Bai Leyao hummed, "You’re not mom, why are you calling me boring!"
Bai Shaoyu said, "This Yuran, her performance didn’t look like that of a novice at all. From a professional perspective of a brother, she’s definitely a tough character who can stand up to scrutiny!"
"That exaggerated?" Bai Leyao exclaimed.
Although she attended the same school as Yuran, they scarcely interacted mainly because Yuran had a notorious reputation, which she could hardly ignore.
Yuran might have had a decent background, which got her placed in a good class, whereas she had been in a special talent class since childhood, with mediocre grades and no pressure from home, so she was happy doing what she liked.
Moreover, since her parents and brother were reluctant to trouble her, Bai Leyao felt her path of growth was quite joyous.
On the giant screen, there was a sound, and before Bai Shaoyu could reply, he was distracted by the noise from the screen, "Pay attention!"
The first one was not Yuran. That girl performed adequately, nothing extraordinary, merely showcasing the contradictions and beauty expected of her age.
After the four-minute performance, Bai Leyao appraised fairly, "Leaving everything aside, this girl isn’t bad; not being formally trained, to perform this well is already quite impressive!"
Bai Shaoyu smiled, "Keep watching!"
"I feel like you’re keeping me in suspense, bro!"
Bai Leyao was incredibly curious but didn’t press further, continuing to watch. The second performer was somewhat plain, even less notable than the first. Finally, it was Yuran’s turn, and Bai Leyao sat up straight, her eyes wide open.
If the first two girls had merely shown what could be expected from their age, the intensity of Yuran’s performance was truly memorable.
For some reason, Bai Leyao always felt that she could see Fu Yuran’s charisma in this Yuran.
But Fu Yuran had died, and the two of them didn’t look alike at all.
After watching, she found her hands trembling, her whole body uncontrollably excited, and she suddenly grabbed Bai Shaoyu’s arm, "Bro, bro, I want her!"
"This request puts me in a difficult position, she’s an independent individual; you can’t just claim her like that," he replied.
Bai Leyao glared with her eyes wide open and punched harshly on her brother’s chest, "You know that’s not what I meant! I want her in my music video, I don’t know why, but I really like her."
Bai Shaoyu said, "Your likes don’t last as long as fresh milk!"
Seeing his sister getting fired up, Bai Shaoyu laughed, patting her head as if she were a dog, "Don’t be mad! Why the anger? I’ll agree, okay?"
"Stop patting me like I’m a dog; it’s so annoying!"
On the third day back at school, Yuran was checking this semester’s schedule with her dormmates, which was packed even on Saturdays.
Everyone complained about the unscientific schedule, but then Yuran suddenly received a call from Bai Shaoyu, asking her to meet. Checking her schedule, Yuran told him she was free at noon.
Bai Shaoyu gave her the location clearly—it was near the school—and then hung up.
Yuran’s dormmates, all of whom had attended the audition that day, asked curiously, "Yuran, was that Bai Shaoyu?"
"Yeah, Yuran, did you make it? We said it, no problem, that day watching you perform, I got goosebumps, you really seemed like you were trained in acting!"