Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, starting with the strategy of 95 flowers to counterattack

Chapter 263 Director Wang Churan, can you help me with the solution?
On set, Wang Churan's solo scene was being filmed at a crucial point.

She plays a woman from the barren land, still wearing a dark red armor with simulated bloodstains on the shoulder armor. Standing on the edge of the Execution Platform, the wind whips her long hair, which sticks to her sweaty forehead. Her eyes reveal an unyielding weariness, yet also an unyielding stubbornness.

"Chidi, do you know what suppressing the Demon Lord means?" The veteran actor playing the master stepped forward, his voice filled with sorrow, "It means sacrificing one's primordial spirit, causing one's soul to be scattered and never to be reincarnated!"

Wang Churan slowly turned to the side, the metal plates of his armor clanging softly in the wind.

“Master,” her voice was softer than the wind, yet every word was clear, “When I first learned the Dao, you taught me that ‘the Great Dao is ruthless, yet it cannot tolerate the feelings of the common people.’ Now that the Demon Lord has broken his seal, the Three Realms will become a purgatory. If I were to retreat, I would truly be failing your teachings and this cultivation.”

She raised her hand to wipe the dampness from her cheeks, whether from rain or tears, and when she turned around, there was no hesitation in her eyes: "I have settled Rong Hao's affairs. From now on... I will trouble Master to take care of the immortal sect."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around abruptly, as if about to leap off the Execution Platform.

"Cut!"

Gu Yang peeked out from behind the monitor.

"That's exactly the feeling!" He pointed at the screen. "That last glance when he turned around perfectly captured Chi Di's resolute determination to 'do what he knew was impossible,' as well as his concern for Rong Hao. It was spot on!"

Wang breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to press his sore shoulders and neck. He had been too tense when he was getting into character, and now his back was soaked with a thin layer of sweat.

She walked over to Gu Yang, watched her own performance in the playback, and smiled slightly: "I was always afraid that I couldn't portray her 'war god' righteousness, and I was also afraid of losing her selfish feelings for Rong Hao."

“No,” Gu Yang shook his head, pointing to the detail of her gripping the sword hilt on the screen, “This small gesture is very good. The Goddess of War is also human. She is afraid, but she is more afraid of the suffering of the common people. You have portrayed this contradiction.”

Wang Churan's eyes brightened, and she raised her hand to tidy her wind-blown hair: "Then let me think about the force of my turn again? I felt like it wasn't quite right... a clean and decisive farewell to the past."

She looked at Gu Yang, then suddenly her eyes lit up. "This armor is so heavy..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to unfasten the clasp of his shoulder armor, and the heavy, dark red armor slid down his arm to the ground with a dull thud.

The white silk undergarment inside was half-soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her body, outlining her slender yet strong shoulder line, and the curve of her waist and abdomen was made even more distinct by the fabric, rising and falling gently with her breath.

And those graceful curves...

She raised her hand to gather her sweat-dampened long hair, and water droplets from the ends of her hair fell onto her collarbone, sliding down her neck and into her collar, leaving a shallow water mark.

Wang Churan was already tall and slender. Her white silk undergarment was half-soaked with sweat, which made her skin look even whiter, like the finest mutton fat jade. Even the blue veins on her neck had a faint pinkish tinge.

She has the classic look of a leading lady in a Qingyi opera, with broad eyes and a straight nose. Her lips are well-defined yet slightly plump. When she is still, she exudes a refined and upright aura, but when she moves, she possesses a captivating charm.

At this moment, the sweat-dampened hair clung to his cheeks, which ironically softened his righteousness and added a touch of endearing gentleness.

Especially those eyes, when they looked at Gu Yang, the corners of their eyes were slightly upturned, and their pupils were so bright that they looked like they were immersed in water. Although they were asking for help, there was an indescribable hook in their eyes.

There is trust and reliance, yet there is also a subtle, almost imperceptible scrutiny, like a clever cat that knows when to reveal its soft belly.

"Wearing this armor is so stuffy," she turned to look at Gu Yang, her eyelashes still damp with sweat, her voice softer than before, "The straps on my back seem to be tangled, and the sweat is sticking to them and it's really uncomfortable. Brother Gu Yang, could you help me untangle them?"

Gu Yang's gaze fell on her back.

The silk was soaked with sweat until it became almost transparent, and the patterns of the ties could be vaguely seen.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he hesitated.

However, he felt that helping out with a small favor was no big deal.

When Gu Yang reached out, his fingertips inadvertently brushed against her back. The warm touch made Wang Churan tremble slightly, but she didn't dodge away. Instead, she leaned closer to him.

"It's tied a bit too tightly," Gu Yang's voice was lower than usual as he ran his fingers through her hair to untie the knot. "You were so engrossed in filming that you didn't notice, were you?"

“Hmm,” Wang’s voice was so soft it was almost a sigh, her cheek almost touching his arm, “Just thinking about Chi Di’s last turn makes me feel like my whole body is straining…”

The tie was finally undone. When Gu Yang withdrew his hand, his fingertips accidentally touched the skin on the back of her neck, and it felt like a faint electric current ran through him.

Wang turned around in shock, the silk fabric on her chest rising and falling gently with her breath. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with just the right amount of confusion: "It's untied? Thank you, Director Gu."

The wind slipped in through the gaps in the film set, blowing her hair that was scattered over her shoulders, and a few strands brushed against the back of Gu Yang's hand.

He took a half step back and tugged at his collar: "It's okay, hurry up and go to the rest area to change your clothes, don't catch a cold."

Wang Churan watched his slightly unnatural movements, a faint smile quietly curving her lips. As she turned around, she deliberately let the hem of her skirt lightly brush against his calves, leaving a faint fragrance.

……

In the prop room in the corner of the film set, there were stacks of ancient costume trunks that were half a person tall, with only an old lamp hanging overhead, casting a dim light.

Li Yitong leaned against the wooden crate with her arms crossed, watching Gu Yang push the door open and enter. A half-smile appeared on her lips.

"Director Gu, are you done with your work?" Her voice was slightly teasing as she glanced at him. "I'm almost done filming my cameo role, and I just realized that we have a real confidante in our team."

“That young girl, Wang Churan, is always hanging around you, asking you questions about the scene. The monitor is practically her personal seat. Her drive to improve is truly touching.”

Gu Yang casually closed the door to the prop room, shutting out the noise outside: "What are you watching this commotion for? They're newcomers, it's normal to ask them questions."

"Oh? Normal?" Li Yitong straightened up. She was already tall and straight, but now she suddenly stood on her tiptoes and raised one leg backward in a very tense arc, with her toes pointed straight. It was a standard "back kick to the purple and gold crown" starting posture. The lines of her waist and abdomen stretched out a neat arc under the costume.

She performed this unique and highly difficult move from the Beijing Dance Academy with ease, creating a gust of wind as she landed, her hair brushing against Gu Yang's chin.

“Even I, a senior from the Beijing Dance Academy, don’t get this kind of treatment,” she leaned closer, her breath brushing against his ear. “I heard from Xiao Tian that you recently took on a younger sister? She’s also a junior from our Beijing Dance Academy? Director Gu, do you… have some special preference for dance students?”

(End of this chapter)