Huayu: I'm reborn, but you still force me to be a scumbag?

Chapter 595 Spring Has Arrived (Revised)
The thought that something terrible was about to happen had just flashed through Chen Nuo's mind, but before he could take any action, things had already spiraled out of control.

The color of Ayase Haruka's V-neck pants, which were originally dark gray, began to spread rapidly from the center outwards at a visible speed, and in an instant, the gray turned into a shocking dark black.

Immediately afterwards, a stream of liquid gushed out from directly below, then split into several small streams on the left and right sides, flowing down her thighs.

"Woo——"

Ayase Haruka continued to emit suppressed sobs, her body twisting violently like a madwoman, her chest heaving with each tremor, her long legs repeatedly squeezing and then futilely separating, her whole being like a large white fish that had been caught and pulled ashore, struggling desperately.

But the liquid continued to gush out, and in just a short while, it pooled into a large puddle on the wooden floor.

A faint scent quickly filled the air.

……

Ten minutes later.

The floor had been swept clean, and the door was open, letting in a fresh night breeze.

Haruka Ayase was eating sushi with her back to him. Although she had just mopped and wiped the floor, probably going back and forth seven or eight times, her neck and cheeks still looked flushed.

Clearly, the humiliation of incontinence was not something she could easily shake off.

So Chen Nuo picked up the shooting schedule for the next day and started reading it.

It's worth mentioning that Quentin Tarantino's production crew's call sheet was probably the most detailed he'd ever seen during all his time on set.

The notice was filled with dense details, clearly outlining the next day's session, camera number, camera position, his arrival time, and makeup time.

Although he was one of the main characters and was always the one to arrive on time every day, it was still written out above.

This call sheet is just like Quentin Tarantino himself. Outsiders may think he's easygoing, but in reality, he's the most meticulous director they've ever met, second only to Nolan.

The performance demands extremely high standards from the actors; their lines, expressions, and movements must all strictly adhere to the script.

Just then, a gradually clearer sound of conversation came from the corridor.

"...When I heard the director say that, I really wanted to laugh. Who the hell would have thought that Quentin Tarantino's movie would have its shooting schedule shortened?"

"Haha, after hearing the news, I called my wife and asked her to bring the kids to pray for Nuochen during dinner, to thank him for allowing our family to be reunited sooner. But actually, I'm quite worried. Do you know how badly that Japanese woman acted last time?"

"I've heard them say it, is it really that bad?"

"It's terrible, especially after watching Chen's performance just the day before. Watching her again, omg, it's a complete disaster. I think it would be hard to find an actress in the Screen Actors Guild in Hollywood who performed worse than her. If she continues like this, do you think you can finish filming in four months? Dream on!"

"Oh shit, if she's that bad, why did the director choose her in the first place?"

"Of course, because she's with Sony. Everyone in the world knows what the cast of Quentin Tarantino, Noel Quinn, and Leonardo DiCaprio means. Sony invested $2 million, so of course they wanted to put their own people in there."

"...those damn capitalists."

"Sigh, all I hope now is that she can learn something real from Chen, instead of..."

The two walked over while chatting. When they passed by, they saw the door was wide open, glanced inside, and were immediately startled. They shut their mouths and quickly walked over.

Chen Nuo sniffed around and felt that the smell in the room had mostly dissipated, so he stood up, closed the door, and said, "Come out, they're gone."

Ayase Haruka then came out of the bathroom with her head down.

When the two men mentioned 'Japanese woman,' the woman ran into the bathroom. Chen Nuo didn't know how much of the subsequent conversation she overheard or understood. But looking at the woman's current state—

Well, the outlook isn't good.

However, after thinking about it, he said as he had planned, "Haruka-chan, I think you can go back today."

Ayase Haruka was already in a very bad mood, and Chen Nuo's words were like a heavy hammer blow to her heart. In that instant, she felt as if she had fallen into an abyss.

