Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Bo Yan was at the Convention and Exhibition Center in Bin City, neatly dressed and ready to head onto the stage. He was attending a Starlight Ceremony; a show of his had just been released on a video streaming website, and he was there to support it.
Although the Starlight Ceremony wasn’t as formal as the Gold Oscar Film
Festival or the Cannes Oscar red carpet, it was still a live broadcasted event.
Especially when his partner was beside him, it was even less appropriate to waste time looking at his phone or to delay the actual work.
Bo Yan frowned slightly, the phone was gripped in his palm. Though he was in the waiting area, glancing at it was not out of the question.
He hesitated for a moment and was just about to check the content on his phone when the artist coordinator next to him began cueing the process, “Teacher Bo, you’ll be going up soon. Start with a photo, pose for half a minute, followed by a brief ten-minute interview about the film, and then three minutes of rapid-fire Q&A with the reporters.”
Bo Yan hummed in acknowledgment and put his phone back into his pocket. His phone was on silent mode throughout, only the vibration was on. It wasn’t the film festival red carpet, so the rules weren’t as strict.
He and his partner had only walked a few steps, barely stepping onto the red carpet and not yet reaching the designated photo spot, when his phone vibrated again.
His partner, who was linking arms with him, could feel the vibration from his shirt pocket, but she said nothing.
Bo Yan remained calm, as if nothing had happened.
Until they reached the stage where they posed for photos, his phone suddenly started to vibrate intensely, as if a tiny motor had been switched on, desperately buzzing away.
Although it made no sound and was obediently tucked away in his pocket, and even though that pocket was hidden under his suit and out of the camera’s view, he could clearly feel it—and so could his partner.
In fact, before going on stage, his partner had also checked her phone and knew that Bo Yan had once again become a trending topic, dominating the rankings. Moreover, he was about to join a film crew tomorrow, co-starring with the newsworthy actress Xia Siyu. It was understandable that many people sought him out for interviews and gossip, and his busyness was to be expected.
But this… the frequency of people reaching out to him was too intense. His phone was practically an electric motor, making her arm go numb from the constant buzzing.
After finally finishing the photo shoot and the brief ten-minute interview, it was time for the rapid-fire Q&A session.
Theoretically, the questions posed by the journalists should have been about the film that Bo Yan and his team were about to feature on this platform. But the news of his filming with Xia Siyu had caused such a stir that the reporters could not contain themselves, and one bold reporter actually asked, “Bo Yan, what are your thoughts on working with Xia Siyu in the new movie?”
Asking about a new movie collaborator in front of his current partner was somewhat disrespectful, but it looked like his current partner also had an expression of relishing the drama.
Bo Yan, holding the microphone, gave a very succinct answer, “It’s work.”
Four words that, on the surface, seemed highly respectable; but on closer consideration, there was a faint sense of “Life is hard, sigh in the heart.”
The journalists got the attitude they wanted; once back, they could expand it into an 800-word essay.
After the interview concluded, his partner wanted to say goodbye backstage, but he nodded casually and walked toward the dressing room with his phone in hand. As soon as he checked his WeChat, Xia Siyu had bombarded him with a hundred messages.. The latest one read, “Hubby, say something, will you!’