Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 198: Photoshoot, Piglets Give Birth
A few days later, the controversy surrounding the role of the lighter gradually subsided.

After apologizing, Chen Feiyu has not appeared in public again. The video he released on his own was believed by many tech bloggers to be the work of Jiang Qing, but there was no evidence to support this claim.

But in fact, everyone knew perfectly well that it was Jiang Qing who was behind it.

After all, his past record was so impressive that everyone thought that hacking a Weibo account and posting videos would be a piece of cake for him.

However, neither Chen Feiyu himself nor Weibo tacitly mentioned this point. Only some tech bloggers and marketing accounts that wanted to ride the wave kept posting related topics, but with little effect.

Jiang Qing's fans, needless to say, definitely won't discuss this.

As for other people in the industry, no one wants to offend someone who might take down your social media account at any time and use it against you.

Many people speculate that Jiang Qing's high-profile actions this time are intended to show everyone the possible consequences of opposing him.

As a result, everyone has gained a new understanding of this tech upstart; he is definitely not as mild-mannered as he appears on the surface.

Soon, it was September 16th.

It was 7:10 a.m. in Beijing.

The morning sun shines through the glass curtain wall of the office building, casting a fine lattice of light on the floor of the photography studio.

Zhang Jingyi, wrapped in a beige knit sweater, huddled in the makeup chair, her toes tapping lightly to the rhythm of "Lover Missed" playing on the Bluetooth speaker. When the stylist's makeup brush swept across her eyelids, it tickled her so much that she kept backing away.

"Don't move! Don't move!"

Fangfang helped the stylist hold her shoulders down.

"Wait, the eyeliner will be crooked."

"It's just a conditioned reflex for me."

Zhang Jingyi squinted her left eye and caught a glimpse of two tall figures flashing past the doorway.

Chen Duo, dressed in a suit and tie, stood out on the film set, followed by a tall figure wearing a baseball cap.

The photography assistant jogged over and pulled back the dust cover. Amidst the clanging of metal coat hangers, Jiang Qing removed her mask with one hand.

Today he wore a black crew neck T-shirt paired with washed denim jeans, looking unusually relaxed compared to his usual serious demeanor.

Zhang Jingyi subconsciously straightened her back, and the makeup artist exclaimed "Oops!" as the eyeliner drew a small tail at the outer corner of her eye.

"Excuse me!"

She quickly apologized, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jiang Qing seem to be looking over and smiling, which made her cheeks flush.

It's been so long since we last met, and you still make mistakes the moment we meet!

"Teacher Jiang, you've come at the perfect time!"

A flamboyant male stylist greeted her warmly, holding a coloring book.

"Should we try on makeup first or later?"

"I dye my hair, and I don't wear makeup."

Jiang Qing tossed the canvas bag to Chen Duo, then twirled the baseball cap around her index finger.

"Didn't they say it takes three hours to get blonde hair?"

Zhang Jingyi grabbed the makeup mirror and peeked inside. She saw a wisp of black hair sticking up at the back of his head, swaying in the air conditioning breeze, exactly the same as last time.

As the stylist used a cotton swab to correct her eyeliner, Fangfang, who was standing nearby, suddenly noticed that the tips of her artist's ears were turning red at a visible speed.

She glanced at Jiang Qing not far away and immediately realized.

Jiang Qing seemed to sense something and turned his head. When his eyes met Zhang Jingyi's, he smiled and nodded.

The girl was taken aback, then her eyes crinkled into a smile as well.

After confirming that her hair would be dyed first, Jiang Qing was seated in a chair by the stylist, only two or three meters away from Zhang Jingyi.

Looking at the male stylist beside him, whose styling and makeup seemed even more exquisite than those of female celebrities, he silently opened the script.

Zhang Jingyi watched his actions from afar, secretly amused, her long eyelashes trembling.

I realized this person doesn't understand the fashion industry enough; how many of them are normal people?
Jiang Qing was looking at the script in front of the hair dyeing station. When the stylist put a stain-proof cloth around his shoulders, he casually flipped the script to the folded page.

Zhang Jingyi recognized it as the passage where Li Xun angrily smashed his keyboard at the awards ceremony, with the margins covered in annotations.

"Teacher Jiang has such beautiful hair."

A male stylist who called himself Mike used his delicate fingers to lift a strand of Jiang Qing's black hair.

"You can get the color after just two bleaching sessions, how about trying a gradient?"

"Just follow the original setting."

Jiang Qing looked up and caught the peeping gaze in the mirror.

What does Teacher Zhang think?

When Zhang Jingyi was suddenly called out, her hand trembled, and the lip brush went out of bounds at the corner of her mouth.

She grabbed a tissue and wiped herself haphazardly, her voice muffled by the cotton pad.

"Blonde hair paired with that black T-shirt would be a killer combination!"

"Teacher Zhang seems to have a lot of confidence in me?"

"Of course!"

