I entered Huayu Entertainment in 2016.

Zhou Ye stood at the edge of the stage, glanced at Wang Zian from afar, his lips moved, but he ultimately said nothing, and turned to walk to Zhang Ruonan's side.

Wang Chunzai sat in the folding chair behind the monitor, holding the thermos cup he always carried with him. His gaze swept lightly between the two people, and he frowned slightly.

She sensed something was amiss, but didn't say anything.

Getting into character is like having a fever. As long as you don't get so high that you lose your mind, forcibly bringing the fever down can actually harm your health.

Let them burn it all on their own; once it's thoroughly burned, the heat will dissipate naturally.

"The final battle, action!"

Wang Zian turned around and looked into Liu Haochun's eyes.

He delivered the line he had prepared for a long time, his voice not loud, but every word was clearly audible in the empty theater.

Liu Haochun looked up at him, her doe-like eyes brimming with tears, but she didn't let them fall.

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"Click!"

"Filming for 'Red Dress' has wrapped up!"

With Lao Li's loud shout, the atmosphere that had been suppressed for several hours on set suddenly burst open, like a balloon punctured by a needle.

Applause erupted from behind the curtain. Old Yang led the way, clapping loudly. Tian Xiwei rushed over from the stage entrance and stood below, clapping with her head tilted back. Zhang Ruonan stood up from the corner, still holding her notebook, and joined in the applause.

On stage, Wang Zi'an let out a long breath. In order to make the scenes that required opera skills more solid, he and Lao Li specially adjusted the shooting order, putting all the most difficult scenes in the last few days, leaving enough time for him and Liu Haochun to learn opera from Li Yunxiao.

The result was that these three days were absolutely exhausting.

Liu Haochun stood beside him and breathed a sigh of relief.

Her eyes still glistened with tears that hadn't completely dried as her gaze slowly swept across the crowd below the stage.

The backstage staff clapping, Xiaoqi, the makeup artist wiping away tears with a smile, and Lao Yang giving her a thumbs up.

Finally, she looked up and her gaze fell on Wang Zi'an, who was standing next to her with a happy smile.

My first official film role has wrapped up.

The experiences of the past two weeks began to flash rapidly through her mind.

The nervousness of standing at the entrance of the Beijing Dance Academy waiting for the bus on the first day; the embarrassment of looking at the camera helplessly under the spotlight for the first time; being criticized by Wang Chunzai for speaking too softly, and then hiding backstage to practice breathing against the wall; the excitement of seeing Li Yunxiao nod at her when she sang that Kunqu opera piece completely for the first time on stage.

All the images flashed by as if they had been fast-forwarded, finally freezing at this very moment.

She stood on the stage, facing the person who had told her from the very beginning, "You can definitely perform well."

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, not because she was too immersed in the role, but because the moment she came out of character, she suddenly realized that this period of time was truly over.

Liu Haochun looked at him with teary eyes, as if she had been pushed by some force she couldn't explain. Suddenly, she turned around and hugged Wang Zian.

Her hands were wrapped around his waist, her face buried in the hollow of his shoulder, and her shoulders were trembling slightly.

Wang Zian was taken aback.

He could feel several pairs of eyes falling on him at the same moment.

Old Li's hand, which was raising his glass, froze in mid-air. Xiao Tian's mouth opened halfway. Zhou Ye's eyes seemed to be suddenly burned by something. Zhang Ruonan smiled mockingly. As for Teacher Wang and Li Yunxiao, let's not talk about them.

But if you push her away at this moment, the situation will be even more awkward.

He turned around and accepted the hug at a perfect distance, just the right distance between friends.

"Alright, that's a wrap."

He lowered his voice so low that only she could hear it, "It's time to wake up; you are Liu Haochun."

He gently patted Liu Haochun's back, then slowly released his hand.

Liu Haochun understood what he meant.

She slowly loosened her arms from around his waist, took a step back, and wiped the tears from her face.

She silently repeated her name three times in her mind.

Then she looked up and smiled at Wang Zi'an. "Thank you, Brother Zi'an."

"Of course!" Wang Zian nodded to her, then jumped off the stage and went to the monitor to watch the playback.

His movements were natural and swift, as if what had just happened was just a normal hug between actors after filming wrapped.

Tian Xiwei and Li Yunxiao immediately surrounded them.

Tian Xiwei put her arm around Liu Haochun's shoulder, her smile as bright as if she had won Best Actress.

"Haochun! Your acting was amazing! That look in your eyes was incredible! I got goosebumps watching it from the edge of the stage."

Li Yunxiao followed, placing her hands clasped in front of her, and slightly tilting her head to look at Liu Haochun, sincerely commenting:

"His performance was excellent. Especially the last scene, the transition from calm to explosion was very well done, the emotional layers were very well developed. When I was watching from the audience, I forgot I was on set."

Compared to the excitement of the two, Liu Haochun seemed uninterested, only managing a faint smile and softly saying, "Thank you."

Seeing Liu Haochun's state, Tian Xiwei reached out and shook her shoulder, the gesture intimate yet firm. "Haochun, I know what's wrong with you. But filming is finished, it's time to wake up."

Liu Haochun himself was well aware of this.

She knows what it means to get into character, and she also knows that she is currently in the process of getting out of character.

She smiled and nodded, her voice still soft, but her tone more sincere than ever before.

"Give me a few days, I'll be out." She didn't like making others worry about her.

Zhou Ye had already run to the monitor and stood behind Wang Zi'an, not saying a word, just staring intently at the back of his head.

Wang Zian watched the playback from beginning to end, confirmed that there was no problem with the footage, and then suddenly turned around. He saw Zhou Ye staring at him with the kind of look one would give a criminal suspect, and he almost took a step back in fright.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Ye asked worriedly, "Are you alright? You didn't end up like Liu Haochun..."

"Don't worry, I can get out of character quickly." Wang Zian gave her an OK sign.

Old Li sat in front of the monitor, pretending to adjust the parameters for the next game. His eyes were fixed on the screen, his neck stiff as if he had a stiff neck, and he didn't dare to look even an inch to the side.

Wang Chunzai turned to look at him and nodded unconsciously. "Your talent surpasses theirs. You can get out of character very quickly. Not bad."

"Hehe~! Teacher Wang, I'm fine; but Haochun might need your help. I won't be going over~!"

Wang Chunzai nodded expressionlessly, picked up his thermos, and walked towards Liu Haochun.

Once she was out of sight, Wang Zian suddenly felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his waist.

Zhou Ye's hand was pinching the thinnest piece of flesh on his waist, and he twisted it hard.

What are you doing?

"Your acting is too good, I'm feeling unbalanced!" Zhou Ye withdrew his hand with a straight face, as if the pinching action just now was the most natural thing in the world.

"When we're filming 'The British Museum' later, if your eye acting isn't as good as it is today, I'll pinch you every day."

"Get this straight; 'The British Museum' is all your screen time, I'm just a decorative leading man."

"The little jade pot is the main character; I'm just someone who came to help at best."

Whether this film succeeds or not depends on you. You want me to showcase my acting skills as a pretty face? Isn't that making things difficult for a pretty face?

Wang Zian rubbed the spot where he had been pinched and took a half step back.

How could Prince An possibly accept Zhou Ye's words?

Not to mention the inappropriate amount of screen time, the character's role is also inappropriate.

If he agrees to this, and then fails to keep his promise, what if Zhou Ye makes a scene?

Do not readily agree to requests that are detrimental to unity.