"Chen, Chen Jun..." She tried to calm her breathing, but her voice trembled like a leaf falling in the wind. Nevertheless, she managed to finish her sentence, "...Are you going to give up on me?"

After saying that, the tears that hadn't fallen before suddenly streamed down her face.

“It’s not that I’m giving up, it’s that I have nothing left to teach you.” Teacher Chen said calmly, “Just remember that feeling from just now, remember how your emotions erupted. If you can perform about 70 or 80 percent of that on set, you will definitely be able to meet the director’s requirements.”

If Ayase Haruka had heard the man say that five minutes earlier, she might have actually done it.

She was so ashamed she wanted to die, wishing she could disappear into the ground. Every moment in that room—no, every moment in front of Mr. Chen Nuo—replayed in her mind the sharp pain in her chest and the sudden weakness in her legs. She couldn't help but imagine how pathetic she must have looked in Mr. Chen Nuo's eyes at that moment.

Whenever she thought of this, she really wished she could escape from this room immediately.

Because it was like a scene from a late-night Japanese movie. A scene that she used to only frown at and find disgusting.

She never imagined that one day, such a thing would actually happen to her.

And, of course, it happened right in front of him.

However, five minutes later, when she was in the bathroom and overheard the conversation outside, realizing how much trouble and inconvenience she had caused to the rest of the crew, she couldn't care less about that now.

The humiliation of being looked down upon and belittled is far greater than physical and physiological shame for any Japanese person.

"Chen Jun..."

She called out softly, then with a thud, knelt down, crossed her hands on the ground in front of her, and buried her head, her forehead against the back of her hands. "Please don't abandon me! I know my acting skills aren't perfect yet, and I know I need to continue. Please, let me continue to receive your guidance until you are truly satisfied! Please."

"Wait a minute, what are you doing?" Chen Nuo was slightly startled and immediately stood up to pull her away.

But to his surprise, Ayase Haruka was surprisingly strong; even with half his strength, he couldn't pull her away.

"Mr. Chen, please continue to teach me..." The woman looked up at him, her eyes blurry with tears, "Please, I beg you."

Chen Nuo frowned slightly.

He realized that this woman was getting stuck on something.

These days, he cares most about what others think. Judging from Ayase Haruka's expression, he was clearly greatly stimulated and hurt by what those two people said earlier. If he were to force them to leave, who knows what might happen.

He always has a conscience, wouldn't he feel guilty to death then?

Having thought this through, Chen the Philanthropist could only shake his head and sigh, "Fine, stay if you want."

Ayase Haruka's face immediately lit up with joy. "Hi! Arigato gezaimasu, thank you, Chen-kun. I will definitely continue to work hard!"

……

...Night.

A sheltered spot on a rocky hill in the western wilderness.

A bonfire was burning brightly, its flames dancing in the night, casting a rosy glow on the faces of the man and girl beside it.

The man stared blankly at the white object in his hand. The firelight illuminated his face, his brows slightly lowered, and his thick eyelashes cast soft shadows around his eyes. The lines of his profile were distinct, and in this light and shadow, even the long, narrow scar on his cheek no longer seemed frightening, but rather possessed an indescribable charm.

"Father, what are you looking at?" Quvenzani asked curiously.

Chen Nuo did not look up, and said in Chinese, "Jade pendant."

"Yupei?" the girl repeated in broken accent. "What's that? Is it a Chinese specialty?"

"I don't know if you have it here," Chen Nuo looked up. "Would you like to see?"

"miss you!"

Chen Nuo handed over the jade pendant in his hand.

The little girl carefully took it with both hands and exclaimed, "It's so beautiful! Did you buy this?"

"No, it was a gift from my wife."

"Did Hong give this to you?"

"Correct."

"It looks so beautiful, it must be very precious."

Chen Nuo gazed tenderly at the jade pendant, and said in a calm yet nostalgic tone, "Yes, this is a unique piece of jade, a gift from her father..."

