Chapter 1666
Growth
I sat in the small garden for a long time, holding my phone.
Headache.
Zhang Yuan felt that, most of the time, handling official business was tiring, but not troublesome.
The real trouble comes from those people who deserve my care.
Because concern can lead to confusion.
Taking other people's feelings into account can affect one's own execution and judgment.
After all, I am also a person with feelings, and I cannot be as cold and precise as a machine.
Women, in particular, are the most troublesome.
You can't rush it, and you can't push it too hard, because women and men think differently.
Even though Sisi isn't a particularly clingy woman, nor is she the pretentious type, she's still a woman after all.
She also has her own problems.
Some women are quick to anger and will pick fights for no reason, but they recover quickly and treat arguing and tantrums as a form of entertainment.
If you don't argue for a while, you'll get sick; but if you throw a few tantrums, you'll get better.
There really are people like that; Zhang Yuan, for one, couldn't stand them.
But everyone has their own preferences, and some people like this kind of "pretentious" style.
She was the opposite; although not as stable as Kapibala, she also had a temper.
She doesn't have a bad temper, and it's generally difficult to make her lose her temper.
But these kinds of people keep things to themselves.
She may not be without emotions just because she doesn't say them, she just doesn't show them.
Especially after entering the industry, I have suffered several waves of major cyberbullying, and minor cyberbullying has never stopped.
While cultivating a certain mindset, it also creates a barrier between people.
People have emotions, and in order to block out these noises, she actively lowered her emotional thresholds on a daily basis.
But once provoked, the backlash can be even more severe.
The work pressure is already high, and now I feel that the environment I am in is unsafe.
The co-stars were dishonest, his friends were spying on him, and the production crew indirectly suffered losses because of his actions.
And all of this was caused by people who were very close to him.
This completely devastated her.
After all, she's older than most women in their 3s or 40s; she's incredibly mature.
They're young and impulsive now, and when emotions run high, they can't control themselves.
Zhang Yuan understood all of this, which was why he was so troubled.
We cannot fight back now.
She's the kind of person who needs to calm down on her own after she's upset; give her some space.
Forcing it will backfire.
Just like a kitten, you have to wait for her to come and rub against you.
If you try to get closer, she'll just run away.
"Never mind, no rush."
"Find another time to have dinner with her and cook some of her favorite dishes."
Zhang Yuan was making plans while pondering the matter.
Something just doesn't feel right.
Call Deng Chao.
"Chao, how have you been lately?"
"It's going well, filming is going smoothly."
"The female lead in our production is also quite good."
Zhang Yuan: ...
It's still okay, isn't it?
Deng Chao was quite pleased with himself, thinking he was extremely clever, had perfect control of the situation, and was absolutely foolproof.
It wasn't until Zhang Yuan told him what had just happened that he understood.
"what!"
"But...she didn't tell me."
"I haven't asked, everything's been fine."
“You’re an actor, and she’s an actress too,” Zhang Yuan sighed helplessly.
This is called "Just because I don't say it doesn't mean I don't know it".
It seems that Sisi truly considers Deng Chao a friend; she only gets angry with him and doesn't blame him.
Well, Deng Chao also has his own fault for this.
I turned his friend to the other side... that's how I understand it.
But Deng Chao is not only your friend, but also my friend, and a star shareholder of film companies on both sides of the strait.
"Alright, don't panic."
"Find a good opportunity to apologize to her, and make things clear. She won't blame you."
"It's all my business."
At least we should help them restore their friendship; neither of them is petty.
“Well, this, this one…” Deng Chao hesitated.
"I don't blame you. This was a difficult situation to begin with," Zhang Yuan reassured him.
Seeing him like this, he must be afraid of being blamed for his poor performance.
"Our relationship and cooperation remain the same, no problem."
"But you have to tell me, how did she suddenly find out?"
"Was it someone from Wu Xiubo's team who missed it, or someone from the production crew?"
"I've already informed them, what's going on?"
"I don't know either?" Deng Chao replied very cautiously.
"However, the girls in her team are quite lively, and they often run around the film set."
"Wouldn't it be possible?"
Zhang Yuan took a deep breath.
He tapped the stone chair with his finger.
"Alright, stop speculating. Her team is great."
"This matter ends here."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
This is on my mind.
As LazyYangYang mentioned before, his team has expanded and he has hired many people, so he is more well-informed than before.
It seems these are the young employees.
Whether he found out by chance while running around the venue, just to join in the fun, or whether it was intentional, is debatable.
After analyzing the situation, Zhang Yuan feared there might be bad people in the team.
Bad guys are one thing, but if your enemy has planted a spy, then you're in trouble.
It's not that he's being paranoid; there really are a lot of bad people in society, and these bad people can disguise themselves very well and get close to you.
In addition, with the upcoming IPO, he is very sensitive and more cautious than ever before.
