Daily Life in the Pet Shop Ch. 238

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"When did you guys submit the film... for the awards? How come I didn't know anything about it?" Du Qianze asked, clearly overwhelmed. The Golden Statue was an international award—even if he didn't win, just the nomination alone would boost his status by a lot.

"That guy who got Best Actor didn't act as well as you did, so I went to talk to Ning Feng," Fang Yi said. "He said that newcomer had a strong backing, and we couldn't go head-to-head. I talked to him for days, and he finally agreed to submit it for the competition. But since we didn't know if it'd even get in, we didn't tell you yet." Fang Yi usually didn't care much about entertainment gossip, but since Du Qianze was in the industry, he still kept up with the news around him.

Fang Yue had also once said that Du Qianze's film was bound to win something. But in the end, it won nothing. Du Qianze hid his disappointment well, but Fang Yi was the one sleeping next to him—he could still tell when Du Qianze was upset. He wasn't great with words and didn't know how to comfort people, so he just looked for ways to help behind the scenes.

If this nomination hadn't worked out, Fang Yi had already decided to push Ning Feng to help Du Qianze make another award-worthy movie. He'd fund it himself. After all, he'd saved up quite a bit over the years.

"This is... this surprise is huge," Du Qianze said, holding the invitation and staring at it for a long time. This was a level he'd never even dreamed of reaching. His ultimate goal had only ever been to win Best Actor domestically—he'd never even thought about international awards. And now, the kind of thing he wouldn't dare dream about was right in front of him.

"Fang Yi," Du Qianze suddenly called.

"What is it?" Fang Yi asked.

"Hurry up and eat." Du Qianze started setting out the food, then urged Fang Yi to dig in.

"Oh." Fang Yi was a little bummed out. This wasn't how he imagined it going. Didn't Fang Yue say Du Qianze would be so happy when he saw the invitation that he'd throw himself into his arms? Why did he calm down so fast?

Once Fang Yi was done eating, Du Qianze also put down his bowl. In moments like this, all he wanted was to feel Fang Yi's warmth. The fact that he'd even remembered to make sure Fang Yi ate first had already used up all his self-control.

Hai Yang very tactfully came knocking around 8 p.m., but even then, it still took a lot of effort to wake the two of them up. Du Qianze couldn't even get out of bed anymore, so he just directed Fang Yi to do a quick cleanup of the room. When he saw the mess, Du Qianze's face flushed bright red. Going that crazy in a hotel room—what were they even thinking...

As soon as Hai Yang stepped into the room, he wrinkled his nose in disgust and, unsurprised, glanced at Du Qianze still lying on the bed. He rolled his eyes and said, "The whole room reeks of love. You two are already practically married—can you not act like some clingy teen couple every single day? I get it if you're emotionally attached, but the way you guys go at it with zero self-control... If you have to hold your waist while filming tomorrow, let's see if the director doesn't chew you out."

Du Qianze wasn't even mad about Hai Yang's complaints. He just pointed to the table.

"What? You want me to look at how badly you trashed the place? Don't tell me you guys went at it on the couch too—those hotel couches are expensive," Hai Yang muttered, walking toward the sofa. Then he spotted something obvious on the table, picked it up, opened it, and just froze. He didn't say a word for a long time.

"Hai Yang?" Du Qianze called. Hai Yang had been frozen like that for two full minutes. Du Qianze was starting to wonder if he'd zoned out entirely.

"Where's the camera? You seriously tried to prank me with this?" Hai Yang muttered to himself while turning the whole room upside down. "It looks too real. You think I'm gonna fall for it just because it's made to look legit?"

Then he stopped, looked at Du Qianze with a creepy little grin, and said, "You two went wild in here. There's no way you'd have cameras set up. So what's this all about? You think it's funny to mess with me?"

"I'm not messing with you. It's real. If you don't believe me, call the studio and ask," Du Qianze said. He hadn't expected Hai Yang to react like this.

"Oh, I'm definitely asking." Hai Yang pulled out his phone and made the call. He'd barely said "hello" when the person on the other end started talking. Hai Yang didn't say a word the entire time—just stood there, eyes wide, shock written all over his face until he finally hung up.

"Well? Do you believe it now?" Du Qianze asked, half-laughing. He'd been just as worked up when he first saw the invitation, but he never doubted it—because it was Fang Yi who gave it to him.

"Holy s**t... holy s**t... holy s**t..." Hai Yang paced around the room in circles for ages, bumping into Fang Yi more than once. When he finally calmed down a little, he grabbed Du Qianze's hand with exaggerated intensity and said in a sappy tone, "You're my king, my god. My future promotions, salary raises, feeding the family, raising kids—all on you now. You have to bring home that Best Actor award."

Then as if suddenly remembering something, Hai Yang let out a cold snort and said, "If you really do win the Golden Statue, we're coming back and bragging hard. Imagine, someone who can win an international Best Actor but couldn't win the domestic one? That's a damn joke."

"Keep it down. I'm just a nominee. The chances of winning are slim, so give it up already," Du Qianze said, exasperated. He was already overjoyed just being nominated, but actually winning? That was something he didn't even dare to hope for. Not because he doubted his acting, but because the Golden Statue judges were all foreign directors—of course they'd be biased toward their own countries. Even if it was called an international award, it was only relatively fair.

"It's fine. Just this nomination already makes me so damn happy. I'm posting the invite on Weibo right now, let Li Qingning's fans see what real sk**l looks like."

Li Qingning was the rookie who'd snatched the domestic Best Actor award from Du Qianze. Their fanbases had been at odds ever since. Most of the time, Du Qianze's fans got steamrolled—because Li Qingning's fans had hard proof. Their idol had won.

"Don't. Wait a few days. The ceremony's next month. Post about it at the beginning of next month," Du Qianze said. If the news got out too soon, he'd have no peace for the next few weeks. Plus, the film was already pulled from theaters. It wasn't like they could use this to boost ticket sales anymore. Low-key was better.

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