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Chapter 65 What is Mr. Jiang's obsession with Bona's feet?

"Ka! This one passed!"

After the improvisation was retained, the two re-shot the original version.

After the director called for a stop, Kang Jae-hoon went to the monitor to discuss with him how the ankle rubbing shot could make it look like it had an ambiguous tension of "crossing the line but being restrained".

Krystal Jung quickly walked towards the rest area, desperately fanning her burning cheeks with both hands.

The touch of the guy's arm muscles burned into her skin through the school uniform fabric, burning her cheeks with heat that lingered for a long time.

Turn the corner of the studio.

After making sure that no one was around, Zheng Xiujing suddenly took off her high heels and put her nose close to her ankles to sniff——

"Ok?"

She wrinkled her nose and leaned in closer for confirmation.

Fortunately, there is only a faint smell of leather.

despite this.

Krystal took out wet wipes from her bag and started wiping her feet frantically, even leaving the gaps between her fingers.

"What kind of shameful play is our Bona doing?"

Kim Ji-won leaned against the wall at some point, shaking two cups of iced coffee in her hands, with a mischievous look on her face.

"ah!"

Krystal hurriedly put on her shoes:

"when did you come?"

"It started when you sniffed your own feet like a puppy~"

“Ashi…Kim Ji-won!!”

"Why are you so nervous?"

Kim Ji-won pressed her iced coffee against her burning cheek: "I'm not Teacher Jiang."

"What nonsense!"

Krystal grabbed the iced coffee and took a sip.

Jin Zhiyuan tilted her head and looked at her red cheeks:

Question 1: Why did Teacher Jiang insist on changing it to a princess hug when the original script called for a hand-support?

“How am I supposed to know what that Pabu is thinking!”

Kim Ji-won raised two fingers:
"Question 2: Are Teacher Jiang's arms stronger than I imagined? How does it feel to be carried like a princess?"

"I, I didn't notice anything!"

"Really?"

Jin Zhiyuan shook her phone:

"Just took a picture of someone's ripe cheeks while being princess-carried. Want to send it to you?"

"This is a private photo! Delete it! Now! Immediately!"

Zheng Xiujing rushed over to grab the phone in anger, and Jin Zhiyuan dodged flexibly:
"How can it be considered private if it's filmed in front of more than 30 staff members?"

"..."

Zheng Xiujing was speechless and turned away:

"I won't talk to you anymore. The next scene is about to start shooting."

"and many more!"

Jin Zhiyuan called her and took out a mini hose from her pocket and handed it to her:
"Hand cream, your feet will smell delicious after applying it~"

"."

Jin Zhiyuan blinked: "You're welcome~"

"Jin! Ji! Won!"

"..."

Back to the set.

The makeup artist squatted in front of Krystal Jung and used eye shadow to blend her ankles to create a realistic redness and swelling effect.

"A little redder."

The director took a closer look and said, "It has to look like a real sprain."

"Inside."

Jiang Zaixun stood aside, his eyes unconsciously fell on Zheng Xiujing's feet——

Her ankles were very thin, and her skin was so white in the sunlight that it was almost transparent, and you could even see the light blue veins.

It seemed that she noticed Jiang Jae-hoon's gaze.

Krystal's ten chubby toes curled up restlessly.

"Let me tell you about the emotional curve—"

Director Boo Sung-chul sat next to Krystal Jung:
"Bona started to be stubborn and said 'None of your business'."

He suddenly bit his lower lip to show his stubbornness, then immediately let go:

"It's not a real bite, it's an ambiguous feeling of wanting to bite but not wanting to bite."

"Don't frown when you're in pain, just let it show—gasp and scratch the seams of the chair with your fingers."

"Inside."

Krystal immediately imitated the micro-expressions that the director had just directed in front of the handheld mirror.

"Canrong here——"

Director Boo Seong-chul turned to Kang Jae-hoon:

"First, blame yourself. The self-blame should be reflected in the area between your eyebrows. Frown slightly but don't frown."

When Jiang Zaixun heard this, two shallow lines immediately appeared between his eyebrows.

Then, Fu Shengzhe pointed to his Adam's apple:

"When you notice she's peeking at you, pause while rubbing her ankles and swallow your Adam's apple so the camera can capture a close-up."