It's not that I'm overthinking it, it's just that there's always something going on around me.
One should always be wary of others.
"Brother Long." He made a phone call to his bodyguard.
"Is our people in charge of security for Miss Liu's area?"
"Which Miss Liu?" Brother Long asked.
"It's my Miss Liu." He glanced around, worried that he might be overheard on campus, so he couldn't be too direct.
"Which Miss Liu is that?" Brother Long repeated.
Zhang Yuan: ...
He wanted to say "fair-skinned and beautiful," but before he could even utter the words, he knew it would be pointless.
"The one who loves to eat meat."
"I understand," Brother Long said, indicating that he understood.
"Yes, her security personnel are ours."
"However, she doesn't usually use bodyguards unless she's attending a major event or a business event."
"It's alright. Next time there's a job, send someone capable and quick-witted to investigate her team. I need information on each of them."
Celebrities are most afraid of having bad people around them, who might ruin them, and it's not just one or two who have been bankrupted.
After arranging everything and glancing at the time, he realized it was almost time for class and hurriedly returned to the classroom.
As usual, Cheng Hao arrived at the classroom on time with light steps.
As usual, he found a corner seat in the back row and hid there.
The events that had just occurred had affected his mood, making him somewhat absent-minded.
This was quickly discovered by Teacher Chen, who was standing on the podium.
If you've ever been a teacher, or even stood on the podium a few times, you'll find that as long as there aren't too many people, you have a complete view of the classroom.
Zhang Yuan is incredibly attentive in class, especially in her class.
I get inexplicably nervous whenever I see her.
This emotional tension extended to the tension of seeing the teacher.
Seeing Cheng Hao like this, he was practically ready to put his arm around the other teachers and have a drink with them.
If you're nervous, just stay focused. Take notes in class and jot them down, even if you don't look at them at home.
But he has all the qualities of a model student.
But today was different; his eyes were unfocused, he rested his chin on his hand and lowered his head, showing no reaction to the content of the speech.
It's obvious he was daydreaming.
After watching it several times, Cheng Hao began to recite it in the mountain dialect.
"Remember, from the moment you step into the school gates, whether you work in this industry or not, you are all actors."
“But acting is for the public; it’s your future career.”
"On campus, you are students."
"No matter how famous someone is, they are still a student."
"One must have a humble and selfless attitude towards learning."
"You can't think that schoolwork is unimportant just because you've acted in a few movies in your second or third year of school." "Zhang Ziyi and Yuan Quan have both won Best Actress awards, and they still diligently completed every assignment while in school."
Zhang Ziyi was so anxious that she and Liu Ye, the two worst performers, hugged each other and cried.
Qin Hao was a top student, the kind that teachers praised every day.
But what happens after we get out?
On the contrary, Zhang Ziyi and Liu Ye, who were at the bottom of the class, did the best.
It took Qin Hao many years to recover.
So what Cheng Hao said doesn't make much sense; it's just that he's speaking from his own perspective and because he doesn't like Zhang Yuan, so he said it on purpose.
Zhang Yuan only realized what was going on when he heard the words "Best Actress".
what happened?
What's so special about being a Best Actress?
I've even won a Best Actor award.
She has won several Best Actress awards.
Looking at the person on the stage, I still felt uneasy, and I thought about what had just happened.
Sisi accused herself of several "crimes".
It was said that he became arrogant after achieving success, and that he harmed others, which could easily lead to harming both himself and others.
This inevitably brought back memories of that night.
At this moment, just as at that moment.
However, experience makes one mature.
Just like Faye Wong and Nicholas Tse, marriage, divorce, and having children have made them more mature.
So mature that they can hold hands and chat all night without ever getting into anything risqué...
Zhang Yuan doesn't need this kind of maturity.
Emotionally, he has grown.
At least he never used the Great Luck Technique again.
Isn't this also a form of growth?
He remained preoccupied during class.
I slacked off until get out of class ended.
After this period of time, the students have become familiar with the teachers and leave after saying hello.
The boys were eager to play ball and video games, while the girls talked about cosmetics and Korean dramas.
They all went out in groups.
Zhang Yuan was the only one quietly tidying up his things at the table.
Actually, there aren't many things; it's just a few items that are moved around a lot.
Cheng Hao, who was standing by the podium, was also packing up her things.
Zhang Yuan was deliberately dawdling, actually waiting for all his classmates to leave.
After everyone had left, and seeing that Cheng Hao had almost finished tidying up, he stepped forward at the right time.
"Cheng Hao." He said the name that was quite familiar, but had become unfamiliar because he hadn't called it in a while.
Teacher Chen, who wore black-rimmed glasses, stopped and turned to look at him.
"Please use your position when you are at school."
Zhang Yuan: ...
"Teacher Chen."
"Hmm, what is it?" The other person nodded slightly, their expression unchanged as when facing other students.
