Ye Zhiwei was stopped by the assistant director. She said anxiously, "Hey director, why are you doing this? It's not that I'm not cooperating with you, I really have something to do."

"Zhiwei, you can't leave! Don't make things difficult for someone like me who's just working for someone else. What am I going to do if you leave?" The assistant director was anxious. He had been instructed to take good care of Ye Zhiwei, and now that she was about to leave, he figured he'd be in big trouble if Director Yu asked.

Ye Zhiwei asked curiously, "Why can't I leave? I'm not a contracted actor with the production team. I'm just an extra and I haven't signed any contract with you. Besides, I said I'm willing to take full responsibility if there are any problems. You can see who's suitable for the position and then arrange it. There are over a hundred students here, right? Surely there's one who's suitable. It's easy to find girls who look good on camera, isn't it? There are plenty of beauties in our law department. If all else fails, I can help you contact students from the art department. I'm not being unreasonable, am I? If you keep acting like this, I'm starting to doubt myself. Without me, the show can't continue filming..."

Assistant Director: Aren't you the only female lead in Director Yu's entire play today?

He already had a general idea of ​​the situation, but the assistant director didn't dare tell the truth. He could only bite the bullet and continue, "It's not about these problems, it's really because of Director Yu—"

"Um?"

The assistant director felt uneasy under Ye Zhiwei's gaze. He realized that Ye Zhiwei seemed to have something on her mind, and that she was only being patient and listening to his explanation because of her good temper. If a young lady like her didn't want to reason, she could just turn around and leave. Who could stand up to her?

Now that things had come to this, the assistant director could only shift the blame, saying, "Zhiwei, you don't know, our Director Yu is extremely strict about everything. I've already explained the situation to him, and when he came in to film, he had basically decided how to shoot it. Your sudden departure may seem like nothing, but to our Director Yu, who strives for perfection in everything, it might mean something completely different..."

Although the assistant director wasn't an actor, he had been exposed to acting for many years and had taught others how to make films, so he was already quite the actor. His troubled and heavy expression evoked pity from the audience.

Given Yu Shishu's personality, he might actually do something like that.

Ye Zhiwei didn't continue to make things difficult for the assistant director; instead, she went directly to find Yu Shishu.

Yu Shishu was adjusting the lens by himself. He seemed a little anxious and restless, which was very different from his usual calm and meticulous work style, striving for perfection.

"Director Yu?" Seeing Yu Shishu like this, Ye Zhiwei thought of how he could become extremely ruthless and terrifying once it involved matters within her work scope, so she didn't dare to be too presumptuous for a moment.

Yu Shishu frowned as he fiddled with the camera. He was in a bad mood because the filming might be delayed. When a voice suddenly came out, he didn't hear who it was. He looked up with a cold face, but when he noticed that the person standing in front of him was Ye Zhiwei, his fierce gaze softened and his eyes seemed to moisten instantly. Like a little deer, he looked at Ye Zhiwei with a bit of grievance.

The speed of this change of expression was simply astonishing; Ye Zhiwei felt as if she had witnessed a grand Sichuan opera face-changing performance.

But with Jiang Jianian on her mind, Ye Zhiwei didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "Director Yu, I'm sorry, I came to let you know in advance that I have something urgent to attend to and have to leave first. I heard from the assistant director that you care about this, so I came to apologize. If you need to contact someone else, you can let me know, or if there are any losses, you can have my sister tell me, and I'll reimburse you later, is that alright?"

Yu Shishu, who was initially happy to see Ye Zhiwei, suddenly looked confused and asked, "Aren't you going to film anymore?"

"I have something urgent to attend to," Ye Zhiwei explained again.

Yu Shishu's men immediately sped up their work. "Do you think this is taking too long? I don't know why these things suddenly malfunctioned. Once I've fixed the cameras here, we can start filming. You just need to wait a little while; I'll have them fixed in a minute—"

His voice trailed off, growing softer and softer until he finally sounded frustrated, sensing Ye Zhiwei's anxiety; it seemed something was truly wrong with her.

Yu Shishu looked at Ye Zhiwei, his words abruptly stopping. He said, a little sad and a little resentful, "You can leave now. I'll arrange for someone else to sit in your original seat."

His emotions were complex, a mixture of disappointment, sadness, heartbreak, and a touch of reluctance to make things difficult for her; a single sentence contained so many thoughts.

Miss Ye, a straightforward woman, had no idea that Yu Shishu was like a pampered little princess, always thinking in a roundabout way, with one sentence containing multiple meanings and one little scheme after another. When she heard this, she was immediately amused, as Yu Shishu was simply letting her go without hesitation.

Ye Zhiwei was relieved. Before leaving, she left with a righteous air: "Then Director Yu, please don't make things difficult for the assistant director and my sister. It's all my fault. I'll treat you to a meal to apologize when I have the chance."

After such a hypocritical exchange of politeness, without giving Yu Shishu a chance to reply, Ye Zhiwei ran off in a flash.

Yu Shishu: ...

*

After leaving the teaching building, Ye Zhiwei sent a voice message to Ye Yingying as she went downstairs. Then she started bombarding Jiang Jianian with messages. Whether Jiang Jianian was giving her the cold shoulder or simply didn't check his phone, Ye Zhiwei's messages went unanswered.

Based on her understanding of Jiang Jianian, he was absolutely, positively angry.

After going in almost a huge circle, Ye Zhiwei, wondering if Jiang Jianian would return to the laboratory building to continue his experiments, ran all the way to the bottom of the laboratory building according to the navigation, and actually saw Jiang Jianian there.

He didn't return to the lab building, but walked to its base, still wearing his white lab coat. He must have gone to the school's convenience store. He had a pack of cigarettes in his hand, took one out, held it between two fingers, and lit it with a lighter. The smoke from the cigarette swirled around his fingertips, making it hard to tell whether the white smoke or Jiang Jianian's fingers were whiter.

Even the way he lit a cigarette was so sexy and alluring, but the boy didn't bring the cigarette to his lips. As if he had thought of something, he suddenly extinguished the cigarette, threw the cigarette between his fingers into the trash can, and didn't take a single puff, enduring the pain.

He didn't smoke; he threw away the rest of the pack of cigarettes before putting the lighter back in his pocket and preparing to return to the lab.

"Jiang Jianian." Ye Zhiwei, who had been secretly watching from the shadows, couldn't help but come out from behind the bushes and call out to Jiang Jianian.

Jiang Jianian stopped in his tracks and looked up to see Ye Zhiwei suddenly appear. He seemed surprised that Ye Zhiwei would come out of the teaching building. The boy paused slightly, but quickly recovered. His originally indifferent expression softened into a smile as he stood there watching Ye Zhiwei run towards him.