My 'Healing' Game-Chapter 80 The First Living Fan
80: Chapter 80 The First Living Fan
80 -80 The First Living Fan
The actress was being asked such a question for the first time, and she didn’t know how to respond, so she could only look towards Sister Long with eyes pleading for help.
“Jinnian graduated from Xinhu Film and Television Institute with excellent grades and character, studied dance, but as for fighting, she really hasn’t had any experience,” Sister Long spoke for Jinnian.
“That won’t do.
Some dramas now make first-line female cops into mere vases, which is seriously out of touch with reality.”
Han Fei still remembered the scene when he first met Li Xue, the reason the seemingly sloppy former detective was punished was completely because she had broken a suspect’s ribs with a kick during an arrest, sending the suspect to the emergency room before they could even get to the police station.
“I have met real front-line female criminal police in reality.
They’re competent, decisive, and in addition to having fighting skills no less than men’s, they are patient and meticulous, and have their own opinions on cases.” Thinking of Li Xue, Han Fei looked at Jinnian, trying to superimpose the images of the two women: “An outstanding portrayal of a female cop can definitely attract a large fan base, but the precondition is that she has to act out something different from others.”
Han Fei gestured to Jinnian not to be too rigid, and simply demonstrated a few moves: “This is the basic combat tech of the police.
Also, when you face a criminal, do not attack recklessly.
Treat every strike as if it were your last.”
“You know how to fight?” Sister Long became increasingly astonished by Han Fei; she had no idea what events a comedy actor must have gone through to undergo such a transformation.
“It’s merely for self-defense.” Han Fei didn’t teach Jinnian acting; without knowing her background, it would be impolite to teach someone how to act.
Jinnian, who had never learned to fight, was initially speechless about Han Fei’s instructions, until after he deftly took down a stunt actor on set with simple moves, and then her attitude changed.
“We don’t have much time.
You’ll need to practice diligently after shooting ends.” Everything Han Fei did was for the sake of improving the drama and didn’t mix in any personal feelings.
About half an hour later, that bald screenwriter entered the room, full of complaints, but he became much more subdued upon seeing Sister Long.
The group locked themselves in to discuss the script, and by noon, a rough draft of the new script had emerged.
“Flower of Evil is a very meaningful title, but it doesn’t quite fit our drama,” one of them said.
“Our original intention was to express the hope for Love amidst evil, so we included the love story of the male and female leads in the end.”
“Now, the romance between the male and female leads is an optional part.
The most exciting part of the drama is, in fact, the life-and-death intellectual duel between the two brothers.”
The bald screenwriter was somewhat troubled: “Sticking close to reality is good, but being too close to reality can make one feel constrained.”
“How about we change the name to Twin Flowers?
I’ve heard of this flower before, one plant with two blossoms, competing to bloom.
One consumes the nutrients and essence of the other, and the flower language represents expressing the deepest Love through the deepest harm until one dies.” Han Fei suggested after a short pause: “Meng Changxi and Meng Chang’an aren’t biological brothers, but they grew up together in the same family.
They are like two flowers on the same branch, with one constantly plundering the other’s life.”
Everyone agreed to Han Fei’s suggestion and after a quick lunch, intending to continue refining the script, Han Fei suddenly received a phone call.
“Sorry, the police need me for something; it might be related to that dismemberment case.”
“You attend to your matter first.
Don’t worry about us.” Han Fei’s reason was too compelling for the others in the room to even think of stopping him.
Answering the phone, Han Fei stepped out of the cottage: “Li Xue, is there a result for that case yet?”
“After a lot of vetting and searching, plus the evidence provided by Meng Changxi, we can now convict Meng Chang’an and Meng Changshou.”
“That’s good then.”
“Don’t hang up just yet, I wanted to talk to you today about another matter.
The higher-ups are planning to commend you, and there will be a reward for you as well.
Send me your social media account so that you can share the police department’s commendation notice when it’s released.
There might also be reporters coming to interview you.”
“Is it that big a deal?” Han Fei was somewhat surprised.
“Even if it wasn’t a big deal, we couldn’t help it.
This incident has become so huge that even if we did nothing, many reporters and social media bloggers would dig you out.
Those people can go crazy for traffic and attention.”
“My social media account’s name is just Han Fei.
You can search for it,” said Han Fei as he changed his phone settings to background call and opened the social media platform that he hadn’t used for a long time.
His account had no profile picture, zero followers, zero following, zero posts, with only the word “actor” written in the verified category.
Clicking on the word “actor” would bring up a comprehensive rating.
Smart Brain would judge based on an actor’s popularity, works, box office, and so on, and rank the top ten thousand.
Han Fei hadn’t made it onto the list yet.
His phone vibrated gently. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
Han Fei looked down and suddenly noticed his followers had increased from zero to one.
“September Snow is now following you!”
“Han Fei, are you really an actor?
It’s my first time seeing an actor with zero followers,” Li Xue’s voice came from the phone.
“That’s a bit one-sided of you to say.
I have a lot of fans; you’re just the first to follow me.” Han Fei really wanted to say that he had many die-hard fans in the Underworld who didn’t want to let go of him even after death.
“I’ve sent your account to the leaders already.
Stay in touch if needed and try to post more often on your feed; it helps gain followers faster,” Li Xue said before hanging up.
Looking at the lonely follower on his social media platform, Han Fei felt a bit helpless.
He was about to put away his phone when his social media platform suddenly started to chime with notifications.
“Xinhu City Cybersecurity Defense Brigade’s official account is now following you!”
“Happiness Street Police Station of Xinhu City’s Old City District is now following you!”
“Community officer Zhang Xiaotian is now following you!
And he gave you a like!”
“The Economic Investigation Team of the Old City Branch of Xinhu City Police Department is now following you!
And they left a message—’Brave and fearless, righteous and dignified, well done!'”
Looking at the sudden influx of new followers, Han Fei was quite pleased, although the style of his follower list was completely different from other celebrities.
“Oh well, it’s good to have followers,” Han Fei decided, setting his phone to silent mode as he went back to polishing the script.
By around four in the afternoon, the shooting location outside suddenly became lively, as if some conflict had arisen.
“What’s going on?” Han Fei, taken aback, stood by the window, and only then did he see the victim’s family and a large group of reporters surrounding the apartment building.
“Han Fei!
Check your phone!
Xinhu Police have released a commendation for your act of righteousness!” The coordinator of the production crew rushed in, putting his arm around Han Fei excitedly, “Bro!
You’re famous now!”
