The director seemed to be running on pure adrenaline. After finishing the shoot with the burgundy shirt, he was positively wired.
"Change! Put on that dark blue one too!"
"Bring over that white jacket and try it on!"
"Switch to those pants. Yes, the ones with the metal buckle!"
Yu Xiuyuan was ordered through seven or eight outfits like a human clothes rack.
They shot all morning until the sun was directly overhead before the director finally called out, still reluctant to stop, "All right, that's a wrap."
Yu Xiuyuan's arms were aching by the time he changed back into his own clothes.
He hurried home, ate some instant noodles, and fell straight back into the embrace of his bed.
He hadn't slept nearly enough when his phone woke him.
He unlocked it and saw a message from Yun Chuan:
"Tomorrow's shoot is in a small town down south. It's pretty remote. Want to head over together this afternoon? I'll book the flights."
Yu Xiuyuan stared at the screen for a couple of seconds, then suddenly felt a little envious of Li Man.
He wanted someone who eagerly volunteered to do his work for him too.
Wait, didn't he have an assistant?
Weren't celebrities supposed to have assistants?
Why didn't he have one?
Oh, whatever. He wouldn't need one much longer anyway.
He was still lost in thought when another vibration pulled him back: "Busy?"
Yu Xiuyuan typed back, "Sure, go ahead and book."
Yun Chuan replied almost instantly: "The flight's at four thirty. I'll pick you up at three."
That didn't sound like a flight he'd only just booked.
Yu Xiuyuan checked the time. He still had a little over two hours.
Then he contacted Li Man and asked the question on his mind: "Sister Man, why don't I