I really didn't intend to make a living based on my looks.

Chapter 114 Mao Xiaotong's Gift and Child Star (2-in-1, 8300K)

March 25th, 3 PM, Huairou.

A black Mercedes-Benz van turned off the Beijing-Chengde Expressway and drove along the road into Yangsong Town.

The scenery outside the car window changed from tall buildings to low houses, and from low houses to the upturned eaves of antique-style buildings.

Bai Mengyan pressed her face against the car window, looking at everything with curiosity.

"Boss, boss, look at that! Isn't that our film crew's sign?"

"Yes."

"Wow, this is amazing! This is my first time being on such a big film set!"

"This is your first time being an assistant, and every film crew is a first for you."

Bai Mengyan:

'

The eldest brother is great in every way, it's just a pity he has a mouth.

The car turned into a tree-lined avenue, with neatly trimmed holly bushes on both sides, and a beige building appeared ahead.

A sign hangs above the main entrance: Yitian Film Hotel.

This is the best hotel around Huairou Film and Television Base, a five-star hotel specifically for film crews.

Several black vans are always parked at the entrance of the lobby, and a few staff members squat on the steps smoking, with crew badges hanging around their necks.

Jiang Chen opened the car door and got out.

He was dressed casually today, wearing a black hoodie, dark gray casual pants, and white sneakers.

With a hat on his head and a mask on, he looked like a college student on vacation.

Bai Mengyan pulled two large suitcases from the trunk, dragging them with heavy breaths, muttering, "Boss, these suitcases are so heavy! What did you pack in them?"

"script."

"The script is that heavy? Did you include Sister Yitong in it too?"

Jiang Chen: "————"

"By the way, boss, can I watch you filming from the sidelines? I promise I won't make a sound, I'll just stand in the corner, like a potted plant!"

Jiang Chen pulled his sunglasses down a bit. "You can watch, but you can't film videos, post on WeChat Moments, or tell your fans how many meals I ate."

"Of course, of course!"

Bai Mengyan patted her chest loudly, "I'm the most clever! Last time at the concert, I held back for three hours without posting a single Weibo update, and Sister Yanzi even praised me as the Ninja Turtle of the fan world!"

"Is that holding it in?" Jiang Chen walked through the revolving door. "That's because you were a backup dancer on stage and didn't have a chance to express yourself."

The lobby was spacious and bright. Several crew members were putting up notices on the bulletin board. When they saw Jiang Chen come in, they all turned around.

"Teacher Jiang!"

A man in his early thirties strode up to greet them, his gray polo shirt tucked into his belt, his name tag reading "Producer Zhou Mu".

He is a veteran that Chen Zhixi brought over from the "Lost in Thailand" team. He has worked on several projects worth hundreds of millions of yuan and has a wealth of experience.

Zhou Mu extended both hands, not to shake hands, but to take the luggage.

"Teacher Jiang, you've arrived! You must be tired from your journey! The room has been arranged perfectly; it's a top-floor executive suite with a lake view, quiet and very private."

He turned and winked at the front desk; the room key was already prepared, in a gold-embossed envelope with the hotel logo.

How many staff members are on your team?

Zhou Mu asked, his gaze sweeping over Bai Mengyan and the two figures behind her.

With his height of 1.9 meters, Da Zhuang was clearly a bodyguard.

There was also Xiao Lin, the executive agent sent by Xu Yiruo. She had short hair, wore black-rimmed glasses, and was holding an iPad, checking the itinerary.

"Three," Jiang Chen said. "Bai Mengyan will stay on the same floor as me, so it'll be easier to wake her up in the morning. Dazhuang and Xiaolin, you can make arrangements."

"Understood, understood," Zhou Mu nodded vigorously. "Miss Bai's room is on the 18th floor, next to yours, Teacher Jiang. Mr. Dazhuang and Mr. Xiaolin have a business twin room on the 15th floor with a great view. In addition, the crew has provided you with a private dressing room, right next to Studio A of the film and television base, a five-minute walk away."

"Professor Jing Tian lives across from you, the director lives on the 16th floor, and General Manager Chen lives downstairs from you."

"By the way, Ms. Jiang, Mr. Chen said he'd like to invite you and the main actors to dinner at the Chinese restaurant on the second floor at 7 PM. Is that a convenient time for you?"

