After a full day of filming, Shen Xuanrun sat wearily on a stool and drank water.
Zhang Cheng was a nitpicking director who demanded reshoots over the slightest problem, leaving Shen Xuanrun utterly exhausted.
Jiang Ziluo, who was just as tired, gulped down water alongside him.
After finishing their water, the two slumped in their seats, each sprawling in a lazy recline, whatever felt most comfortable.
Image? What was an image? How could keeping up appearances possibly feel as good as flopping around like a salted fish?
Lying there, they both sighed at the same time,
"Acting is actually physical labor too! Boohoo, I want to go home and inherit the family fortune / farm!"
Jiang Ziluo (ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻: "Why do I get farming while you get to inherit the family fortune?!"
Shen Xuanrun ~(￣▽￣~)~: "Because you don't have a family fortune to inherit."
Jiang Ziluo ⊙﹏⊙: "Boohoo, that hurt. You've changed. You're not my bestie anymore."
Shen Xuanrun (눈_눈): "When was I ever your bestie?"
After the director announced that filming had wrapped, the two instantly sprang out of their seats, both muttering, "Sleep, go back and sleep."
"Wait!" A call came from behind them. Shen Xuanrun and Jiang Ziluo wanted to pretend they hadn't heard it and keep slipping away, but unfortunately, their surnames were called out the next second.
"Little Brother Shen and Little Brother Jiang, hahaha! I'm Zhao Honghui. It's a pleasure to meet you. Fate brings people together even from a thousand miles away. Let's be friends."
Zhao Honghui cheerfully thought that it looked like he could make two young friends. Little Brother Jiang's acting was pretty good too. Hahaha, he had gained two kindred spirits in one go.
The two, who had no idea when they had become Zhao Honghui's kindred spirits, stiffly turned around