The Entertainment Industry in Turmoil: Young Actresses All Want to Rise to the Top

Chapter 89 Bai Mengyan VS Dilireba [Seventh Update] Requesting First Subscription

Back on set, the atmosphere was immediately replaced by the tense filming schedule.

The next few days were mostly filled with scenes featuring the female lead, Li Yitong. She quickly got into character and performed with ease in front of the camera.

Shen Mo spent most of his time sitting by the monitor or communicating with the director, looking focused.

Dilraba, who was waiting on the sidelines, was wearing a costume that made Tan Yan look somewhat innocent in the early part of the play, but her gaze kept drifting towards Shen Mo.

She observed for a moment and finally found a gap.

Holding the script in her hand, with just the right amount of humility and thirst for knowledge on her face, she slowly moved to the empty seat next to Shen Mo and sat down.

"Shen Mo".

On set, Shen Mo didn't want to bring the professional atmosphere to the set, so he asked everyone not to call him President Shen or Boss.

Since then, Dilraba, who is two years younger than Shen Mo, has boldly started calling him by his name directly.

When she spoke, her voice was soft and gentle, with a touch of the Jiangnan water towns, yet it was cautious without being overly sweet.

"I read the script for the conflict scene between me and Li Xian tomorrow, and I feel like I'm not quite getting the emotional transitions right—"

"Could you please take a look and give me some pointers?"

She handed over the script, her fingertips slightly curled, revealing a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Her eyes held a mixture of respect for her senior boss and a subtle, barely perceptible hint of a young girl's admiration and affection.

And the guilt of being noticed by Li Yitong, who was acting nearby.

With — a kind of secret, thrilling sensation, similar to tasting forbidden fruit.

Shen Mo took the script, his gaze falling on the paragraphs she had marked, his expression still professional and calm as he did when he was working.

"Here, Tan Yan's anger is not an outburst, but a suppressed breakdown."

"She loved but couldn't have him, was insanely jealous, but was even more afraid of losing her best friend"—this protective layer.

His deep voice analyzed the character's psychology clearly and logically.

Dilraba listened very attentively, nodding repeatedly.

Her body unconsciously leaned slightly towards Shen Mo, closing the distance between them.

She tilted her head back, her long eyelashes fluttering, her eyes filled with gratitude for being "taught," and a deeper, almost overflowing, adoration.

Just then, a figure, like a precisely placed jamming signal, cut in.

"Mr. Shen, Ms. Reba, would you like some water?"

Bai Mengyan walked over unnoticed, carrying two cups of warm water, with an impeccable assistant-like smile on her face.

She first placed one cup steadily next to Shen Mo, and then handed the other cup to Dilraba, smoothly placing it between the two of them.

"Is Dilraba asking for acting advice?"

Bai Mengyan blinked her seemingly innocent big eyes, her tone naive.

"Would you mind if I secretly learned something from you?"

"What the boss says is definitely the essential stuff! You can't learn this in classes outside."

As she spoke, without waiting for Dilraba's reply, she moved a small stool and sat down in the back of the middle between Shen Mo and Dilraba.

This angle would neither completely block Dilraba's view of Shen Mo nor prevent her from being noticed.

Then he took out his notebook, looking like he was listening attentively and taking notes.

The follow-up question that Dilraba was about to ask was swallowed back by this series of smooth actions, stuck in her throat, neither coming up nor going down.

Bai Mengyan's "diligent and studious" appearance made the smile she was barely maintaining stiffen slightly, and a hint of displeasure at being disturbed flashed in her eyes.

But she could only lower her eyes and use the act of adjusting her skirt to cover it up.

After a brief pause, Shen Mo continued his explanation with professionalism, his tone remaining steady.

However, the intimate and dependent atmosphere that Dilraba had deliberately created has been completely shattered.

Dilraba gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and subtly leaned her body towards Shen Mo by an almost imperceptible degree.

Her voice softened further, carrying a touch of pitiful confusion.

"But, like Tan Yan, who clearly loves so humbly in her heart, yet has to use a smile to pretend, that kind of heart-wrenching feeling—"

She gently pressed her fingertips to her heart, "In life, if I really experience this kind of emotion, what should I do—"

"How can we accurately 'save' it and use it in the play?"

Her eyes were watery, filled with a pure thirst for knowledge, yet subtly conveying a desire to be guided individually and deeply understood.

A pen fell to the ground with a crisp "thud".

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Bai Mengyan quickly picked it up, softly apologizing, her face full of embarrassment.

She picked up the pen and pointed with an eager look at the script in Shen Mo's hand.