"Convenient, I'll be there on time."

"Okay, you can rest now."

The group entered the elevator, the doors closed, and Bai Mengyan pressed the button for the 18th floor.

The elevator slowly ascended. She stared at the floor numbers and began muttering to herself, "Boss, do you think I should dress more formally tonight? What if I'm sitting at the same table as other actors? Is this okay?"

She tugged at her white T-shirt and denim overalls.

"You can wear whatever you want; what does the banquet have to do with you?"

"What if Professor Jing Tian asks me my name? What should I say? 'My name is Bai Mengyan, Bai as in daytime, Mengyan as in milky skin'? Or should I say I'm your fan?"

"Just speak normally."

"But I get nervous when I see celebrities—"

"You've been following me for so long, what's there to be nervous about?"

"That's different. You're someone they know, they're celebrities!"

"You're now the assistant of a top celebrity; you're better than most of them."

Bai Mengyan paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Oh yeah."

The elevator reached the 18th floor, the doors opened, and the corridor was covered with thick carpet, so that there was no sound when you stepped on it.

The room was at the end of the corridor. I swiped my card and pushed the door open. There was already a fruit basket and a large bouquet of flowers at the door.

The card read "Welcome Teacher Jiang Chen" and was signed "The cast and crew of 'My Love from the Star'".

The room is very large, probably around 60 or 70 square meters.

Entering through the foyer, you find a small living room furnished with a sofa, coffee table, and TV cabinet, on which sits a capsule coffee machine.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window is a small balcony. Pushing open the door and stepping out, you can see the ancient-style city gate of Huairou Film and Television Base in the distance, with its gray tiles and red walls, standing quietly in the afternoon sun.

Bai Mengyan rushed to the bedside, plopped down on it, bounced twice, and then pressed the mattress with her palm.

"Boss, boss, this bed is so soft! It's like cotton!"

She stood up again, lunged forward, bounced up and fell back down, rolled around once, and lay face down on the bed, burying her face in the pillow, muttering, "This pillow is so comfortable—"

Jiang Chen leaned against the doorframe, looking at her with disdain: "What's wrong? You want to stay in my room?"

Bai Mengyan suddenly raised her head, her bangs disheveled, her eyes wide open: "Huh? Does an assistant have the responsibility of sleeping with someone? Boss, I'm still a virgin—"

She paused, her face suddenly flushed, and her voice softened: "But—it's not impossible—"

"roll!!!"

Jiang Chen grabbed a cushion from the sofa and threw it at Bai Mengyan's head.

Bai Mengyan caught the cushion, chuckled, and climbed out of bed, patting the wrinkled sheets she had pressed down on. "I was just kidding, boss, don't get worked up. How come you have absolutely no sense of humor?"

"Keep your sense of humor for yourself."

"I'll go check my room first," Bai Mengyan said, walking out the door before turning back. "Boss, what are you wearing for dinner tonight? Do you want me to iron your clothes?"

"No need, I'll wear this."

"That's too casual, isn't it? Professor Jing Tian will definitely be dressed up nicely, and you'll look like a delivery person in a hoodie."

"What's wrong with the delivery guy?"

"It's nothing, it's just that you're a big star, you should pay attention to your image—"

Jiang Chen pushed her out the door: "Come knock on the door at seven o'clock, don't be late."

"Okay, I know————"

The door closed, and the world finally fell silent.

Jiang Chen walked to the window, opened the French doors, and stood on the balcony.

In late March, the wind in Huairou was still a bit chilly.

On the city tower of the film and television base in the distance, people are hanging red lanterns, probably because some period drama is rushing to finish production.

Further away, the outline of the Yanshan Mountains lies faintly on the horizon, like a traditional Chinese ink painting.

He took a deep breath, then turned around and went back to his room, opened his suitcase, and took out the script, spreading it out on the table.

The drama "My Love from the Star" was so popular back then, and there were many reasons for its success.

The most crucial highlight is its ultimate romance.

An alien who has lived for four hundred years possesses superpowers, an aloof face, and an ever-clean coat; he is deeply in love with the female protagonist.

