March 15th. The school anniversary was drawing closer, and there were many more people in performance costumes around campus, most of them rehearsing for the gala.
Still, Jiang Linyuan, dressed in a Zhongshan suit and playing someone who had traveled through time from the Republican era, did not stand out too much.
Today was the official first day of filming for the short film. Since it had been initiated by the students themselves, the school provided funding but otherwise rarely interfered.
Though perhaps the vice principal had secretly given the nod as well.
Aside from the actors, the short film crew consisted of only a few staff members.
The director and screenwriter were the same person: a senior female student nearing graduation named Mu Mei.
The cinematography, editing, and lighting were handled by a conscripted Student Union laborer named Zhang Juntang.
When the actors had spare time, they could help out too, doing whatever grunt work was needed.
There were not many people. Too many would only make communication troublesome.
To be honest, when Jiang Linyuan saw Little Madwoman's name in the short film work group, he had a vague sense of unease that he was about to be subjected to some unspoken rules.
Damn it, Little Madwoman. Did you learn photography just to film me?!
A little after six in the morning, the entrance to Xingnan University was sparsely populated. The dawn light shone through the white clouds and peeked through gaps in the lush green roadside branches, scattering fragments of light across the ground.
Shen Wanyu stood at the edge of the lawn in a white dress. Her white skirt and long black hair swayed gently in the breeze, like a white flower blooming amid the grass.
The Department Head rarely dressed like this. The Student Union should