Chapter 71 Chapter 71
At the tennis court, Guan Haifu, dressed in her workout clothes, was stretching and warming up. Tall and slender, her hair tied in a ponytail, she smiled brightly at the sidelines, brightening the gloomy, rain-threatening sky. Her youthful, energetic aura was the envy of the production crew.
"The look in his eyes, untouched by torture, is truly pure."
“I’m also so happy when I’m not working…”
"I've made myself look ugly at work, is anyone responsible?"
An Jiyue huddled under the awning, absentmindedly listening to her colleagues lamenting the passing of time, and squinting at Guan Haifu, who had changed into Any's fitness clothes.
She exudes the energy of a college girl, and her peach-pink dress accentuates her sweetness. The makeup team thoughtfully added a touch of matching blush and a glass-like lip gloss. Even if she's silent, just bouncing towards you, it's hard not to be drawn in by this tennis-girl charm.
Zhan Nianqing had been able to argue just now, but once Guan Haifu put the suit on, she had no reason to deny it. He had practically custom-made it to Haifu's exact measurements, and the waistline was just right, without a trace of excess fabric or excess fat.
Zhong Xinwu watched from the sidelines for a while, tried a few angles, and took some simple empty shots. Without waiting for director Wu's instructions, he quickly entered the formal shooting state.
Director Wu did not hesitate and made a prompt decision. The third perspective immediately followed up, and the camera recorded the status of Zhong Xinwu and Guan Haifu.
Zhong Xinwu suddenly stopped and said, "No need to make any moves, just play it directly and I'll take the photo."
Guan Haifu blinked, at a loss. The other side of the net was empty. Who should she fight with?
The guests in the audience did not hesitate and unanimously pushed Zhan Nianqing onto the stage.
Zhan Nianqing wanted to cry but had no tears: "I'm not wearing sportswear..."
Shu Jun assessed the situation and eliminated the potential problems for him: "It's not a big deal. Just roll up your polyester pants to your knees and you can run more easily. It's not a competition, so your sneakers are not bad."
Zhan Nianqing bravely went on the court. Guan Haifu just happened to throw the ball high up, and with a "pop", the green ball turned into a small cannonball and flew straight towards him.
Zhan Nianqing instinctively took a step back, his other hand already leading the racket, and when the ball reached diagonally in front of his body, he swung it out.
“Snap—”
The ball unexpectedly went over the net. Guan Haifu was startled, then quickly got ready, sprinted to her position, and beautifully returned the ball.
They played back and forth. Rongrong asked, bewildered, "Mr. Zhan's basketball skills have improved by leaps and bounds."
Shu Jun raised his eyebrows and said sourly, "It seems that he has received extra training."
Rongrong noticed something was wrong with his tone and asked curiously, "What's wrong with the special training? It's okay as long as you play well. We'll have something in common in the future."
Shu Jun glared and denied, "Special training is fine, but extra lessons are. If Mr. Zhan had asked Hai Fu to teach him how to play basketball, but then secretly arranged for extra lessons with another coach, even if he made rapid progress, he wouldn't feel good about it, right?"
The girl carefully studied Shu Jun's tense expression and asked tentatively, "Are you okay? Is there a traitor among your group of beautiful students?"
Shu Jun teaches exercises at the gym as a hobbyist and also teaches coaching classes for a low fee. He has a good image and a good curriculum, and he has many loyal and long-term students.
Rongrong was very smart and she had already vaguely sensed that Shu Jun had other intentions, but she had completely guessed wrong.
Shu Jun looked unhappy. What really bothered him was that the guy in front of him seemed to have an exceptionally strong interest in Zhong Xinwu last time.
Shu Jun wasn't at the scene that day, and although he felt a little uneasy when he heard the rumors, Rongrong treated him just as she always did, which reassured him. It wasn't until the sample footage came out that he realized something was amiss.
They chatted about everything in their 1v1 session, half of which he didn't understand. Rongrong's eyes sparkled like nothing he had ever seen before, and she always curled her eyes lazily in his presence.
Occasionally, when he made a joke, Rongrong would lightly retort, like a hot-and-cold cat whose way of playing with people was to clap its paws.
Shu Jun admitted that he had a strong sense of crisis. Although Zhong Xinwu's love for Zhu Ling was well known, he couldn't help but doubt himself: Does Rongrong really like a boy like him?
Perhaps what he thought was flirting was just insignificant fun to her?
He won a gift from Rongrong: a pair of small mint green dumbbells. Although everyone else said the gift was clearly meant for him, Shu Jun himself, due to his previous suspicions, hesitated to confirm the intention. He even noticed that Zhong Xinwu's jacket was mint green. Was it a coincidence? Or was she trying to please him?
He'd always been slow-witted and good-tempered, but today he'd said a few sour things, and this guy hadn't gotten the point, and was completely wrong. God knows, ever since meeting Rongrong and being sharply criticized by her for having no boundaries, he'd taken the initiative to politely dissuade many female students, and now the ones working out with him were all real dudes.
Shu Jun replied sullenly, "What beautiful student? If you don't understand, forget it. Don't make blind guesses."
