Chapter 30 Skill (Bonus Chapter)
Zhou Han's gaze finally settled on her face, drawn by her surprise.
He suddenly exclaimed "Eh?" and leaned closer, his voice tinged with curiosity: "You...don't you look a bit like that person?"
He tried to recall, then he uttered two uncertain words, "Susie?"
Su Xi is Su Yuqing's stage name after she entered the entertainment industry.
Over the past three years, Su Yuqing has considered leveraging the Lu family's influence.
She hinted at it subtly several times, but the Lu couple had already discussed it and each time pretended not to understand, only smiling and replying, "Go for it, we believe in you!"
She had to maintain her self-reliant persona in front of Lu Yan and Lu Zhao, and could only force a smile before turning around and relying on her rebirth and precognition to audition for roles in various film crews.
Without the Lu family's open support, she would have to start on the same footing as all her competitors.
This also means that not all promising roles can be snatched away successfully.
However, she still landed several good scripts, coincidentally, all of which were roles that Ling Wei had played in her "previous life".
Now she's become a well-known rising star.
Ling Wei, upon hearing the news, was speechless.
Yes, you'll be 100% bullied by the wicked woman, and your skills will never miss.
When Zhou Han mentioned Su Qian, it was only because of his limited understanding of the entertainment industry that he had a vague impression of her.
Ling Wei was holding a glass of soy milk when she heard this. Without even lifting her eyelids, she simply used one hand to push up her old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses and place them on her forehead.
Then she turned her face, still with food in her mouth, and met his gaze: "Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm?" (Take a closer look?)
Zhou Han actually understood the string of indistinct syllables and even examined it more closely.
He watched with extreme concentration, the kind of focus a director has when scrutinizing a shot.
"Their facial features are indeed similar," he commented objectively.
Ling Wei rolled her eyes indifferently, took another bite of her bun, and continued to utter an ambiguous single sound: "Hmm?" (So what?)
“Not exactly,” Zhou Han stroked his stubble and continued his professional analysis. “Statically, it looks the same, but when it moves, especially when the expression changes, the demeanor and muscle movement are completely different, and the feeling is worlds apart.”
The two of them unknowingly grew very close.
Zhou Han suddenly realized that the girl's warm breath, carrying the sweet scent of soy milk, was gently brushing against him.
She seemed oblivious, letting him scrutinize her as she ate her breakfast. Her eyes, unusually bright in the morning light, were like crystal washed by a stream, pure and open.
Zhou Han's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.
Just then—
"Holy crap?!"
A startled voice shattered the silence.
The two turned their heads at the same time and saw that the assistant director Zhang Tao had arrived at some point, carrying breakfast in his hand, his chin almost hitting the ground.
Zhou Han recoiled as if burned, turning away instantly and turning to face the window to cover his tracks, leaving only his back view.
Ling Wei, however, was completely unaware. She naturally swallowed the bun in her mouth and even raised her soy milk cup to greet Zhang Tao: "Good morning, Brother Tao."
Zhang Tao was still in shock, muttering to himself, "Did I come at the wrong time...?"
Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Han grabbed her shoulder and pulled her outside.
"Don't stand here," Zhou Han's voice regained its crispness when he was working, "The scene setup in the west area, come with me to take a look."
He half-pushed Zhang Tao out, pausing slightly as he passed Ling Wei, but didn't turn back, only saying, "Put the proposal on my desk."
Having breakfast has given me extra work to do; he's such a shrew.
However, Ling Wei felt her blood boiling. The brief but intense intellectual exchange just now had not only surprised Zhou Han, but also left her feeling exhilarated.
In the afternoon, Ling Wei found Shen Yicheng, who was waiting in the wings, and discussed her filming ideas.
"Teacher Shen, I have some preliminary ideas for the shoot, which may draw the attention of fans to some of your... rather unique charms."
Ling Wei carefully chose her words, "It might be a little different from the image the production team has given you in the past, but it will definitely be positive. Do you mind if I try this?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Yicheng smiled gently.
At his age, his fan base is already stable, consisting mostly of long-time friends, with little influx of new blood.
He was optimistic: "I understand. Director Ling, just go ahead and try. At my age, it's a good thing that a director is willing to put in the effort to find new things for me."
Given Shen Yicheng's fame back then, he could have simply accepted respectable scripts that suited his age, without having to get involved in these mentally taxing and exhausting variety shows.
But she had a son and a daughter late in life, while he seems to be very compatible with his partner, who also has a history of twins...
So he had a son and a daughter late in life.
Celebrities have their own price range, so in order to support his family, this veteran has remained active in the front line of variety shows that require running, jumping, and climbing, becoming the most stable regular.
With approval, Ling Wei was able to fully unleash her potential.
So, in the next tense escape room puzzle segment, while other cameras were capturing the guests' frantic expressions or wide shots, Ling Wei's camera stubbornly "stuck" to Shen Yicheng's hand.
The dial of the combination lock was slowly turned by his fingertips, making a soft "click" sound.
Those slender fingers carried a composed strength, the pale blue veins on the back of his hand appearing and disappearing almost in sync with his deep voice: "The first number is..."
He wasn't in a hurry; his fingertips would sometimes linger briefly, gently caressing the cold metal dial, inexplicably imbuing the simple unlocking action with a touch of intimate tenderness.
When the footage was delivered to Zhou Han, he stared at the monitor, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.
He called Ling Wei over, pointed to the repeated hand shots on the screen, and said with a puzzled tone, "Why do you keep having the cameraman film the hands? Everyone is deciphering the mystery, and Professor Shen is analyzing it. At this time, you should be capturing his analytical state and other people's reactions. These are the effective shots to advance the narrative! What's with you constantly filming the hands?"
Ling Wei was taken aback when she heard this, not expecting that the other party would not understand such straightforward visual language.
She didn't explain much, but glanced around the set and called over a production assistant who was tidying up props.
Zhou Han stood to the side, watching as the stagehand, who initially had a calm expression, gradually widened his eyes, then couldn't help but smile, and finally even raised his hand to cover his mouth.
"Hehehehe..."
A burst of laughter, tinged with a strange excitement, leaked from between her fingers, and the forty-year-old stagehand's eyes lit up.
Zhou Han: "???"
Looking at her inexplicably excited expression, and then at the hands on the screen that were captured so vividly, he felt a deep sense of bewilderment for the first time in his own area of expertise.
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