The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!

Chapter 102: 102: Roommate (4)

Translator: 549690339

Qin Baizhou thought for a moment, then shook his head, “From what I’ve gathered so far, besides you and Zhou Weiwei, there’s also the popular young actor Wang Zisu from the same agency, and Hu Juyue, who hosts for Huangcheng Media. I’m not too clear about the remaining three. The official promotion has been huge, touting it as a top-tier celebrity survival live show abroad, so the online reservations for the show have already exceeded a million viewers. Tomorrow you’ll do the pre-filming, and the day after they’ll probably air a segment of your pre-filming, the day after that, you’ll be in Sicily for the live broadcast.”

“Among these people, don’t provoke Wang Zisu. He came from talent selection shows and has previously acted in a BL drama; he is the main star his company is promoting, and his fans can be quite troublesome. If you get along with him, fans will say you’re hyping up a CP. If you have a falling out, his fans will also come after you. Just steer clear of him. But considering your reputation, 1 guess he won’t dare to provoke you. Zhou Weiwei you can team up with, and Hu Juyue too, as a host she is there to control the situation, she shouldn’t be biased—at least she won’t be plotting behind your back.”

Xia Siyu nodded casually, and it was unclear whether she really took it in or not.

Originally, Qin Baizhou wanted to advise her to curb her temper, but then he thought better of it. Reality shows tend to magnify a person’s true nature, especially live broadcasts like this one. It was better for him to be on watch all the time, ready to handle any major publicity issues swiftly.

After all these years, Xia Siyu had always been the one charging into the fray, causing trouble, and he was always behind her, leading the team to clean up the mess.

He had grown accustomed to it.

“Then rest up, I’ll come pick you up tomorrow afternoon,” he said.

Xia Siyu nodded.

As Qin Baizhou left, he made a point of glancing back several times at the closed door, which remained shut the entire time.

Once he had taken the elevator down, Bo Yan emerged from the room, Xia Siyu was still lazily sprawled on the sofa, leisurely flipping through a script.

And the script she was perusing was actually Bo Yan’s.

Bo Yan approached slowly, first casually glancing at the entrance to see that the slippers Qin Baizhou had worn were not the pair he usually wore, a slightly different color. Then he strolled back to find that Qin Baizhou hadn’t used his glass for drinking water, which made his expression relax even more. Finally, he walked to the edge of the window and reached out to pull the curtain open.

Beneath the night sky, Qin Baizhou’s car drove out of the garage, waited at the street corner for a little while at the traffic light, and then drove off.

Watching the car’s receding figure, Bo Yan suddenly spoke, “Your agent is very considerate towards you.” He paused, then added, “He understands you very well, especially regarding your personal life.”

Xia Siyu hummed in response, her tone candid as she retorted, “Is your agent not good to you?”

Isn’t it only the less famous artists and those with little clout who are led around by their agents? Bo Yan was clearly neither.

Bo Yan’s lips curled into a rare smile of agreement, “You’re right. My agent can’t control me. Especially when it comes to my personal life, they don’t get a word in.’

Xia Siyu responded casually with an “Oh,” clearly not taking his words to heart.

The room suddenly became quiet, Bo Yan standing at the window, Xia Siyu behind him looking at the script. Outside, the neon lights were shining brightly and colorfully on the two of them, neither of them speaking.

After a while, Bo Yan suddenly broke the silence, his voice as soft as a feather, “Do you want to move out?”