This is the perfect man those women could only dream of —

Add to that Jun Ji-hyun's eccentric beauty persona, Kim Soo-hyun's stoic handsomeness, and the viral marketing of fried chicken and beer, and when it aired in South Korea at the end of 2013, the viewership rating soared to 28%. In China, piracy was rampant, and Weibo, Tieba, and Renren were all flooded with posts about "Do Min-joon i".

This drama was later translated into dozens of languages ​​and broadcast in more than 100 countries and regions around the world, directly contributing to the Korean Wave 2.0.

With its globalization upgrade, it has become a milestone in the overseas export of Korean dramas.

The success of the original version is enough to prove the charm of the story's core.

But classic as it may be, the romantic style of Korean culture ultimately suits the local environment and heritage of Korea.

How can such a small place be compared with the vast and profound land of China?

Jiang Chen has been working on refining and adapting the script during this period.

He didn't touch the core plot or subvert the romantic character settings of the male and female leads; he simply gave the entire drama a different background.

The Korean atmosphere has been completely replaced with the unique Chinese sense of history and everyday life.

He wants to incorporate some of the beautiful landscapes, local delicacies, and cultural attractions of the motherland into the storyline.

The downside of doing this is that it will significantly increase the shooting budget, take more time and effort, and be more expensive.

But the benefits are also obvious!

If this drama becomes a hit, it won't be a simple romance film anymore; it won't just be about falling in love.

What is that?

It's cultural export!

It's a national strategy!

It's the cultural priority that was just proposed this year in the Belt and Road Initiative!

It's to show the world what it means to have five thousand years of history, what it means to have a vast and abundant land, and what it means to be the boss!

When the spokesperson of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs holds a press conference, someone will ask, "What do you think about the popularity of 'My Love from the Star' overseas?" The spokesperson will smile slightly and say, "This is the charm of Chinese culture."

Jiang Chen almost burst out laughing when he thought of this.

That's too much.

Low-key.

He was in a pleasant mood when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Jiang Chen got up to open the door.

Mao Xiaotong stood at the door.

She wore a loose black sweater and light blue straight-leg jeans. Her hair was loose and draped over her shoulders, with the ends slightly curled, as if it had just been washed and wasn't completely dry.

He was also holding a bag in his hand.

"Mao Mao?" Jiang Chen stepped aside to let her in. "What brings you here? Are you lost?"

"You're the one who's lost," Mao Xiaotong said as she walked in. "I'm just bringing you something. Hope it won't bother you?"

"Yes," Jiang Chen said, closing the door, "but since you're here, I can't kick you out."

"Couldn't you have been a little more polite?"

"My biggest flaw is that I'm too honest. Come in and have a seat."

Mao Xiaotong rolled her eyes at him, changed into slippers, and sat down on the sofa.

Jiang Chen poured her a glass of water and slumped onto the sofa opposite her: "What is it that you had to go all the way here for? Didn't the crew provide boxed lunches?"

"What does this have to do with boxed lunches?" Mao Xiaotong took a scarf out of the bag and handed it to him. "Take a look."

Jiang Chen took it.

A black knitted scarf with fine yarn, dense stitches, neatly finished edges, and a very soft feel.

"Did you knit this?"

"Um."

"You can do this too?"

"I learned it from my mom when I was little. I had nothing to do these past few nights, so I bought some yarn and started knitting slowly."

"You called to invite me to the audition and put in a good word for me. I don't know how to thank you. I know you won't accept anything too expensive. After thinking about it, I decided to make it myself—that way, it can better represent my feelings."

Jiang Chen didn't say anything, but turned the scarf over in his hand again.

"The stitching is nice, but the color is a bit dated."

"7

Mao Xiaotong's smile froze: "—Black goes with everything, you can return it to me if you don't like it."

"Can something that's been given away be taken back?"

"For you, yes."

Jiang Chen simply draped the scarf around his neck: "I've already given it away, there's no reason to take it back. But you need to practice your skills, look at this edge, it's not quite neat."

Mao Xiaotong reached out to snatch it, saying, "Then don't wear it, give it back to me."

Jiang Chen leaned back, dodging her hand: "Why are you trying to take it? Didn't I say I wasn't going to wear it? I have high standards, but I'm also very tolerant. It doesn't matter if it's a little ugly, I don't mind."

