Chapter 0479: Caught Off Guard

Dog food, unlike chicken soup, which becomes cloying when consumed in excess, makes one long for the arrival of spring when taken too much.

Take Zhou Yun, for instance. Watching Fan Baobei being doted on by Zhao Fusheng like a princess all day, it was impossible for her not to have some thoughts.

Right now, seeing that woman clamoring about her sore arm, refusing to eat on her own, while Zhao Fusheng fed her bite by bite, Zhou Yun was grinding her teeth in frustration.

"Fan Baobei, that's enough!"

Zhou Yun said fiercely.

Fan Baobei looked at her good friend innocently: "What's wrong? Doesn't your arm hurt?"

"No!" Zhou Yun almost spat out the words through clenched teeth. Then she glanced at Zhao Fusheng and said grumpily, "Even if it did, there's nothing I can do about it. I'm single, after all."

Zhao Fusheng blinked. Instinct told him it was best to keep quiet at this moment.

Fan Baobei, carefree, chuckled: "See? You should find a boyfriend too."

Zhou Yun snorted and lowered her head to eat. She decided she wouldn't talk to Fan Baobei for the rest of the night.

Completely oblivious to having just flaunted her relationship in front of her best friend, Fan Baobei happily opened her mouth again for Zhao Fusheng to feed her.

This wasn't the first time such a thing had happened since childhood. When Zhao Fusheng was sick, she had fed him too.

Even Zhao Fusheng himself didn't think much of it. In his view, since he and Fan Baobei were together, taking care of her was only natural.

After finally finishing the meal, Zhou Yun dashed back to her room without a word—yes, with lightning speed. In her words, she didn't want to stay there and keep smelling the stench of love.

As the protagonist emitting that stench, Fan Baobei had no self-awareness at all. She simply loved being clingy with Zhao Fusheng, especially at times like this.

After eating, they sat on the sofa. Fan Baobei lay down on Zhao Fusheng's lap, her head resting on his thigh, pulling him to watch a soap opera that wasn't really good.

"This drama isn't good," she commented on the characters as she watched. When she analyzed it from a professional perspective, Zhao Fusheng had to agree it wasn't great.

"Not bad, you can now judge a drama's quality," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile, praising her.

Fan Baobei raised her head proudly: "Of course, don't you see how much I've learned this year?"

Indeed, in this one year, she had learned far more at the Central Academy of Drama than in the previous two years at Ninghai Film Academy.

Teaching quality wasn't something you could sum up in a few words. As one of the top institutions for film and television performance in the country, the Central Academy of Drama's ability to shape a student was leagues ahead of the makeshift Ninghai Film Academy.

That was why Fan Baobei dared to say such things to Zhao Fusheng.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng understood this too. That was why he had agreed and supported Fan Baobei's decision to study at the Central Academy of Drama in the first place.

After all, for an actor, being able to further their studies at an institution like the Central Academy of Drama was undoubtedly a huge boost.

"Alright, alright, you're the best," Zhao Fusheng said softly, ruffling Fan Baobei's hair. He was unstinting in his praise for his girlfriend, as if he wanted to shower her with all the compliments in the world.

Although Fan Baobei blushed a little, she accepted all of Zhao Fusheng's words. In her mind, since he was her boyfriend, it was only right for him to praise her however he wanted.

It had to be said, when it came to being thick-skinned, Fan Baobei was a natural.

"By the way, you still haven't told me how you got to know Jiang Wu," Fan Baobei suddenly remembered something important and said seriously to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng blinked. He clearly remembered saying he had met him through an agent, but it seemed Fan Baobei didn't believe him.

"Well, I really did get to know him through the advertising company," Zhao Fusheng said helplessly to Fan Baobei.

Regardless, he had no intention of telling her the truth. He couldn't exactly say, 'Your boyfriend is now a rising star in the screenwriting world,' could he?

Fan Baobei blinked, gave Zhao Fusheng a long look, snorted, but said nothing more.

A smart woman knows when to get angry and when to act coy.

Everyone has their own secrets and space. Even between close relatives, respecting each other's privacy is unquestionable. Since Zhao Fusheng didn't want to talk about it, he must have his reasons. In Fan Baobei's view, Zhao Fusheng would never harm her, and that was enough.

As for how he actually met the Jiang brothers, that didn't matter.

Zhao Fusheng understood this too. He gently stroked Fan Baobei's hair and continued watching the drama with her.

Time ticked by. The drama finally ended, and it was time to rest. Zhao Fusheng patted Fan Baobei gently: "Time to sleep."

Fan Baobei was startled, then frowned slightly: "So soon?"

Clearly, being able to stay here and watch TV with Zhao Fusheng was a very happy thing for her. But happy moments passed too quickly, which was rather unpleasant.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and tapped Fan Baobei's forehead lightly: "Be good. Aren't you going to the set tomorrow? Go to bed early, or if you can't get up in the morning, you'll get scolded on set."

Although Jiang Wu had helped introduce a few roles, according to Zhao Fusheng's earlier request, he hadn't specifically asked the crew to take care of Fan Baobei and Zhou Yun. So they were treated like ordinary extras and had been scolded quite a bit on set that day.

For young actors, this was undoubtedly an important process. At the very least, after this experience, the two girls finally understood how big the gap was between what the teachers taught in the classroom and real life on set.

They say one must be worldly-wise. Zhao Fusheng believed that after this, they would redefine the image of 'actor' in their hearts and better understand what it takes to become a qualified, good actor.

Instead of living with many unrealistic fantasies like before.

In the end, people must live more practically.