Jiang Qing looked at the girl's profile through the mirror and smiled slightly. Seeing her confident expression, he couldn't help but smile.

As the pungent smell of hair dye filled the air, the production assistant carried a reflector and walked between the two.

Jiang Qing suddenly stood up, picked up a swivel chair, and sat down next to Zhang Jingyi's dressing table.

The distance of two or three meters instantly shrank to thirty centimeters. Her body tensed up subconsciously, and she could clearly see his eyelashes trembling slightly under the effect of the bleaching powder.

"The recursive algorithm problem we discussed last time"

"and many more!"

Zhang Jingyi quickly stopped him and took out a notebook from her canvas bag.

"I drew a flowchart!"

She proudly waved the notebook in her hand.

Jiang Qing looked at the code box filled with cartoon pigs hugging each other, her eyes flickered, and she looked at her strangely.

"This is... the Fibonacci sequence?"

Doesn't it look like a piglet giving birth?

The girl smiled triumphantly, her fingertips pointing at the nested circles.

"One child after another, endlessly!"

Fangfang was so trying to hold back her laughter that her hands were shaking, and her eyeshadow brush almost poked into the powder compact.

Chen Duo's shoulders twitched, and he finally couldn't hold back any longer and walked out of the dressing room.

As a science and engineering graduate from Jiaotong University, he really couldn't hold back.

Jiang Qing suppressed a smile, took out a pen, and added a recursive formula next to the pig's nose.

"Next time, try drawing the termination condition as a fence to prevent infinite reproduction."

"Okay, I understand."

The girl stared at the incomprehensible formula, nodded seriously, and silently closed the notebook.

Jiang Qing didn't expose her, but simply turned her head and smiled.

It's so hard to hold back laughter!
Forty-seven minutes into the hair dye application, the executive producer burst in holding a call sheet.

"Jingyi, go take your solo photos first! Teacher Jiang still needs to go."

"I accompanied her during filming."

Jiang Qing interrupted him, stood up with her head covered in tin foil, looking like a human signal receiver.

He casually grabbed the script and walked up to Zhang Jingyi, the foil rustling as he read his lines.

"Does Your Highness want to save the world, or save your final assignment first?"

Zhang Jingyi burst out laughing at his comical appearance, instantly shattering Zhu Yun's stubborn gaze.

She tugged at his sleeve and pulled him toward the set.

"Dr. Jiang will personally demonstrate how geniuses laugh at ordinary people?"

The moment the flash went off, Jiang Qing suddenly reached out and messed up her carefully styled hair.

The girl had long, slightly wavy hair that fell over her shoulders. She wore light, simple makeup and a black coat that accentuated her tall figure. Her fair face had a pair of clear eyes that seemed to speak volumes.

If the indoor air conditioning weren't so strong, this outfit would probably cause heatstroke at this time of year.

Seeing Jiang Qing's actions, Zhang Jingyi reacted quickly by rolling up the script into a tube and pressing it against his chest. This impromptu action perfectly recreated the tense atmosphere of the first encounter between the male and female protagonists in the novel.

"Great! That feels good! Keep it up!"

The photographer was snapping photos rapidly, and the flash went off in a flurry.

"Teacher Jiang's gaze towards Jingyi carried a hint of provocation!"

Jiang Qing immediately raised an eyebrow and curled one corner of his mouth, his fingertip brushing against her earlobe, picking off a piece of sequin that had somehow gotten stuck to her.

Zhang Jingyi's breath hitched for a beat, then she stepped on his leather shoes. This action wasn't in the script, but she felt Zhu Yun was capable of it.

Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow, her drooping eyelashes casting sharp shadows under the cold light.

Zhang Jingyi could clearly feel the warmth of his fingertips brushing against her earlobe, like a quenched blade gliding across ice, sending a shiver down the back of her neck.

Their gazes locked in mid-air, and Jiang Qing's pupils contracted slightly, swallowing up her earlier teasing.

Zhang Jingyi's eyes trembled uncontrollably, like a compass disturbed by a magnetic field before a storm.

"Teacher Jiang, lower your chin by three more degrees!"

The photography assistant rushed over with a light meter in hand.

The frozen spacetime suddenly cracked, and Jiang Qing instantly suppressed all his emotions.

As Zhang Jingyi took a deep breath, she felt the cold air from the central air conditioning unit had somehow turned into scalding hot lava.

Their eyes reflected each other.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

"sky……"

The young female staff member watching covered her mouth tightly, her cheeks turning bright red.

The lighting technician forgot to adjust the diffuser, allowing the strong light to gild the two figures into golden silhouettes.

The makeup artist trembled as she muttered to herself while shaking her mascara brush.

"This isn't a photoshoot, it's a dopamine explosion!"

Dozens of staff members standing nearby transformed into expert enthusiasts, all wearing doting smiles.

This chemical reaction is absolutely amazing!

"Could you send me a copy of the behind-the-scenes video after we finish filming?"