Zhu Ling listened calmly to the two of them exchanging secrets, then quietly moved aside. The future couple's tasks should be left to them on their own.
Her eyes fell on the man moving around under the flying balls, but she was afraid that her gaze was too direct, so she took out her sunglasses and put them on her face.
Zhong Xinwu doesn't look like a photographer.
Many photographers she had seen wore sunglasses, cargo pants with large pockets, and vests, with a multitude of lenses hanging from their bodies, spoke with gruff voices, and smoked cigarettes while retouching photos. But Zhong Xinwu wore a simple linen shirt and trousers, the lens steady in his slender fingers, the crisp shutter clicks as beautiful and clean as he was.
He was completely absorbed, as if his soul had left his body, completely at one with the camera. They moved nimbly across the field, finding tricky angles, like fluttering butterflies, dancing in circles around the flowers.
Zhu Ling's eyes were dazed, and her soul also left her body.
She thought of Xiao Meng. Before officially agreeing to be with him, she had secretly followed him to a street stall. Xiao Meng sat leisurely on a small chair, swinging his legs. From their street-facing seat on the second floor of the small teahouse, she rested her chin on her hand and stared at him, unknowingly spending the entire afternoon in fascination.
It was not until the coolness of dusk invaded her body that Zhu Ling came to her senses and waved to the waiter to pay the bill.
When she turned back, the person on the small wooden chair was gone. Zhu Ling leaned against the window frame and looked around, only a few people were around.
Zhu Ling turned around dejectedly. Xiao Meng was waiting for her with a smile in his eyes and an expression that said "I caught you".
Zhu Ling wanted to argue, but felt she was in the wrong. She waited for Xiao Meng to speak, but Xiao Meng said nothing.
He only left behind a portrait sketched on sketch paper. The graphite shavings were fresh, probably having been made just that afternoon. And the person in the painting was still her.
Zhu Ling suddenly realized that he had rejected all customers this afternoon but continued to work because he was painting her.
"How did you draw that? I wasn't sitting in front of you."
Xiao Meng said: "When I paint you, just one look is enough. One look is enough to give rise to a strong feeling. Then I just need to remember that feeling. The rest of the details, all the similarities can remind me. For example, the roses in the flower shop next door, the fragrance of the tea shop, and the wild wind..."
Xiao Meng lamented, "But this will lead to a lot of blurry deviations. Memorizing every little bit and comparing them one by one is very exhausting. Of course, I won't get tired of it. It's a pity that I'm not a photographer. Otherwise, I could accurately record every detail of you with just a click of the shutter."
Zhu Ling stroked the portfolio in her hand. She had just taken the initiative to propose exchanging gifts with Hai Fu. In addition to Zhan Nianqing blushing, there was also an undisguised look of surprise in the eyes of another person.
Zhong Xinwu suppressed his excitement and said to her in a hoarse and gentle voice, "This is for you. I hope you like it."
A few weeks ago, this person held a camera to his chest and enthusiastically invited her to be a model.
Ten years ago, Xiao Meng sat idly on the street and spent half an afternoon sketching on paper what he imagined her to be like.
How come she always gets in trouble with artists?
Why is she always attracted to artists?
Zhu Ling held his chin in his hand, watching Zhong Xinwu running and stopping through his sunglasses. He was sharing a set of photos he had just taken with Zhan Nianqing and Guan Haifu, and both seemed very surprised by the results.
The sky was gloomy, but Zhong Xinwu smiled warmly. He walked towards the sidelines, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
Zhu Ling stared into the man's clear and fearless eyes and suddenly said, "Zhong Xinwu, didn't you say you wanted me to be your model? Let's find a time and give it a try."
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Company Z, Interactive Entertainment Group, all staff of the "Doomsday Lovers" column are working overtime.
The post-production team worked overtime to produce sample reels, while the publicity and distribution team diligently prepared behind-the-scenes footage. Several new hype terms quickly appeared on social media platforms.
#Zhan Nianqing Guan Haifu, the older president and the little white rabbit#
#Is it too late for Zhong Xinwu to pursue love?
#Strongly recommend Zhu Ling to take all of them#
#Any fitness clothes preview#
Although the show doesn't air until tomorrow night, the buzz is already running high. A member of the publicity and promotion team is content to compile a tally of reviews while overseeing the post-production team's rush. Meanwhile, the writing and directing teams are locked in a heated argument in the conference room.
Director Wu maintained his usual resolute attitude: "Absolutely impossible! If we abruptly cut two episodes, all the commercial schedules would have to be redone. The next show's release date has also been set. What will we do with the two weeks in between?"
Tang, who is known for his melodramatic plots, insisted on his concise suggestion: "'The Last Days Lovers' has invited high-quality guests with normal values, not scheming internet celebrities. Their love lines are already very clear. If it doesn't end smoothly at this time, what else will the director team do?"
Another screenwriter chimed in, "It's okay to write melodramatic plots, but do you think these guests would be willing to act? Do you have the heart to force them? Mr. Zhan is such an honest and kind person. Does Director Wu really want to force him and Guan Haifu to go on a date with Rongrong?"
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