Divine Lucky Star
Chapter 401 - Chapter 401 Chapter 400 Why Do I Suddenly Feel Like Laughing

Chapter 401: Chapter 400 Why Do I Suddenly Feel Like Laughing? Chapter 401: Chapter 400 Why Do I Suddenly Feel Like Laughing? “What’s wrong?” Jiang Ruoyun knew at a glance that Wang Hao must have discovered something and quickly asked, “Is there something not quite right?”

“It’s so-so,” Wang Hao tasted it again and then stated with an air of seriousness, “It doesn’t seem as mysterious as they say!”

“What did you say?!” The moment Meng Haoran heard this, he shouted in disbelief! Such high-quality sushi, and in the mouth of Wang Hao, it was just average?!

This guy must be asking for a kick!

Just as Meng Haoran was about to sneak another kick under the table, someone pushed open the door and walked in. At the sight of the newcomer, Meng Haoran became excited and called out, “Dad! Why are you here too?”

“Haoran?! Why are you here?” Meng Haoran’s dad was surprised to see his son and immediately came over.

After all, as the director of the acting department at Jinying, Jiang Ruoyun respectfully stood up with her three best friends to greet him: “Director Meng.”

“Ruoyun is here too,” Meng Weiting was momentarily taken aback when he saw Jiang Ruoyun, then smiled and said, “Please, take a seat. Are you here for sushi?”

“Ah, I’m friends with the apprentice here, Izukura Mamoru, from back when she was at RB,” Meng Haoran said with a smile, “It took a lot of effort to book a place here, so I invited Ruoyun first thing to try it out.”

“Oh, I see!” Meng Weiting gave Meng Haoran a discreet thumbs up, proud of his son. Clever! He’s got some moves!

He directly took a seat at the table and said, smiling, “Speaking of which, this sushi restaurant is really good, and getting a reservation is quite difficult. I managed to book a seat two months in advance, and here our Haoran impresses by securing a spot right off the bat. Haha, I’m quite pleased as a father.”

Wang Hao: “…”

All this back-and-forth bragging, is that really a good look?

After greeting everyone, Meng Weiting turned to Wang Hao, curious, and asked, “And this gentleman is…”

“Ah, this is Wang Hao,” Meng Haoran introduced his father, “a screenwriter by trade, reputed to be quite skilled.”

“Screenwriter, huh? So-so, I guess,” upon hearing that Wang Hao was a screenwriter, Meng Weiting shook his head and said, “What future is there in screenwriting? Acting is where the future lies. Look at the stars who graduated from our academy; their fees start with seven digits now, and Lan Zihuang starts at eight figures! You’d have to reach the level of the screenwriter from ‘Domestic Agent’ to be considered powerful. Only then, when you can casually earn a couple of tens of millions per script, and that’s if someone is willing to take it, does it count. Otherwise, it’s not very interesting.”

Wang Hao: “…”

I’m supposed to reach my own level? That sounds rather awkward…

Jiang Ruoyun: “…”

Why do I suddenly feel like laughing?

“Dad, let’s not talk about that for now,” with his dad, the department head, backing him, Meng Haoran was in high spirits, his face flushed with excitement, and he asked, “Are you here for sushi on your own today?”

“How could I? Such a precious opportunity must be shared with a heavy hitter.” Meng Weiting rubbed his hands together excitedly, saying, “You know Principal Zheng, right? He’s been in a great mood these last few days; he said he met an incredibly impressive person. Why wouldn’t I seize the chance to invite him over? Eating sushi is one thing, but our department should also show its talent during the university anniversary celebration, right? We need to apply for event funding, so here we are.”

“The sixtieth anniversary celebration!” Upon hearing this, Meng Haoran got excited and said, “The scale of this celebration is going to be huge, right?”

“Absolutely, it’s going to be big,” Meng Weiting replied, “I heard that our school is inviting the first two graduating classes, and the hottest stars right now, Lan Zihuang and Zhang Muqing, will be walking the red carpet! I wonder if they’ll honor the invitation. If they really come to support the event, what a scene that will be! At least a hundred reporters will show up! If we don’t apply for more funds and arrange some impressive stage plays, won’t we be the joke of the town?”

“Lan Zihuang!” Jiang Luochen immediately got excited upon hearing this name: “She’s my absolute idol! Besides Miss Ice Princess, my most admired actress is Lan Zihuang!”

“I like Zhang Muqing even more!” Qin Susu’s eyes shone with excitement: “Zhang Muqing’s performance in ‘Domestic Agent’ was simply amazing!”

“Yeah,” Yang Xueyao nodded and said, “Speaking of which, the screenwriter for ‘Domestic Agent’ is the most incredible, directly causing Zhang Muqing’s value to skyrocket by many folds. Ah, if only I could meet him.”

The girls all nodded in agreement: “Definitely, he’s the most amazing!”

Then, the girls all looked at Wang Hao — Is this guy for real? He sure doesn’t look like it…

“Sigh, it’s a pity,” just then, Meng Weiting sighed and said, “If our academy could recruit a screenwriter of that caliber, we’d surely rise to prominence again in no time. These past years we’ve been severely overshadowed by Zhonghai Film University!”

Everyone nodded again: “Yeah, if only such a top screenwriter would join us, that would be great!”

Wang Hao: “…”

Hey, hey, hey, I’m sitting right here, okay? You’re all admiring me so much, I’m blushing…

Pulling out his phone, Wang Hao messaged Lan Zihuang —

Wang Hao: “Purple Phoenix, I hear your university is celebrating its sixtieth anniversary.”

Lan Zihuang: “Yeah, yeah, how did you know, DouDou?”

Wang Hao: “…Ah haha, just heard about it. Did you graduate from Jinying?”

Lan Zihuang: “Right, I’m from the Jinying class of 2014. The school invited me a few days ago to the sixtieth anniversary celebration.”

Wang Hao: “Ah, nothing, was just asking since I heard about it.”

Lan Zihuang: “Alright, then I won’t keep you, I’m off to direct Ding Yuwei!”

Wang Hao: “Sure, no problem! Go on with your work.”

“Eh,” stealthily watching Wang Hao chat away, Jiang Ruoyun nudged Wang Hao’s thigh and whispered, “Do you want to meet this Lan Zihuang? I can pull some strings for you!”

Wang Hao: “…”

No need to pull any strings, right? If I want to see her, I can meet her at any time, can’t I?