Huayu: This celebrity doesn't follow the rules.

Chapter 3 Dudu's Grudge

"Come on, Director Jiang's mini-class is about to begin."

He squatted down in front of Chen Duling, took out a pen from his pocket, and drew a simple expression on a Coke can. "Don't think about 'I have to act sad,' but find a small thing that actually happened."

"For example, your pet goldfish died, or you failed an exam and got scolded by your parents."

He turned the Coke can, revealing a crying face drawn on the other side: "I'm borrowing the emotions from that memory."

"This is a simplified version of Stanislavski's 'emotional memory' theory, also known as 'emotional borrowing,' a technique often used by professional actors."

Chen Duling raised her head and stared blankly at the boy in front of her.

Sunlight streamed in from the side, outlining Jiang Ye's clear silhouette.

He has slightly high brow bones, deep-set eyes, and a faint dimple on his right cheek when he smiles.

Despite wearing the most ordinary crew T-shirt, his upright shoulders and back made him look exceptionally energetic and sunny.

"This guy..." Chen Duling muttered to herself, "Isn't he a freshman who just got into the directing department at Beijing Film Academy?"

But the boy in front of me spoke eloquently about acting theory, and he didn't seem like an ordinary high school student at all.

What's even stranger is his gaze.

Chen Duling had seen too many boys her age staring at her.

They either looked at you timidly, or with an uncomfortable gaze.

But Jiang Ye's gaze was something she couldn't quite decipher.

Those eyes held the vigor unique to an eighteen-year-old boy, as pure and bright as the sunlight on a summer morning, yet they also occasionally flashed a clarity that was incongruous with his age.

Jiang Ye suddenly lowered his voice: "I was just chatting with the lighting technician, Lao Wang. His daughter has a fever today, but she's still working."

He pointed to a corner of the set and said, "You don't need to cry for Li Bala, just cry for the little girl who can't wait for her father to come home."

This is Jiang Ye's most frequently used guiding technique on short drama sets.

Instead of having actors fabricate emotions, it's better to help them find a real emotional anchor.

He used this method in his past life to make countless amateur actors cry their eyes out within three minutes.

Chen Duling suddenly felt something was absurd.

She, a top student majoring in science and engineering from a prestigious university, was actually being instructed in acting by a high school student.
What's even more absurd is that she actually thought what this guy said made a lot of sense.

"You..." she hesitated before speaking, "are you really just an intern assistant?"

She felt a surge of curiosity about the little boy!
"Preparing for the 28th time!"

The assistant director's shout came from behind.

Jiang Ye quickly handed Chen Duling a tissue: "Remember, good performances are all 'borrowed sincerity'."

"Action!"

The clapperboard closed again, and Chen Duling took a deep breath.

This time, she didn't deliberately think about Li Er's sadness, but let her gaze sweep across the film set.

Lighting technician Lao Wang was wiping the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve when she remembered Jiang Ye saying that his daughter had a fever.

The script supervisor was squatting in the corner, eating her cold boxed lunch, her eyes still glued to the monitor.

Even the usually strict Director Su had noticeable dark circles under his eyes at this moment.

“Li Bala…” she read her lines softly, then suddenly noticed that Old Wang was standing on tiptoe on a swaying platform to adjust the lighting.

At that moment, a real sense of bitterness welled up in my nose; these people were all paying the price for her unprofessionalism.

The emotions have reached their peak...

On the monitor, Chen Duling's eyes gradually reddened.

It wasn't acting skills, but genuine self-reproach.

When she said, "How could you just leave like this?", a tear slid down without warning, landing precisely on the "close-up" spot marked in the script.

"Cut! Perfect!" Director Su stood up excitedly. "That's exactly how it feels!"

The audience burst into applause, but Chen Duling immediately looked at Jiang Ye in the corner.

The boy was giving her a thumbs-up, the sunlight outlining a fuzzy silhouette behind him.

