Two cameramen followed the Alpha and Omega as they walked hand in hand. Their eardrums vibrated with Director Yang's weary voice through their headphones: "Tilt the camera up. A little higher. Yes, like that. Hold it there."
One cameraman whispered, "Director Yang, the framing looks weird like this. People only take up a third of the shot now. The other two thirds are sky."
Director Yang lost it. "Do you think I want to shoot it this way?! I can't take this anymore. Where are the PDs? Go remind those two to stop holding hands!"
The cameraman struggled to explain. "...The PDs went to the restroom."
The moment Director Yang's voice, tight with suppressed anger, came through their headphones, Jiang Yumiao's PD, Xiao Wu, and Ning Chunchi's PD, Xiao Zhao, had slipped away under the pretext of using the restroom. By now, neither was anywhere to be seen.
Director Yang: "..."
[I just joined the stream. Why is the camera angle so weird?]
[Girls, it was only a second, but I got a screenshot!!!]
[Holy shit, are they actually holding hands?]
[Aaaaaah!]
[It's a little hard to see. All I can tell is that they're standing really close.]
[Honestly, the picture really isn't clear, but this bizarre framing says it all! Who films their guests with just two heads poking up at the bottom of the screen?]
A staff member singled out the last comment and showed it to Director Yang.
Director Yang: "..."
Let it all burn. Those two can do whatever they want!
Although Everlasting Peace Long Street was growing increasingly crowded with tourists, Jiang Yumiao couldn't hear any of the surrounding clamor. Every sense in his body was focused on the hand Ning Chunchi held.
Jiang Yumiao still remembered they were filming a show and gave a