"Boss, please continue." His beaming smile made it impossible to criticize him.

Dilraba's carefully crafted emotions were interrupted once again, and she could only manage to maintain a smile.

Shen Mo shifted his gaze from Bai Mengyan, his lips curving into a barely perceptible smile, before turning his attention back to Dilraba.

"Experiencing and storing emotions are fundamental skills for actors, but the key lies not in storing, but in controlling and releasing them."

"For example, in Tan Yan's scene, her humility and pretense stem from her desires and fears."

"If you want to preserve this feeling, it doesn't mean imagining how much you love someone you can't have."

He looked up, his gaze sharp as he looked at Dilraba.

"You need to accurately analyze her motives at this moment: her desire to gain Cheng Xu's attention, and her fear of losing her current status if Jiang Jinyue finds out."

"Then, find external actions to contain this sense of tearing."

He made a subtle gesture.

"For example, when you ask about your lines, your smile can be a little wider than usual, making it seem deliberate."

"When listening to the other person's answer, you should grip the edge of the script so tightly that your fingertips turn white."

"This contrast between inner and outer emotions is more direct and easier for the camera to capture than simply feeling them."

A moment later, Dilraba regrouped.

Taking advantage of the moment when Shen Mo finished answering the question and his gaze returned to her, she gently clasped her hands together, with a hint of coquetry in her expression.

"Shen Mo, you're amazing. You explained something so complicated to me in no time."

"You have to completely immerse yourself in the situation and imagine yourself in that situation—"

She glanced at Shen Mo quickly, then looked down again.

"The feeling of wanting to get closer to someone who seems so far away—"

She was trying to reconstruct that private, emotionally projective context.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"The boss explained it so well!" Bai Mengyan clapped her hands. "Even I, a newbie who knows nothing about acting, understood it."

Dilraba turned her head instantly, frowned, pursed her lips, and the murderous intent in her eyes seemed tangible.

Looking at Bai Mengyan's face, which was full of "innocence" and "eagerness to learn," Dilraba's lips twitched slightly.

When Dilraba tried for the third time, she said, "Shen Mo, I—"

Before she could finish speaking, another accident occurred.

"Buzzing"

Bai Mengyan's phone vibrated very "sensibly".

Dilraba suddenly turned around and faced Bai Mengyan directly with a fierce look.

Bai Mengyan quickly raised her hands and said sheepishly, "I really didn't mean to."

She immediately took out her phone, glanced at the screen, and then looked at Shen Mo. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for Dilraba next to her to hear clearly.

"Boss, it's a message from Manager Zhao Feng of the Finance Department. He said if you're not filming, would it be convenient for us to have a phone call?"

She turned her phone screen towards Shen Mo, and it did indeed display the words "Financial Investment Department - Manager Zhao".

Upon hearing this, Shen Mo gestured to Dilraba to wait a moment, took out his phone, and walked to the side.

Shen Mo's departure at this moment meant that Dilraba no longer needed to pretend to be emotional.

She glared fiercely at Bai Mengyan, gritting her teeth as she spoke in a low voice, "What exactly are you trying to do by interrupting me time and time again?"

Bai Mengyan chuckled and scratched her head. "It was only twice, I guess. This last time it really wasn't intentional."

Bai Mengyan's honesty made Dilraba feel a sense of powerlessness well up in her heart.

Her position as the boss's assistant meant that there was absolutely nothing wrong with her actions just now.

"Sister Dilraba, if you want to ask the boss for advice on acting, I won't interfere; I want to learn too."

At this point, Bai Mengyan turned her head and raised her chin towards Li Yitong, who was performing in front of the camera.

"However, regarding other matters, Mr. Li has instructed me to take good care of Mr. Shen."

Upon hearing this, Dilraba chuckled softly.

"Do you think I can't see through your intentions?"

"I'm afraid I'm wasting Mr. Li's time to take care of things."

Bai Mengyan withdrew her gaze, pouting as she looked at Dilireba with disdain.

"What am I thinking? I have no idea."

Dilraba's gaze swept over Bai Mengyan from head to toe, then she leaned closer and stared into her eyes.

"I think the same way you think."

Bai Mengyan was struck by Dilraba's bluntness, her mouth slightly open, speechless.

Just then, Shen Mo, who had finished making the call, came back and sat down again.

However, the learning atmosphere has completely changed.

Dilraba's questions gradually became dry and she seemed to lack the energy to answer them.

Bai Mengyan lowered her head and scribbled on the paper with a pen.

Shen Mo, who was at the center of the storm, seemed to be detached from it all, remaining calm and composed despite the undercurrents around him.

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