"What's wrong? Why are you running so anxiously? Did you call you in advance if your cousin comes?"

Yang Ruoyan asked strangely.

Hu Mengke raised his eyebrows, walked around Yang Ruoyan and looked at him, and asked:

"Lin Zefeng? Is he here? Where is it?"

"You guys are running so hard, aren't you going to see your cousin?"

Yang Ruoyan was even more strange. Did Lin Zefeng not come?

"Oh my slut, I see you are staying in the room and waiting to rust, and you don't even know who is coming."

Hu Mengke patted his forehead and said that he was speechless to Yang Ruoyan.

Yang Ruoyan was confused and didn't know who was coming.

"Is there anyone who can cause those female classmates to be crazy more than Lin Zefeng?"

Hu Mengke said nothing and replied:

"It's Crossr Rod."

"What? Crossel Rod, a famous Hollywood director? Crossel Rod? Crossel Rod, who is best at creating gods and can destroy gods even if he overturns his hands?"

Hu Mengke nodded like pounding garlic, and his eyes were filled with colorful colors like stars.

"Yes, it's him, that man who exists like a god.

It is said that he is also the son of a hereditary daughter of Morocco and the senior British state affairs. Because he loved the film and television industry since he was a child and had no feelings for hereditary position, he was only a top director who became popular all over the world and entered Hollywood."

"Wow, how could he come to our Art Academy? Don't he usually come to the directors of some TV series? How could such a big character come?"

"I heard that I came to find his new movie. Because the background was in the Republic of China, the female pig's feet was an ordinary Chinese girl, so I came here."

"Wow, then I'm going to have a look, too."

Although Yang Ruoyan is not a star-chasing clan or a flower gang, who doesn’t want to have a glimpse of such a famous person?

"Okay OK, let's go together, but... are you going to see him like that?"

Hu Mengke pointed to Yang Ruoyan's clothes, a wide sweatshirt, an ordinary sports jacket that could not be more ordinary, and a matching sweatpants on the lower body. It was probably bought for dozens of dollars at the night market, and it was already old.

Yang Ruoyan scratched the back of his head and said awkwardly:

"What does it matter? Just go like this. Anyway, I don't have the talent for acting and I can't choose me. I just want to see what the so-called god-like characters look like."

Hu Mengke pouted. Indeed, Yang Ruoyan was not keen on acting career at all. When the mentor taught them to perform, her words and deeds were very unnatural, and she was indeed not a good thing to be a star.

"Well... then go."

She thought for a while, and Yang Ruoyan could not be selected anyway, so she would just do it.

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When they arrived not far from the training room, they saw that the originally empty training room door was full of students watching.

Major media also followed and interviewed, but were stopped outside the training ground.

"Oh, we're late, so many people! We're going to kill people."

Hu Mengke stomped her feet in distress. Unexpectedly, the news of these classmates was so fast, and she thought that her news was already well-informed.

"Oh! It's Lin Zefeng, and Lin Zefeng is here too."
Chapter completed!