The set was bustling on the day filming wrapped. Zheng Zaisheng stopped Jiang Tingxu and paid out of pocket for several tables' worth of snacks and seafood, with unlimited beer.
Everyone gathered together, chatting freely. Si You had a poor tolerance for alcohol; after two cans, he was already swaying on his feet.
"An improvement," Jiang Tingxu told Sister Chen. "Back then, one can was all it took for him to pass out drunk."
Feng Lu sat down beside Si You. During filming, whenever he had questions about acting, he consulted Si You, who never held anything back. He was always happy to teach hardworking, eager-to-learn juniors.
Han Chengyang's face was also flushed red from drinking. The delicate young master who had first joined the production had finally matured quite a bit.
Feng Lu clinked cans with Si You. Knowing Si You's nature—he could lose, but never lose face—Feng Lu shook his already empty beer can, signaling for a fresh one. Si You seriously assessed himself. His stomach seemed to have room for another couple of ounces. Drink!
Jiang Tingxu was chatting with the producer when disaster struck.
After finishing his last can, Si You stood and came down the steps, staggering as though his legs had twisted into knots.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Everyone cried out. Jiang Tingxu looked up, and his expression instantly changed. The producer even seemed to see the word "damn" written across the Best Actor's face.
"Filming is nothing," Si You said, trying to shake off Feng Lu's support, his words slurred. "I debuted in an idol group. My dance foundation is impeccable." As he spoke, he tucked his shirt into his waistband, clearly about to put on a performance right there.
An arm reached out from behind and pulled him tightly into an embrace. Jiang