Huayu 16: I Became the Dream-Fulfilling Master for Young Actresses

She stretched her hand out halfway before remembering she was in a corridor, and awkwardly withdrew it, but continued muttering:

"That shop is super popular, they sell out quickly if you go too late. I queued for ages last time to get some, you guys will definitely love it!"

Chen Xingzhou glanced at her straightforward manner, then at Tian Xiwei's jealous expression, and smiled helplessly:

"Okay, let's go."

……

In the evening, after the group finished their meal...

Tian Xiwei's phone suddenly rang; it was a call from a teacher at the Shanghai training camp.

Xiao Lu, who was standing next to her, felt a sudden jolt in her heart when she saw the screen.

Before Tian Xiwei could say more than a few words after answering the phone, her lips trembled and she gripped Chen Xingzhou's clothes even tighter.

After hanging up the phone, she looked up at Chen Xingzhou with a wronged expression, her little face tilted upwards.

"The training camp notice states that there will be an additional professional class tomorrow morning, and all students outside the camp must arrive on time..."

I originally came to see you because of the sudden holiday, but now I have to leave early.

Kyoto and Shanghai are separated by most of China, and no matter how reluctant she was, she had no choice but to obediently return home.

Chen Xingzhou nodded and said softly, "Shall we leave now? I'll take you to the high-speed rail station."

Seeing that he was still like this, Tian Xiwei couldn't help but purse her lips.

She felt a little awkward, but she knew she couldn't act recklessly.

Then she turned to look at Meng Ziyi standing to the side, her eyes flashing:

"Sister Ziyi, I'm entrusting Xingzhou to you. Please keep an eye on him for me during this time and make sure he doesn't stay up late or eat anything indiscriminately."

Meng Ziyi, failing to grasp the implied meaning, patted his chest vigorously and assured him:

"Don't worry, Xixi! You can go to Shanghai for classes without worry."

Xingzhou and I were classmates, and now we're even in the same film crew. I'll definitely keep an eye on him. Remember to let me know you arrive safely!

Looking at the two, one dull and one sharp, Chen Xingzhou couldn't help but rub his temples and said to Tian Xiwei and Xiao Lu:

"Alright, stop dawdling, I'll take you two to the high-speed rail station."

He then glanced at Meng Ziyi and said, "Ziyi, I need to take them to the high-speed rail station. You'll have to take a taxi home by yourself. Remember to let me know when you get home."

"Huh?" Meng Ziyi was stunned for a moment, then looked happy. He actually cared about me!

She waved her hand and said, "It's okay, I can get back by myself. I'll text you as soon as I get home."

"it is good."

Without further hesitation, Chen Xingzhou took Tian Xiwei and Xiao Lu to the high-speed rail station.

At the entrance of the high-speed rail station, Tian Xiwei clung tightly to Chen Xingzhou's arm, her face pressed against his arm, her eyes filled with reluctance.

"Brother Xingzhou, during my training camp in Shanghai, you must eat on time and not just eat takeout every day."

"No matter how important the script is, don't stay up until the early hours of the morning. If you're sleepy, go to sleep. Don't force yourself to stay awake."

"Also... filming with Sister Ziyi is filming, but you're not allowed to get too close to her, and you're not allowed to be too nice to her!"

Chen Xingzhou looked down at her and said with a smile, "I understand."

"Hmph! You better be like that, or I'll let you taste what 'I'm as tough as the Shu Road' feels like!"

Tian Xiwei craned her neck to look at him, her eyes gleaming with a sinister light:

"I'll message you every day, and you have to reply to every single one. Don't forget about me!"

Chen Xingzhou flicked her nose and said, "Okay, okay."

Seeing this, Xiao Lu got goosebumps. She glanced at the time and said to Tian Xiwei:

"Xixi, hurry up, time's almost up."

"Okay, I got it!"

Tian Xiwei responded, clutching the hem of his clothes, her nose slightly sore.

She looked up at Chen Xingzhou, her eyes filled with reluctance and a sense of grievance that she couldn't quite explain.