"Inside."

"And the most important thing is - when Bona notices Chanyoung looking up to investigate, she should quickly look away and keep her chin up to maintain her tsundere persona."

After saying that, the director clapped his hands:

"Try walking through the play twice first."

Kang Jae-hoon knelt on one knee on the cushion, palm facing up, motioning Krystal to put her feet up.

Zheng Xiujing pursed her lips and slowly placed her feet on his hands——

"what!"

As soon as her warm palm touched her cold skin, she pulled her foot back as if she had been electrocuted.

Jiang Zaixun was stunned: "Are you ticklish?"

"without"

Zheng Xiujing's ears turned red, and she stretched her foot back: "Continue."

Second rehearsal.

Jiang Zaixun pressed his thumb on the raised joint of her ankle.

Krystal's whole body was tense like a fully drawn bow. She forgot all her lines and just stared at her toes which were curling up crazily.

The director held his forehead:

"Bona, you're not getting a foot massage right now."

"puff--"

The onlookers all burst into laughter.

Kim Ji-won laughed so hard that she almost fell backwards from her chair.

Amidst the laughter of the entire audience, Zheng Xiujing directly covered her face with her hands and fell back on the recliner, whimpering through her fingers:
"Just let me die..."

Third attempt.

Krystal finally managed to speak: "It's all your fault"

The ending tone was trembling, not like a complaint but more like a coquettish act.

"Well, blame me."

Kang Jae-hoon spoke smoothly, even completing the swallowing of the Adam's apple required by the director accurately.

But the rich sage still touched his chin and shook his head:

"I always feel like something is wrong..."

He suddenly clapped his hands:
"Ah! The problem is Chanyoung! Your massage technique is so professional!"

"Uh……"

Jiang Zaixun scratched his head: "I learned a few moves from a masseur on the set of "International Market" in Thailand..."

"No wonder!"

The director was at a loss for words:

"Yun Chan-young is a high school student, not a physical therapist, so be a little clumsy!"

Jiang Zaixun suddenly realized what was going on, and when he tried again, he deliberately used less force, and his fingers even "accidentally" poked Zheng Xiujing's foot.

"ah!"

Krystal kicked his shoulder reflexively.

The director's eyes lit up:
"That's it! Start shooting!"

The clapperboard snapped shut.

The fragrance of the artificial osmanthus tree was blown away by the blower, and silvery-white debris fell on the shoulders of the two people.

Krystal Jung curled up on the bench, the hem of her school uniform skirt spread out like petals, and her injured ankle was carefully held in the palm of Kang Jae-hoon's hand.

"It's all your fault"

"Well, blame me."

"Unit 3, move closer—closer!"

The camera was almost touching Krystal's ankles.

Her curled toes opened and closed slightly in close-up, like a pearl shell.

When Kang Jae-hoon's thumb brushed against the artificial bruise, Krystal suddenly grabbed the hem of her skirt.

"Does it hurt?"

He lowered his voice, as if coaxing a frantic cat.

"No, it's none of your business!"

This line should have been accompanied by a glare.

But as soon as she raised her eyes, she met Jiang Zaixun's gentle gaze.

The fierce look written in the script instantly collapsed, and his eyelashes fluttered in panic like a startled butterfly.

The blower just happened to bring about a new round of flower rain.

Osmanthus flowers suddenly fell into her hair.

The lighting technician wisely dimmed the key light, bathing the two people's silhouettes in honey-colored backlight.

"Click! Perfect!"

The groundskeeper trotted over and handed over a towel.

Kang Jae-hoon took it first, but naturally helped Krystal brush away the artificial petals on her hair.

"petal."

She froze in place, not daring to even blink her eyelashes, for fear of disturbing the intimacy of this moment.

——Please, does he know how ambiguous this action is?

Jiang Zaixun was completely unaware of this, and his fingertips suddenly stopped while he was adjusting his costume tie.

A faint sweet fragrance lingers between the fingers.

He put his hand close to his nose and sniffed gently:

"Did Bona apply something on her feet? They smell so good."

Krystal's brain froze on the spot.

The hand cream Kim Ji-won gave me...

foot……

He smelled...

He actually smelled it?!

"Ah, that's the setting spray the makeup artist used! Yes! Setting spray!"