It was still as gentle as a spring breeze, yet with a touch of the seriousness that comes with being a teacher.
"I have something I want to tell you."
"If it's a question about studies or performance, I can answer it for you."
"That's not necessary."
"What?" Teacher Chen frowned.
You look down on me?
"I...I...I...I didn't mean that." Zhang Yuan was so startled by her that he abandoned his storytelling skills.
"It's not about studies." He quickly straightened his back, becoming solemn and dignified.
"Didn't you say during the first class that students could talk to you if they had any problems with their lives or relationships?"
"Fine." She crossed her arms, looking impatient. "Go ahead and say it."
"Don't take too long, I have other things to do."
Zhang Yuan opened and closed his mouth several times, and for the first time in his life, he felt that opening his mouth was so difficult.
It's like I've experienced what social anxiety feels like.
For him, it's not difficult to talk to strangers, nor is it difficult to talk to friends.
It's just that this moment is difficult.
The difficulty lies not in speaking, but in speaking the truth.
It's about speaking your heart to someone you know very well.
"If you're not going to tell me, then don't waste my time." Cheng Hao slung her bag over her shoulder and was about to leave.
"Wait." He took a deep breath and mustered his courage before opening his mouth.
"What I want to talk about is what happened between us."
"Not as a student or teacher, but as a former lover."
"I don't want to say anything to persuade them to stay, nor do I want to explain any of my actions."
"I now understand that none of this matters to us given our relationship."
When he opened his mouth, he felt a pang of sadness.
What I want to say is that I should apologize to you.
"We have disagreements about how I handle problems."
"Whether it's due to differences in values or principles of conduct, we have different ways of looking at things."
"But this is not your problem."
Zhang Yuan spoke from the bottom of his heart, naturally producing the most sincere tone.
"Your words are essentially for my own good."
"I only fully realized this today."
He shook his head and spoke again.
"It should be said that we are only now willing to admit this."
"I didn't want to admit it before, but I stubbornly felt that admitting it would be denying myself."
"This willfulness hurt you."
"Given our years of relationship and experiences, I shouldn't have waited so long to apologize."
"You shouldn't have had to go through all this."
As he spoke, many memories of the two of them flashed through his mind.
Cheng Hao wore black stockings.
Cheng Hao wore white silk stockings.
Cheng Hao wears lace...
Also, on the set of "A Chinese Ghost Story", the other party took the initiative to contact me.
She was quite brave, which made me seem a bit cowardly.
"Perhaps it's too late."
"So I can only ask for your forgiveness for my youthful ignorance and failure to cherish what I had back then."
"In any case, I apologize to you for not stopping you on the spot and for messing things up."
"I really mean it." He finished speaking and then closed his eyes tightly.
What followed was a special, unprecedented sense of ease.
It felt as if a burden that had been weighing on my shoulders for a long time had been lifted off my shoulders.
I also felt that the windows to my soul, which had been somewhat clouded, had been polished much brighter.
He seemed to understand somewhat what it felt like for Western believers to confess to a pastor.
Saying some things out loud really makes you feel a lot better.
Admitting mistakes is also a form of growth, at least that's what he believes.
As soon as the words left his mouth, the inexplicable tension he felt when facing Cheng Hao in class dissipated.
Zhang Yuan felt that he had probably saved himself the money he would have spent on seeing a psychologist.
He can't see a psychologist either. If he tells the truth, the doctor won't need to eat; he could get full just by eating melons.
Whew... He breathed a sigh of relief, his serious expression naturally relaxed, and even a hint of pleasure appeared between his brows.
However, when he looked at Cheng Hao, the other party did not show any emotion.
I felt neither moved, regretful, nor angry.
His expression remained unchanged.
It's like a teacher who has just listened to a student complain about conflicts with his girlfriend.
They seem to be too lazy to bother with you.
"Are you done talking?" She still crossed her arms and looked directly into his eyes.
"That's all."
"I'm leaving now. Please don't daydream in class from now on."
"understood."
The other person then quickly left the classroom, wearing white sneakers.
Zhang Yuan returned to his seat and began organizing his backpack, which he had already sorted out many times.
At least he had a clear conscience... he thought to himself.
He started recalling what he had just said, and his hands moved slowly because his mind was elsewhere.
Distracted, he didn't even use his excellent hearing to sense that someone was rapidly approaching from behind.
Until my lower back sank.
"I go!"
He was kicked from behind, lost his balance, and fell face-first onto the desk.
"Holy crap, who is it?!"
Only then did he come to his senses and assume a defensive stance. With a somersault and a somersault, he retreated several steps and regained his footing.
At the same time, they adopted a Wing Chun stance.
This punch is more effective in small spaces.
But after he stood firm and assumed the starting stance, the burly man he had imagined did not appear.
Looking closely, all he saw in front of him was Teacher Chen, her eyes red and swollen… (End of Chapter)