"What's wrong?" Yang Huanyi asked, looking down.
Shang Yechu felt a little embarrassed, but this was a question that had to be asked, otherwise it would affect her understanding of the character.
As the director, everyone was working for art. Shang Yechu didn't hesitate and asked, "I haven't asked yet, between Zhao Lele and Lin Fengyu, which one is... which one is... the one upstairs?"
This question had been on Shang Yechu's mind for a long time. She initially wanted to find the answer herself, but after several attempts, she realized that asking the director would be the most convenient solution.
There are indeed lesbian bars in Taiwan, but Shang Yechu was afraid of being caught by paparazzi, so she didn't dare go. Later, she searched online and found a lesbian forum, which required answering questions to register. Shang Yechu pondered the choices she imagined lesbians would make, filled in the answers one by one, and was finally told that she had failed and was banned from applying again for three days.
Left with no other option, Shang Yechu searched on Weibo and online novel websites. Weibo stated that even in lesbian relationships, left-right positioning (or, as Shang Yechu understood it, superior-inferior positioning) was extremely important. The online novel websites echoed this sentiment. Anyone who dared to reverse the positioning would be relentlessly attacked and criticized by netizens and readers.
Shang Yechu even watched interviews with veteran actors from Hong Kong. One of them, surnamed Liu, had acted in a gay film called *The Self-Combing Woman*, where her portrayal of the female protagonist and her relationship with another young woman was incredibly genuine and moving. When asked by a reporter why she acted so well, Liu frankly replied, "Just act like a man. Everything I did was to protect my wife..."
Senior Liu's answer enlightened Shang Yechu, who wholeheartedly agreed.
In Shang Yechu's nascent blueprint of lesbian fantasies, the distinction between superiors and inferiors is crucial. Luo Yao's answer will determine how she portrays Zhao Lele.
Yang Huanyi asked in astonishment, "This... is there an upper part and an lower part?"
With a hint of confidence that "I know more than you do," Shang Yechu explained to Yang Huanyi, "It's divided, and even more strictly than the division of male homosexuals."
"So that's how it is," Yang Huanyi said with a smile. "I thought holding hands and kissing was all it took."
Luo Yao stared dumbfounded at the confident Shang Yechu and the unwavering Yang Huanyi. After a long while, he finally came to his senses: "What are you talking about! You absolutely can't act with a stereotypical image in mind! No, no, forget about this problem right now!"
As he spoke, Luo Yao made a "brainwashing" gesture, and repeated it several times, afraid that Shang Yechu wouldn't remember.
Shang Yechu could only nod and apologize to Luo Yao: "I've got it."
Shang Yechu sat at the table. At this time, Zhao Lele was full of girlish thoughts and was having a tiff with Lin Fengyu. Therefore, her posture was probably not very dignified. Shang Yechu didn't have much effort in designing the movements.
Shang Yechu rested her head on the table, wrapped her left arm around her head, puffed out her cheeks, pouted, picked up a fork in her right hand, pretended it was a pen, and scribbled on the script.
A young girl with a heavy heart immediately comes to mind.
This initial impression pleased Luo Yao greatly, who nodded repeatedly in satisfaction. Yang Huanyi was right; Ye Chu's professional skills were indeed top-notch!
Yang Huanyi tiptoed behind Shang Yechu and covered Shang Yechu's eyes with her hands.
"Lele, why are you scribbling on the paper?"
Yang Huanyi's fingertips were icy cold, suggesting something was wrong with his health. Shang Yechu was slightly taken aback, a strange feeling welling up inside her, which she quickly suppressed.
Shang Yechu turned her head to the other side and said angrily, "What's it to you?" However, instead of shaking off Yang Huanyi's hands that were covering her eyes, she used her neck to hold one of the hands, like a twisted candy, and twisted Yang Huanyi's hand into the gap between her head and arm, using it as a pillow.
Luo Yao exclaimed excitedly, "Awesome! This is exactly the feeling!"
So far, everything has gone smoothly. Yang Huanyi, following the script, has successfully appeased Shang Yechu. The young lady has finally lifted her head from the table and begun to study.
Yang Huanyi said, "The poem we're learning today is called 'I Didn't Hear Her Say a Single Word.' Just like before, I'll read one line, and then you read one line."
As she spoke, Yang Huanyi began to read aloud in English, her words flowing like pearls and jade:
"To be honest, I'd rather be dead—"
Shang Yechu cried out, "Why do you want to die? I don't want you to die!"
Yang Huanyi said helplessly, "It's not that I want to die, none of us will die. It's this poet, the poet is going to die."
Shang Yechu huffed and said, "What kind of ominous and lousy poem is this? I'm not reading it." Then she turned her face away, waiting for Yang Huanyi to coax her.
So far, Shang Yechu's performance has been going smoothly. But what follows is the emotional clash between Lin Fengyu and Zhao Lele, and Shang Yechu is a little unsure about that.
Between Zhao Lele and Lin Fengyu, who is the one on top and who is the one on the bottom? Shang Yechu pondered this question deeply. She suddenly thought of Ji Juntao, who loved to keep younger men under twenty-five and often boasted to Shang Yechu about their charms. It seems that younger men are generally the ones on top, and perhaps Zhao Lele is the one on top.
With this experience in mind, Shang Yechu made up her mind.
Following the script, Yang Huanyi began to guide Shang Yechu in reciting poetry again.
The script reads: "The atmosphere grew more intense, and Zhao Lele grabbed Lin Fengyu's hand." Shang Yechu pondered the atmosphere.
The so-called atmosphere is nothing more than what is created by eye contact and body language. Shang Yechu first leaned against Yang Huanyi's chest and felt Yang Huanyi's body stiffen slightly. A smug look flashed in his eyes (of course, it was deliberately acted, there was really nothing to be proud of when leaning against a colleague).
Yang Huanyi was still reading the poem, but her expression had become somewhat uneasy.
“I said, ‘Go on, have a good time,’”
Shang Yechu read along with her:
"But remember—"
As Shang Yechu read, she looked at Yang Huanyi with an aggressive and somewhat covetous gaze, mimicking the mannerisms of Ji Juntao and his group of pretty boys. A hand slowly moved and pressed down on Yang Huanyi's hand…
"stop!"
Shang Yechu paused, looking at Luo Yao in confusion. Was there something wrong with her acting?
Luo Yao screamed at a shrill voice she had never heard before: "Stop! Sexual harassment! It's outright sexual harassment!"
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