Chapter 10: Bai Yu'an's Concern for the Script, Chu Yu Deng Returns Home.

"My performance ends here. Thank you, teachers, for giving me this opportunity." Bai Yu'an stood up, a deep red mark visible on his forehead, indicating that the bow he just made was not a pretense

His sudden bow was so unexpected that even the director forgot to blink. Although he had seen many actors in the entertainment industry, there were not many like him who were willing to work hard and endure hardships without complaint.

Thinking about the film he had shot before, the actor he encountered often used a stunt double. But due to the investor's pressure, he had to tolerate it without getting angry. The person in front of him now is much better than the previous one, not just a little bit.

The screenwriter quickly snapped back to reality, their gaze on Bai Yu'an growing more intense. "I don't know much about acting, so I can't offer any professional insights. However, before the director comments on this scene, may I ask you a question?"

Bai Yuanan hesitated for a moment and nodded with a smile. "Delighted."

The screenwriter laughed out loud, perhaps it had been a long time since he had encountered such an interesting young person. "The character Yang Yujun has three scenes in the play. Most of the people who came for the audition just now chose the last scene, which is the one where Yang Yujun is killed by the emperor on his way back to the capital. What I don't understand is why you chose this scene?"

"Well... you may not believe it, but I've had the privilege of reading your articles. In one particular article, my favorite character is not the male protagonist Chen Yubai, but rather Yang Yujun. I admire the personality of this character, his undying loyalty and patriotism. I even appreciate his blind loyalty. I think the most glorious moment of his life wasn't when he first entered the court as an official and became a high-ranking minister, nor when the Emperor admired him and bestowed him with enviable rewards. His true moment of glory was when he, single-handedly, stood in the court representing all the other court officials in proposing to the Emperor to accompany the troops to the border. He represented not only all the officials of that era, but also delivered the strongest counterattack against the Emperor!"

When Bai Yu'an said these words, even his eyes were shining. The screenwriter was so touched by his performance. He nodded with a smile and glanced at the director beside him, not saying anything.

"For matters concerning the performance, I also have a few questions for you. What was the purpose of your bow? And... the pause seemed very short, as if you didn't wait for the Emperor's response before bowing down. Was this part of your own design?"

Bai Yu'an seemed a bit reluctant, lowering his head and appearing reserved. "Um, this is my own idea. I believe it aligns well with Yang Yujun's character. Perhaps... what Yang Yujun truly desires isn't the Emperor's praise; all these things he does are merely to prove himself. This aspect also showcases his unique personal charm, as well as his stubbornness and perseverance..."

The director remained silent, merely nodding his head. Then he proceeded to write and draw something on a piece of paper. "Good, thank you for your performance. You can go back now and wait for further notice."

Bai Yu'an blinked his eyes and nodded to leave. However, because he was in a hurry, he walked in the wrong direction and embarrassingly headed towards the door. Before he left, the scriptwriter stopped him and said, "After you go back, apply some medicine. Besides talent, an artist's most important asset is their face. Don't think that dressing lightly is fine just because you're young. Sometimes, your health is more important than work."

The screenwriter is a middle-aged man, who is currently smiling as he looks at Bai Yu'an. His eyes skim over him.

He looked at Bai Yu'an for a while and finally spoke these words just as the other person was about to leave.

Bai Yu'an's face turned red in an instant, feeling a bit awkward and not knowing where to put her hands and feet. Finally, she turned back and bowed to the screenwriter and director, saying, "Thank you, I can do it."

After walking out of the door, Bai Yuan's heart was still pounding. He had never imagined that he would actually be cared about by the screenwriter. This was the first time in his many years in the industry.

Bai Yu'an, although skilled in acting, lacks a background and has bad luck. Even if he had the Dragon Ball, it would be difficult for someone to notice him.

He has been in this circle for many years, but because of Chu Yu's reasons, he refuses to go out and interact with people. Every time there is a dinner party, he is always turning it down. Over time, those people stopped looking for him. Many people also say that he doesn't appreciate their kindness.

He walked back along the same path he had come, searching repeatedly several times. However, he still couldn't find the thermos cup he had put here. He felt a little discouraged, thinking to himself, "I clearly put it here, why is it gone?"

He was a bit confused, even the expression on his face became confused. But the row of empty seats in front of him proved that he wasn't seeing things, his belongings were really gone. That was the only thing given to him by that person, and he didn't expect it to be lost so quickly. Well, let it go if it's lost, maybe it shouldn't have been his in the first place, even if it's lost, it's only right.

Bai Yu'an was wearing thin clothes. This building had air conditioning, so he didn't feel cold when he was inside. But after he took the elevator downstairs, he started to feel cold. Just as he took out his phone to call Xu Ruanruan, a car suddenly appeared in front of him. Frightened, Bai Yu'an stepped back a few steps and saw that the passenger window was opened. The familiar, sharp face of Chu Yu came into view. "Get in the car."

Bai Yu An retreated a step without a change in expression. Chu Yu tilted his head slightly, his gaze becoming sharp. Without another word, he maintained his smile, and as soon as he got off the car, he opened the door and led Bai Yu An inside, his face filled with doting. He said in a gentle and accommodating manner, "It's cold outside, did your hands freeze from waiting for me to open the door for you?"

"Sorry, excuse me, and thank you for the trouble." The man's actions made Bai Yu An even more uneasy. He couldn't figure out the meaning behind the man's words, to the point that his body remained tense even after getting in the car.

"Why are you wearing so little? Do you not have any warm clothes at home? Or at the office? How do those people even function?" Chu Yu's tone wasn't particularly pleasant. Once they got in the car, he turned up the heater a bit and reached back to retrieve his own coat, placing it on Bai Yu'an's lap. He then accidentally brushed against his hand, making his eyebrows furrow even more, "Put it on, we'll discuss it when we get home."

Bai Yu'an blinked his eyes without reacting, and looked into Chu Yu's eyes, which were filled with many things, appearing quite complex.

"Thank you..." A low whisper escaped her lips as Bai Yu'an lowered her gaze.

Chu Yu didn't notice his unease. "Did you bring the thermos I bought for you yesterday?"

He personally brought back that thing in his arms. Of course, he deliberately asked this question, just wanting to hear how Bai Yu'an would answer.

Bai Yu'an didn't expect him to ask him this question, and his words became a bit stuttered. "I...I..." Bai Yu'an hesitated, thinking to himself, if I say I lost it, will he get angry...