Jiang Zaixun looked confused:
"Setting spray on your feet?"

"because……"

Krystal's eyes wandered wildly:
"Because I have to put makeup on my ankles too! So..."

"Oh."

Jiang Jae-hoon nodded and actually believed it.

He lowered his head and smelled his fingers again, then smiled innocently and said, "It smells quite nice, like a peach."

Krystal Jung: “…”

At this moment, she was extremely glad that she had applied the hand cream just now - if Jiang Zaixun smelled the smell of high heels that had been trapped all day, she might jump into the Han River on the spot.

not far away.

Kim Ji-won held up her mobile phone to record the entire scene and thoughtfully sent it to their "Heirs crew gossip group."

In fact, Kang Jae-hoon and Krystal Jung have quite a lot of scenes today.

After the three scenes were filmed, there was only one last continuous carrying scene left - that is, Yoon Chan-young carrying Lee Bo-na to a regular hospital to treat her ankle problem.

When Krystal was putting on makeup.

Suddenly I found my phone vibrating wildly in my bag.

She took it out and looked at it——

[Heirs crew gossip group] 36+ unread messages.

The moment I clicked on it, the group chat history quickly flashed across the screen:
Park Hyung-sik: ??? Teacher Kang, what are you doing???
[Kim Woo Bin]: @Kang Jae Hoon, can you explain?
[Park Shin Hye]: Bo Na... your feet... smell like peaches?

Lee Min Ho: [Shocked.jpg]
【Choi Jin Hyuk】: What kind of perverted statement is this???

[Kang Ha Neul]: Is it too late for me to go over and watch now?

【…】

Zheng Xiujing's pupils trembled, and her fingers slid upwards with trembling——

[Kim Ji-won]: @Everyone, what is Mr. Jiang's obsession with Bo Na's feet? [Video]

In the picture, Jiang Zaixun was lowering his head and smelling his fingers, smiling and saying:

"It smells nice, like peaches."

"Jin! Ji! Won!"

Krystal Jung suddenly looked up and looked around murderously, and finally found the culprit under a parasol not far away.

“You’re dead!!!”

"Ok?"

Kang Jae-hoon looked blankly at Krystal who suddenly rushed up and chased Kim Ji-won.

He then picked up his phone and looked at it, his pupils suddenly dizzy:

[Kang Jae-hoon]: No! It's a misunderstanding! It's the smell of setting spray!

[Jiang Jae-hoon]: Don’t take things out of context!!!

[Kang Jae-hoon]: [panic.jpg]
Park Hyung-sik appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Jiang Jae-hoon's neck:
"Brother, I didn't expect you to have this kind of fetish?"

"I don't!"

Jiang Zaixun blushed:

"The director asked me to smell it!"

Director Fu Shengzhe, who just walked over, said: "??? When did I ever ask you to smell an actress's feet?"

"No...it's the setting spray the makeup artist used..."

Jiang Zaixun made things worse as he explained, and sweat broke out on his forehead in anxiety.

On the other side, Zheng Xiujing finally caught Jin Zhiyuan, and the two wrestled together——

To be precise, it was Krystal who unilaterally beat him.

Kim Ji-won laughed and begged for mercy:

"I was wrong, I was wrong! I'll delete it now!"

"late!"

Krystal grabbed her phone, only to discover that the video had been mistakenly forwarded to a larger crew group while they were playing.

[Lighting Team Leader Park]: Is this video… playable? [Shocked.jpg]
[Screenwriter Team - Lee Soo-yeon]: @Kim Eun-sook, should this part be included in the script? [dog head]
[Makeup Artist - Han Min-young]: Um... actually we didn't use setting spray on our feet (whispering)
[Stage Manager]: So it really is the feet that smell???

[Publicity and Distribution Team - Director Li]: Get the material√#Yin Canrong Foot Control# Hot Search Schedule
【Director - Fu Shengzhe】: Already edited to the behind-the-scenes footage, will be released once the ratings exceed 15%
[Producer Yin Xialin]: I look forward to it. The audience loves to see this kind of natural interaction.
【…】

Jiang Zaixun stared at the news that was frantically scrolling across the screen, his fingers trembling as they hovered over the keyboard.

Explanation?

The more you describe, the darker.