The two bickered for a while.

Mao Xiaotong reached out to grab it, but Jiang Chen dodged left and right, the scarf being pulled back and forth between the two.

Finally, Mao Xiaotong grabbed one end of the scarf, while Jiang Chen held onto the other end; neither of them would let go.

"Are you going to let go or not?" Mao Xiaotong glared at him.

"You loosen your grip first."

"I knitted it, I have the right to take it back."

"I've worn it before, it's worn out, and it's worthless now."

Mao Xiaotong was so angry she laughed. She let go of his hand, leaned back on the sofa, and took a breath.

She looked at the person opposite her, who was wearing a scarf askew and had a smug look on his face, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

It's been more than half a year since we last met.

He's become incredibly popular again recently.

Concerts, endorsements, new dramas—his name is everywhere.

Sometimes when she sees him on Weibo, she'll click to take a look, and then exit.

It's not that I don't want to contact you, it's that I don't know what to say.

When someone is so busy, sending a message like "What are you doing?" feels like a disturbance.

So before coming to the film crew this time, she had thought a lot about it.

Will it be awkward if we meet?

He's a big star now, surrounded by so many people. Will he still talk to her like he used to?

If she's too enthusiastic, won't it seem like she's trying to ride on someone else's popularity?

If she's too polite, won't she seem pretentious?

She thought about it all the way, from Shanxi to Beijing, from the hotel to now.

Within minutes of entering the room, all those chaotic thoughts vanished.

Because this person is still the same old person.

She has a sharp tongue and loves to annoy people; she can make someone roll their eyes twice in just three sentences.

But strangely, being with him was incredibly relaxing. She didn't have to put on airs or think about what to say. She could grab the scarf whenever she wanted, argue with him whenever she wanted, and roll her eyes whenever she wanted.

Whether he's popular or not seems to have nothing to do with him as a person.

It has a very unique charm!

reality.

sincere.

"It's crooked."

Mao Xiaotong suddenly said.

"What?"

"Scarf," she pointed to his neck, "you're wearing it like you're hanging yourself, it looks awful."

Jiang Chen glanced down and asked, "Is there?"

"have."

Mao Xiaotong stood up, walked around the coffee table, and stood in front of him.

"I'll help you re-surround it."

Jiang Chen sat still, letting her wrap the scarf around and around.

Her fingers brushed against the back of his neck unintentionally, carrying a slight chill.

She stood very close, and Jiang Chen could smell her scent—either perfume or shower gel, a clean and unique fragrance characteristic of young girls.

Her hair fell down, a few strands brushing against his cheek, causing a slight tickle.

He turned his head to the side, trying to avoid it, but accidentally brushed against her hair.

Mao Xiaotong paused for a moment.

"—What are you doing?"

"Your hair is poking me."

"6

"Then don't move around."

"I didn't move, you did."

Mao Xiaotong ignored him and continued wrapping the scarf.

She leaned forward slightly, her chest almost touching his shoulder.

From Jiang Chen's perspective, the collar was slightly open, revealing glimpses of fair and delicate skin.

Inside was a small white bra, covering her tiny, rather cute figure.

Her breathing was soft, her warm breath brushing against his chin.

Jiang Chen suddenly felt a little hot.

"Lift your head up a bit," Mao Xiaotong said.

Jiang Chen did as instructed.

After wrapping the scarf around his neck one last time, she held the two ends of the scarf between her fingers and gently tied a knot below his Adam's apple.

After tying the knot, Mao Xiaotong took a half step back, looked around, and seemed satisfied: "That's much better."

As she spoke, she reached out to straighten the edge of the scarf, her fingers tracing the knit fabric downwards, from the neckline all the way to her chest.

Her movements suddenly slowed down.

Because she realized she was standing too close.

So close that I could see my own reflection in his pupils.

So close that I could count his eyelashes.

So close—I could smell his pleasant scent.

Her fingers stopped on his chest and remained motionless.

The air suddenly felt both light and heavy.

She could hear her own heartbeat, thump, thump, thump, each beat louder than the last.

Jiang Chen looked down at her without saying a word.

His breath was right above her head, steady and clear, one breath at a time.

Mao Xiaotong's ears started to burn.

She suddenly realized that her hand was still on his chest.

