Chapter 9
After being scolded by Teacher Yaoyao for a long time, Ranlong even expected Qiu An to make time to give her a lesson.
But even when Yuan Chengyin came to inspect the project, Qiu An still failed to fulfill his promise.
He came to visit the class quite often, but it was always in the evening when the get out of class was about to end. He would rush in to walk around the teaching building and then leave in a hurry.
Ranlong couldn't help but sigh that she was a very dedicated boss who never looked for trouble.
"Teacher Yaoyao, the school curriculum is quite loose, how come you can always come on time every week to give me private lessons?"
"What are you talking about, kid? It's almost the end of the semester, how come you are free?" Teacher Yaoyao answered while packing up.
"Then you still use such precious rest time to teach me? Your husband and children must miss you so much, right? Is it because Sister Qiu An charges you too much for lessons? Can't you resist the charm of money?" Ranlong hugged Teacher Yaoyao's arm and said coquettishly.
When Qiu An, who was standing aside, heard this, he glared at Ran Long. Ran Long was not willing to be outdone and glared back.
"Your sister Qiu An is very generous."
"You've fallen into her trap!" Ranlong yelled, "She asked you to come here to work for her because she wanted to see what it's like to be your boss! You scolded her so much when we were students, and now she's taking revenge on you!"
"Don't talk nonsense. I'd like to retire in peace and quiet, but when I think about you returning everything you taught me, I get a headache and panic. I dare not take any time off."
Ranlong curled her lips. "Hey, Teacher Yaoyao, you shouldn't be so ambitious at this stage. Don't be like Sister Qiu An, she's at the age of working hard! Oh, Sister Qiu An, you're so busy. When you join Director Yuan's team, you won't be running around every now and then, right? If you're really that busy, would you consider finding someone else to take your place?"
This was the only point Qiu An refused to give in to: "You're overthinking it. Come and audition now."
Qiu An took Ranlong's arm and asked her to leave Teacher Yaoyao and walk into the camera that Yuan Chengyin had set up early.
Ranlong felt uncomfortable with her holding his hand, so he pushed her hand away without saying a word.
Qiu An looked at her and said nothing.
Ranlong hadn't forgotten the basics of acting, but it had been a while since she'd performed, so she was a bit rusty. Teacher Yaoyao took her through the theory and practice, and she quickly regained her lost skills.
Yuan Chengyin was holding the camera, and teacher Yaoyao was watching from the side. Ranlong didn't dare to act rashly and immediately got into the mood.
Ranlong and Qiu An both performed very smoothly, and each scene was completed in just one take.
The casting director was so excited that he cheered, but Yuan Chengyin remained silent and did not express any opinions.
She turned and asked Teacher Yaoyao in a voice that the two of them couldn't hear: "Teacher, what do you think?"
"There's nothing wrong with their individual performances, but the atmosphere when they're put together isn't quite right. What do you think?"
"Hmm... the chemistry isn't there yet. However, this is a matter of feelings, and it's hard to adjust in a short period of time. We still need to let them develop some feelings."
"They're still at odds, aren't they? Why are you calling me 'Sister Qiu An' so enthusiastic? When you guys were close, you weren't so artificial."
Yuan Chengyin smiled bitterly and nodded. Teacher Yaoyao was still as sharp as ever.
She replayed the images in the camera over and over again, thinking hard for a long time, and suddenly slapped her head, only to remember that deciding the role was not something she could decide on her own.
"Well, Xiaoran, first of all, congratulations on passing the audition. But there's a problem, and it's best to resolve it before filming begins. The characters you two will be playing have a special relationship, and their minds and bodies are always in a state of closeness and distance..."
“Tsk.”
Ranlong probably guessed what Yuan Chengyin was going to say next, and felt a little embarrassed and impatient.
"Ranlong! Don't be so disrespectful! Listen carefully to what the director says!" Teacher Yaoyao saw that she showed an annoyed expression and stopped her sternly.
Oops, I forgot Teacher Yaoyao was still here.
Ranlong shrank his neck and said weakly, "I'm sorry, Director Yuan, please continue."
"...You're all very good actors, so during the actual filming, I'll be demanding a bit more. You have to present any subconscious reactions between your characters to the camera. Xiaoran, I'll send you a more complete copy of the script later. I hope you can relax a bit."
Inexplicably, she felt that she had already let go quite a lot.
During the audition, she let Qiu An put his hands on her waist and buttocks and touch them randomly, and he didn't slap her or say that she was being a hooligan.
After everyone dispersed, Yuan Chengyin formed a small group consisting of Ran Long, Qiu An and the screenwriter.
The screenwriter sent a copy of the latest script to the group. Ranlong downloaded it, read it through, and his eyes went dark.
To be precise, both eyes turned yellow.
Long before the first audition, Ranlong knew the general plot direction of the script of "The Sound of Falling Leaves".
She knew that the characters' exploration of bodies and sexuality would inevitably cross some lines.
She also understood that the contract clearly stated that there would be a certain degree of intimacy, including but not limited to kissing and physical touching.
But she didn't expect that the scale would be so big!
Not to mention the interactions after they grew up, the love between the painter and the office worker in their youth was not just a fleeting memory, on the contrary, it occupied a large part of the article!
This third-rate director and vulgar screenwriter is so vulgar!
Super Male Evil Girl: @I will get richOvO@ Too lazy to come up with a name, can I call the police and have you two arrested?
