This Female Celebrity Comes from the Cultivation World

Chapter 74

Feng Juechen took the initiative to come forward and asked caringly, "Are you guys tired?"

Hearing this, everyone's backs stiffened. Were they just dancing too terribly that Feng Juechen couldn't stand watching them anymore? Don't make them practice anymore!

"We're a bit tired."

"My legs have not been well recently, I might be getting rheumatism from the cold..."

"I have a stomach ache, I can't move too much."

Everyone came up with excuses. In short, they were tired.

Feng Juechen smiled lightly, "How about I treat you guys to a movie?"

Watching a movie?

Treat?

"Is it showing here or are we going somewhere?"

"The movie theater."

Feng Juechen had originally only planned to go himself to support his senior sister's career. After all, it was his senior sister's undertaking, he had to show his support.

During the process of participating in the talent show, Feng Juechen learned a lot of things. For example, box office and viewership ratings. Box office generally refers to movie box office, while viewership refers to TV.

If more people watch his senior sister's movie, it would naturally be helpful to her career. Master had brought his outer sect disciples along, so he only had these teammates.

Feng Juechen managed to coax all the remaining dozen or so contestants to go together to treat them to the movie theater.

Considering they were all currently hot celebrities, Feng Juechen's assistant suggested renting a private theater.

Feng Juechen rejected it for the simple reason that he didn't have money.

The outer sect's hundred plus people had only booked one theater. It would be too wasteful for over a dozen of them to watch a movie.

What if the fans discover them? The assistant was somewhat embarrassed.

Feng Juechen: "Then let's go watch the late night showing, fewer people and harder to recognize!"

The group who suddenly learned they were staying up tonight: ????

-

At three in the morning, the last showing of the movie ended.

Sparse crowds of people who finished watching "Northern Song" walked out of the theater.

It was very late now, taxis were also not easy to get. Fortunately, the place they were filming the show was not too far from the theater, just over a kilometer or so, it was fast to walk back.

People in their line of work were used to 24 hours of work, staying up was nothing, pulling all-nighters was even more common.

The only thing that made them feel gratified was that because Feng Juechen had proposed watching a movie that afternoon, not only did they not have to practice that afternoon and evening, they could even slack off the next morning.

Without so many questions, because the top scorer was the team captain, he had the power to ask them to train, and could also help them ask for leave from the teacher.

Who wouldn't want a rare break?

Walking on the quiet yet spacious sidewalk, occasionally a small car would drive by from the side.

Perhaps because they hadn't gone out to play for a long time, everyone was in high spirits, chatting in groups of three or two. Off camera, they were not competitors, nor delicate artists, but a group of slacker boys.

Hearing his teammates chatting loudly, Feng Juechen also spoke, "How was the movie?"

"Great! Zhang Shuangcheng's films are always well received!"

Feng Juechen: "How did my senior sister perform?"

Hearing this, the air fell silent for two to three seconds, then was met with a chorus of praise.

"She performed very well! Teacher Song looked very beautiful in it, I almost didn't recognize her! Her acting was also great!"

"Yeah, I thought it was good too! That dancer in the red dress dancing on stage was so pretty!"

"I think the little girl who rode a horse to save people wasn't bad either!"

"The inn proprietress was so gentle! Seeing her made me think of my mother!"

The group praised all the female roles that appeared in the show.

As the show group's only top scorer, they had long investigated Feng Juechen's identity.

Although it was mostly summaries made by Feng Juechen's fans.

It was unknown whether Feng Juechen's parents were alive or what his family background and education was, they only knew that he was 17 years old this year, still a minor, had learned his skills from masters outside, and his senior sister in the entertainment industry was an 18-tier actress called Song Jixing.

Before Feng Juechen joined the talent show, the two had appeared together on a variety show once, although it was a new variety show, the reviews were not bad, and they saw the two's performance when they appeared on screen together.

The group glanced at each other and marveled to themselves, not bad for people from the same sect, not only good at fighting but also good at eating!

Other than that, the only label left for Song Jixing was that she was beautiful.

It must be known that in the entertainment industry, many people had this label.

If she was said to be a beauty, would any ugly roles appear in Zhang Shuangcheng's films?

Plus the heavy makeup and styling, they really couldn't tell who Song Jixing was, they could only blindly sing her praises.

There were female roles they recognized that had more screen time, only those with little screen time were left, surely one of their guesses was right!

After listening, Feng Juechen smiled, "My senior sister did perform very well!"

No one could tell that she played a male role.

At this time, a smart kid took out his phone and searched for the answer.

"So the villain who got stabbed to death by the male lead on stage was your senior sister! She's awesome! I couldn't even tell!"

The sidewalk welcomed an awkward silence again.

-

On the first night at the cram school, Wang Lun felt great.

He chatted a lot with Shen Feixian and learned that many people on these two buses were from the mountains and didn't understand many things, had no money to buy cell phones, only strong bodies.

Because they were truly so poor they didn't have money to buy clothes, they could only go buy wholesale identical clothes.

This was why they wore the same clothes.

Fortunately, the boss of the cram school was a very loving person, who just kept them there like this without making them do too much work.

Thinking about what his dad told him, Wang Lun nodded, the boss did indeed have a lot of money.

But other people's money didn't come from thin air, how they spent it was their business.

Wang Lun's teacher was Qi Yun, a cool and curt handsome youth.

He looked cool playing soccer, had powerful shots that could kick the goal net apart.

After witnessing Qi Yun's skill, Wang Lun was determined to become the same kind of man! To make the whole field cheer for him!

The next day's training content was not quite what Wang Lun had imagined.

"I drew you a set of footwork overnight for you to follow today," said Qi Yun with a yawn.

Wang Lun looked at the hundreds of meters of shoe print outlines drawn on the bricks and felt deeply doubtful.

Wang Lun: "Coach? What is this practice for?"

"Body maneuvering! Just practice it! Don't ask."

Qi Yun was appointed to teach temporarily by Shen Feixian. Although he understood that senior brother was doing this for the children's sake, he really didn't know how to teach soccer.

Qi Yun even wondered, what was the point of kicking a ball back and forth?

Why not just fight over it, the winner keeps the ball?

But he couldn't not do his senior brother's bidding, and he was still eating and living off his senior brother presently.

Qi Yun dug out a set of leg training methods used by the outer sect and decided to try it out first.

Considering the other party was still a fifteen year old child, an ordinary person whose inner force had not entered his body, his comprehension ability would be lacking, so Qi Yun drew out the footsteps in the method on the bricks.

Comprehension ability was a term Qi Yun desperately crammed last night when reading teacher guides, it was said you had to read teacher guides to teach here.

So that whole morning, Wang Lun stood there on that spot, walking back and forth.

Sometimes he looked like a waddling duck, sometimes like an upright walking crab, occasionally even like an octopus tangled up in its own legs.

The walking didn't go too smoothly, there was even some disorientation...