Even through his sweater, I could feel the warmth of his chest and the vibration of his heartbeat.

She recoiled as if burned.

"————Okay." Her voice was a little soft as she took a big step back.

I was walking a little too fast and almost bumped into the corner of the coffee table.

Jiang Chen reached out and steadied her arm: "Be careful."

"It's nothing." She pulled her hand away from his and didn't look at him.

She walked back to the sofa opposite her, sat down, picked up her water glass, took a sip, and found it was empty.

Jiang Chen touched the scarf around his neck.

"The craftsmanship is indeed excellent," he said casually, as if nothing had happened.

"----Um."

"Um, I'm leaving now. I won't bother you while you revise the script."

"So fast?"

"Yes, the things have been delivered." She stood up and walked quickly towards the door. "You're busy now."

Jiang Chen stood up as well. "Shall I take you?"

"No need." She had already grasped the doorknob, turned back and smiled, a slightly hurried smile. "It's just a few steps."

"Mao Mao".

"Um?"

Jiang Chen looked at her, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end he just pointed to his neck: "Scarf, thanks."

"----You're welcome."

She opened the door and went out.

Footsteps echoed a few times in the corridor, then faded into the distance.

Jiang Chen stood at the door, looking at the empty corridor, his hand still on the doorknob.

He looked down at the scarf.

The girl is indeed a good girl, but she's just too fiery!

Mao Xiaotong walked very fast in the corridor.

As she approached the corner, she suddenly stopped, leaned against the wall, and let out a long breath.

She touched her ears.

It's hot.

"He's sick," she muttered to herself. "He has a girlfriend."

"Wake up!"

7 p.m., the Chinese restaurant on the second floor.

The private room wasn't big; a round table seated about ten people, which was just right.

Chen Zhixi sat in the main seat, with the director next to her.

Jiang Chen sat next to Lin Yu, while Jing Tian sat on his other side.

Mao Xiaotong sat next to Jing Tian, ​​while Lin Gengxin sat opposite Jiang Chen. As soon as they sat down, they began to examine the cold dishes on the table, muttering, "This braised beef looks pretty good."

-

Zu Feng sat next to Lin Gengxin, quietly drinking tea and not saying much.

The other two seats were occupied by Zhou Mu, Chen Zhixi's deputy, and Meng, a project director sent by Wanda Pictures. Meng was in his early thirties, wearing a suit without a tie, and had a professional smile.

"Is everyone here?" Chen Zhixi clapped his hands. "Then let's begin. Today's meal is a welcome dinner and also our first meal at work. We won't drink alcohol; we'll have tea instead. We'll also be doing a reading session tonight, so everyone stay sober."

She picked up her teacup. "Here, let's have one first. Wishing 'My Love from the Star' a smooth start to filming and soaring ratings!"

"Soaring ratings!"

Everyone raised their glasses, and the porcelain cups clinked together with a crisp sound.

The dishes were served quickly, all local specialties of Huairou: rainbow trout, braised pork with chestnuts, and free-range eggs, filling the table to the brim.

The atmosphere was relaxed; no one was talking about serious matters, just chatting casually.

Jing Tian turned to Jiang Chen and asked, "How's your script revision coming along?"

"That's about it," Jiang Chen said, picking up a piece of fish with his chopsticks. "It's just that some of the lines are too cheesy, and it might be a little awkward if I read them out."

How cheesy is it?

"You are the only person I want to protect in the past four hundred years."

Jing Tian chuckled, "It is quite cheesy."

"What about over there?"

"I'm fine," Jing Tian tilted his head. "I'm playing a female celebrity, it's a natural performance."

"That's it," Jiang Chen said seriously. "If you play yourself, the audience will know it's fake as soon as they see it."

C

'

""

Jing Tian kicked him under the table.

After the meal, Zhou Mu notified everyone to go to the small conference room on the second floor for a script reading.

The meeting room was small, with a long table around it, and each person had a printed excerpt from the script in front of them.

The reading session lasted until late at night, and everyone went over all the scenes to be filmed in the first three days. It was almost midnight when the session ended, and everyone went back to their rooms.

The next morning at six o'clock, at the Huairou Film and Television Base.

The opening ceremony was held in the square outside Studio A.