I will get rich OvO: It’s none of my business, I didn’t write the script OVO
Too lazy to name it: Whatever you want
An: What's wrong?
This Qiu An. What's your business? And you're pretending to be so naive and asking "What's wrong?" Is there something wrong with your comprehension? You're the most frivolous person here, and you're still pretending to be innocent with everyone!
Super Heroic Villain: @I Will Get Rich OvO, you guys made a major change to the script, I’m asking for an increase in pay.
I Will Get Rich OvO: There are no major changes, this is just a more complete version!
You're just bullying her and Sister Hou because they're newbies in the industry, right? What a piece of shit.
Except for her, no one in this group is a good person!
Ranlong didn't sleep well during those days. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw two women rolling and tangling on the bed, tirelessly posing in some shocking postures.
In her dream, she didn't dare to look closely at the two women's faces, for fear of seeing any familiar faces.
Ranlong is not homophobic, she also liked women in a foolish way.
But she doesn't like women much now, especially these annoying bad women in front of her.
Especially when I think about acting something like this with Qiu An... half-naked, touching each other... it feels pretty disgusting and kind of homophobic.
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On the day of the script reading, Ranlong went out with dark circles under his eyes.
"Oh my god, what happened to your eye circles? Come here and I'll cover them for you."
Sister Hou took out concealer from her bag and smeared it on her stained face. She asked her, "What happened? Are you having insomnia?"
"Yeah, I have nightmares every day when I think about having to act out a big scene with Qiu An."
"You can't say that casually. We are professional actors now."
Sister Hou warned her in the manner of an agent, but in her heart she was saying:
Come on, that's Joan.
What's not to like about being able to act out a scene with Qiu An? This is something that so many people dream of but can't get!
"Sister Hou, hurry up and become a super powerful agent. When you can help me get better roles, I won't have to suffer this pain anymore."
Come on, that's Joan.
Ranlong thought, why could I have anyone else act in intimate scenes, but her?
"Director Yuan's crew is already top-tier. If you do a good job on this one, you'll have all the resources you need in the future."
Ranlong got out of the car with a sad face, and many crew members also arrived.
Sister Hou was not able to join the reading and planned to sit outside and do some work for a while.
In a flash, I saw a familiar guy with afro following the crowd.
That's impossible. I must be seeing things.
There were more people at the scene than Ranlong had expected. Besides her, Qiu An, the director and screenwriter, there were also quite a few producers, supporting actors with larger roles, the photography crew, the sound crew, and even the costume and makeup staff.
Only then did Ranlong realize that pornography could be taken so seriously and with such a grand scale.
Everyone walked into an empty conference room with the tables removed. The director and screenwriter sat in the middle, with Ran Long and Qiu An sitting on either side.
Later on, each group of people lined up in order of their ranking and relevance, and a group of people sat down in a noisy manner, forming a large circle.
As Yuan Chengyin cleared her throat, the sounds of chattering, moving chairs, swatting mosquitoes, and rubbing legs against fabric suddenly vanished. The crowd, who had just been laughing, now all looked at Yuan Chengyin with pricked ears, awaiting her further instructions.
Ranlong glanced at Yuan Chengyin stealthily. Her expression was natural, as if she was no longer surprised by such scenes.
As expected of a great director. His leadership is truly remarkable.
"If there are no other problems, let's get started."
Ranlong stopped her and said, "Wait a minute, Director Yuan, there's a problem with the printing of this page of my script."
Since they would still be working together for a long time in the future, Ranlong did not call Yuan Chengyin by her full name in front of so many people, but politely called her "Director Yuan".
Some pages of the script she received were printed blurry and difficult to read, so she turned her upper body to look at what Yuan Chengyin was holding.
"Can't you read the words clearly? I'll print a few extra copies of the script and give you a replacement."
Yuan Chengyin raised his hand and signaled, and his assistant came over with a spare script.
Ranlong stood up, put one hand on Yuan Chengyin's shoulder for support, and reached over her with the other hand to take the script handed to her by the assistant.
The assistant stood at the back, and Ranlong's outstretched arm was very close to Yuan Chengyin, having already crossed the social safety distance.
The one or two seconds of pause when the script was handed over was like an ambiguous hug.
Yuan Chengyin's body stiffened and he stepped back awkwardly.
Ranlong was confused. They were just friends, and she had never announced any relationship, nor had she met anyone. What was there to hide from?
After sitting down, Ranlong buried his head in checking the script, but felt a slight chill on his head and a sharp glance from the side.
At that moment, she felt that her head was like a piece of floral mud, which was now deeply filled with bouquets of flowers.
While flipping through the script, Ranlong half-raised his eyelids and let his peripheral vision wander.
Sure enough, I saw that Qiu An was emitting a gloomy aura from hell, as if he wanted to swallow everyone present alive.
Yuan Chengyin was also feeling a little uneasy. Seeing that Ranlong had been reading for a long time without any response, she asked, "How is it? Are there any other questions about this book?"
"Oh, no problem, that would have been fine."
Ranlong watched her answer, and when he withdrew his gaze, he deliberately looked at Qiu An's face.
As expected, their eyes met.
Ranlong shivered at the cold murderous intent in her eyes, and hurriedly lowered his head to avoid the vicious gaze.
There's no need for that. There's no touching or kissing.
That's not right. Could it be that Qiu An's ambiguous seduction of Yuan Chengyin was actually a hidden true intention?
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