403 Once in Ten Years Opportunity to Mee

Sister Wen saw the name displayed on the phone clearly, and her remaining words became stuck in her throat.

“Cough, cough…” Beside her, Tian Xiaoxiao accidentally choked on her water.

Her face turned red, and she immediately gestured for Sister Wen to pick up the call.

Sister Wen had saved Film Emperor Qin and his manager’s phone numbers, but she never thought he would actually call her.

After a moment of stunned silence, she quickly picked up, put her hand beside her mouth, and lowered her voice. “Film Emperor Qin.”

Her consistent quality was calm and steady.

Already home, Film Emperor Qin opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water. He had thought long and hard about this phone call before deciding to call Tian Xiaoxiao’s manager. “Hello, may I ask, does Miss Tian Xiaoxiao have time tomorrow?”

Sister Wen was stunned. “Ask what?”

Tian Xiaoxiao folded her arms. “The three questions of death.”

1

Sister Wen was speechless.

She was silent for a moment. “Have you been selected as the heroine by a big director today?”

Tian Xiaoxiao lifted her chin. “Of course.”

Sister Wen was a little tired. “Did you shoot a movie with Film Emperor Qin today?”

Tian Xiaoxiao squinted. “We recorded a variety show together.”

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Sister Wen was expressionless. “Do you have 10 million fans today?”

Tian Xiaoxiao smiled. “9 million and nine hundred thousand.”

Qin Ran nodded while propping up her chin.

After breakfast, she went to school. She took her computer and went to the Physics laboratory with Principal Xu’s project.

She arrived at 7 am with Scholar Liao and the others already there.

There was an empty space in the outermost area. Putting down her computer, she went to the shelf behind to get a book on reactors. She dragged her chair and sat down. After reading the information for a while, she flipped to the next paper.

Brother Ye came out to pick up some documents and smiled at her. “Little junior.”

“Brother Ye.” She looked up and politely greeted him.

“You’re also writing a paper?” He glanced at her computer screen and saw the structure diagram and detailed text, but didn’t scrutinize it out of respect.

Qin Ran retracted her gaze, opened the drawing again, and redrew it. “Yeah.”