After Chu Yilan left, Shen Lian continued to focus on filming.
Worried that the walls had ears, Chen Yan kept an appropriate distance from Shen Lian on set.
Unlike Chen Yan, expecting Shi Zhujie to take a hint was like talking to a brick wall.
When it came to trading insults, Shi Zhujie couldn't beat Shen Lian. Besides, Shen Lian was Director Zhao's golden boy. Whenever Director Zhao happened to overhear, his protective instincts kicked in, leaving Shi Zhujie even more humiliated. As for acting skills, there was no contest. And popularity? With his spoiled young master's temper, Shi Zhujie had offended everyone he possibly could within little more than a week of joining the production.
Even one of the more good-natured assistant directors was starting to lose patience. He stared at Shi Zhujie's remaining scenes every day, growing more despairing the longer he looked.
How could this dumbass still fail to get a usable take after three or five tries?!
Yet Shi Zhujie only grew "more determined with every setback" and kept looking for trouble with Shen Lian.
Even Liu Tang couldn't help whispering to Shen Lian, "I suspect he's a hardcore masochist. You and Director Zhao must have made him feel amazing with all that scolding."
Shen Lian said, "..." Girl, you have officially grossed me out.
Shen Lian had postponed his fight scenes for two days straight and only dared attempt them once he was sure his body was fine.
As luck would have it, today's wirework required him to perform two scenes opposite Shi Zhujie.
According to the plot, a new force called the Snow Alliance had emerged in the martial world, and its leader's strength was unfathomable. While traveling the land, the young heir to the Marquis of Farstead became entangled in the massacre at