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Yan Man clutched her phone, unsure how to respond.
Ye Lin’s chat window was right in front of her, and she had just been fantasizing about what exactly?
She buried herself into the pillow, torn over how to reply.
But after a long, exhausting day, as she thought about it, she eventually fell asleep.
In her dream, she turned into a cat—adorable and coquettish.
Her daily routine involved jumping onto Ye Lin’s lap, snuggling close, rubbing against him.
And in her dream, Ye Lin wasn’t as cold as he was in reality. He gladly offered affection every time she sought petting, rubbing her chin and head or pinching her chubby paws.
He would murmur softly to her, saying the same lines from the video…
Wait, the same lines—
Yan Man abruptly woke up, opening her eyes to find that it was already morning.
She sighed, thinking how deeply Weibo had affected her.
She rose early today, had breakfast at the hotel, then asked the front desk to print some documents for her before heading to the set.
After finally managing to push Ye Lin out of her mind, she looked up just as the makeup room door opened, and the man strode in with his long legs.
Yan Man: “...”
Before Ye Lin could say anything, she thrust the document forward, preemptively saying, “Here you go… Don’t talk to me!”
...
On the side, Bi Tan curiously asked, “What’s wrong with her?”
The man chose a chair to sit on, looking at the character biography in his hand, casually remarking, “Who knows.”
For more than an hour, Ye Lin was engrossed in the material, while Yan Man closed her eyes and began meditating, focusing on self-cultivation.
Today’s scene was about the early stages of the male and female leads falling in love.
During their rehearsal, they followed the director’s instructions, immersing themselves in the roles as required.
She sat on the chair, clutching her stomach, and had just let out a soft moan when she heard the man ask—
“Uncomfortable?”
...
This wasn’t part of the script.
The theater was vast, and as the man leaned down, his amber eyes became transparent under the light, exuding a strangely lingering chill.
Yan Man was now extremely sensitive to the word “comfort.”
Uncontrollably, last night’s line echoed in her ears, “So comfortable?” whispered, teasingly malicious yet gentle, hoarse and tender.
Her head started spinning again, and she shrank her neck, “Why don’t you... stick to the script.”
The man paused, seemingly slipping out of character for a moment, reverting back to being Ye Lin.
It was then she noticed a small brown mole on his collarbone.
Within a second, he seamlessly switched back to the male lead, following the script, “Pain?”
“...”
It was all over. Now, her brain seemed to have a converter; no matter what he said, it automatically translated into some unsuitable adult content that couldn’t be broadcast.
Seeing her increasingly peculiar expression, Ye Lin finally briefly detached himself, moving back slightly, “Following the script doesn’t work, not following the script doesn’t work either. Are you allergic to my voice?”
She suddenly sat upright, covering his mouth with a serious look, “You’re right, don’t speak anymore.”
“...”
After finishing this scene with great difficulty, enduring the low murmurs in the empty theater, the man’s sarcastic tone, and—
Her lover putting a scarf around her neck, his fingertips accidentally brushing her earlobe, sending a shiver through her body.
After the scene, Yan Man curled up on the sofa, feeling like she was about to burst into flames.
Zhou Xuan: “What’s wrong with you today? Why do your ears keep turning red?”
Yan Man pulled a jacket over her head.
“Leave me alone, it’s mating season.”
“...”
For the next hour, Yan Man fully immersed herself in the script, and her heartbeat finally returned to normal.
She decided to do something else to distract herself.
Just then, Feng Ting passed by, and since they had scenes together later, Yan Man started chatting with him.
Feng Ting was two years younger than her but had more acting experience. Many of his methods were highly valuable references for her, so she learned while chatting.
Occasionally, when something funny came up, she threw out a joke, and Feng Ting quickly caught on.
Under the distant tree, Ye Lin put down the script and casually opened a book.
This book discussed the customs of the Republican era. It was part of his filming habit; to better immerse himself in the character, he would do as much research as possible until the shoot ended.
After finishing a chapter, during a break for his eyes, Bi Tan mentioned to him, “How about placing the interview with The Times in the evening?”
He didn’t care, “You decide.”
Bi Tan nodded.
