HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

"Sssss—All groups, report on your preparations."

"Art team over."

"The props team will need another forty minutes."

"Sizzle—accelerate!"

Wufeng Academy in Fangyan Scenic Area.

A clear pool of water lies upside down beneath a rugged rocky mountain, where a group of people are either setting up fires or preparing explosives.

A straight path cuts through the green forest and leads directly to the edge of the pool.

Beside the road, the two actors who were filming this morning were going over their scripts.

Under the peach tree, Yifei sat on a tall rattan chair, her hair in two buns, holding a script, her little feet swinging back and forth.

Xiang Nan, sitting opposite him, looked on with envy.

The chair originally belonged to him, but Little Pudding snatched it away and stuffed it under his bottom.

This has resulted in my knees now bending at an acute angle.

Speaking of knees.

Xiang Nan looked at Yi Fei across from him.

Only a fairy-like beauty could pull off a dress woven with four colors: yellow, blue, white, and pink.

He certainly wasn't looking to see if Yifei could touch her knees to her shoulders; she could sing and dance, so this was a piece of cake.

"Hey, you big blockhead, I always feel like there's something sinister about your eyes?"

"Little Pudding, where is evil? I'll protect you."

"cut--"

She spat and pouted, ignoring him.

They say they're not evil, but they practically want to gouge their eyes out and put them on me!

Women are strange creatures: if she likes you, she won't feel disgusted if you stick your tongue out at her; if she hates you, she'll feel nauseous if you catch a glimpse of her out of the corner of your eye.

Of course, handsome guys are an exception.

Not far from the two, Liu Xiaoli watched this scene silently, feeling a pang of sorrow in her heart.

I always felt that August was not only my daughter's birthday, but also the month of losing her.

"Hey, you, don't take my picture."

As she spoke, Liu Xiaoli raised her hand to block the camera, but Feng Man dodged to the side, her digital camera still flashing red.

"Aunt Liu, you're so beautiful, are you afraid of taking pictures?"

"No," Liu's mother said, still somewhat hesitant.

She tilted her head, still blocking the camera with one hand: "Why are you taking pictures of me? I'm not an actress."

"An Easter egg!" Feng Man had her reasons.

"You're so beautiful, we should at least find a camera to capture it."

"I'm getting old!"

"Nonsense!" Feng Man put her other hand on her hip and righteously corrected Liu's mother's mistake: "Where are you old? There's not a trace of time on your face. When I first met you and Sister Qianqian, I thought you were twin sisters!"

"Huh?" Liu's mother suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She knew she was being flattered, but she couldn't help praising both her daughter and herself. "Hehehe...you child, you're exaggerating too much."

"No, that's not true. Come here, look here."

Behind Liu's mother, Xiang Nan gave a thumbs up, while Yi Fei rolled her eyes at him.

It's been several years, and Xiang Nan's thoughts are practically written all over his face.

"Don't get distracted, script!"

"Hmph—" Yifei wanted to bare her teeth, but in the end she wrinkled her nose and held back.

She opened the script and found the scene to be filmed today.

A gentle breeze ruffled her clothes and hair. She tilted her head slightly, her big, adorable eyes fixed on the ground, while she raised one hand to naturally tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

Xiang Nan's expression shifted, and he beckoned to Feng Man, the "Mission Expert," who immediately walked over quietly.

Xiang Nan took the Sony camera, placed Little Pudding in the center of the lens, and recited the lines he knew by heart: "Fairy sister, spare me!"

Hearing Xiang Nan's voice, Yi Fei wasn't surprised. She opened her mouth and began reciting from the script: "My grandma said that any man who peeks at girls bathing is a bad man, a lecher! I'll beat you up right now!"

After saying that, she made a delicate gesture with her pinky fingers, casting a spell in the air while chattering away, giving herself a voiceover: "Hmph, ha, take this!"

"puff--"

Liu's mother, who was standing nearby, almost burst out laughing, but thankfully she managed to hold it in at the crucial moment.

