After the matter is resolved.

Fang Ye also breathed a sigh of relief.

These days, you have to be nicer to your fans...

After all, your fans are your bread and butter.

Of course, Fang Ye actually wishes he had no fans.

…

Early the next morning.

"Arnold, you don't seem to have much to do lately?"

Fang Ye's eyes fell on Schwarzenegger and asked.

Because "Terminator 2" has been suspended.

He has also been hidden in the snow now.

So... I am very, very idle at the moment.

"It's okay. I'll go to the gym to keep in shape."

Schwarzenegger flexed his muscles and said slowly.

He is also Mr. Bodybuilder of the World.

This muscle, this body type, this explosive power...

Fang Ye nodded: "Okay, send me to the school first... As for "Terminator 2", I'll see if I can help you think of a solution."

"Okay, thank you, Fang!"

Schwarzenegger nodded and said slowly.

There wasn't much ups and downs in my heart.

Because he knows very well...

This kind of thing is an internal matter of the dynasty.

Fang Ye is just an outsider, there is simply no way to solve it.

Saying this is just to comfort myself.

He sighed slightly in his heart...

well!

Now he needs to be comforted too!

Not long after.

Schwarzenegger drove Fang Ye to the Los Angeles Film Academy.

From a distance, Fang Ye saw some reporters already appearing here.

"Damn... Ever since they found out we were filming here, reporters have been coming over all the time, and it's really annoying."

Fang Ye rubbed his temples and said slowly.

"This is something that can't be avoided."

Schwarzenegger shook his head and said: "They also like to block me in the gym."

Fang Ye smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He slowly put on his peaked cap and sunglasses and walked towards the school.

There are many reporters here waiting silently.

Not long after, they saw a young man coming.

"There's an Asian over there, is it him?"

"Why did he wrap himself up so tightly? Maybe it's really him..."

"Let's go up and have a look!"

…

"Holy shit, this is what happened??"

Fang Ye's face changed slightly as he looked at the group of reporters running over.

But not all reporters are so polite.

For first-hand news, they will take pictures of anything.

Even, if possible, they will find ways to annoy you.

That way, they can get better news.

Thinking of this, Fang Ye also became serious.

He quickened his pace and left.

The reporters quickly caught up behind him.

Someone was also shouting: "Hey! Sir, please wait a moment, sir!!"

Fang Ye stopped...

There is no way to continue like this!

After hesitating for a moment, he turned back to look at them.

The reporters saw him stop and immediately ran in front of him.

"Hey, sir... I've finally caught up with you!"

they gasped.

"What do you want from me? Why do you call me that?"

Fang Ye spoke directly...

This opening made a group of reporters a little confused.

They looked at the man in front of them.

The skin is yellow, he should be Asian.

only……

Why is he a woman??

Moreover, the sound sounds so nice, doesn’t it?

Fang Ye changed his voice and looked at the person in front of him: "If nothing happens, I'm going to go back to class!"

"Um...hey, this lady, I'm very sorry...we got the wrong person."

The reporters were a little disappointed and sighed.

"Huh, that's really annoying! I'm going to be late!"

Fang Ye stamped his feet and said angrily.

Well, it seems that this is indeed not a gentleman, but a lady with short hair...

Look at the confused expressions on these reporters' faces.

Fang Ye quickly quickened his pace and prepared to leave.

"Please, please wait a moment, this first... oh no, this lady!"

Suddenly, a reporter spoke.

The other reporters were stunned.

His eyes also fell on the reporter.

Fang Zhizi secretly had a bad idea...

What the hell, he’s still being recognized, right?

No way?

He slowly turned back and looked at the reporter in front of him.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" Still using a female voice.

It's so nice, this voice...

This group of reporters all felt very, very intoxicated as they listened.

"Hello madam, I am a staff member of the New York Voice...are you...a music student?"

The reporter asked quickly.

Fang Ye glanced at the strange reporter in front of him, then nodded: "Yes, what's the matter?"
To be continued...