The influence of top-tier celebrities meant many jobs were rejected rather than accepted. Plus, once Ye Lin joined the production, his focus was entirely on filming, and regular activities were postponed whenever possible.
Bi Tan checked his schedule with him and couldn’t help but laugh, “There might be a cover shoot with you and Yan Man later. Hey, she’s sitting over there, why not go over and bond a bit?”
“No.”
Bi Tan, seemingly trying to play matchmaker, said, “Why not? This girl has such a good personality; almost everyone in the crew likes her.”
Looking over again, he commented, “Tsk tsk, look how happy Feng Ting is…”
Thinking of something, Bi Tan continued, “Come to think of it, you two are quite a match—one who doesn’t talk much and one who…”
Ye Lin: “What does this have to do with me?”
“...”
“The way you talk,” Bi Tan was speechless, “you really can’t understand the fun of dating such a beauty. Life with her must be interesting.”
The man crossed his hands.
“If you want to date, you go.”
Bi Tan was surprised, “I’d need to be worthy too.”
“...”
Soon, it was time for Yan Man’s scene. She changed into her costume and got ready to film.
They filmed continuously throughout the afternoon.
As dusk settled, the setting sun resembled a perfectly ripe salted egg yolk.
Ye Lin stayed seated, calmly arranging his time, and had read more than half of his book.
From afar, someone called Yan Man’s name, “That scene is done, Teacher Man Man, you’ve worked hard, come on up!”
Ye Lin placed a bookmark, not lifting his eyes.
Bi Tan looked at him, then glanced across, as if holding back for a long time, finally unable to resist gossiping, “Do you really feel nothing for Yan Man?”
The noise of filming echoed from the other side; they were shooting a water scene.
Yan Man’s character was kidnapped, first thrown into bushes, then submerged in water, gagged with duct tape for hours, unable to speak or move.
In this weather, the haystacks were full of insects.
Ye Lin had experienced such scenes and knew how grueling they were.
Thus, when he inadvertently glanced over and saw her face full of grievances, he wasn’t surprised.
But her expression was even worse than he imagined. Her lips were downturned, her features scrunched up, looking utterly dejected.
It was clear she was used to living a pampered life, unable to endure any hardship, born to be cherished.
The man withdrew his gaze, answering Bi Tan’s earlier question.
“A little princess with nothing but beauty, do you think I’d like that?”
As his words fell, Yan Man finally untied the ropes and ran to the shore to dry her hair.
Her eyes lowered, as if soaked for too long, her voice muffled, “Feels awful.”
Her skin was sensitive; her wrists and ankles were red, and her legs had various scratches.
Even Zhou Xuan felt sorry for her, “Is filming this torturous?”
“No.”
Yan Man was in great distress, “I can’t stand five hours without talking. Isn’t that like killing me?”
Zhou Xuan: “….”
Ye Lin: “….”
In the evening, Yan Man stayed on set, continuing to prepare for filming. Zhou Xuan handed her a tube of ointment.
Zhou Xuan: “Apply this quickly; such beautiful legs would be a shame with marks.”
Not only were there scratches on her legs, but also bug bites. Zhou Xuan watched for a moment, feeling sorry again, but when she looked up, Yan Man was telling jokes to the crew.
Zhou Xuan: “….”
Wasted effort.
Such a beautiful person, alas with a mouth.
As if wanting to make up for the afternoon’s silence, Yan Man talked nonstop, making the crew laugh repeatedly. Eventually, several people gathered around her, forming a circle.
Zhou Xuan was used to this. Back in school, Yan Man’s seat was always the liveliest during breaks.
To control her, the teacher deliberately assigned the quietest girl in class to sit beside her. By the end of the semester, that girl talked even more than her.
She was like a little sun, always bringing endless energy to those around her.
After the mid-break ended, it was time to film.
Yan Man didn’t feel much about the injuries on her legs, only glad that she could still talk—it was truly wonderful.
The next scene was a confrontation with Ye Lin. She held a cup, chatting with the production assistant. When he arrived, she waved, “Good evening, Teacher Ye.”
Her tone was like a barometer, unfiltered, straightforward—whether happy or awkward, it was always obvious at a glance.
At this moment, the clouds cleared, and the sun peeked out again.
