Chapter 133: Transmigrated as a Scumbag in a Boy Group Survival Show (15)
Damp fringe still clinging to his forehead, Gu Hanyin sat at a table in the corner. Someone noticed him and moved to offer a greeting, only to realize he was muttering under his breath, seemingly talking to himself.
Stepping a bit closer, they finally caught him repeating the name “Qian Aige.”
The name wasn’t unfamiliar. After all, everyone already knew the film summary and the names of the main characters released when Gu Hanyin’s movie project was established.
Seeing him muttering it again, the person assumed the investors were putting pressure on him to finalize the cast as soon as possible.
Walking right up, the man clapped a hand on Gu Hanyin’s shoulder. “Old Gu, still brooding over it?”
Gu Hanyin turned his head, realizing it was an acquaintance—
Zhang Haohui, a director exceptionally skilled in ancient idol dramas, with almost every single one of his series turning into a smash hit.
The two were fairly well-acquainted. Seeing Zhang Haohui, Gu Hanyin merely gave a slight nod. “Mm.”
He was never much of a talker, often remaining quiet and taciturn. Zhang Haohui didn’t mind. Glancing over the bustling venue, he asked, “It’s rare to run into you, busy man.”
“Came for my mentor’s painting,” Gu Hanyin answered simply.
Water dripped from his bangs, which he wiped away nonchalantly. Yet his gaze couldn’t help following the figure that had just departed, landing on a table across the hall.
The position wasn’t particularly grand, nor was it terribly obscure—a table fitting for their celebrity tier.
Gu Hanyin wasn’t familiar with boy groups, but because that particular group had stepped onto the red carpet right before him, he had overheard that they were an idol group formed through a survival show earlier this year…
Perhaps because Gu Hanyin’s gaze was too glaringly obvious, Zhang Haohui followed his line of sight as well.
“What are you looking at?” Zhang Haohui asked offhandedly. Looking toward the table in Gu Hanyin’s line of sight, he naturally spotted the occupants as well. Pulling a cigarette from his pocket, he offered one to Gu Hanyin. “I didn’t expect you to start chasing traffic stars now too?”
Zhang Haohui was joking, but he was genuinely curious about what Gu Hanyin was staring at over there.
As a director of idol dramas—especially one specializing in ancient costumed idol shows—Zhang Haohui dealt most frequently with top-tier traffic idols and members of boy and girl groups. Naturally, he recognized this newly formed, hugely popular survival show group.
“Jiang Jueming and Zhan Kongqing are both pretty decent,” Zhang Haohui evaluated.
While Li Yanxiao held high popularity, his mixed-race features were a bit too pronounced, making him look somewhat out of place in period dramas. Plus, he was a bit too tall, making it hard to find a suitable female lead to pair with him.
“Mm.” Gu Hanyin naturally didn’t know their names.
He accepted the cigarette Zhang Haohui handed over, holding it in his hand without any intention of lighting it. “What’s that person’s name?”
“Which one?”
“Black hair,” Gu Hanyin added. “The one sitting next to the orange-haired one.”
Zhang Haohui narrowed his eyes to take a look, thinking carefully… but he didn’t have much of an impression of that member. After all, he was a busy man and couldn’t possibly be familiar with every single face from a boy group survival show.
“No idea, don’t recognize him,” Zhang Haohui said casually. Casting a glance at Gu Hanyin beside him, he couldn’t quite tell what the man was getting at.
“…Have you found your candidate?”
Gu Hanyin naturally wouldn’t reveal his cards to Zhang Haohui at a time like this. Twirling the cigarette in his hand, he simply said, “Just a bit curious.”
With that, he stood up. “Excuse me for a moment.”
Once Cen Yu sat down, he caught the gaze Jiang Jueming threw his way.
He offered Jiang Jueming a friendly, amiable smile, only to see Jiang Jueming immediately snap his head away, refusing to look at him—
What kind of lousy attitude is that?
Cen Yu grumbled in his heart, though he refrained from making any major moves.
