Chapter Twenty-Nine: Sister Shen is teaching Song Nian'an how to "communicate" with the director.

It was a simple sentence, spoken in a gentle tone, yet it carried a commanding air, leaving the director speechless.

The director was still wondering why the school was such a hidden gem, producing all sorts of handsome guys.

Song Nian'an tried to break free from Wen Siyan's arm that was on her shoulder, but he held her even tighter.

"Whether you want to stay here or come with me, the choice is yours."

He was a professor, after all, and he wouldn't do anything to her at school, so Song Nian'an followed him out of the classroom in front of everyone.

At that moment, a fire ignited in Shen Zhuangyue's heart, and she was even more furious than when she found out that her ex-boyfriend had sent those disgusting text messages to Song Nian'an.

She stared blankly through gritted teeth, scrutinizing Wen Siyan.

I feel like I know this person a little bit.

It's the Wen family, the Wen family's youngest nephew!

Shen Zhuangyue tossed her hair, and like a Sichuan opera face-changing act, she put away the nitpicking demeanor she had just displayed on set, and walked over with captivating charm, blocking Wen Siyan's path.

"Hello, Mr. Wen, I've read about you in a magazine."

"Oh? You know me?"

"Who doesn't know that the Wen family is a talented young man, outstanding among his peers? Today, I am fortunate to see Professor Wen while filming here. He is indeed handsome and dashing." Shen Zhuangyue behaved with great poise and grace.

"Thank you." Wen Siyan was very gentlemanly; his professional smile, coupled with his affectionate eyes, captivated Shen Zhuangyue.

Song Nian'an simply couldn't bear to listen. At first, she was trying to suppress her laughter, but later she couldn't hold back anymore.

Shen Zhuangyue used all her knowledge to praise Wen Siyan. She can actually say such things. No wonder she's so popular. She's never been one to flatter him.

Wen Siyan misunderstood, thinking that Song Nian'an's smile was because of him. He smiled freely and said, "Nian'an, go to the office."

Shen Zhuangyue was left out in the cold, her proud self-esteem shattered.

A woman with a curvaceous figure stood before him, but Wen Siyan could only see this tiny little thing in front of him.

Shen Zhuangyue approached step by step, blocking the light in the corridor inch by inch. She didn't want to waste such a good opportunity with this promising man.

"Professor Wen, I have also learned a little about architectural design. I wonder if I would like to have the opportunity to ask you some questions."

Wen Siyan naturally understood what she meant, and pushed Shen Zhuangyue away with one hand, "I don't have that kind of feeling for you."

He pulled Song Nian'an and walked straight ahead.

The refusal was made clear and unambiguous.

The staff members who were left there staring in disbelief were left on the scene.

When Shen Zhuangyue came to her senses and saw the pitying looks she was getting, she forced a smile and said, "Everyone has worked hard. I'll bring you some coffee and snacks later, and then we can get back to work."

He turned around, clutching his skirt tightly, the words "I'm not interested in you" echoing in his mind, lingering endlessly.

After walking down the corridor and turning the corner, Song Nian'an breathed a sigh of relief.

Putting aside the past, Wen Siyan did help him today. He was both the director and the classmates who were egging him on, so it was hard for him to get away for a while, but it was different when the professor stepped in.

The students in the corridor were still excitedly gathered together because of Shen Zhuangyue's filming crew. Song Nian'an consciously kept a one-meter shoulder distance from Wen Siyan and said, "Thank you, Professor. I'll go to class now."

He didn't give Wen Siyan a chance to speak to him.

But Wen Siyan interpreted these things differently. He was convinced that Song Nian'an had feelings for him, but just didn't dare to express them outside of school.

He jogged along, not knowing where to go.

He didn't plan to tell Wen Jing about what happened that morning, and he didn't want Wen Jing to think that he was a clingy person who would nag and complain about every little thing.

Fortunately, I found a bench in the grove and lay down to rest.

But sometimes life is like that; when you're unlucky, you're unlucky all the time.

Song Nian'an was awakened by the chattering noise.

He looked closely and saw it was that same group of people filming again. It seemed they were filming wherever he was—how unlucky!

Song Nian'an stood up abruptly, instinctively wanting to get away from the group of people.

The director, who was still looking for new extras, spotted Song Nian'an, who was still wearing her school uniform, and his eyes lit up. He then went up to her himself.

Song Nian'an was quite frank and didn't disrespect the director because of the unpleasantness just now. He stepped forward and greeted him, "Director, we meet again."

The director said anxiously, "Song Nian'an, we only approved a few days of filming at the school. Where can I find someone as suitable as you now?"

Besides, look, you've finished your professorial work now, why don't you just continue filming?

Song Nian'an subconsciously wanted to retort, but remembering that she had just run away from Wen Siyan's place, she felt embarrassed to go into his office under the guise of being a professor, so she swallowed her words back.

Is this novel completely unable to continue without Song Nian'an? Does Shen Zhuangyue have to step on him to show the heroine's charm?

Shen Zhuangyue sat far away in the sky, wearing sunglasses and resting. She thought that Song Nian'an would never agree to the director's proposal, and seeing him only added to her frustration.

To everyone's surprise, Song Nian'an readily agreed, "Sure, but I need a salary."

Yes, that's right. We can't work for capitalists for free; we have to take what we're entitled to!

"Alright, alright! Let's continue." The director greeted him with a smile. This extra's looks might even attract a wave of female student fans.

And so, the crew set up the set outside the library while Song Nian'an familiarized herself with the script.

Fortunately, he can go back after just this one scene.

Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by the scent of a woman's perfume, which made him feel nauseous.

"I thought you weren't going to continue filming. What's wrong? You just hooked up with that professor, and you're already giving up on him?" Shen Zhuangyue sneered from behind.

It turns out that some people's breath is even more repulsive than their perfume.

Hearing Shen Zhuangyue's voice, Song Nian'an turned her head: "I think you should just focus on filming. You want to be the female lead, you want to hook up with Professor Wen, and you even want to mess with me. Miss Shen Zhuangyue, do you think you're so capable?"

Song Nian'an could roll his eyes so hard they'd fall off; he was all tea and smirk, and he wasn't someone to be trifled with.

As she spoke, Song Nian'an squinted at Shen Zhuangyue, "And I'm also quite curious, did you warm the director's bed this time?"

Shen Zhuangyue stood there, stunned for a moment, then quickly looked around to see if anyone had heard her.

She was furious but dared not make a scene. If Song Nian'an had shouted those words out loud, she would have been the one to be laughed at.

Every time she encountered Shen Zhuangyue, a winner and a loser were decided, and this time, Song Nian'an won again.

The assistant ran over and saw them chatting, jokingly saying, "I didn't expect you to be such good friends both on and off screen. Ms. Shen really has no airs of a celebrity."

When a person's mask is removed and they are forced to pretend again, they can only use the ethics of an actor to conceal their expression. Shen Zhuangyue, however, clearly hasn't mastered that skill enough.

On the contrary, Song Nian'an had a "kind" smile on her face, hooked her arm around Shen Zhuangyue's and said, "Sister Shen is so nice, she was just teaching me how to communicate with the director."

Unable to bear it any longer, Shen Zhuangyue shook off Song Nian'an's arm and walked away in her high heels.