Chapter Twenty-Eight: Lin Miaoyin—I've Found Mine Too

Lin Miaoyin hadn’t participated in the recording yesterday; she had only arrived from the imperial capital today, meaning she was even later than Lin Xing by a day. Naturally, Lin Miaoyin was unaware that Guan Peng had landed a role.

She chatted with Ding Yi for a while, and then a look of envy appeared on her face.

How envious she was.

She didn’t envy Lin Xing. In fact, as Lin Xing’s devoted little fan, she was truly happy for him. But now, the other team members, more or less, had all gained some extra opportunities.

But she had none.

Lin Miaoyin longed to act, but there were simply no roles for her to take.

Sister Dao wanted to mold Lin Miaoyin into a trending young star, or rather, Sister Dao felt she should take on some ornamental roles—after all, those were easier, just recite a few lines. Yet, even as a “track idol,” Lin Miaoyin’s path was fiercely competitive. What’s more, when Lin Xing and Lin Miaoyin were recording variety shows, he noticed that this girl could really endure hardship. She wasn’t at all pretentious, never shirking or leaving everything to her assistant.

Just think of Li Jingjing for comparison.

In contrast, Lin Xing felt Lin Miaoyin was the very model of both virtue and artistry.

Because of this, Lin Xing had already discussed matters with Sister Dao back in Yangcheng.

Lin Miaoyin was never meant to be defined as just a pretty face who only recited lines. Besides, she was a graduate of the Film Academy.

But Lin Miaoyin didn’t know any of this.

Recently, Sister Dao had indeed received some offers for ornamental roles, but recalling Lin Xing’s words, she had declined them all on Lin Miaoyin’s behalf.

It should be noted that in the first three episodes of “Farming with the Stars,” Lin Miaoyin had won over quite a few fans, and her popularity had risen accordingly.

“I wonder when I’ll finally get my chance,” Lin Miaoyin sighed.

“You’ll definitely get your shot,” Ding Yi encouraged her. “Your popularity is rising fast.”

“Popularity alone is useless,” Lin Miaoyin shook her head. “You need real, tangible opportunities.”

At 2 PM, Duan Hai returned.

He came carrying a mountain of things—food, drinks, and a variety of fan gifts.

“Here, everyone, have a taste,” Duan Hai offered, distributing the treats.

Hong Fei asked, “Xiao Hai, why does your voice sound a bit hoarse?”

“It’s because so many fans showed up. I got excited and sang several songs, chatting and interacting with everyone. I ended up straining my voice…”

As Duan Hai spoke, he was clearly a bit exhilarated.

It was understandable—a little-known artist suddenly getting a live, in-person event, with even his agent taking him seriously now, was something to be jubilant about.

Who in the entertainment industry doesn’t dream of fame?

Even those who once claimed they didn’t want to be famous were ultimately exposed as frauds. Someone who genuinely doesn’t seek the spotlight would never agree to interviews or variety shows. Outside of filming, you’d never see them at all.

As for the participants of “Farming with the Stars,” whether they were obscure rookies or has-beens, everyone nursed a faint hope—a hope as slim as winning the lottery.

But now, that hope had materialized.

Thanks to the boost from the show, everyone was filled with energy. Last time, they’d felt motivated by their sudden rise in popularity; this time, it was even better—everyone was ready to give it their all.

Only one person’s spirits were low.

That person was Lin Miaoyin.

“Cut! Let’s take a break,” Director Feng Gang called after an hour of filming, then turned to Lin Miaoyin. “Miaoyin, are you feeling unwell?”

“Ah? No, no,” Lin Miaoyin quickly replied, “I’m sorry, director. I wasn’t fully focused.”

“It’s fine, you did well. Since you’re not feeling sick, let’s just rest for a bit before continuing.” Feng Gang, after all, was a fair man, and since she’d always been cooperative, he didn’t press her too harshly.

“What’s wrong?” Lin Xing walked over at that moment. “If you’re tired, we can continue filming tomorrow.”

“I’m not tired, not at all. I’m sorry, Xing-ge, I’m the one holding everyone back,” Lin Miaoyin admitted meekly.

Lin Xing shook his head. “Then what’s the matter?”

“It’s just… it’s just…” Lin Miaoyin hesitated, embarrassed, and then confessed.

“Ah, that,” Lin Xing said, half laughing, “I haven’t told you yet. It was my suggestion to Sister Dao—I think you’re really talented, and Sister Dao agrees. That’s why she’s looking for deeper, more substantial roles for you…”

He smiled wryly. “So, it’s my fault, really.”

“Ah? Xing-ge, you really think I’m talented?” Lin Miaoyin asked in surprise.

“Of course,” Lin Xing nodded gently. “I have high hopes for you.”

“Thank you, Xing-ge. And thank you, Sister Dao, for caring so much about me. It was my own misunderstanding—I thought it was because I wasn’t good enough…” Lin Miaoyin hurriedly expressed her gratitude to Lin Xing.

What could be more exhilarating than being recognized by your idol?

So, I have a bright future ahead of me after all.

In that instant, Lin Miaoyin’s spirit soared.

When Director Feng Gang resumed filming, Lin Miaoyin’s performance was suddenly full of energy.

Feng Gang couldn’t help but wonder, “What did Xing say to Lin Miaoyin? She’s like a different person, suddenly full of life.”

After filming was done, assistant Xiao Nan hurried over and said, “Xing-ge, Sister Dao asked you to give her a call.”

Lin Xing took the phone and called her back. “What’s up?”

“Xingxing, Dima Electric Vehicles just sent over some promotional material. I’ll forward it to you—post it online for them. They’re starting their pre-launch campaign,” Sister Dao informed him.

Lin Xing shook his head. “You handle the promotional materials as you see fit. I don’t mind. If they ever need us for anything specific, just let us know and we’ll cooperate.”

“All right,” Sister Dao agreed. “I’ll arrange everything with them.”

Lin Xing was a little exasperated. “You called just for that?”

“Of course not,” Sister Dao replied with a laugh. “‘Just Waiting for You’ is about to officially announce its broadcast date. I wanted to let you know.”

“Huh?” Lin Xing was surprised. “So soon? Haven’t they finished filming yet?”

“I’m not sure about the details, but it’s true. We just have to wait for the official announcement. Besides, who knows when it’ll actually air.” Sister Dao continued, “It’s an S-level drama, and the main purpose is to promote Li Jingjing and Chu Chen, so they’ll be very careful choosing a time slot.”

“That’s true,” Lin Xing mused. He knew how much Kong Yi favored Chu Chen—he practically worshipped him. As both screenwriter and director, Kong Yi’s focus was entirely on Chu Chen’s storyline, so it was clear what was going on.

Still, Lin Xing felt it was all happening a bit too quickly.

Would post-production be able to keep up?

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