The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!
Chapter 1062 - 1053: Premiere (5)

Chapter 1062: Chapter 1053: Premiere (5)

When Xia Siyu and the others entered the cinema, the rest of the audience was already seated.

The optimal viewing position is generally in the center-middle area. Sitting too close to the front doesn’t offer the best viewing experience. However, for convenience when heading on stage later, the cast and crew, special guests, and various media representatives were all seated in the first three rows.

Originally, Xia Siyu and Bo Yan could have skipped the screening. Like Shang Feifei, she had already seen the film in advance, so her presence was optional.

Most of the other cast and crew had also seen the final version, which is why everyone was brimming with confidence. Winning awards might be uncertain, but the film surely had appeal.

Even Qin Baizhou, who didn’t attend the red carpet or come to watch the film, was on his way to the post-screening press conference. He wasn’t worried in the slightest because he had seen the completed version himself and thought it looked promising.

But Xia Siyu was still nervous.

She had been in the industry for seven years, and this was her ninth movie to hit theaters. Though she put care into every project, she had previously relied solely on her instincts for acting, never considering acting as something sacred or labor-intensive, nor had she intentionally sought ways to improve.

It wasn’t until "Storm" that she began to approach acting with a more structured and professional mindset. Moreover, this was the first movie she and Bo Yan worked on together. Though, in hindsight, there were still things that could be improved, she felt quite satisfied with her performance.

Besides, she and Bo Yan had missed the pre-screening review due to their island vacation. Although early reactions had generally been positive, her nerves persisted.

It was akin to knowing your exam results but still feeling anxious before the graded papers were handed back.

When they entered, the theater was pitch black. To enhance the viewing experience and prevent film leaks, everyone’s phones, including those of the reporters, had been muted and set aside.

Moments prior, Xia Siyu had maintained a fierce, "I don’t care" attitude. But now, she was visibly anxious, though she didn’t dare say or do anything. Her hands rested on her knees, clutching the hem of her dress nervously, her fingers slightly kneading the fabric.

Bo Yan was seated right beside her and could sense her unease. As part of the cast and crew, there was no need for them to leave empty seats in between. Most of the people in the front row were sitting close together, making it easier to coordinate interviews afterward.

Bo Yan shifted slightly and, making sure no one noticed, reached over and grabbed Xia Siyu’s hand, his fingertips gently brushing against the back of her hand.

Xia Siyu froze for a moment, not daring to turn her head, but her hand followed his lead beneath the armrest, where she grasped him firmly. Gradually, her body began to relax.

Bo Yan’s hand was warm and soft, as if silently reassuring her: don’t be afraid, he would always be by her side. Besides, this was their shared project—he knew how they had performed, and she clearly did too. Furthermore, everyone who had seen the completed film had glowing faces, suggesting a positive outcome.

Bo Yan even had a faint hunch that perhaps this movie would become one of Xia Siyu’s signature works.

The film began with the usual advertisements. After several promos, the screen went dark, and soon the familiar government approval logo appeared on the screen.

Even though Xia Siyu was still a little nervous, she chose to hold Bo Yan’s hand tightly. Together, they raised their heads to face the massive screen just inches away—