The Chinese director's eyes lit up. She couldn't wait to get the cameraman to start the shoot.
This was the male lead in her heart!
How could someone be so perfect?!
Even with the mask, it couldn't hide the superstar aura he exuded.
When the Chinese director had first seen the youngster, she had felt that he looked too clean and pure. Perhaps, he wouldn't be able to bring out the mysterious effect.
Unexpectedly, as compared to the previous set of clothes, the black trench coat and mask were more suitable for him!
The moment Bo Jiu came out, she was stared at by the two girls. Usually, she had a strong tolerance, but today, she was being stared at for a long time. She paused for a moment before asking, "May I ask, what kind of advertisement are we shooting?"
"Ah?" The stage supervisor snapped back to her senses and was about to speak.
Qin Mo pushed the door open and walked out, silencing the entire set once more.
Some people, regardless of what they wore, would be able to bring out their unique aura.
Noble, indifferent, porcelain white skin.
This was everyone's first impression of Qin Mo.
At this moment, Qin Mo was wearing a white shirt, holding a can of beer in his hand. His collar was half open.
He had wet his hair for the styling.
Black strands of hair scattered across his forehead, water droplets sliding down the bridge of his nose. He looked casual and sexy.
"So handsome!"
Someone sucked in a sharp breath.
Bo Jiu turned, looking at the person.
She was met with a pair of deep eyes.
The moment Qin Mo saw her, the color of his eyes deepened.
They were separated by half the studio, one in the light and the other in the dark.
Bo Jiu was still wearing the mask.
In that instant, her heart skipped a beat.
It was because she suddenly remembered something.
The Almighty had seen her at Fifth Avenue.
Even though it had just been a brush.
But back then, she had been wearing a black trench coat with a hood and a black mask. Other than the color of her hair, she had looked exactly the same as now.
Bo Jiu wasn't sure if the Almighty would remember the time they had brushed shoulders when he saw her in this state.
For some reason, she felt a little guilty. She tilted her head and prayed in her heart, don't remember, don't remember.
Just as she was thinking about this, a person appeared in front of her. That person enveloped her on the spot. It could be said that she bumped into that person's arms.
When the tip of his nose touched the white shirt, he let out a long sigh. Just like this, it didn't seem like he didn't recognize him at all.
"You don't even know how to walk?" A melodious voice sounded from above.
Bo Jiu glanced up and touched the bridge of her nose.
Qin Mo studied the youngster's face, especially when his gaze swept over her masked face. His voice was faint, a little nonchalant. "In the past, when I went to America to play, I bumped into someone who looked like you."
Bo Jiu's left hand, which was in her pocket, paused. When she smiled, her eyes were sincere. "I'm so handsome, how can there be someone like me? I really want to meet him. "
“Z。”
When she heard the codename, Bo Jiu tilted her head. Through the mask, she asked, "What?"
"The person I bumped into in America was Z." Qin Mo's side profile remained emotionless.
Bo Jiu paused, widening her eyes. With the mask on, she looked extremely innocent. "Brother Mo, you mean that I look like Z?"
Qin Mo's thin lips lifted. He paused and leaned forward, whispering into her ear, "It's a pity that you aren't an actor."
Bo Jiu's heart sank, but the corners of her eyes lifted. She looked mischievous. "It's indeed a waste of my good looks if I don't act."
In such a public event.
There would definitely be many people looking over.
Bo Jiu could hear the commotion around her, but it probably wouldn't affect the Almighty much.
But for the sake of Feng Yi, she had to remind the Almighty, "Brother Mo, this is a filming studio." She meant for him to restrain himself. Otherwise, Manager Feng would have to go out to drink and explain. It would be rather pitiful.
With that, Qin Mo pinched Bo Jiu's chin. He didn't kiss her, but that position wasn't any different from a kiss. "It seems like we have to talk again tonight."
Because of Qin Mo's domineering action.
