HuaYu14: Female celebrities are going too fast.

Meng Ziyi followed Li Yitong's gaze toward the door. The conference room door was pushed open a crack, and Zhou Xun slipped in.

Zhou Xun was not late; there were still five minutes until 2 o'clock.

He was wearing a simple black T-shirt, and his hair was slightly messy.

The moment Meng Ziyi saw him, she unconsciously raised her right hand and waved at him.

Suddenly realizing that this action was too obvious in the quiet conference room, he quickly withdrew his hand and pointed to the empty seat next to him.

His lips couldn't help but curl upwards.

Zhou Xun walked over, sat down to her right, placed his phone face down on the table, and glanced at her sideways:

"Did you just send me a message? I didn't have time to check it on the way."

"No... I sent it, just a reminder not to be late," Meng Ziyi said softly, her gaze sweeping over his hair. "Where did you go? Your hair is all messed up."

"I went out for a while and met a friend," Zhou Xun replied casually, without going into details.

Meng Ziyi said "Oh," and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a very shallow mark on the web of his left hand, as if it had been strangled by something.

Her mouth moved faster than her brain; by the time she realized what she'd said, the words were already out: "What happened to your hand?"

Zhou Xun glanced down, rubbed his hands together, and casually said:

"From practicing shooting."

"I didn't see you practicing your spear yesterday afternoon," Meng Ziyi said, her brows furrowing slightly. "Weren't you teaching me swordsmanship the whole time? You didn't have any in your hands when the afternoon ended."

"I was so busy teaching you that I was afraid I'd get rusty," Zhou Xun said with a smile, "so I practiced in my room for a while tonight."

Meng Ziyi said "Oh," lowered her eyes, and looked down at her script.

At exactly 2:00, Guo Jingyu stood up and slammed the storyboard onto the table.

In an instant, all the hushed conversations in the conference room ceased.

He walked to the whiteboard, picked up a marker, and wrote two lines: "Schedule for the start of filming of 'The New Legend of the Condor Heroes'".

"The opening ceremony will be held tomorrow morning at 7:30 AM in Studio 1, Area A. All lead actors must be present..."

"The first scene to be filmed the day after tomorrow is the martial arts contest between Yang Kang and Mu Nianci to find a husband."

Guo Jingyu's gaze swept across both sides of the long table through her glasses, finally settling on Zhou Xun and Meng Ziyi. "This scene is the first major scene of the entire play, and it is also the first encounter between Yang Kang and Mu Nianci."

"Zhou Xun, Meng Ziyi, how are your preparations going?"

Meng Ziyi sat up straight instinctively: "Ready, Director Guo."

Zhou Xun simply nodded, his expression as calm as ever.

Guo Jingyu nodded in satisfaction, and turned another page of the storyboard:

"Following the martial arts contest for marriage is the first confrontation between Yang Kang and Guo Jing. Yang Xuwen, are you ready?"

Yang Xuwen sat at the other end of the long table, her back straight, her voice a few decibels louder than usual:

"Ready, Director Guo."

As he said this, he glanced at Zhou Xun across the long table.

"Okay." Guo Jingyu closed the storyboard. "Today is the last all-hands meeting before filming begins, so I won't waste any time..."

While the meeting was in full swing, the paparazzi, terrified, were just waking up in their rented apartment in the early hours of the morning.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?"

Upon waking, he was bombarded with three questions that left even himself bewildered.

He tapped his head. "I remember being in the underground parking garage at dawn. What did you see?"

The paparazzi took the camera and looked through the photos. There was no one there except for the empty parking lot.

His memories seemed to have been ripped out of his mind: "I clearly encountered something very important, so why can't I remember it?"

"Ah... Mom, I don't remember, I really don't remember!"

……

The meeting lasted until 5 p.m., with not a single word of nonsense and not a single point of emphasis.

"Alright, that concludes today's meeting." Guo Jingyu picked up her thermos and took a sip. "Make sure you remember the key points I made today. If anyone causes trouble later, I won't let them off easily!"

The actors on either side of the long table closed their scripts and let out a long sigh.

"Meeting adjourned!"

A round of enthusiastic applause erupted in the conference room.

Meng Ziyi stood up with Zhou Xun and suddenly spoke:

"Zhou Xun, let's have our last meal together!"

Zhou Xun turned to look at her, his face expressionless: "Thank you for wishing me immortality."

"No, that's not what I meant." Meng Ziyi's face flushed red instantly, and she hurriedly waved her hand. "I meant the last meal before filming starts."

"Thank you for wishing me endless acting opportunities."