A red carpet was laid out, and a backdrop read "Good luck on the start of filming for 'My Love from the Star'." An incense burner, fruit, and roast suckling pig were placed on the offering table, and the camera was covered with a red cloth.

The scene was surrounded by hundreds of people, including staff, actors, media, and fans who had come from all over the country.

The fan area was cordoned off, with a sea of ​​people holding up light sticks and banners with Jiang Chen in hand.

A row of cameras and microphones were set up in the media area, and the flashes went off everywhere.

When the auspicious time arrived, Chen Zhixi led the way in offering incense.

Amidst the swirling incense smoke, Jiang Chen glanced at the fan area out of the corner of his eye and nodded slightly, immediately eliciting a burst of screams from the crowd.

Lin Gengxin, watching from behind, was incredibly envious: "Brother Chen, your popularity is terrifying."

The ceremony lasted half an hour, followed by fifteen minutes of media interviews, at which point Chen Zhixi stopped the interviews immediately.

start.

In the dressing room, Jiang Chen changed into her costume for the first time.

She wore a black turtleneck sweater, a dark gray long coat, black slim-fit trousers, and black lace-up leather shoes.

The hairstylist blow-dried his bangs up, revealing his forehead, and shaped his eyebrows neatly.

The makeup artist, a young woman, stared at herself in the mirror for several seconds before whispering, "Ms. Jiang, it's done."

Jiang Chen walked out of the dressing room, through the corridor, and toward Studio A.

He encountered several female staff members from the film crew on the way. They were chatting, but when they saw him walking over, they stopped talking halfway through.

The egret stood at the entrance of the shed. When it saw him walking over, it opened its mouth but made no sound.

Jiang Chen walked up to her: "What? Don't you recognize me?"

Bai Lu swallowed hard: "Boss, you should wear this outfit less often in the future."

Why?

"I'm afraid my heart can't take it."

Jiang Chen ignored her and pushed open the shed door to go inside.

For the first scene, Lin Yu chose an extremely simple shot.

Jiang Jun sat in his study, flipping through an ancient book.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the pages of the book.

He raised his head, looked out the window, his gaze distant.

There are no opponents, no lines, and no conflicts.

This is Lin Yufen's style.

For her first scene, she never filmed any major emotional scenes or action scenes.

What she wanted was the first opportunity for the actor and the character to work together, and for the camera to find the best angle for the actor without too much pressure.

"Jiang Chen, sit there."

Lin Yufen pointed to a wooden chair by the study window.

Jiang Chen sat down.

"Turn your body a little more to the side, yes, left shoulder towards the window. Lower your head slightly, no, too high, a little lower, good."

She walked behind the monitor, looked at the composition, then went over and replaced the book in Jiang Chen's hand with another one.

That one was much older, with a cracked spine and yellowed pages.

"Turn to a page in the middle, don't look at which page it is, just flip to any page. Then read a line, and after you finish reading, look up at the window, don't rush, slowly turn your gaze."

Jiang Chen did as instructed.

Behind the monitor, Lin Yufen remained silent.

She didn't yell "cut" or "over," she just stared at the screen for five seconds, then turned to the photographer and said, "Keep this one."

Filming has officially begun!

Lin Yufen's shooting style is very different from Kong Sheng's.

Kong Sheng's filming style is rough, fast, and intense, but it's not that he's actually rough; it's that he has a clear understanding of the situation, focuses on the big picture and lets go of the small details, letting things slide when they should, and he hates actors who are too competitive.

Lin Yufen is the complete opposite.

She took the photos very slowly and carefully.

She might take a single shot eight or ten times, not because she's dissatisfied, but because she's waiting for that "right moment."

She didn't rush the progress, which made Chen Zhixi anxious. She sat calmly behind the monitor and said, "No rush, take your time."

She doesn't criticize the actors either.

If you can't remember your lines, she'll go over them with you.

If you can't express your emotions, she'll talk to you.

If you're not positioning yourself correctly, she'll stand up and walk around in front of you to show you.

"Jing Tian, ​​when you come in, don't walk straight towards him," Lin Yufen walked into the set and demonstrated personally. "Stand at the door and pause for a moment. Yes, just pause for a moment, let the audience feel that you hesitate. Then walk forward."