"His father? Is he the Son of God?"

"Yes. It is said that this jade was blessed by God and could protect whoever possesses it. She was the eldest daughter of the Heavenly King, so he bestowed it upon her. But my wife gave it to me... I think that is why she is suffering her current misfortune."

“I believe you will find her; this is just a test from God,” Quvenzani comforted her, then asked, “Father, how did you first meet Hong?”

Chen Nuo silently gazed at the firelight, the red flames rippling across his face like ocean waves.

At that moment, even the sound of the wind seemed to disappear.

……

"Jesus above, I know I've said this many times, but I must say it again—Quentin, Chan's sense of camera presence is simply magical."

When we were discussing the scene and how to shoot it with him beforehand, you couldn't tell at all. But once the camera started rolling, it was as if magic had descended in an instant; he could make him on camera even more...

I don't even know how to describe it.

At that time, I didn't actually have to do anything; he did everything himself.

God damn, now I understand how Daryl Congee got his Oscar, and why he thanked Quentin so many times on stage. If it were me—of course, I certainly wouldn't forget you, Quentin.

"Thank you so much, Robert."

"Haha."

"Do you think it's necessary for me to add a scene here? You know, originally after this, there was supposed to be a flashback scene of Sean and Hong's past, which we need to film last. But now I'm thinking, should we add some of his monologue in the flashback, and give Chen more lines? He's really great at delivering lines right now."

“I agree, but what do you want him to act? Improvise? There’s no script.”

“Yes, I’ll write it now. Michael, come here for a second and tell the crew to take a 30-minute break, and then we’ll shoot one more solo scene of Chen here.”

"Yes, sir!"

……

When Quentin came over with a sheet of paper and said he needed to memorize it roughly within thirty minutes, and then recite it to the camera with great emotion and charisma, Chen Nuo really wanted to punch this man.

Although he had known for a long time that Quentin had the same problem as Wong Kar-wai of changing scripts and adding scenes at the last minute, he thought he was cured since he hadn't done it for so long!
Unexpectedly, this still happened.

In the end, he had no choice but to accept the piece of paper.

I read it once.

Then he had to admit that perhaps it really was necessary to add that part.

Because this movie contains many Chinese cultural elements, it would seem strange if many things weren't explained clearly.

For example, the relationship between Quvenzani and Sean. If the audience is not familiar with the Pingtung Kingdom's custom of adopting sons and daughters, then most people would find this relationship difficult to understand and somewhat abrupt.

Adding a bit of narration to explain the background in flashback scenes, which are common in Western movies, is actually a good thing for the narrative logic and completeness of the whole movie.

In addition, the relationship between Sean and Hong Tianjiao, which is the emotional core of this film, is given a more solid spiritual foundation in this supplementary narration by Quentin, which adds emotional depth and narrative logic to the whole film.

However, while it's good, it's really difficult to interpret this narration using only sound.

The basic requirement is to read this passage in a way that doesn't make people drowsy, while also being emotional and infectious... Chen Nuo didn't know how to do it for a moment, and Quentin was also unsure this time, simply telling him to think about it.

This left Chen Nuo indignant, and he had no choice but to think of a solution on his own.

After much thought, it seemed that the only way to rely on his ability to imitate was to find someone to imitate him.

It was also luck; he suddenly remembered someone from his memory who seemed to meet Quentin's requirements—their charisma was undeniable. They would definitely blow the foreigners' minds.

However, that person was too sentimental, and it seems we can't accept everything they said. But taking one-tenth of their emotional expression... that should be acceptable.

"Bloodstained Yellow Dragon, Match 61, Item 1".

(Smack!)
"ACTION!"

"Spring has arrived on the African savanna... Wait, director, we've messed up the lines, let's do it again."

Ps:

Less today, have a great weekend everyone.

(End of this chapter)