65: If it's too difficult, then don't do it.

News that Wang Jinsong of the Beijing Film Academy had information about the second male lead in The Promise spread like wildfire.

The Beijing Film Academy circles and the entertainment industry were shaken.

Actors with some status in the industry knew about The Promise, but none had received an audition invitation, nor did they know the specific casting requirements.

Many ambitious people had been trying to find an opportunity.

Now it was suddenly leaked that Wang Jinsong from the Beijing Film Academy had news about the movie's second male lead, which took everyone by surprise.

"Dad." Du Chun, who had just joined the cast of the great emperor wu of han, ran home.

"Don't call me dad, get your ass back to the set."

Du Chun went back to the set dejectedly.

Chen Kun hurriedly called his class teacher.

On what basis? He's just a sophomore who hasn't even had a single work aired; why should he get the role of the second male lead in The Promise?

Huang Xiaoming couldn't sit still either. He had a good impression of Li Xiuwu, but that was the second male lead of The Promise. If he didn't try his best, he would regret it for a lifetime.

These graduates and current students were restless, each looking for their own teachers.

Within half a day, several people had already visited Wang Jinsong's office.

"Old Wang, we were classmates, you must help me." Huang Lei sat opposite Wang Jinsong.

The second male lead of The Promise, a 300 million investment directed by Chen Dakai—few actors could stay calm.

"Huang Lei, why are you joining the chaos? You should understand how this role came about." Wang Jinsong was angry, very angry. Where did the news leak from? It was one thing for students to want it, but even the school's teachers wanted it.

"Old Wang, I saw that kid during the exams. He has some talent, but you can't encourage growth by pulling the sprouts. Give the role to me first, and I'll support him in the future. Isn't that the same?"

"Get out." Wang Jinsong was instantly enraged upon hearing this.

"Fine, fine, Old Wang, let's go to the school leadership to settle this." Huang Lei patted his pants and left.

Wang Jinsong's place didn't quiet down; both his mobile and landline were ringing.

Teachers and even some administrative staff from the school kept calling him.

The Beijing Film Academy was not a monolith; too many people wanted such a resource.

"Who leaked it?" He didn't answer any calls and sat there thinking about who could have leaked the news.

This news hadn't been made public yet. Only a few people knew. Chen Dakai knew, but he had already given the role and received a promise from the school, so he shouldn't have done such a thing.

The President also knew. Wang Jinsong had complained to Zhang Jun, using Li Xiuwu's title as the full-score top scholar of the college entrance examination to lament the grievances Li Xiuwu suffered in the great emperor wu of han crew. To appease Li Xiuwu, Zhang Jun went to Chen Dakai for the role.

Zhang Jun wouldn't tell the outside world. If he did, wouldn't his efforts be in vain?

Li Xiuwu—that was even more impossible. The second male lead of The Promise, with such a good script, he didn't believe Li Xiuwu wouldn't be tempted after reading it.

Who else could have leaked the news?

While Wang Jinsong was in a dilemma, many people also went to the President. Knowing it was useless to find Wang Jinsong, many went directly to Zhang Jun.

Li Xiuwu also received many calls from graduated seniors and teachers from the Beijing Film Academy.

"Li Xiuwu, I am your teacher Huang Lei. You are still young. Tell your teacher, and I will support you in the future."

"Ah, Teacher Huang is right. I'll call my teacher right away." Li Xiuwu replied.

Putting away the phone, a smile appeared on his face. Even Huang Lei was tempted, let alone the students, haha.

"You're still laughing? Your role is about to be snatched." Liu Yifei was anxious for him.

After the news broke, Liu Xiaoli also heard about it and immediately sought out Li Xiuwu.

In the Courtyard House, everyone looked worried, except for Li Xiuwu, who still had a smile on his face.

"Xiuwu, go to the school and talk to your teacher." Liu Xiaoli's face also showed concern.

This was the second male lead of The Promise. Red Star House had also thought about contacting The Promise crew to fight for a role for Liu Yifei, but unfortunately, they hadn't succeeded.

"Don't worry, I have my own plans." Li Xiuwu comforted them.

The afternoon sun was warm. He took a chair and sat in the courtyard to soak up the sun.

Liu Xiaoli looked at the relaxed Li Xiuwu and thought deeply; the appearance of this news was not quite normal.

