Entertainment Era: Starting with Teaching Sister Meng to Sing

At 10 p.m., Wang Xiaozhou ran out of Mao Xiaotong's apartment.

At 10:05 p.m., Wang Xiaozhou knocked on Mao Xiaotong's apartment door again, carrying bedding.

"I'm going to sleep on the floor!"

Seeing Wang Xiaozhou's shameless behavior, Mao Xiaotong couldn't help but burst out laughing: "You can only sleep on the floor then."

With only a 30% favorability rating, Wang Xiaozhou never even considered being presumptuous. Meng Ziyi's rating was already 80 and he still hadn't pushed her away, so Mao Xiaotong had to be patient.

However, a clean girl's room smells better, and Wang Xiaozhou slept comfortably on the floor all night, much better than the snoring of a room full of men.

The next day, when Wang Xiaozhou opened his eyes, Mao Xiaotong had just come out of the bathroom after washing up, still wearing her pajamas.

"Go and get ready. We still need to turn on the machine today. Take your time showering. You can only come out when I call you."

How could Wang Xiaozhou not know that Mao Xiaotong needed to change her clothes? He dawdled in the bathroom to relieve himself first, and then, seeing the little clothes hanging on the railing, he shouted:

"Xiaotong, these little clothes need to be hung outside to dry in the sun. If they're always left to air dry in the shade, little mushrooms will grow on them."

Mao Xiaotong, who was outside, suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to bring in her change of clothes from yesterday. Her face instantly turned red, and she yelled at the bathroom, "Get out of here! Don't look!"

"It smells delicious!"

......

Mao Xiaotong's neck remained red until she met up with Huang Mao and the others for breakfast. Having grown up with her mother, she had never seen a hooligan like Wang Xiaozhou.

"Brother Xiaozhou, all the extras are waiting at the entrance of the film studio. Our script..."

Wen Ye was four years older than Wang Xiaozhou, but since Mao Xiaotong and Huang Mao all called him Brother Xiaozhou, he followed suit.

Wang Xiaozhou pulled a stack of notebooks from his pocket and slammed them on the table: "I told you yesterday that I was already writing them, take a look."

Fumino opened the title page and saw half a line of poetry prominently displayed at the top of the script.

"The greatest separation is like the flowing waters of the east and west, which will eventually meet again."

Below that is the title of the script: *Liaozhai: Lanruo Temple*

"Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio? What kind of book is that?"

Wang Xiaozhou swallowed the last xiaolongbao into his mouth in one gulp: "Zhai, a place where ancient people ate and chatted. Liaozhai, figure it out yourself."

"Hey, he's quite the cultured one."

Seeing that Wang Xiaozhou had already gone out to hail a taxi, the group quickly followed, except for Wen Ye, who was holding onto the script.

Having already made a mistake with "Only Now Do I Realize My Mistakes Back Then" once before, how could Wang Xiaozhou be careless again? He had already checked beforehand and found that Pu Songling did not exist in the Qing Dynasty of this world, so the big IP of "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio" is now his original work!

The car had come to a complete stop in front of the film studio when Wenye, who had been reading the script in the back seat, finally closed his book and exclaimed, "Holy crap!"

"Brother Xiaozhou, you're amazing! This script is incredible! Such a novel theme. But the scenes you wrote are way too grand. Our budget..."

After getting out of the car, Wang Xiaozhou waved his hand dismissively: "It's okay, I'll take care of these. Let's get the script filmed first."

The previous life of Liaozhai Lanruo Temple is an animated film, and a big-budget one at that, so the production quality is excellent and the special effects are outstanding.

Wang Xiaozhou's script was adapted from an animated film, so the scenes are naturally too grand for a short film.

But it doesn't matter. There are ways to play even with limited funds. For example, how much did the special effects in the previous game "Unexpected" cost?

Wenye rented a small temple view in a secluded corner for 1,000 yuan a day, which was considered the lowest price they could offer.

After scanning the room, Wang Xiaozhou was very impressed with the assistant director's competence. The venue, rented for such a price, even had an ancient well to enhance the atmosphere, which perfectly suited the requirements of the storyline.

"So, what's the deal? Filming starts right from the first scene?"

"Okay, I'm all ready."

Wenye set up a camera and responded to Wang Xiaozhou.

Upon learning that Wang Xiaozhou's budget was only 100,000 yuan, Wen Ye immediately abandoned the idea of ​​hiring a professional film crew. He not only took care of the costumes, props, and makeup himself, but also took on the job of photographer.

They're all film school graduates, so they should have a grasp of basic camera work.

"Okay, shall we change clothes?"

Wang Xiaozhou led the way to the locker room. Huang Mao and his friends found it novel and were much more enthusiastic than him, crowding into the locker room to grab their own clothes.

Seeing that there wasn't enough room to move around, Wang Xiaozhou could only let Mao Xiaotong and the female extras go change clothes first, while he held the door for them.

Actually, Wang Xiaozhou wasn't enthusiastic about stepping into the spotlight, but the script left him no choice. Not only Mao Xiaotong, but Meng Ziyi would also definitely be developing in the film and television industry in the future. He didn't want them to act opposite other male leads and experience all sorts of messy things, so he had to do it himself.

Mao Xiaotong, dressed in ancient costume, surprised everyone when she went out. In real life, it is really hard to see such a beauty as Mao Xiaotong. To borrow a phrase from Mr. Long Face Yu Yang, she is as beautiful as an AI.

Wang Xiaozhou was very satisfied with Mao Xiaotong's image. Her temperament perfectly matched that of the female protagonist in the animation. He asked them to wait in the center of the field and went to the dressing room to change into the scholar's clothes.

When he came out again, everyone's eyes lit up even more.

The word "pleasing to the eye" seems out of place when used to describe a man, but no one at the scene could think of a more fitting word to describe Wang Xiaozhou.

He wore a sky-blue robe and a scholar's cap, which gave him an air of refinement, but the roguishness between his brows remained.

Standing at 1.82 meters tall with a perfectly proportioned inverted triangle physique, coupled with impeccable charisma and good looks, Huang Mao uttered a slightly vulgar phrase that resonated with everyone.

"Even wrapped in rags, he looks like a prince!"

Mao Xiaotong's eyes had turned into hearts. She's always been a sucker for good looks, and Wang Xiaozhou's appearance just happened to match her brainwaves. Now that Wang Xiaozhou has gone all out with his ancient-style looks, this girl is already a bit overwhelmed.

His favorability rating was soaring, almost reaching thirty-five points. Wang Xiaozhou leaned closer and asked, "How's the male lead?"

Mao Xiaotong didn't say anything.

On the other hand, apart from Huang Mao and his group of brothers who were very familiar with Wang Xiaozhou, even Wen Ye and his group of grown men were still a bit stunned.

Wang Xiaozhou's perfect charisma and good looks are captivating to both men and women!

"What are you standing there for? Get ready to shoot the first scene, Ekko!"

Wang Xiaozhou wasn't so patient with the others on set, especially Wen Ye, who, as the assistant director, had to bear the most pressure from Wang Xiaozhou.

"Okay, lights and sound, everyone in position, let's start filming..." Wenye's voice trailed off, and he looked at Wang Xiaozhou somewhat awkwardly: "Brother Xiaozhou, what are we filming first?"

Wang Xiaozhou scratched his head: "The production team wants good luck, so they always choose the easiest scene to film before starting production. Let's go with the first scene, my monologue."