The Chinese director was inspired again. His eyes were as bright as the headlights of a car.
Bo Jiu had no choice but to push him away. "Brother Mo, there's someone else."
At this moment, Manager Feng was almost in tears. Little Spade, it wasn't a waste for me to dote on you. When Young Master Qin was showing off his love, you even helped me hold him back!
"Come, come, come." Feng Yi pulled Bo Jiu's arm decisively, moving her to the side.
When he did this, he braced himself to do it.
It was mainly because of the coldness emanating from Qin Mo's eyes, his presence was too strong.
He really didn't know how Little Spade could withstand such a strong aura.
At the end of the day, Little Spade was thick-skinned.
The Chinese director was in the best mood.
"I suddenly have a good idea. Hurry, set up the scene at the side."
Yi Sihuo, who had been neglected, was now as dark as the clouds in the sky.
After all, he was a popular movie star.
What was wrong with this director?
Did he really think that a gamer would be more popular than him?
Yi Sihuo had to admit that things would be different with Young Master Qin's participation.
Hence, even if it was a commercial.
It would be a commercial for him and Young Master Qin.
That useless Fu family would only bring down his standards.
Besides, even if he could play the piano, he wouldn't be presentable.
Filming a commercial wasn't easy.
It was about not being stiff, being able to look at the camera and having some acting skills. Did that useless thing?
"We are in a rush to finish the film. Everyone, hurry up," the Chinese director said as he glanced at Yi Sihuo, who was still seated in the corner.
Yi Sihuo wasn't stupid, he knew it wouldn't be good for either of them if it dragged on.
He stood up and spoke to his manager.
The manager nodded and walked towards Feng Yi. Coincidentally, the Chinese director was there too. The manager's attitude was different now. He smiled and said, "If we knew that Young Master Qin would be appearing in the commercial, our Sihuo would have agreed long ago. It seems like it's fate. Director Li, when can we start filming?"
Even though the Chinese director had just returned from overseas, he was still in the same industry. One look at his manager was enough to tell what kind of person he was.
She picked up the script she had written for the scene, her tone calm. "Change your clothes and read the script."
Yi Sihuo watched from the side. Didn't this little director know that the industry was small? With such an attitude, didn't he know that the industry was small?
The manager knew that Yi Sihuo wasn't in a good mood. When she walked back, she whispered something in Yi Sihuo's ear, reminding him to restrain himself with Young Master Qin around.
"Of course I know, don't worry." Yi Sihuo licked his lips, his eyes dimming. "I'll deal with this director in the future. As for the person who gave up gaming and insisted on filming a commercial, I'll let him know the difference between us."
The manager was still worried. "He came with Young Master Qin, you …"
"I won't do anything on the surface." Yi Sihuo laughed sinisterly. "Don't forget, this commercial has a storyline and there are three main characters. Since he is so desperate to prove himself, I'll let him know that it isn't easy to be a main character."
The manager's eyes widened. "You mean to suppress the scene?"
Suppressing the scene was a term used in the industry.
In the beginning, when experienced actors with good acting skills wanted to teach some fresh meat a lesson, they would occasionally use this trick.
After all, there were some who didn't even fulfill their role as an actor. They didn't memorize their lines and went around taking part in variety shows, dragging down the production.
In the end, some of the more scheming celebrities used suppressing the scene to plot against each other.
Especially when two people with similar reputations were together. In order to enhance their image, they would use suppressing the scene.
But the manager hadn't expected Yi Sihuo to use such a tactic on someone who had never acted before.
"Why? You don't like it? " Yi Sihuo glanced at him, his words going straight to the point. "Don't forget, there are three people in this commercial. The best way to make everyone think I'm the spokesperson is to stand out."
The manager nodded in agreement, giving him a thumbs up.
On the other side.
Bo Jiu was already seated in the makeup room, her lids lowered as she flipped through the script she had written on the spot. At the same time, she was trying to think of a way to escape the conversation with the Almighty.