Ye Lin glanced at her, then withdrew his gaze.
Today’s scene was from the early stages of their relationship when they were lovers, adoring each other, going to buy cloud cakes and bickering along the way.
After filming, Yan Man asked the director for the sample footage and sat there carefully examining it.
Yan Man: “This style seems pretty good too.”
Zhou Xuan saw through her, “Got new inspiration for a CP video?”
She looked up, surprised, “How did you know?”
“….”
You’ve written your thoughts all over your face, my princess.
After filming, Yan Man didn’t idle. She wandered back to Ye Lin.
Mainly because she had nothing else to do.
She took the small bear keychain from her bag, hooked it on her fingertip, and forced a topic.
“Teacher Ye,” she smiled brightly, “I bought this on my first day at the film city. It’s quite meaningful; I’ll give it to you.”
“No.”
“Oh, come on, take it.”
Without waiting for him to respond, Yan Man placed the keychain on the table in front of him.
She demonstrated, pressing the bear’s heart, “It has a speaker here. Look, press it, and it makes a heartbeat sound.”
She was quite theatrical, deliberately placing her palm in front of him, “So, my heart is yours. Please take it and treasure it carefully.”
“…”
As soon as she finished, she was quickly called back to filming.
When she returned, Ye Lin had already left, and the bear remained untouched on the table.
Yan Man wasn’t surprised, pursing her lips, and happily hung it back on herself.
The crew reset the scene, and everyone waited for the next shot.
Filming often meant spending half the time waiting.
Ye Lin went into the RV, leaning back in the chair to rest.
Outside was still noisy, and the sounds were clearly audible.
Someone teased Feng Ting, “Xiao Ting, aren’t you going to record a quiz show soon? How much have you memorized?”
Feng Ting: “I’ve skimmed through it twice, memorized some.”
“Let me test you?”
“Sure, I’ll try.”
The person opened the outline and randomly picked a question.
“Which famous painter created ‘The Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River’?”
Feng Ting stuttered, “….”
Yan Man was doodling on the script, relaxed, so she blurted out, “Gu Kaizhi.”
The person’s eyes lit up, “Correct! Gu Kaizhi!”
“Second question, what does Ms refer to in monetary equilibrium?—Xiao Ting, you should know this one, right?”
Feng Ting thought for a long time, and finally, Yan Man answered for him, “Nominal money supply.”
Feng Ting was surprised, “How do you even know that!”
Yan Man shrugged, “I studied finance.”
Sometimes she hated her inherent diligence as a finance student.
Soon, the third question came, “What is Newton’s First Law also known as?”
This time, Feng Ting thought for a moment and finally spoke.
“…Universal Gravitation?”
Instant laughter erupted, “Do you only know that?!”
Feng Ting looked pleadingly at Yan Man, “Sister, see how unfriendly they are, picking things I don’t know! These are so hard!”
“Inertia law, how is that difficult? You’re a science student, did you fall asleep in class?” Yan Man said, leaning back on the chair, pen tip still moving.
Another round of laughter, the atmosphere grew even warmer.
The person tapped the outline, getting more excited, “Correct, inertia law.”
“All right, Xiao Ting, the previous ones weren’t your specialty, understandable. Let’s switch to something related to filming.”
“What movie term is commonly used to indicate elusive truth?”
This time, Feng Ting cleverly pointed at Yan Man.
Yan Man leaned back on the chair, pen tip never stopping, “Rashomon.”
“What racetrack in the UK hosts the modern Formula One World Championship?”
This question was a bit obscure, but she had coincidentally seen it yesterday.
“Silverstone,” she drew out the syllables, as if muttering to herself, marking a star next to the important scene, mumbling, “Silverstone Circuit.”
Those present were shocked, including Bi Tan inside the RV.
Bi Tan was greatly astonished, “Even with an outline, Feng Ting didn’t get it, how does she know everything?”
Searching on his phone, he found the reason, “Oh! She’s a top student. Yan Man is amazing, double degree, majoring in finance, minor in Chinese classical literature.”
“These two can be combined?”
Bi Tan read the page aloud, wanting Ye Lin to join in the excitement, but just as he looked up from his phone—
The previously reclined man had slowly opened his eyes, gazing in her direction.
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