He plays Feng Yuxiu, and his girlfriend is a fairy-like beauty.

Hung Kam-po waved to the center of the field.

"Ye Mo, come here for a second."

Ye Mo was squatting in front of the monitor discussing the next lighting position with Ye Weixin when he heard him being called, so he jogged over.

The white suit sleeves were stained with blood, and the blond hair was damp with sweat, making him look like he had just been called over from a street fight.

"Teacher Hong, you wanted to see me?"

Hung Kam-po pointed to the middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses next to him.

Do you know this person?

Ye Mo turned his head.

Slightly wavy hair, a dark jacket, and sharp eyes—the kind of sharpness that comes from someone who's spent thirty years on set and can tell at a glance whether someone is usable or not.

Of course he knows.

"Director Liu Weiqiang." Ye Mo bowed slightly, unable to suppress the smirk on his face, "There's only one Hao Nan in Causeway Bay—I've watched that movie at least a hundred times."

Liu Weiqiang paused for a moment, then laughed.

It wasn't a polite laugh; it was the kind of laugh that tickled the itch when someone accurately recited one's signature work.

Have you seen it?

"I can recite the scene where Crow flips the table by heart: 'Difficult? Then don't do it!'—and then he flips the table. After watching it, I thought the villains in Hong Kong movies were so damn charismatic."

Liu Weiqiang laughed even harder, then turned to Hong Jinbao and said, "Old Hong, this kid even remembers to flip the table."

"I told you so," Hong Jinbao said slowly, holding his Pu'er tea. "He always manages to surprise you."

Liu Weiqiang stopped smiling and looked Ye Mo up and down.

"I heard from Teacher Hong that you'll be wrapping up filming for 'SPL' in two more days?"

"Yes, Ah Jie doesn't have many scenes. He'll be done in about two more days."

"Any plans after filming wraps up?"

Not yet.

Liu Weiqiang and Hong Jinbao exchanged a glance.

Hung Kam-po put down his teacup: "Ye Mo, Director Liu is currently preparing a new film, a dual male lead, a policeman and an undercover agent. The role of the undercover agent hasn't been decided yet, and he wants you to audition for a scene."

Ye Mo's mind went blank for a moment.

Two male leads? Police officer and undercover agent? Liu Weiqiang? These three words put together can only mean one movie.

But he couldn't show it on his face—he couldn't let anyone know that he already knew which one it was.

When will we try it?

"After you finish filming, come to my studio sometime."

"Okay." Ye Mo realized he had answered too quickly, and added, "Thank you, Director Liu, for giving me this opportunity."

Liu Weiqiang looked at him and pushed up his glasses: "It wasn't me who gave you the opportunity, it was Lao Hong who recommended you. I've known him for over twenty years, and he's recommended actors to me no more than three times."

Ye Mo turned to look at Hong Jinbao.

Hung Kam-po was drinking tea, his expression suggesting that what he had just said had nothing to do with him.

"Don't look at me." Hong Jinbao didn't put down his teacup. "If you don't do well, Lao Liu still won't want you."

"I know."

But his heart was already churning.

Just when you're about to fall asleep, a pillow is delivered to your door—I was wondering what to do next after filming wrapped.

The popularity of Running Man is temporary, but the quality of the show is what matters in the long run.

He can't live off Feng Yuxiu for the rest of his life.

The film that Liu Weiqiang is working on is the last peak of Hong Kong cinema and the dream of every actor.

This is an opportunity to jump from playing villains to playing the "protagonist".

"Director Liu, I'll prepare for the next couple of days and then I'll come over after filming wraps up."

Liu Weiqiang nodded, took out his phone, and added her on WeChat.

As he reached the door, he turned back.

"By the way—the scene where he flips the table took eleven takes."

Ye Mo paused for a moment, then laughed: "Because Yao Yang lifts it in a different direction every time?"

Liu Weiqiang pointed at him, said nothing, and left.

Hong Jinbao stood up and patted Ye Mo on the shoulder.

"Prepare well."

Four words.

The tone wasn't harsh, but the weight was significant.

At the same time, in Yanjing (Beijing).

Liu Yifei was curled up on the sofa peeling an orange, with the TV on, showing a variety show that she didn't watch at all.

With an orange segment dangling from his mouth, he swiped his fingers across his phone screen, scrolling through the comments section after last night's Running Man episode aired.

