Chapter 39 Playing the Scoundrel

After Lu Zhao left, only Zhou Han and Ling Wei remained in the conference room.

Zhou Han didn't rush to pack his things. His gaze fell on Ling Wei, who was busy organizing her notes, and he asked casually, "Did you two know each other before?"

Ling Wei didn't stop moving; she simply raised her hand, took off her black-rimmed glasses, and rubbed her temples.

"Um."

She responded, but didn't offer to explain the meaning of a single word.

Zhou Han looked at her, the question "What happened?" circled in his mouth, but he swallowed it back down.

He leaned back in his chair and simply said in a businesslike tone, "Won't this affect my work?"

Almost simultaneously, the screen of Ling Wei's phone, which was on the table, lit up.

A new WeChat message notification came from the contact I just added.

A simple cartoon figure bowing, accompanied by the words "Please give me your guidance".

Ling Wei looked at the emoji and then replied with a system-provided "smiling" emoji.

After doing all this, she finally looked up at Zhou Han, a nonchalant smile curving her lips.

"It won't have any impact."

Once the preliminary procedures were completed, filming immediately commenced in full swing.

Lu Zhao's sudden rise to fame is indeed predictable. He is a natural-born darling of the camera: the taut back muscles when climbing obstacles are full of power, the sweatpants clearly outline the firm waist and hip curves when bending over, and even the subtle movement of his Adam's apple bobbing when he tilts his head back to drink water has an irresistible tension.

What's even more amazing is that he perfectly blends this explosive body language with his refreshing and clean-cut youthful smile, radiating hormones in every shot.

Ling Wei remained silent, her gaze fixed on him through the monitor, giving precise instructions to the camera each time: "Zoom in, give him a close-up of his face," "Pull out the shot, follow his running trajectory."

The people in the lens seemed to sense this focused gaze.

Thus, a breathless laugh; a lazy stretch; even just leaning against the wall to rest, letting sweat slide down his neck, and casually pulling open his collar to fan himself... all the subtle teasing was precisely aimed at Ling Wei.

The faint, suppressed gasps of the staff could be heard around them.

Ling Wei remained calm, only calmly reminding Lu Zhao through the earpiece when he gave a particularly deliberate wink: "Camera, pay attention, capture his profile, just let him be natural, no need for deliberate interaction."

After arranging the camera angles for Lu Zhao, she immediately turned her attention to the other side, as she still had to take charge of Shen Yicheng.

However, in a fierce "capture the flag" competition, Lu Zhao took the lead in capturing the flag thanks to his excellent athletic ability.

With a hint of smugness on his face, he almost instinctively looked in Ling Wei's direction, only to find that Ling Wei wasn't looking at him at all.

Her gaze passed over him and locked firmly on Shen Yicheng behind him. Facing Shen Yicheng directly, she quickly made a gesture of "rolling up her sleeves".

Not far behind him, Shen Yicheng was slightly panting from the struggle.

Unlike the other guests who were disheveled, the first thing he did after regaining his footing was to calmly lower his rolled-up sleeves. His movements were unhurried, and his fingertips carefully smoothed out the wrinkles in the fabric, as if the fierce competition just now had nothing to do with him. Instantly, he brought the scene back from the competition to his unique aura.

Lu Zhao instantly understood Ling Wei's intention. She wasn't trying to capture his body, but rather to enhance Shen Yicheng's sense of composure in the face of adversity.

Then, during a break in the activity, just as Ling Wei picked up the water bottle, her phone screen lit up:

Announcing to the world: [After Director Ling's guidance, Teacher Shen is indeed exceptionally charismatic. If I have any shortcomings, please remind me, Director Ling (I'm all ears.jpg)]

Ling Wei: ......

Weiwei smiled brightly: "No, you did very well."

Announcing to the world: [Thank you for the compliment, Director Ling. I still need to improve. (cute.jpg)]

A little while later, Ling Wei was chatting with the cameraman next to her about the footage they had just seen. She was amused by something they were talking about and her eyes crinkled with laughter. She even took a small bag of snacks that the cameraman handed her.

Almost simultaneously, my phone vibrated again.

Announcement to the world: [Director Ling, it's hot, how about I treat everyone to drinks? Do you prefer milk tea or fruit tea? (Attached is a screenshot of a three-page beverage shop menu)]

Ling Wei took a deep breath and replied:

Vivi smiled brightly: "Thank you, no need. I'll just have water. (Smiling)"

In a game segment that required balance, Shen Yicheng kept losing his balance. Ling Wei stepped forward and personally demonstrated a technique to stabilize his center of gravity, and helped him adjust his posture by supporting his arm.

A public announcement: [Director Ling is truly tireless in his teaching. However, isn't it a bit too strenuous for him to personally provide hands-on guidance? (Peeking.jpg)]

Ling Wei: "......" That's crazy.

She simply didn't reply.

During a break in the recording, Zhou Han called Ling Wei over.

The two stood side by side behind the monitor watching the playback. Zhou Han pointed at the screen and said something. Ling Wei leaned closer, smiled and nodded, then raised her hand to gesture the movement of the camera.

During the outdoor filming, the entire production team wore matching short-sleeved shirts provided by the production team. When the two stood together, they looked like they were wearing matching outfits.

A public announcement: [Director Ling, I have a suggestion, though perhaps not entirely accurate. I think your program's costumes should consider some variety. Wearing the same outfits all the time can easily cause visual fatigue for the guests.]

Ling Wei glanced at Lu Zhao, who was touching up his makeup not far away. He casually put away his phone, his gaze fixed straight ahead, not even sparing her a glance, as if he hadn't been the one who sent the message.

Ling Wei could no longer tolerate it.

Weiwei smiled brightly: "Teacher Lu, please focus more on the game and your performance on camera."

Announcing to the world: [Okay, thank you for your concern, Director Ling (kissing emoji)]

The veins on Ling Wei's hand, which was holding the phone, were faintly bulging.

After three years apart, someone's ability to act shamelessly has improved.

Are you looking for a double whammy?!

But things are different now. Today, he is a top celebrity who is the focus of everyone's attention, and even the slightest trace on his face can be scrutinized by his fans.

She didn't want to be swept away.

Ling Wei could only ignore all information except for work-related matters.

On the other side, Lu Zhao, who had finished a day of filming, sat in his van, humming a tune in a good mood.

He swiped his finger across the phone screen, eventually stopping on a photo.

The center of the image is the profile of a girl.

Her hair was tied in a loose low ponytail, with a few stray strands of hair lazily clinging to her cheeks, and a lollipop was casually dangling from her mouth.

Tap the camera to enter live mode, and the photos instantly come to life.

As if someone had suddenly called her name, she casually turned her head to look over, her hair swaying slightly.

In that brief moment, she seemed to notice the camera. Her previously casual and languid gaze suddenly focused, her brows furrowed in disdain, and she glared at him fiercely, as if asking, "What are you doing?"

Then, the camera froze on the moment when she was "extremely upset after being secretly photographed".

Looking at the photo, Lu Zhao couldn't help but chuckle softly.