Meng Ziyi's face flushed crimson at his serious misinterpretation. Both anxious and embarrassed, she gently patted Zhou Xun's arm, glaring at him angrily, her voice tinged with a coquettish reproach:

"Zhou Xun! You did this on purpose, didn't you!"

"I just wanted to have a meal together before filming started for 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes', that's all. I didn't have any other random blessings to offer!"

After Meng Ziyi finished speaking, she realized that everyone in the conference room was looking in her direction.

Old Chen was tidying up the training records on the table when he heard this. He glanced up and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

Yang Xuwen walked across the other side of the long table, paused for a second, and then looked away expressionlessly, striding out of the conference room.

Meng Ziyi's toes dug into the ground, wishing she could dig out a three-bedroom apartment to hide inside.

She lowered her head, using the script to cover half her face, and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth:

"It's all your fault, the whole group heard it."

Zhou Xun leaned against the table, watching her flustered yet hesitant expression, and a smile appeared on his lips.

He freed his hand, patted the script she was using to cover her face, and teased:

"You were the one who shouted so loudly, what does it have to do with me?"

"You..." Meng Ziyi put the script down, intending to retaliate.

Li Yitong walked by and handed her an unopened bottle of mineral water at the opportune moment:

"Have a drink of water and calm down. We have a makeup photoshoot tomorrow, and the makeup artist will complain if your face is too red."

Meng Ziyi took the water bottle and angrily unscrewed the cap, as if she wanted to vent her anger on it.

Mineral water: Family, what does this mean? If I met an ordinary woman today, I should die in the factory.

Li Yitong turned her gaze to Zhou Xun, a gentle smile playing on her lips:

"Teacher Zhou Xun, my daughter Ziyi has been thinking about what to eat since yesterday in order to invite you to dinner."

"She even prepared a menu, with three options:..."

"She said you've been making her train too hard lately and she needs to replenish her energy."

"Tongtong!" Meng Ziyi almost choked on the water and moved the water bottle away from her mouth.

Water droplets splashed onto his chin, then slid down his neck into the bottomless abyss.

She didn't bother wiping herself, holding the water bottle in one hand and covering Li Yitong's mouth with the other, speaking twice as fast as usual:

"Stop talking! You're not allowed to say anything more!"

"Who...who prepared this especially for him?! I was just looking at the menu! Don't talk nonsense!"

When Zhou Xun heard Li Yitong say "my Ziyi", he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Could it be that the rumor "Tongxi Weimin" is true?

Seeing Meng Ziyi's expression, Zhou Xun stopped thinking about it.

Unable to contain his smile any longer, he pulled a crumpled tissue from his pocket and handed it to Meng Ziyi:

"Wipe your chin."

Meng Ziyi blushed, reached out and took it, mechanically wiping her chin:

"Why is your tissue all crumpled? Did you leave it in the toilet?"

Zhou Xun nodded and gave a thumbs up:

"Congratulations, you answered correctly, but there's no reward."

Now only the three of them remained in the meeting room. Meng Ziyi could no longer hold back and slammed her small fist heavily into Zhou Xun's chest.

"Zhou Xun!"

The soft fists hitting Zhou Xun seemed to be a kind of enjoyment to him.

"Okay, I was just kidding. It wasn't leftover from the toilet."

Meng Ziyi stared at him: "Really?"

"real."

Looking into Zhou Xun's extremely serious eyes, Meng Ziyi decided to believe him for the time being.

"So, are you going or not?"

"go!"

Zhou Xun had used up a lot of his food supplies in the morning and at noon, skipped lunch, and then had several hours of meetings in the afternoon. Now he was starving.

"That's more like it." Meng Ziyi put the script into her bag, then turned to her friend Li Yitong, "Tongtong, what about you?"

Li Yitong glanced between the two of them and smiled as she declined.

"I have something to do tonight, so I won't go. Let's make it up another time."

"That's such a pity." Meng Ziyi feigned regret, taking Li Yitong's arm. "Then you should go back early. Zhou Xun and I will have dinner and then go back."

"OK."

Zhou Xun stood to the side, shaking his head and chuckling.

The two walked out of the conference room side by side. Meng Ziyi turned her head to look at Zhou Xun and asked:

"What do you want to eat?"

"It's a private kitchen restaurant! I had it last time and it was pretty good."

"Okay." Meng Ziyi walked beside him, her ponytail swaying behind her head. "Then I'll call the boss and reserve a private room."

She glanced at Zhou Xun with a smile, a chicken-in-the-way idea forming in her mind.