Si You had felt so miserable in his dream that his heart seemed clenched tight, but once the sun rose and he opened his eyes, he was full of energy again.
He actually remembered what had happened the night before, but he felt too embarrassed to mention it. And if he did not bring it up, Jiang Tingxu certainly would not either. The two got up and washed as usual, as if they had both lost their memories.
There were steamed dumplings for breakfast, and Si You ate an extra basket.
"Um." Director Zhu set down his chopsticks. "Yun Si's final scene—I discussed it with a few of the writers and assistant directors, and we're moving it to today. What do you think?"
Jiang Tingxu and Si You exchanged a glance. They both understood.
They would film the ending and see how it turned out. Whether it would ultimately be used depended on their performance.
Jiang Tingxu looked at Si You. "I'm fine with it. What about you?"
Si You nodded. "Okay."
Director Zhu stood up, his expression serious. "I'm giving you two hours to adjust your state. Out of everyone on this set, you two are the ones I least want to have to talk to. You understand what I mean, right?"
Director Zhu was rather imposing when he got serious. Si You answered, "I understand."
Zhang Tong had also slept with the crew the previous night. No one knew who he had been competing with, but when he woke up, his whole body ached. He was even less in the mood to act, so he got to hear Director Zhu roar at him.
"Zhang Tong, are you a wooden-faced statue? Huh? You sure knew how to grin when you were smiling at Jiang Tingxu! What about now?! Arrogance,