Noticing Shi Jihan's gaze, Zhou Jingcheng gave him a calm, confident look that said, "Relax, I've got this."
This movie couldn't possibly lose money, and he wouldn't let it lose money.
This was Xiaohan's first film project.
He had to make it a hit.
But for some reason, under the baptism of his gaze, Shi Jihan seemed even more... despairing?
Still, Shi Jihan was an indestructible cockroach, an unflattenable punching bag, uncharred pork belly. He pulled himself together and began revising the script for the next scene.
With him around, none of the actors could dream of blocking out their scenes ahead of time.
They could play script murder every day and get fresh scripts, hahaha.
Clearly, though, Shi Zhongye didn't have such a good mentality. Staring at the actors on the monitor, he desperately resorted to his instincts to direct the scene.
A perfectly good neighborly scene of "Your house is leaking, so I came to help" turned into "One Hundred Wonderful Uses for a Waterfall."
After Auntie Li washing vegetables, Uncle Wang drinking tea, the neighbor washing his hair, and protagonist Lin An searching for a lighter to heat his instant noodles, the residents of the entire complex mobilized and lined up at Lin An's home to collect water.
The tiny apartment became a 5A-rated holiday tourist attraction. The burst pipe was Water Curtain Cave, a sacred photo-op spot where everyone had to check in.
Everyone was packed together like sardines, sweating profusely as they marinated one another's lives.
The scene nearly scared Lin An, a socially anxious introvert, to death. He stood there stiffly, holding up his instant noodle cup and roasting it with his lighter.
Uncle Wang kindly asked, "Young man, what are you still doing over there?"
Lin An said, "...Roasting noodles."
With a splash,