Looking at the studio setup, Jiang Yumiao finally understood why Zion had asked him to dress entirely in black.
The studio was huge, and one of the backdrops was bright red-the one he would be using shortly.
The director had him stand in the middle and handed him an elegant, traditional folding fan as a prop.
The crew was setting up the lighting. They switched off all the unnecessary lights and used a spotlight to cast a circle onto the red backdrop behind Jiang Yumiao, leaving his entire figure dark on camera, with only his outline visible.
Director Liu watched the monitor, where the delicate silhouette of Jiang Yumiao's profile stood out against the red circle.
"We're shooting a silhouette for this part," Director Liu said, "so you need to make bigger movements. Otherwise, they won't show up on camera."
He even demonstrated in person, teaching Jiang Yumiao how to hold the fan and strike poses.
Jiang Yumiao followed the director's instructions in a daze. This was nothing like the mid-roll ad he had imagined shooting. It felt more like a high-end commercial!
After several takes, Jiang Yumiao gradually grew accustomed to the filming environment, and his movements became less stiff.
Watching the smooth lines of Jiang Yumiao's profile on the monitor, Director Liu looked satisfied.
Director Yang watched from the side too, thinking it was a real shame a certain someone hadn't come. Today, Jiang Yumiao was different from his usual gentle, refreshing self. Instead, he had a hint of Ning Chunchi's effortless authority.
Director Yang was actually very perceptive. Jiang Yumiao was imitating Ning Chunchi.
Zion had asked for a cool, stern air. After thinking it over, Jiang Yumiao could only think of two people around him who came close: Qin Yuan, and his older brother when he