The corners of his mouth would occasionally twitch upwards.

The door opened.

Liu's mother walked in.

She hadn't changed her high heels, hadn't put down her bag, and her expression looked like she'd just finished a board meeting where shareholders were collectively attacking her.

Liu Yifei looked up and slowed down her chewing of the orange.

"Mom? Didn't you say you wouldn't be back until this afternoon?"

"You're back early." Liu's mother sat down at the other end of the sofa, picked up the TV remote, and snapped it to mute. "I watched 'Running Man.' Is there something you haven't told me?"

Liu Yifei swallowed the orange, her expression innocent.

"What is it?"

"Ye Mo, he also went on Running Man."

Liu Yifei blinked: "Hehe!"

"Liu Yifei." The full name and surname indicate the highest level of warning.

Liu Yifei put down the orange and sat up straight.

"Mom, I really didn't know he was invited too. The production team won't show me the list of other guests—"

"Don't give me that," Liu's mother interrupted her. "What did you tell me back then? You said you wanted to go on this variety show to relax—relax? Is this how you relax?"

Liu Yifei opened her mouth, but no words came out.

"I knew something was off. You never proactively mentioned wanting to be on variety shows, but suddenly you came to me saying you wanted to be on Running Man, saying things like Angelababy was there, Wang Baoqiang was there, and it would be nice to go have some fun—I thought you genuinely wanted to go, but what happened? Were you just playing hard to get?"

"No--"

"You knew I didn't want you to have any contact with him, yet you still helped him secretly go to record a variety show together—Liu Yifei, you've really got some nerve."

Liu Yifei looked down at her fingernails and remained silent for three seconds.

Then he raised his head.

"Mom, this is a show of the Running Man caliber—do you think it's appropriate for me not to go? Angelababy went, and which A-list female celebrity isn't vying for variety show exposure? The production team invited me because of my popularity; if I don't go, it's just making way for other shows. What does that have to do with Ye Mo?"

"It's related; you went, and he went too."

"That was arranged by the production team."

"You're still being stubborn."

"I'm not just being stubborn." Liu Yifei's tone hardened. "Mom, let's be reasonable. The production team invited two guest stars, one was him and the other was me. Can I tell the production team, 'I demand to be replaced by Ye Mo'? The next day it would be trending on social media—'Liu Yifei is acting like a diva and refuses to share the stage with Ye Mo.' Is that good for me?"

Liu's mother was stunned for a moment.

She hadn't considered this logic.

"So you didn't say a word to him the whole time?"

"I said, he said hello, Ye Mo, and I said hello, Liu Yifei. The whole country saw it."

Liu's mother stared into her eyes.

Liu Yifei also stared into her mother's eyes.

The eye contact lasted for five seconds.

Finally, Liu's mother looked away, picked up an orange from the coffee table, peeled a segment, and put it in her mouth.

"You think I don't know what you're thinking? You say it's okay, but you secretly wish you could film the show with him. And after filming, you're still here posting comments—you think I didn't see it?"

While her mother was peeling an orange, Liu Yifei quickly flipped her phone over.

"I'm looking at Angelababy's Weibo, she's gaining followers so fast."

"Do you think I'm blind?"

The phone rang.

Liu's mother's cell phone.

She glanced at the caller ID, stood up, and went to the balcony to answer it.

Before leaving the living room, she glanced back at her daughter.

"This isn't over yet. Let me finish this call first."

The door closed behind me.

Liu Yifei let out a long sigh and sank into the sofa.

He picked up the orange, then put it down again.

Two things were on her mind: her mother's lecture wasn't over yet, and on her phone screen, in Ye Mo's Weibo comment section, one of the top ten most popular comments was written by an unknown alternate account—

"Ye Mo has such great variety show skills! She and someone else are a perfect match in terms of their contrasting personalities!"

It was accompanied by an emoji with eyes sparkling with hearts.

If her mother saw this comment, she might just send her away, sofa and all.

Liu Yifei took a deep breath, opened the chat window with Ye Mo, and typed a line of text.

"My mom found out you're on Running Man too, and she just scolded me."

send.

Then she leaned back on the sofa and popped an orange into her mouth.

Wait for him to return.

After waiting for about thirty seconds, I picked up my phone again.

Under that comment with its unexpected cuteness, a more discreet alternate account liked it again.

......