The producer jumped in to reply immediately, "The lead actors deserve all the credit!"
The supervisor chimed in, "Breaking 100 million on the first day, that's not too much to ask, right?"
Director Wang declared, "I've made a promise here. If the opening day box office exceeds 100 million, I'll treat everyone to a meal! Anywhere you choose!"
Jiang Mian added, "Then we'll have to wait for Emperor Song to join us~"
Director Wang replied, "Xing Jia is quite busy these days. But no rush, we definitely can't miss anyone."
Jiang Mian opened Weibo and continuously refreshed every viewer's review. She even liked the more insightful film critiques.
She ended up sleeping with her phone in her arms.
The next morning, she was woken up by Sister Ning's overjoyed call, "My darling, stop sleeping!! The opening day box office exceeded 200 million! 200 million! Second highest single-day box office! Only a bit behind the one next door!"
Heaven knows how nervous she was last night, staying up all night monitoring the data. It had been years since she felt this anxious!
As soon as dawn broke, she couldn't help but share the good news with Jiang Mian!
Jiang Mian, still groggy, mumbled, "Hmm? Two hundred million is two hundred million..."
Realizing what Sister Ning had said, she suddenly sat up straight, her eyes shining with astonishment, "Two hundred million??"
She covered her mouth, afraid she might let out an uncontrolled gasp. Her eyes sparkled with joy, her face beaming with surprise.
Although she had known that with this film's production team, the results wouldn't be bad, she hadn't expected them to be this good.
Sister Ning, having not slept all night, felt refreshed, believing all the waiting was worthwhile. She took a sip of tea to calm her nerves, "Still waters run deep, Mianmian, you're amazing!"
The first thought that crossed Jiang Mian's mind was that she had to share this good news with Ji Zhixiu!
She dropped her phone and, without even putting on her slippers, her fair feet padded on the carpet as she rushed downstairs, "Axiu!"
She looked around searching.
The moment she saw the man in the living room, everything suddenly seemed to quiet down.
Golden light slanted through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting in the water glasses on the coffee table, and also illuminating the man's sculpted, slender face, adding a layer of radiance.
The man's long legs were casually bent in front of the sofa, the top buttons of his shirt undone, and he held an English translated book in his hand, looking relaxed. Hearing her voice, he slightly turned his head, his focused gaze shifting from the book to her face.
His gaze finally settled on her feet, and he frowned slightly, then responded in a voice as pleasant as a violin, "I'm here, what's wrong?"
Jiang Mian watched as Ji Zhixiu stood up and walked towards her, backlit by the light, her heart beating faster and faster.
As the man came closer, Jiang Mian found herself struggling to breathe.
She suddenly understood that this man was her exclusive heartthrob.
This was a feeling she never experienced when acting with any other male actor.
It was only because it was him, and only him.
Jiang Mian's lips curved into a wide smile, and she leaped up, throwing her arms around him in a hug, "Ahhhhhhh! I'm going to be famous!!!"
Ji Zhixiu raised his arms and held her tightly, feeling her joy, a flicker of pampering in his eyes, "Is this why you're not wearing shoes?"
Jiang Mian's arms were wrapped firmly around his neck, her legs coiled around his body, her voice filled with unconcealable joy, "Did you see the trending topics!"
Ji Zhixiu, unable to resist her, carried her as he walked and said, "I saw," he paused, then added, "Very good."
Jiang Mian wished she could roll around with excitement. Just as she was about to reach for her phone to check again, she remembered she had left it upstairs.
She opened her palm and tilted her chin up, looking proud and smug, "Husband, may I borrow your phone?"
Ji Zhixiu paused, "Wait a moment."
Ji Zhixiu, his expression unchanged, unlocked the phone, switched to another Weibo account with practiced speed, and then handed it to Jiang Mian.
The moment Jiang Mian received the phone, she immediately checked Weibo's trending topics. Her eyebrows rose, "Everyone knows our official Weibo account worked overnight to create a poster celebrating the 200 million box office."
Ji Zhixiu smiled, "Keep this momentum, and things will only get better."
Seeing the discussion volume, the attendance rate, and the screening rate, Jiang Mian was immensely satisfied.
She seized the moment to post a Weibo message and then logged out.
"So happy, so happy!"
She was completely unaware of the storm that her subsequent Weibo post would soon cause.
Ji Zhixiu: [Thank you all for your support of "Class Three High School," [Happy Face Icon] [Happy Face Icon] Remember to recommend it to your friends!]
Qingcun Bu Da Yang: [? Has your account been hacked?]
Tao Hua Yi Jiu: [I still remember seeing President Ji's magnificent beauty on financial news years ago and immediately followed him on Weibo. Two years have passed, the Weibo has grown overgrown with weeds, the big V status has slipped, why are you suddenly posting this today??]
Xi Mo: [If I remember correctly, Ji's company didn't invest in this movie either? Promoting it for love?]
Qing Huan Du: [It's known that President Ji was not involved in the production of "Class Three High School," and he specifically posted to cheer it on. Is there someone he knows in it?]
Jian Kang Shi Yong Shou Ji: [Trying to ride the popularity?]
Ni Ming De Peng You: [Bullshit upstairs, our President Ji is rich and handsome, does he need to ride the popularity of a movie?]
