"You guys have no idea, do you?" Wang Hao said with a grin, "Little Yueyue is my classmate, we're as close as can be!"
"Cut the crap!" Zhao Yuanchun immediately shouted, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "How could he possibly be your classmate?! I heard he was just a graduate from some no-name university, and only made something of himself after meeting some powerful benefactor. You couldn't possibly run in the same circles!"
Everyone nodded in agreement, "Exactly, exactly!"
Wang Hao: "..."
Damn it! What does background have to do with anything?! Am I from a low background?!
As the commotion continued, several members of the Jin Ming Dance Troupe began to come out, and the Central Film students standing by eagerly inquired. Upon asking, their faces immediately lit up with excitement, and they began to whisper—
"Wow, you all got the position?! Are you going to be on the Spring Festival Gala?!"
