Xu Chun's black hair looked very soft, Xie Jianyuan inexplicably wanted to reach out and touch it to see what it felt like.
"What's wrong?"
Xu Chun noticed his gaze and turned around to ask, puzzled.
Xie Jianyuan had a faint smile on his lips. "Director Chu said we need to film as soon as possible, before it gets dark, otherwise it will be difficult to finish."
Xu Chun nodded, then suddenly seemed to remember something. She glanced at the actress touching up her makeup not far away; it was the actress who would be having a kissing scene with Xie Jianyuan.
Xu Chun couldn't help but sigh. This was Xie Jianyuan's first time having a kissing scene with a woman. After all, he had mostly acted in action-packed dramas with a focus on power and excitement. If this were to air, his fans would definitely be in an uproar.
"Do your best later," Xu Chun encouraged him gently, trying to help him relax.
Xie Jianyuan, however, seemed completely unfazed, looking at Xu Chun with a half-smile without saying a word.
Before long, Director Chu announced the start of filming. All departments completed their preparations in a flurry of activity, and the actors took their positions, waiting for the clapperboard to sound.
Xu Chun looked at Xie Jianyuan with a serious and focused expression. The image of Xie Jianyuan in his mind was gradually merging with that of Cheng Du in the play.
"3! 2! 1! Action!"
Chen Mu slowly pushed open the door and sensed that the atmosphere in the class was a bit strange. He silently lowered his head and walked to his seat.
Surprisingly, the few male classmates who usually bullied him didn't come up to laugh at the bruises on his face. Instead, they watched him from a distance with strange expressions on their faces.
Chen Mu lowered his eyes and carefully wrote his name on the homework. His homework had been torn up by his stepmother's daughter, so he stayed up all night to write a new one.
"Chen Mu."
Upon hearing this voice, his body stiffened involuntarily, and he lowered his head even further.
"What's wrong? I'm calling you."
Cheng Du sat down in front of him, resting his chin on his hand, his handsome face full of smiles. Suddenly, his gaze fell on the wound on Chen Mu's face, and his tone turned cold, but his smile remained unchanged.
Who did this?
His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.
The atmosphere in the class suddenly froze, and many people lowered their heads and remained silent.
Knowing there was no way to hide it anymore, Chen Mu timidly raised his head and whispered, "I fell by myself."
Cheng Du laughed in exasperation, coldly saying, "You think you can get your face all messed up from a fall?"
Chen Mu pursed his lips and remained silent.
"Come with me." Cheng Du stood up, seemingly extremely impatient, and kicked Chen Mu's chair, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Where to?" Chen Mu looked at him blankly.
"The infirmary!" Cheng Du frowned and replied in a deep voice.
"Cut!"
After Director Chu yelled "Cut!", everyone knew that the scene was finished. However, there were still many scenes to follow, and they needed to move between locations, so no one dared to delay and instead busied themselves packing up the equipment.
"Brother Chun." As soon as Xu Chun finished filming, Xiao Qi thoughtfully handed him a bottle of chilled mineral water.
The weather is getting hotter and hotter, with wisps of heat visible on the ground, as if the scorching sun is trying to bake everything dry.
Xie Jianyuan walked over and greeted Xu Chun with a smile.
Xu Chun smiled and nodded, praising his performance just now.
"Brother Chun, I've noticed you don't seem to sweat very easily."
Xu Chun was slightly taken aback. "Really?" He himself hadn't even noticed that.
Xie Jianyuan said, "There's no sweat on your forehead."
Xu Chun touched her forehead; it was a little hot, but there was no sweat.
"It might be a matter of physical constitution."
Xie Jianyuan looked at Xu Chun and suddenly reached out to touch his back. Even through a thin layer of clothing, he could feel the slightly protruding shoulder blades and the warm touch. In that instant, it was as if an electric current surged through his body. Xie Jianyuan smiled and lowered his eyelashes slightly to cover his deep gaze.
When Xu Chun was touched, she instinctively stiffened and then tried to avoid it.
At this moment, Xie Jianyuan suddenly smiled and said, "Brother Chun, you don't have any sweat on your back."
Upon hearing this, Xu Chun relaxed slightly and smiled as she slapped his hand away.
What are you doing?
As the two were chatting and laughing, they suddenly heard Director Chu call out "President Jiang," and they were both slightly startled, turning their heads to look.
Jiang Xiuyan stood not far away, silently watching them with a very complicated expression. It was unclear how long he had been watching.
The moment Xu Chun saw him, her expression turned slightly cold.
Chapter 40 Shura Field
Xie Jianyuan glanced at Xu Chun, then at Jiang Xiuyan not far away, his expression inscrutable.
"Brother Chun."
When Xu Chun heard Xie Jianyuan call her name, she came back to her senses, and her expression softened considerably.
"What's wrong?"
"I'll need to ask you for advice for the next scene." Xie Jianyuan's words indeed attracted Xu Chun's attention. He lowered his head and focused on the script, not glancing in that direction again.
"President Jiang, what brings you here today?" the film crew's producer said, bowing and scraping.
As he spoke, he carefully observed Jiang Xiuyan's expression, wondering why the boss looked so unpleasant.
Jiang Xiuyan voice, "It's nothing, I'm just looking around."
If there was nothing wrong, why would someone suddenly come to the film set?
The producer followed his gaze and saw Xie Jianyuan and Xu Chun. He had also heard rumors about Jiang Xiuyan's sexuality, so he thought he had a vague idea of what he was thinking.
However, neither Xu Chun nor Xie Jianyuan is easy to win over. Xie Jianyuan is someone even the director has to give some face to, and Xu Chun is not a newcomer to the industry who is easy to manipulate; she also has some status in the industry.