He was always so gentle, yet he always kept her within the circle of "younger sister".

The next second, she acted impulsively, quickly stood on tiptoe, and pecked Chen Xingzhou on the cheek.

Like a kitten rubbing against someone, it's so fast it's gone in an instant.

After kissing her, he suddenly took a half step back, his ears turning bright red instantly, and he didn't even have the courage to look up at him.

She clutched the hem of her clothes nervously, her voice barely audible, filled with a flustered awkwardness:

"Consider it a farewell gift. I'm leaving now. Remember to miss me."

Before Chen Xingzhou could react, she turned around and pulled Xiao Lu towards the station entrance. After running a few steps, she turned back and waved, her cheeks flushed.

Watching Tian Xiwei's departing figure, Chen Xingzhou touched his face, which still retained a faint fragrance, and smiled helplessly.

Although he knows everything, it's best not to reveal it for now.

……

Time flies, and it was February in the blink of an eye. The film crew moved from Kyoto to Hengdian.

At the beginning of the month, Chen Xingzhou went home to celebrate the Spring Festival.

His family and Tian Xiwei's family were in similar economic conditions, roughly middle-class families. They weren't short of money, but they didn't have much either.

In the middle of the month, he took Tian Xiwei to the art exam.

Early March.

The rehearsal room was in a drab little building, with mirrors on all four sides and a polished floor.

Chen Xingzhou gets up at eight o'clock every morning and arrives at the rehearsal hall at eight-thirty sharp to practice martial arts scenes.

Martial arts instructor Lao Zhou was squatting in the corner smoking. When he saw him come in, he put out his cigarette and stood up.

During this time, he grew to admire Chen Xingzhou more and more.

They learn quickly and have a strong sense of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry).

"Xingzhou is here? Perfect timing. Help Xiaomeng take a look at this cloud hand technique. I've been trying to explain it to her until my lips are sore, but she insists she can't explain it clearly."

Meng Ziyi had been standing in front of the mirror for almost half an hour, his bangs damp with sweat and plastered to his forehead.

She glared at Lao Zhou in the mirror and retorted defiantly, "That's right! You keep saying to be gentle and compliant, but how am I supposed to know how to be compliant?"

Old Zhou helplessly shrugged and glanced at Chen Xingzhou.

Chen Xingzhou smiled and nodded at him, took off his coat, and walked to her side: "Alright, let me see it again."

Meng Ziyi took a breath and went through Mu Nianci's swordsmanship again.

"Stop." Chen Xingzhou walked over and placed his right hand on the back of her cold hand.

"Your wrist is too stiff. Mu Nianci's swordsmanship is outwardly soft but inwardly strong, not just hard slashing and hacking."

"I wasn't nervous..." Meng Ziyi subconsciously defended herself.

I didn't say you were nervous.

Chen Xingzhou pursed his lips, too lazy to criticize Meng Ziyi's ability to make up stories.

He held her hand and slowly walked through it: "The power starts from the shoulder, goes past the elbow, to the wrist, and is delivered outwards; it's not a chop."

Feeling the warm breath behind her and on the back of her hand, Meng Ziyi's ears gradually flushed red.

Old Zhou, standing to the side, crossed his arms and clicked his tongue, deliberately drawing out the sound:

"Oh dear, that's strange. I taught her all morning but she wouldn't listen. She just gave up after Xingzhou said one sentence."

"I didn't!" Meng Ziyi swiftly pulled her hand back, her cheeks burning, and retorted stubbornly, "He explained it more clearly than you!"

"Yes, yes, no!

Old Zhou raised his hands in surrender, then swaggered out for a smoke, leaving the space to the two of them.

A while later, Chen Xingxu strolled in carrying two cups of coffee, his hair casually ruffled, clearly having just woken up.

He handed the Americano to Meng Ziyi, and then another to Chen Xingzhou: "Brother Zhou, I didn't know what you wanted to drink, so I bought an Americano for you too."

Thanks.

"It's nothing." Chen Xing pulled up a chair, sat down, drank his coffee, and watched the two continue working on their movements.