He knew full well that fans could buy entry passes into the venue. Although his own fans might not necessarily be inside, what if someone caught a bad expression on camera!
Cen Yu was still extremely mindful of his image.
This charity gala counted as one of the major fashion events of the year. The host magazine carried sufficient clout, and paired with the chief editor’s vast network, they had invited quite a few top-tier A-list actresses and movie kings… Turning his gaze toward the entrance, Cen Yu saw He Ci stepping inside alongside the actress under his wing.
That was likely the highest-tier actress under He Ci’s management.
A grand slam award-winner across two major film festivals, holding countless luxury endorsements, a true darling of the fashion world.
Her seating was naturally at a master table meticulously arranged by the magazine organizers—a world apart from newly debuted rookies like them.
Cen Yu’s eyes followed the actress as she slowly made her way toward the main table, only to discover that Mu Fengyin was actually seated there as well… He appeared entirely accustomed to occasions like this, a smile gracing his lips as he held a glass filled with mineral water, exchanging pleasantries with those around him.
And after the actress settled in, Mu Fengyin even greeted her warmly.
Having wrapped up his duties over there, He Ci’s gaze happened to sweep toward their table, locking eyes directly with Cen Yu, who hadn’t retracted his gaze in time.
“…” Cen Yu instinctively wanted to look away.
Only to watch He Ci walk straight through the crowd toward them.
Reaching their table, He Ci sat down right in a chair. “The live stream hasn’t started yet.” He looked at the group members. “Although the stream will mostly focus on those big shots when it starts, as newly rising traffic stars, you’ll definitely get some camera time too.”
“Remember, exercise caution.” He Ci scanned the nine young men, his gaze falling onto Li Yanxiao’s face. “You too—don’t go switching seats recklessly.”
He was terrified that Li Yanxiao would come up with an excuse to sit next to Cen Yu later on.
Leaning against his chair, Li Yanxiao gave an unbothered nod.
After briefing them further, He Ci departed to check on the company’s other artists—
He wouldn’t be sitting at the main table, but he wouldn’t sit at an obscure side table like theirs either; he was scheduled to sit at a table with a male actor the company was heavily pushing recently.
Meanwhile, Old Gao and Xie Jinshen were stationed elsewhere…
Leaning back in his chair, Cen Yu decided to look around for Gu Hanyin’s whereabouts…
Perhaps because the theme of this gathering was the Garden of Eden, the venue interior was decorated with an abundance of fresh flowers under dim lighting… Cen Yu swept his gaze across the floral arrangements in a circle, yet still failed to spot Gu Hanyin’s figure.
That doesn’t make sense.
Cen Yu thought to himself, his eyes stealthily drifting toward the main table again.
Given Gu Hanyin’s stature, even if he wasn’t at the primary table, he ought to be at a secondary main table at the very least.
Besides, everyone knew Gu Hanyin came today specifically to bid on his mentor’s painting—
Making him a major benefactor of the event.
Having surveyed the room without finding Gu Hanyin, he was feeling thoroughly perplexed when he suddenly caught the sound of people addressing someone as “Director Gu”—
Before he could even turn his head, he felt the chair beside him being pulled back.
And Gu Hanyin sat down right next to him just like that.
“…?” Cen Yu stared at Gu Hanyin beside him in sheer astonishment. Try as he might to maintain facial expression management, he couldn’t suppress the shock in his heart.
Gu Hanyin, however, merely gave a slight nod.
Meanwhile, He Ci—who had been preparing to sit down at his own table—had also been keeping an eye on the commotion at Cen Yu’s table. Naturally, he spotted Gu Hanyin taking a seat there… and nearly leaped right out of his chair.
Why on earth is Gu Hanyin sitting over there?!
He Ci stared at that table. He clearly remembered that Gu Hanyin was supposed to be seated at the main table!
As for the remaining seats at Cen Yu’s table, they were meant for a few third- and fourth-tier actors who shared the same star tier as the group.