Jing Tian nodded.

"And your hair," Lin Yufen pointed to Jing Tian's hairstyle, "this curl is too modern. Loosen it a bit, so it looks like she just woke up and casually tied it up. She's a big star, but she doesn't want to put on airs in front of Jiang Jun. That casualness needs to be shown in the details."

Jing Tian's stylist quickly came over to make adjustments.

"Jiang Chen," Lin Yufen turned to him again, "from now on, never unbutton your clothes beyond the second button."

Jiang Chen: "————"

Filming for "My Love from the Star" has officially begun.

Beijing Dance Academy Affiliated High School, weekends.

The practice room was empty, except for a little girl practicing dance in front of the barre.

She was wearing a black training outfit, her hair tightly coiled back, revealing a smooth forehead and a pair of exceptionally bright eyes—

eye.

The music playing from the phone was the tune of "Luo Fu Xing".

She stood on tiptoe, her arms outstretched, like a bird that had just spread its wings.

Spin, jump, land.

Every movement was standard, every angle was precise, but as the teacher said, it's not enough to just be precise; you need to have soul.

She practiced the same movement more than a dozen times.

She twisted her ankle when she landed, bit her lip, didn't say anything, stood up again, and tried again.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and slid down her cheeks. She raised her hand to wipe them away and continued.

Someone walked by outside the window, and a few girls in casual clothes peeked through the glass.

"Haochun, are you still practicing like this on the weekend?"

Liu Haochun stopped, turned to look out the window, and said timidly, "Yes, I have to report next week."

"Want to go shopping with us? There's a new store in Xidan with amazing clothes!"

Liu Haochun shook his head. "No, thank you, you can go ahead."

"Then you can practice, we're leaving."

The girls walked away laughing and joking.

The practice room fell silent again, with only the music from her phone and her soft breathing remaining.

She took a deep breath, returned to the barre, pressed her toes down, and pushed down.

pain.

But she didn't let go, gritting her teeth, once, twice, three times.

She loosened up after counting to ten, stretched her ankles, and started the next round.

The door was pushed open.

"Liu Haochun, you really are here."

Liu Haochun turned around and saw his homeroom teacher, Ms. Zhang, standing at the door, with a young girl beside her.

The girl was in her early twenties, wearing a beige trench coat, with her hair tied in a low ponytail, her makeup was clean, and she had a very good temperament.

"Teacher Zhang." Liu Haochun stood up straight and wiped his sweat.

Teacher Zhang walked in, smiled and patted the girl on the shoulder: "Yitong, let me introduce you. This is Liu Haochun, a student majoring in dance at our affiliated high school. She is very talented and can endure a lot of hard work."

Then, turning to Liu Haochun, he said, "Haochun, this is Li Yitong. She graduated from the dance academy and is your senior. She was a top student back in school and now she's an assistant to a big star."

Li Yitong smiled and waved her hand: "Teacher Zhang, please don't say that. I'm just running errands. Whether I'm a big star or not, it has nothing to do with me."

Teacher Zhang patted her on the shoulder and said, "You're just too modest."

Li Yitong smiled, didn't reply, and her gaze fell on Liu Haochun.

The little girl was short and thin, but she stood there with a very upright posture, her back straight, as if she could start dancing at any moment.

Sweat still clung to his face, but his eyes shone brightly, radiating an indomitable spirit.

I don't know how Jiang Chen got along, he even knows this little brat?

She walked over, squatted down, and looked Liu Haochun in the eye.

"Are you Liu Haochun?"

"Mm." Liu Haochun nodded, looking directly into her eyes without flinching.

"My name is Li Yitong, and I'm Jiang Chen's assistant." Li Yitong smiled. "You should remember Jiang Chen, right?"

Liu Haochun nodded honestly: "I remember, he gave me something to eat at the airport, but he's a big star now."

Of course she remembered him; the handsome young man she met by chance back then was now incredibly famous, and she even bought Jiang Chen's album.

"He's the one who sent me to find you."

Liu Haochun was taken aback: "Looking for me? What do you want?"

"Teacher Jiang is currently filming a TV series, and there is a role in it where she plays the female lead as a child."

"When he saw this role, you were the first person he thought of."

"Liu Haochun, would you like to be a child star?"

>