No explanation?
Confirmed to be perverted.

In the end, he gave up on himself and posted an emoticon package of [lying down and being ridiculed.jpg].

the other side.

Krystal covered her face in despair.

She suddenly felt that the Han River today seemed particularly suitable for jumping.

Kim Ji-won took the opportunity to lean over to Zheng Xiujing's ear and whispered:

"Actually, Teacher Jiang was smelling it quite attentively, wasn't he?"

"..."

Krystal's fist hardened.

The director suddenly raised his megaphone and shouted:
"Prepare for the final piggyback scene!"

Jiang Zaixun rushed to the set as if he had been pardoned, but he heard coughing sounds coming from behind him.

"Ahem, Teacher Taozi, run slower~"

"Do you need some wet wipes, Teacher Jiang?"

"Don't sniff around behind people's backs!"

Jiang Zaixun stumbled and almost tripped over the electric wire.

……

Director Fu Shengzhe sat in front of the monitor, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

After the "surprises" in the first few scenes, he now understands the chemical reaction between Jiang Zaixun and Zheng Xiujing.

We have to rehearse the scene several times before the official shooting.

It’s not about adjusting my acting skills.

Rather, it is to allow the two of them to get rid of those little blushing and heart-pounding movements in advance, so that they can present the most natural sense of ambiguity during the formal shooting.

This kind of treatment is usually only enjoyed by the leading actors.

But no one raised any objections at this moment - after all, this "accidentally popular CP" has become the ratings savior of the crew.

"Try it out twice first to get a feel for it." The director clapped his hands. "The script supervisor doesn't need to clap."

First audition.

Zheng Xiujing tiptoed and lay on Jiang Zaixun's back. As soon as her arms were wrapped around his neck, they subconsciously tightened——

"Ahem, ahem. Bona."

Jiang Zaixun rolled his eyes as he was being strangled: "I'm suffocating."

"Ah! I'm sorry!"

Krystal Jung hurriedly let go, and ended up sliding halfway down. In a panic, she grabbed his ear.

"Ow!"

There were bursts of suppressed laughter from the sidelines.

Second audition.

"No strangling or pulling ears this time."

Jiang Jae-hoon squatted down and warned seriously.

"Inside……"

Krystal Jung put it on carefully.

As a result, Jiang Zaixun stood up too suddenly and she bumped into the back of his head with a "bang".

"woo"

Krystal Jung, who was covering her nose with tears in her eyes, and Kang Jae-hoon, who was turning around in confusion trying to check his injuries, looked like two clumsy penguins.

……

After forty minutes, the two finally started the official shooting.

"Game 36, get ready!"

“1, 2, 3—Action!”

Jiang Zaixun held Zheng Xiujing's knees steadily, and her wrist holding her high heels hung naturally in front of his chest.

The artificial sunset stretched the shadows of the two people very long, and the silver osmanthus props fell on their shoulders under the blower.

According to the script, Krystal should have buried her face in his shoulder and pretended to sleep.

But when she really got close to him——

“Plop, plop, plop…”

The heartbeat through the school uniform was fast and heavy, like I had just finished a marathon.

Krystal blinked.

——So he was nervous too?
This discovery suddenly made her bolder.

"Canrong ah"

Krystal secretly rubbed the back of Kang Jae-hoon's neck with the tip of her nose.

"Ok?"

"Am I heavy?"

Jiang Jae-hoon paused.

The camera zooms in for a close-up. His profile is sharp and angular under the sunset filter, and the corners of his mouth are raised in a gentle arc:

"Our Bona is lighter than the clouds in the sky."

Krystal suddenly tightened her arms around his neck, buried her flushed cheeks deeper into his shoulders, and her dangling legs swayed slightly, like a cat that had stolen dried fish.

"..."

"Cut! Perfect!"

A "click" sound was heard, but Jiang Jae-hoon still stood there without moving.

"Put me down," Krystal muttered softly.

"oh oh!"

Jiang Jae-hoon finally woke up from his dream, and his movements of bending down to release the man were as stiff as a robot.

The moment their eyes met, they looked away at the same time.

One stared at the tip of the shoe, and the other looked at the sky, just like two mimosas whose leaves quickly closed when touched.

Today is still 2 in 1~
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