The executive director's hand gripping the walkie-talkie was bulging with veins, and his face was filled with excitement.

"I'm going to include this in the trailer special; the atmosphere is sure to get viewers really excited!"

During her lunch break, Zhang Jingyi grabbed her lunchbox and sneaked over to the hair dyeing station.

Jiang Qing was watching the behind-the-scenes footage of Chen Duo's makeup test, her golden hair falling from her baseball cap to her forehead.

She mumbled a sigh, biting her chopsticks.

"Is this all Li Xun is capable of after crawling out of the book?"

"Like a delinquent?"

Jiang Qing turned the phone towards her.

The blond boy on the screen had an arrogant look in his eyes, and his facial features were made even more sharp by the black turtleneck sweater.

Zhang Jingyi shook her head, poking a small hole in the broccoli with the tip of her chopsticks.

"You're the kind of good student who makes you want to be dragged to the registrar's office just by looking at you."

Jiang Qing's eyes flickered, and she suddenly leaned closer. She saw her reflection, which had suddenly magnified, in his iris.

“Then, Zhu Yun.”

He lowered his voice to read his lines.

"Should we check the homework of the bad students?"

The girl froze, staring blankly at him.

"cough……"

She suddenly came to her senses and coughed lightly.

"Hey, let's eat! Yes, let's eat!"

He quickly bent down and ate his boxed lunch.

"Okay, let's eat."

A mischievous glint flashed in Jiang Qing's eyes as she smiled and picked up the lunchbox.

A few minutes later, when Fangfang's cough came from behind her, Zhang Jingyi realized that she had picked all the carrots from her lunchbox and put them in Jiang Qing's bowl.

Without batting an eye, he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

"Next time you can just say you hate carrots."

"Okay, I understand."

The girl nodded nonchalantly, then quickly got up and walked away.

What's wrong with me today?
Even if blonde hair is cool and a good contrast, there's no need to be so infatuated, right?

At 3:17 PM, the final set of photos was taken.

As Jiang Qing loosened her collar and walked towards the set, a few gasps suddenly rang out on set.

Zhang Jingyi turned her head and saw the figure coming from behind the light, and her fingers holding the prop book suddenly tightened.

Jiang Qing, with his blond hair, wore a sharply tailored black suit. The collar, which should have been buttoned up, was casually left open, exuding a reckless and roguish air. Every step he took seemed to be on the beat of a human heart.

This was a Jiang Qing she had never seen before; he was very different from the one she knew.

Dim the lights another ten degrees!

The director of photography was so excited that he waved the light meter.

"Teacher Jiang is standing behind Jingyi, yes! Pinch her chin with your fingers!"

When Jiang Qing's body temperature was transmitted through her fingers, Zhang Jingyi suddenly remembered this passage from the novel.

She instinctively leaned back, the back of her head hitting his palm.

The original description materialized into a burning sensation at this moment, as he whispered a teasing tone that brushed past his ear.

"Is Zhu scared?"

"It's because Li Xun is too fierce."

She retorted, and from this angle, she noticed that his eyes looked like amber, very beautiful.

The sound of camera shutters clicking in rapid succession caused several young female staff members to cover their mouths and stomp their feet in frustration.

When Jiang Qing put the pen into her shirt pocket as per the script, Zhang Jingyi suddenly added a line on the spot.

"I'll teach you the correct format for writing a love letter next time."

The audience burst into laughter instantly, and Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow to catch up with the scene.

"Is Zhu Yun very experienced?"

"It's just okay."

The girl crossed her arms and looked arrogant.

Their eyes met, and they stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter at the same time.

As they finished work, the sun was setting, and Jiang Qing leaned against the dressing table, waiting for Zhang Jingyi to remove her makeup.

She tossed him a can of iced cola, which he caught casually.

"Dr. Jiang."

She tilted her head to examine the ends of his golden hair.

"I feel like I'd attract a crowd if I walked down the street."

Jiang Qing pulled open the can, and the sound of bubbles bursting in the gradually darkening photography studio.

"It's not that exaggerated."

He tilted his head back and took two sips.

"but."

Zhang Jingyi waited for three beats of her heart to stop, but still didn't hear the second half of the sentence. Just as she was about to ask, Chen Duo ran in holding his phone.

"President Jiang! President Lei is asking if you'd like to go to the Xiaomi new product launch event tomorrow."

Her phone rang at the same moment; her agent sent her a barrage of twenty voice messages.

As they replied to each other's messages, neither of them noticed the sunset passing by outside the window, which looked just like the twilight of Nanjing on the night of the concert.

"I'm all better now. What would you like to eat tonight?"

After declining Lei Jun's invitation, Jiang Qing looked at the girl in front of him.

"of course……"

Zhang Jingyi deliberately dragged out the last syllable.

"Feast!"

Jiang Qing was taken aback, then smiled at her triumphant smile.

"Mmm, a feast."

(End of this chapter)