When Ji Zhixiu received the call, his eyebrows slightly raised, "It's the first day of the Lunar New Year, you better have a good reason."
Fan Cheng: "There's something I don't know if I should say or not..."
"Then don't say it."
Fan Cheng: "President, have you seen Weibo? You're trending!"
Fan Cheng's mood was complicated. Given their president's low-key nature, he wouldn't even agree to interviews, and he never expected to go viral because of a Weibo post.
This generation of netizens was truly exceptional, and because of this Weibo post, the tag "Class Three High School" received extremely high exposure.
It quickly climbed the trending list, with many asking, who is Ji Zhixiu? What's his relationship with this movie?
Then, someone provided an answer.
Ai Qing Sang Ba Wu: [Ji Zhixiu, a legitimate noble from the Beijing circle, young but with a resume longer than my thesis. He is very low-key and rarely shows himself. The largest central mall in Beijing that spans across the country is his family's [Melon Emoji]]
Zi Mu Xuan Xi Gua: [Did only I search him on Baidu and come back to kneeling? This man is not only rich but also devastatingly handsome!! Here's a photo from the old days when he appeared on financial news! Forgive me! This is the only one I could find!]
Ni Man Wo Man: [I'm calling him husband!]
When Fan Cheng saw the trending list, Ji Zhixiu had gained two million followers in a single day. https:/
The speed was astonishing, truly terrifying.
He felt it was necessary to inform the president, hence the call.
"I'm trending?" Ji Zhixiu asked.
Fan Cheng: "Why don't you take a look at Weibo, President? Also, should we try to get the trending topic removed?"
Ji Zhixiu opened Weibo and scanned through it briefly, until he saw the latest post. A smile couldn't help but form on his lips. Did she post this morning without switching accounts?
Then he opened the comment section and fell silent.
What was this? Why were so many people calling him husband??
Ji Zhixiu pinched the bridge of his nose forcefully to maintain his composure, "No need to remove the trending topic. If any photos leak, just delete them."
It was fine to be trending now; it was just a way to bring more attention to the young lady.
The thought of the young lady surely not realizing she had posted from the wrong account made Ji Zhixiu chuckle.
Jiang Mian only realized she had posted from the wrong Weibo account at night. She had gotten too used to using Ji Zhixiu's phone and treated it as her own.
She pounced on Ji Zhixiu, pinning him down, and straddling his lap, she exclaimed, "Quick! Give me your phone! I need to delete it!"
Ji Zhixiu's dark eyes deepened as he looked at the young lady on top of him, his expression calm, "Don't you think deleting it now would be covering up what's already happened? They've already seen what they've seen."
Jiang Mian hesitated, "What if our relationship is discovered by others?"
"It won't be," Ji Zhixiu said calmly, then playfully added, "Do you like this position?"
By the time Jiang Mian realized how dangerous the position was, it was already too late. The man easily flipped her over and pinned her beneath him.
She let out a small gasp, allowing the shoulder strap to slide down, and was then marked by the man with one exclusive imprint after another.
Jiang Mian's delicate hands climbed onto his shoulders, responding to him in kind.
Her beautiful back arched slowly, provoking even more frenzied actions from the man.
...
The Shen Residence.
Shen Tingyu stared intently at the computer screen.
"Knock, knock," Shen Muyuan knocked on the door, holding a cup of milk, interrupting Shen Tingyu.
Shen Tingyu quickly turned around, "Brother!"
"It's so late, why aren't you sleeping? Mom asked me to bring you a cup of milk." Shen Muyuan smiled gently, walked forward two steps, and handed it to her.
Shen Tingyu quickly took the cup, subtly blocking the computer screen. She replied, "Thank you, brother, I'll be sleeping soon."
Shen Muyuan stroked her head and said kindly, "Tingyu, I can feel since I returned that you seem to have something on your mind. Can you tell me about it?"
Shen Tingyu met his concerned eyes and playfully retorted, "Brother, you wouldn't understand a girl's matters."
"I just feel that you're unhappy."
Shen Tingyu drank the milk in one gulp and handed the cup back to him. She paused at his words, "How could I be, brother? I'm very happy."
Seeing that she didn't want to talk, Shen Muyuan sighed inwardly and didn't ask further.
He knew his sister; if she didn't want to say, no amount of questioning would get it out of her.
"No matter what has happened, you must remember that I am still here. I will always be your brother, your strongest support. Don't overthink it, Tingyu, get some rest early."
For a moment, Shen Tingyu almost blurted it out.
She wanted to say, brother, liking someone is so tiring.
But she couldn't bring herself to give up!
She let out a bitter laugh in her heart, and outwardly said obediently, "I know, brother, goodnight."
"Goodnight."
The door was closed again.
Shen Tingyu stood there for a moment before sitting down again.
Why did she return to the country if not for Ji Zhixiu?
Now that this man no longer had her in his eyes, how could she be happy?
She shifted her gaze back to the computer, her eyes narrowing slightly, her heart feeling as if it were being gnawed by a thousand ants, the fire of jealousy burning fiercely.
Jiang Mian, I will make you realize that there are no good consequences for fighting with me over someone!