"That take is good! Get ready for the next scene!" As the assistant director shouted, Chen Duling quietly slipped the Coke can with the crying face drawn on it into her bag. No one noticed that when the monitor replayed the scene, Jiang Ye looked at the single tear on the screen and smiled knowingly.

The best performances always begin with genuine emotion.

……

Jiang Ye had just turned away when he was met with a fragrant breeze.

"Ouch!" Ma Sichun suddenly appeared out of nowhere and almost shoved the coconut in his face. "Xiao Jiang, I brought this especially for you. Isn't that thoughtful of me?"

Jiang Ye hurriedly caught the coconut, quickly glancing around out of the corner of his eye.

Fortunately, Ouhao wasn't nearby, so we can still get along with this guy for now!
"Why didn't you reply to my messages?" Ma Sichun tilted her head and gently poked his arm with her fingertip.

"Busy...busy with clapping!" Jiang Ye tactically took three steps back. "Thank you, Teacher Ma!"

“Why call me Teacher Ma…” Ma Sichun pouted. “Just call me Chun Chun in private.”

Jiang Ye almost choked on his own saliva: "No, no, no! Teacher Ma, I'm a newbie in this industry, I need to know the rules!"

He said seriously, "Director Gao always taught me that I should respect seniority and be polite on set..."

Ma Sichun: "Sister doesn't talk about this here..."

Just as Jiang Ye was about to give up, a clear, cold voice came from behind him.

"Jiang Ye." Chen Duling appeared at the sidelines at some point, her face still flushed from her crying scene. "Didn't you promise to help me move my things?"

Jiang Ye felt as if he had been granted a pardon: "Yes, yes, yes! Teacher Ma, I have to go now!"

After saying that, he darted over to Chen Duling's side and whispered, "Thank you for saving my life..."

Chen Duling walked straight ahead without looking to the side: "You helped me this time, I'll help you out of this predicament, we're even."

Jiang Ye had just breathed a sigh of relief when she suddenly stopped and turned to stare at him: "However..."

"Anything else?"

"What did you call me this morning?" Chen Duling narrowed her eyes slightly. "Dudu?"

She took a half step forward: "You little script supervisor, don't you know you should call me Teacher Chen?"

"Who just said they were a newcomer and needed to follow the rules and be polite?"

Jiang Ye: "..."

He stood there, watching Chen Duling's departing figure. Her slender figure outlined a perfect curve in the sunlight, her steps as graceful as a proud white swan.

How could this woman hold a grudge like this?!
Where did the vulnerability you showed during the crying scene just now go?

What about that little white rabbit who was driven to the brink of collapse by NG?

Indeed, women's acting skills are all innate...

……

On the other side, Chen Duling walked out of the film set and suddenly remembered Jiang Ye's dumbfounded look just now.

His eyes were wide open and his mouth was slightly agape, making him look just like a frightened husky.

She couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The sea breeze ruffled her slightly curled hair, and sunlight danced on her porcelain-white skin.

In that instant, her eyes still glistened with tears from her previous crying scene, but a playful smile curved her lips, instantly bringing her cool and aloof temperament to life, like a small fish suddenly leaping out of a lake where the ice and snow have just melted.

"He's clearly just a little kid..."

She muttered to herself, her fingertips unconsciously twirling the ends of her hair, "Still trying to act like a seasoned veteran in front of me."

Thinking about how this guy had casually called her "Dudu" this morning, Chen Duling couldn't help but grind her back teeth.

Although he did help me just now, one thing is one thing.

Seeing him put on that "I know a lot about acting" pose in front of her, Chen Duling felt an inexplicable urge to play.

Just like when she saw those boys talking big in math class in high school, she couldn't help but go up and pour cold water on them.

“If he dares to yell again next time…” She glanced back at Jiang Ye, who was still standing there in a daze, and her mood suddenly brightened. “Let him embarrass himself a few more times.”

(End of this chapter)