Liu Yifei came up to Li Xiuwu and kicked his leg: "Your role is about to be snatched, how can you still sleep?"

"Go away, what does a kid like you know?" Li Xiuwu waved her off.

After the matter fermented for a few days, Li Xiuwu received many calls—some negotiating, some offering money, and some directly threatening.

Jiang Wenli from the Beijing Circle directly asked for a meeting and hinted at threats, telling him to give up the role.

This time, Li Xiuwu truly saw some of the power of the Beijing Film Academy.

What touched Li Xiuwu was that Zhou Xiaowen, upon hearing the news, ran to the Beijing Film Academy President's office and gave them a piece of his mind.

"Teacher, I... I can't hold out much longer." In Wang Jinsong's office, Li Xiuwu had a look of grievance on his face.

Wang Jinsong also looked exhausted. Clearly, Li Xiuwu didn't have the power to decide, and Wang Jinsong, who held the decision-making power, was under even more pressure.

Everyone understood that as long as they convinced Wang Jinsong, Li Xiuwu would be no problem.

"Go back to class and don't worry about anything," Wang Jinsong told him.

"Teacher, you don't have to be in a dilemma for me. It's just one opportunity. Teacher Huang Lei is right, I'm still young, I'm only a sophomore, and there will be plenty of opportunities. Our company also has TV drama projects."

Li Xiuwu told Wang Jinsong that he had a way out and hoped he wouldn't hold on too hard and should just throw the role away.

Wang Jinsong waved his hand.

Li Xiuwu returned to the classroom. His classmates looked at him with various expressions—some with envy, some with jealousy.

Most people wanted to curse. They really wanted to ask, "On what basis?"

They were all classmates. It was one thing for the school to get him the role of Duan Yu; he was the top scholar of the college entrance examination and deserved a role.

But in the first half of the year, they even tried to get him a role in the great emperor wu of han, although it didn't work out.

The second half of the year was even more outrageous, fighting for the second male lead of The Promise for him. Where was the justice?

The school had provided him with three plays in two years, all of which were major productions and projects, while for them, the teachers hadn't given a single recommendation.

Zhu Yawen and a few others who had contacted crews had all found small supporting roles themselves.

It's good that the role is being snatched; let's see if he can still be so arrogant.

Li Xiuwu didn't care about their gazes. He had long realized that although they were classmates, there was a great distance between them; they were simply not on the same level.

The gap between people is sometimes like the gap between humans and monkeys—they look similar but cannot communicate at all.

He saw Liu Yifei and walked over to sit beside her.

"What did the teacher say?" Liu Yifei was still worried about Li Xiuwu.

"The teacher should have a way." Li Xiuwu had never revealed his thoughts to Liu Yifei. Liu Xiaoli might have seen through it, but she didn't tell Liu Yifei either.

Her worried expression was very important.

Classes continued. Several teachers who came to teach were also paying attention to Li Xiuwu, and some even offered him a word of comfort.

Wang Jinsong arrived at the meeting room.

Zhang Jun wasn't there, but the department head and some other teachers from other departments were.

Everyone looked at Wang Jinsong. In any power circle, the interior is never a monolith.

"Old Wang, sit down. Let's talk about the ownership of the role." Wang Zhengyi pointed to a seat.

Wang Jinsong stood there without sitting down, his eyes scanning the crowd.

"What's there to talk about? The role belongs to the top scholar of the college entrance examination. If any of you have a top scholar of the college entrance examination in your hands, I'll hand it over with both hands."

"Old Wang, the school is a large collective. What 'top scholar' this and 'top scholar' that? Do you have any collective spirit?" Yu Xiaochun slapped the table.

"Old Wang, The Promise is a major project. It's inappropriate for us to recommend a role like this; it would lose face for our Beijing Film Academy collective. We care about our reputation, so we should recommend someone with experience."

"Old Wang, the opinion of the masses is very important. We must consider the issue of unity."

"Old Wang, you're making things very difficult for everyone."

Listening to the accusations, Wang Jinsong's face turned green with anger. If you're so capable, go fight for it yourselves. I fought for it, and now these people come to snatch it.

"If it's hard to handle, then don't handle it." He rested his hand on the table, and the long table, weighing a thousand catties, didn't budge an inch.

"Old Wang, look at you, getting impatient again."

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