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When He Zhiqiu came down from the eighteenth floor, Li Yuze happened to park his car beside him. After He Zhiqiu got into the car and fastened his seatbelt, Li Yuze asked, "How was it?" He Zhiqiu replied that the results weren’t out yet. If he passed the initial audition, he would need to come back for a second round in a few days. As Li Yuze had said, the script for Pingsha was indeed quite good. It was a political drama, and it was rare for them to want to cast newcomers in…- 59.4 K • Ongoing
- Translator: Abo Dammen With the release of the online drama, He Zhiqiu officially made his debut on screen. Whether on the big screen or the small one, for him, it was a promising start. For this type of drama, the ratings weren’t a big deal. With his good looks and decent acting skills, He Zhiqiu, as a newcomer, still attracted a fair amount of fans. Xu Sui is a very smart person, not one to chase after petty profits. His vision was…
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- Even ordinary friends wouldn’t leave a drunken person unattended. Let alone Li Yuze. Gao Kui seemed genuinely in a hurry. He left his keys, grabbed his phone, and rushed off in a flurry. This left He Zhiqiu alone, struggling to support Li Yuze in the parking lot. He painstakingly opened the car door and helped him onto the back seat. Worried about his comfort, he found a small neck pillow from the car and placed it gently under his neck. A single bottle of red wine was enough to send someone…
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- He Zhiqiu was still a little worried about Li Yuze’s stomach, afraid that if he didn’t cook it properly, it would just hurt more as he ate. So, he explained the recipe for the fish porridge in detail again before finally putting down his phone. It was snowing outside the window. The indoor temperature had dropped a few more degrees. He Zhiqiu walked to the door of the room and turned the air conditioning up, then glanced at the calendar on the table.…
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- Translator: Abo Dammen After finishing his soup, Li Yuze still had to take a shower, and probably blow-dry his hair afterward. So he might not have a chance to use his phone again. He Zhiqiu thought for a moment, handed him the charger, and then returned to his room with empty hands. It was 3 AM. Hengxiao Entertainment, located in the heart of A City, was still brightly lit. Meng Lin was hunched over in the conference room on the top…
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- He and Li Yuze had been friends for years, yet they'd never publicly acknowledged their friendship. Not that Gao Kui minded - it's not like there was anything shameful about it. But Li Yuze had always been particular about privacy, insisting their relationship was nobody's business. If he'd refused to acknowledge it all these years, why suddenly show up for a visit today of all days? Besides, it was New Year’s Day. A quick glance at the…
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- Compared to those high-quality productions, the works shot in-house at the company inevitably fall short. The casting alone speaks volumes—at best, they could only afford an 18th-tier star with just a few hundred thousand followers on social media, half of whom are probably bots. As for costumes, makeup, and props, the production practically oozes a sense of thrift. The costumes have been worn by generations of productions, with one yellow imperial robe even sporting a few…
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- He knew what that person had meant. And he understood why he'd ignored the usual pre-exam nerves and become even more anxious. The second straw in the drink bottle remained untouched. Slightly nudging it with his finger, He Zhiqiu made it sway as if someone were sucking on it. Maybe this is the last time I'll use this to calm my nerves. Thanks to Tang Song for listening to my nonsense. Now there's... a third person who knows…
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- Many times, He Zhiqiu would think about Li Yuze. Think about what kind of person he was. Think about the things they had done together. But time moved too fast and showed no special mercy to him. Memories were slowly worn away, leaving only a handful of things he could still recall. Sometimes, He Zhiqiu was afraid of forgetting, so he got a notebook and wrote them down. The year, the month, how it happened—everything documented in detail. But…
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- He Zhiqiu’s birthday is on February 14th. It was just past midnight. 1:01 AM. He held the cake in his hands and opened his mouth as if to say something. But the words that came to his lips were simply "Thank you." He knew those two words were shallow, but given the nature of their relationship, what else could he say? He Zhiqiu felt guilty. At this moment, even if someone had asked him to say another word, he would have felt like he was…
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