She looked up at the two people opposite her. Feng Man pursed her lips and lowered her head, not daring to look at them, while Xiang Nan bit his tongue and looked very interested.

"Okay!"

Xiang Nan continued to cooperate with her diligently.

Across from him, Yifei was clearly getting into character. Her coquettish eyes widened in surprise at first, then lit up with delight: "Xiaoyao? Brother Xiaoyao!"

"hiss--"

Xiang Nan shivered.

What would it feel like to be called "Brother Xiaoyao" to your face by Zhao Ling'er herself?

Anyway, Xiang Nan felt a tingling sensation all over his body.

Xiang Nan was rubbing his goosebumps, while Yi Fei hadn't finished acting yet.

"I knew you'd come back to see me! I've finally waited for you! That's great, cough cough..."

Yifei cleared her throat and pouted slightly, clearly not satisfied with her line.

"That's great, cough cough."

"That's great! That's great!"

"Pfft... Hahaha!"

The three of them laughed together, which finally brought Yifei back to her senses. Then she noticed the camera in Xiang Nan's hand.

Her face flushed red, her cheeks puffed out, and she jumped off the high stool with a thud: "How dare you! Brother Xiaoyao, you dare take such an unflattering picture of Ling'er!"

"Eh!"

Yifei reached out to grab it, but Xiang Nan quickly stood up and raised the camera high with his left hand.

"Hey!"

Seeing that the little pudding jumped twice but still couldn't reach it, Xiang Nan was amused again, and it even stirred up his childlike heart that had been dormant for decades.

He pressed his right thumb against his nose and gave Yifei, who was bouncing around his chest, a funny face attack: "Hehehe, you can't reach it, you can't reach it!"

"Big—wood—head!!!"

In the distance, Lin Yufen watched the two chasing and playing with a maternal smile. She had a feeling that the filming would be progressing very quickly!

She paused for a moment, then took out the walkie-talkie again.

"Props?"

"Sizzle—water is being poured now, dry ice is ready, we'll test the water in ten minutes."

"Um."

Lin Yufen asked one question and then fell silent.

She knew she couldn't rush things, since she had plenty of budget and time.

Xiang Nan, well, he must have been a fan of immortals in his past life.

In this life, he's even more obsequious.

Now that she's been reborn back to 02, it's impossible for her to be splashed with cold water here or frozen in Jiuzhaigou, right?

To prevent her from developing cervical spondylosis again, Xiang Nan accepted the word "lick".

What else? Steadily develop your own power?

Reborn in 02, by early 05, many of Yifei's grievances had arisen.

In three years, you didn't flatter anyone, but instead won two awards, turning yourself into a big-name director. Then you went and told Zhang Jizhong: "Don't let Yifei get involved, and don't add any 'extras celebrating' scenes."

Ha!

Does Zhang Jizhong need your money?

What business is it of mine if you're a big director?

Cameron can't control other people's film crews!

If you don't personally participate in interpersonal relationships, how will people care who you are?

But once you get involved, you have to give them advice and guidance, right? Isn't that just sucking up to them?

So Xiang Nan accepted it and chose the safest method: I'll organize the gathering.

Our company is producing "Chinese Paladin 1," yet we can't even guarantee Yifei's safety?

Right now, a group of props are used to boil water and stones in order to raise the temperature of the pool.

But Director Lin never expected that while the preparations were in place, the actors were not up to par.

At 11 a.m., Director Lin called "cut" again.

The props, who were keeping their distance, remained silent for a moment.

Here we go again? We have to burn stones again?

Lin Yufen and Yifei got dressed and called over the two lead actors.

"Xiang Nan, what's wrong with you?"

Xiang Nan scratched his face, not knowing what was wrong with him.

They've all played a role in one of Stephen Chow's movies, and they know the scripts by heart.

As soon as he saw Little Pudding's bare shoulders, he forgot his lines.

Twice!

"Ahem!" Yifei coughed and suggested, "Director Lin, how about this? We could revise the script?"

"Oh?" Director Lin became interested. "How should we change it?"

Yifei: ...