[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend":3,"chapter-i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-12":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Only Know How to Ride the Trend!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2343493,4580,"Chapter 12: The King of Showing Off","i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-12",12,"\u003Cp>Night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deepening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the roadside lamp beside the rental apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Jianfeng squatted on a rock, staring blankly at the contract for “Love Ferris Wheel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the past half-month, he had worked desperately to secure a role in the movie “Love Ferris Wheel,” groveling like a dog—yet all he got in the end was a “sorry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half a month later, that long-desired role now lay before him; all he needed to do was sign the contract, nod his head, and join the crew as a character with lines and plot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found he wasn’t as excited as he’d imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only was he not excited, he felt hollow—as if the path ahead wasn’t the one he was meant to walk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shoot it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will you shoot it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the streetlamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Long ate instant noodles, Tuozhekailiedeliangxie  walked out, squatted beside Chen Jianfeng, slurped loudly, and savored the taste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Jianfeng glanced at the noodles, his mouth watering, but his gaze soon returned to the actor’s contract for “Love Ferris Wheel,” lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should shoot it—it’s an opportunity…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was the lead in ‘Sun Wukong vs Superman 2’… What if we shoot this, what happens to our movie?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Long didn’t respond to this, only silently ate his noodles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Acting demands full focus…” Chen Jianfeng set the contract down, murmuring to himself as he stared into the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think this movie will succeed?” Shen Long suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“During the day I thought it wouldn’t, but now I think it will. A teacher in Beijing told me: there’s no bad subject, only bad screenwriters and actors…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the lamplight, Chen Jianfeng looked lost—as if speaking to himself, or perhaps to Shen Long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Long quietly tossed the noodle container into the trash, recalling the script for “Sun Wukong vs Superman 2,” and the words Zhou Zong had spoken to him in the office today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought, his emotions seemed stirred, his gaze gradually turning serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go rework the script, revise it, and write a shooting plan…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Jianfeng watched Shen Long’s retreating back, then looked again at his own contract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps “Love Ferris Wheel” is far more reliable than so-called “Sun Wukong vs Superman 2”…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s the lead!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>June 26, morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Long polished the script for “Sun Wukong vs Superman 2” while drafting a shooting plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he knew it, the entire night had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was tired, yet brimming with determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rental apartment door opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His younger brother Shen Hu returned, guitar on his back, having begged again under Tianqiao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He came back dejected, silent, collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, drunk and dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several questions from Shen Long, Shen Hu finally muttered a few words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last night, Tianqiao began urban renovation—starting today, they couldn’t sing there anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At midnight, he took a part-time job at a bar and was force-fed so much alcohol his stomach nearly vomited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone around him told him he had no talent…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew deep down he had no talent—he was just a beggar—but the thought of returning home to screw bolts in silence filled him with quiet defiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he kept singing, over and over, comforting himself with each note.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Shen Long saw this, he sighed, unsure how to comfort his brother…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When will Zhou Zong help me release an album?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After drinking, Shen Hu became like a madman, muttering to the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Long sighed, not knowing what to say…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Shen Hu stared at the ceiling for who knew how long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until—there was a knock at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Zhou Yang entered, dressed in a suit, frowning at the drunken Shen Hu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu immediately stood up upon seeing Zhou Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drunk?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just a little…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, sober up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll splash some cold water.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu left the room, heading toward the public restroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their rental was in a hutong at Beijing’s outskirts, with no private bathroom—washing and emptying chamber pots required walking dozens of meters to the public toilet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Long watched Shen Hu’s retreating back, then smiled bitterly: “Zhou Zong, he’s feeling awful…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Zong, there’s no one else here—can you tell me the truth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What truth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does he have talent?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Long looked at Zhou Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang gazed into the distance and nodded seriously: “He has real talent…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. But he needs time…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang’s certainty left Shen Long stunned. Once he realized Zhou Yang wasn’t just comforting him, he lowered his head and asked hesitantly: “Will we… succeed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang patted Shen Long’s shoulder and smiled: “We’re already on the path to success.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do we have to ride on ‘Love Ferris Wheel’ for everything?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not riding—we’re in strategic cooperation, sharing resources!” Zhou Yang sharply rebutted Shen Long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do we have?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We have dreams and passion…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“… ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Long opened his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he choked on words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, after Shen Hu sobers up, bring him to the set too—this time, don’t walk like water rats. Take a taxi with air conditioning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Zong, what about you? Aren’t you coming?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I still need to discuss the cinema investment and some other projects—today’s busy…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, you’re really investing in the cinema?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sort of.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The midday sun shone brilliantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Muxue sat silently in the café.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation at “Feihe Cinema” was grim—it was on the verge of collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She urgently needed money, or a box-office hit, to keep the cinema afloat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, she had already decided the “Zhou Zong” was a freeloading fraud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when “Zhou Zong” told her on the phone that he had joined the crew of “Love Ferris Wheel,” she began to doubt her judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the producers of “Love Ferris Wheel” were two female college students, the distributor was the renowned studio “Starlight Entertainment,” with many rising stars endorsing it, and the hottest new heartthrob in the industry, Zheng Yichen, cast as the lead…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Based on some insider information she’d obtained, the film’s promotional budget would be substantial, and its box office was unlikely to disappoint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though she didn’t believe “Zhou Zong” would appear in “Love Ferris Wheel”—what if he did?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a car pulled up beside the window, Zhang Muxue snapped out of her thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing a young man in sunglasses, carrying a briefcase, step out of a red Audi A6, she was stunned!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is that Zhou Zong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did he get an Audi A6?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she saw the “Zhou Zong” straighten his suit and turn toward the passenger seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The passenger seat opened, and a beautiful girl wearing a mask stepped out, glancing over with confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director An, my partner, Mr. Zhang of Feihe Cinema, has been waiting inside for a long time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Yang, tell me—do you have bricks in your briefcase?” An Xiaoshi fixed her gaze on Zhou Yang’s ever-present briefcase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, why would you think that?” Zhou Yang smiled gently and shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This morning, I saw you secretly stuffing something into your briefcase!” An Xiaoshi took a deep breath: “That thing looked like the foam bricks we use on set.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.” Zhou Yang smiled and adjusted his glasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Yang, be honest—have you been driving my car around pretending to be someone important?” An Xiaoshi’s delicate face grew serious as she studied Zhou Yang’s expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No…” Zhou Yang shook his head again, fixing her with a serious look. “Director An, I hope you understand—I’m wholly devoted to our film. Now, don’t keep Mr. Zhang waiting any longer…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Zhou Yang’s earnest expression, An Xiaoshi frowned in confusion. Then, as she saw him stride ahead toward the café, she suddenly realized something and froze—then hurried after him: “Wait! Why does it feel like I’m your assistant? You carry the script and contracts and follow behind me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>",1315,"2026-06-20T23:43:44.409Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","52111ebcf7441bfd9ec7f2a8443061e62d9c4effaf55b7b58d5c4f8ac1a5a23a","i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-13","i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-11",101,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-cover.jpg"]