

The young man squinted his eyes, always gentle like the springtime in March. In reality, those who truly knew him understood that he was as cold and icy as the depths of winter. Devoid of emotions and desires, he had seemingly cast aside these worldly things. He was like a true deity, looking down upon the mortal realm with indifference from the heavens above. He would not show a smile of joy for the human world, nor would he reveal any sorrow for the hardships of mankind.

"Emotions..." Ye Xiao murmured these two words, as various scenes flashed through his mind. Finally, he suddenly smiled, like the melting of ice and the return of spring to the earth. He leaned closer to the dumbfounded expression on Qiu Guang's face and whispered in a low voice, as if speaking the intimate words of lovers, "This kind of thing..."

The lingering sound faded away between the lips and teeth.

Qiu Ling was completely stunned. The young man's lips were warm, cool, and soft. In the moment of contact, a burst of brilliant colors exploded before his eyes. He could barely stand, if it weren't for the young man holding his chin, he would have probably fallen to the ground long ago.

***命·中·注·定·CUT***

In the vast and ancient world, destiny is like a woven tapestry, intricately connecting the lives of countless beings. Each thread is carefully crafted, determining the path each individual walks. Some threads intertwine, creating a delicate balance, while others diverge, leading to unexpected changes. This is the grand symphony of fate, where every life is bound by a predetermined destiny.