The makeup artist was having a hard time with her.
Her eyelashes were black and long, there wasn't a need for makeup.
She could use some eyeliner to enhance the depth of her features.
That would be more in line with the character in the script.
But as for the rest … The makeup artist caressed her smooth and fair face, praising sincerely. "Your skin is so good, you don't need to put on foundation."
If too many things were applied to this face, it would ruin its original handsomeness.
Now that he had brought out a spy, he really looked like the main character of a Korean drama.
The Chinese director was getting impatient, asking Bo Jiu, "Have you found the feeling?"
When Bo Jiu received the script, she didn't know what to say. It was about a hacker.
This … She didn't need to find the feeling.
The Chinese director noticed the youngster's silence, assuming that he was nervous because he hadn't been in this industry before. Hence, he softened his tone. "Don't worry, just act naturally. Even if you can't find the feeling, your face is more than enough."
"Come, stand back a little." The Chinese director walked to the side, making space for everyone. He raised the loudspeaker, his eyes bright as he shouted, "Everyone, get ready! First scene, first scene, Action! "
Swoosh!
The lights in the studio were all dimmed.
It was the layout of a billiard hall.
The light that shone down was a little dim.
However, the slender figure standing beside the billiard table wasn't dim at all.
That wasn't all, when the light shone down, it seemed as though he was tall and slender.
He stood there casually with a laptop in front of him. He seemed to be a little bored. He hooked his index finger, opened the can, and for some reason, the corner of his mouth curled up.
The girls were going crazy as they watched from the side.
"I finally understand why everyone says that Young Master Qin is the prettiest in Jiang City. He's so handsome, I'm so envious of Young Master Qin's future girlfriend, she can look at his face every day!"
"And his figure, Young Master Qin is a walking clothes rack!"
"Ahhh, I can't take it anymore, my nose is going to bleed."
The girl said that because just as Qin Mo was about to raise his head to take a sip of the ice-cold beer, his eyes seemed to have seen something. He turned towards the door.
The camera panned in that direction as well.
A young man in a black trench coat walked in from the door. He was probably in the middle of a run. As he was a little thin, he wore a black mask, which made his eyes look very black and bright. His entire person seemed to have been drawn with a line pen. The black and white were distinct, and in an instant, he caught the entire camera.
At this moment, Yi Sihuo was there too.
He was also one of them, playing with a black tablet in his hands. His eyes were fixed on the youngster who was walking over. He had wanted to portray an indifferent person but to add to his acting, Yi Sihuo stood in front of Bo Jiu, his voice cold and aloof. "I heard your skills aren't bad, want to play a game?"
It was a last-minute change of script, but since the scene wasn't too bad, the Chinese director didn't ask for a pause.
The moment she had seen Bo Jiu, she had probably forgotten that he wasn't an actor and had only wanted to continue filming.
Bo Jiu was still wearing the black mask, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her trench coat. She didn't even glance at Yi Sihuo, replying through the mask, "I'm not interested". The Chinese director felt that the youngster's performance was perfect. The youngster's performance was more in line with the character she wanted to portray, bringing the character to life!
Yi Sihuo would never have expected the trash to perform so well in front of the camera.
Initially, he had wanted to use his impromptu acting skills to silence the youngster. It would be best if there were more NGs.
But now, because of the youngster's reply, the camera swept past him, focusing on the youngster.
Anyone who knew how to act would know that Yi Sihuo was the one who was being suppressed and it was a harsh suppression.
But Bo Jiu couldn't be blamed.
She hadn't been interested in this person.
Besides, he had changed his script at the last minute.
Everything Bo Jiu did was a natural reaction.
After all, she knew that the person she was facing was the Almighty, who was standing at the side of the billiards hall.
In the camera, the youngster had already passed Yi Sihuo, placing the thin laptop on the table and starting to type.
Bo Jiu's typing speed had always been fast.
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