I'm Really a Superstar

In the evening.

At Zhang Ye's parents' house.

When Zhang Ye came home from work with a heavy heart, dinner was already prepared.

His parents were sitting on the sofa and watching television. On it, there was a discussion going on about the Spring Festival Gala. This topic had already been in the news for several days, and his parents were no exception in paying attention to it every day. Zhang Ye's family was a typical traditional Chinese family. They would have dumplings every holiday when it called for dumplings, and eat sweet glutinous rice balls during the Mid-Autumn Festival, never missing out on celebrating the traditional holidays. It was the same for Chinese New Year's Eve too. They would have dinner together while watching the Spring Festival Gala, and this was always what they did as a family since Zhang Ye was born. As such, the words "Spring Festival Gala" were as important as anything could be to many families, as well as in the hearts of the elderly.

"Son, you're home?"

"Has Old Wu knocked off yet?"

"She's not back yet."

"I'll give her a call to check then."

"No, don't call her. Zeqing is busy with her work. She'll come back when she's done."

Zhang Ye picked up a cup to drink some water, but something else was going through his mind.

The television was showing the news and there was a reporter conducting a street interview at the moment.

Reporter: "May I ask if you'll be watching the Spring Festival Gala this year?"

Passerby: "I will. It's a custom in my family to watch the Spring Festival Gala on Lunar New Year's Eve. But right now, I'm quite worried about it. Didn't they say on the news that the executive director role hasn't been filled yet? Every year in the past, the stage would have almost been completed by this time of the year. That's why I'm worried that they won't be able to meet the deadline this time."

"Do you have any hopes and suggestions for the Spring Festival Gala?"

"I just hope that the acts can be more exciting and not always similar to what we've had in the past. At least, they should come up with something that will make our eyes light up? But of course, this is what the executive director has to take into consideration. It wouldn't help even if I gave all the suggestions I have. I just hope that they can find a good director to do the job this year. Otherwise, if they keep doing the same things over and over, and the viewership ratings keep dropping lower and lower, I'm afraid that there will be a day when my family will finally stop watching the Spring Festival Gala."

Zhang Ye was starting to feel very pressured. "Mom, change the channel."

"Why? I'm watching it." His mother said, "Who do you think will be the executive director for this year's Spring Festival Gala? Why isn't there any news about that yet? Aren't they anxious about it?"

His father commented, "This won't be an easy role to assign."

His mother said, "Yeah, there aren't too many top directors in the country who are capable of directing a gala."

His father said, "Let's wait for Zeqing to come home so that we can ask her. She should have some news about it."

His mother nodded. "That's right, she's from the overseeing authority, so she'll definitely know. Our son's act is still waiting to be approved for the Spring Festival Gala, but that's now up in the air."

Hearing that, Zhang Ye said feebly, "There's no need to ask her."

"What's the matter?" His mother glanced at him. "You know something about it?"

Zhang Ye took another sip of water and placed down the cup before saying, "Regarding the executive director role for this year's Central TV Spring Festival Gala, the Spring Festival Gala's organizing committee approached me during the day. I accepted their offer."

A silence fell over in the house.

His mother said, stunned, "What did you say?"

Zhang Ye shrugged. "I'm the executive director for this year's Spring Festival Gala."

His father was extremely shocked. "Don't joke!"

"Why would I joke about that? I've already signed the agreement," Zhang Ye said.

The doorbell rang.

"Old Wu is back; I'll get the door." Zhang Ye quickly went to open the door. It was indeed Wu Zeqing. "You're finally off work? It's so late."

Wu Zeqing smiled. "I was caught in a bit of a traffic jam."

Zhang Ye said, "Let's start dinner."

Wu Zeqing changed out of her shoes and stepped into the living room. "Dad, Mom. Eh? What's the matter?"

Both of them looked rather shocked.

His mother immediately said, "Zeqing, Little Ye says that he's going to be the Spring Festival Gala's executive director!"

Wu Zeqing looked at him. "Hmm? You've accepted the job?"

"I've accepted it." Zhang Ye couldn't compose himself in this moment. He was unsure if his decision was the correct one. "Why? You didn't know?"

Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "I heard that you were one of the shortlisted candidates, but since I'm not directly overseeing matters regarding the Spring Festival Gala, I didn't ask."

His father stood up and said loudly, "Son! Are you really going to be the Spring Festival Gala's executive director?"

Zhang Ye threw his hands up. "It's not that I'm going to be, I already am."

His mother exclaimed, "This is marvelous! It's great! This is the Spring Festival Gala we're talking about! The Spring Festival Gala! And my son is going to take charge of it?"

Zhang Ye said bitterly, "What's so great about that? I'm worried that I'll mess it up for them."

His mother said without a care, "If it gets messed up, so be it. Worst comes to worst, you'll get a scolding. What else can they do to you?"

"Whoa, you're speaking like that because you won't be the one getting scolded." Zhang Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He said, "In any case, I've already made plans for the worst case scenario. Dad, Mom, Old Wu, let's eat dinner quickly. I think this will the last day that I'll be able to eat in peace for a while."

That same night.

The matters surrounding the Spring Festival Gala that had captured the entire country's attention finally got some new developments. Compared to the common folk, the people in the arts world and entertainment industry were the first ones to catch wind of it.

…

At Ci Xiufang's Skit Studio.

A middle-aged man answered a call and was stunned after taking it!

"Ah!"

"Old Hu, what's the matter?"

"Uncle Hu, what happened?"

"Where's Big Sis Ci?"

"Big Sis Ci is studying the script."

"Quickly inform her about this! The executive director for the Spring Festival Gala has been hired!"

"Who is it?"

"Zhang Ye!"

…

At a song and dance troupe 1 .

Some singers were having a meal together and discussing the Spring Festival Gala. They were also unsure of how many of them who were seated at this very table would have a chance of taking to the stage and singing.

Then someone came in from outside.

"Aiyo, why are you all still here eating?"

"What is it, Teacher Chu?"

"Didn't you all hear?"

"Hear about what?"

"The executive director has been hired!"

"What? Who is it?"

"Zhang Ye!"

"What!"

…

At a folk art 2 troupe.

Tang Dazhang and several crosstalk actors were currently going through their scripts.

"This is bad! Something terrible has happened!"

"What's the matter?"

"I've just received news about the executive director for this year's Spring Festival Gala. They—they—"

"What about them?"

"They—"

"Say it already!"

"They've invited Zhang Ye to take the role!"

"Holy shit!"

"What?"

"Impossible! That's impossible!"

"It's true! The news has already spread!"

"This…this…"

"It's over! We're doomed!"

Tang Dazhang and those crosstalk actors blanched!

…

At Grandma Zhang Xia's house.

Chen Guang and Fan Wenli were visiting today.

"Hai, I wonder what's going to happen to the acts."

"We can only wait. There should be a conclusion soon."

"With a change of directors, will our song act still get chosen for the gala?"

"We'll have to see who the director is first."

At this moment, Zhang Xia's phone rang. When she answered it, she got a surprise. "Alright, I understand. Thank you." After hanging up, she looked dumbfounded.

Chen Guang asked, "What's the matter, Grandma Zhang?"

Zhang Xia looked at them and said, "The Spring Festival Gala's executive director has been confirmed."

Fan Wenli said in surprise, "Who is it?"

Zhang Xia paused for a moment before saying, "Zhang Ye."

Fan Wenli snorted in surprise when she heard!

Chen Guang said dumbfoundedly, "What?"

…

Abroad.

In the hotel the film crew was residing in, Zhang Yuanqi was currently soaking in the bathtub.

Her manager, Fang Weihong, faced her and said, "Sister Zhang."

"What is it?"

"Are you preparing to take part in the Spring Festival Gala this year?"

"I'll start preparing after we get back to the country, but hasn't the executive director not been decided on yet?"

"It's been decided."

"Oh? Who is it?"

"Haha, you definitely won't be able to guess."

"Who?"

"Zhang Ye."

…

The industry was rocked to its core!

This news was simply too shocking!

Nine out of ten industry insiders were left dumbfounded after hearing the news!

Zhang Ye?

Zhang Ye?

How could it be him!

Why did this fellow get appointed!