Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's son's ex-boyfriend

Ye Mingqi replied a few minutes later, and his reply was the standard three-piece set of reassurance.

"Don't cry, baby. I'll go in the next couple of days. I promise I'll make sure you're there."

Qiao Zhixi threw her phone onto the bed and slumped into a chair.

Ye Mingqi agreed to come.

But even if Ye Mingqi comes, what can he do?

Lu Yu still hangs around the film set every day. He's taller, more handsome, and a better actor than him!

Every time Qiao Zhixi acted with Lu Yu, she could feel the gazes of the staff around her.

He always felt that they were comparing him to Lu Yu, and the result of the comparison was self-evident.

When had Qiao Zhixi ever suffered such humiliation?

The next day, on the film set.

The morning's schedule included a scene between Shen Du and his apprentice Ling Yunshu.

The plot involves Ling Yunshu sneaking into the library and discovering Shen Du's secret of practicing forbidden techniques. The master and disciple confront each other in the hall, and Shen Du attacks and injures Ling Yunshu.

Lu Yu arrived at the film set early, put on makeup and changed into her costume, and stood in the scene waiting for the lighting.

Aken applied a layer of loose powder to his face, adjusted his hair ornament, and took two steps back to examine it carefully.

He nodded in satisfaction.

He remarked to the staff next to him, "Lu Yu's face is absolutely stunning in period dramas."

Do you think that after our show airs, the villainous master Shen Du will become more popular than the righteous disciple?

The staff member quickly tugged at Ken's sleeve and gestured to him with his eyes that Qiao Zhixi was coming out of the dressing room.

Ken wisely kept quiet.

Qiao Zhixi's makeup today is much heavier than usual, probably because she didn't sleep well last night. She needs to cover up her dark circles under her eyes with two layers of makeup.

He was dressed in a dark gold outfit. Ling Yunshu is a young genius, so he should look dashing in such an outfit.

However, Qiao Zhixi was too thin and had narrow shoulders.

The costume was custom-made to fit his body, but it still made his shoulders look too narrow and his waist too thin.

The stylist has done his best to give him shoulder pads and a waist corset.

When she stood in front of Lu Yu, the effect was still not ideal.

Before filming began, Chen Ming called Qiao Zhixi to the monitor and explained the scene to him:

"Zhixi, you need to remember this scene. Although you are playing the disciple, you have now discovered your master's secret and have leverage over him. You cannot be too much weaker than Shen Du in terms of presence."

You need to have that feeling of "I may not be able to beat you, but I'm on the side of justice." Your eyes should be powerful, your body should be straight, chest out, and head held high.

Qiao Zhixi nodded, but her expression clearly showed displeasure.

He walked to the center of the scene and stood face to face with Lu Yu.

The lighting technician positioned the main light on Lu Yu's profile, casting a soft shadow on his face from above.

The lighting technician looked at the monitor and couldn't help but mutter, "That face is absolutely stunning."

The director shouted, "Action!"

Lu Yu's expression changed almost instantly.

Just moments ago, he was resting with his eyes closed under the lamplight, but when he opened them, he was replaced by Shen Du, the immortal who had cultivated for many years but had not yet attained the Great Dao.

His lips pursed down slightly, and a barely perceptible air of malevolence appeared between his brows, which was then suppressed by his overly aloof face into a chilling and ruthless aura.

Lu Yu turned her head slightly to look at Qiao Zhixi, her eyes showing no anger or panic.

Only indifference from above.

It was as if he were watching a young beast that dared to bare its claws at him.

"You know," Lu Yu's deep, cold voice rang out, calm and without a trace of emotion.

Qiao Zhixi froze on the spot when he stared at her.

He was supposed to reply, "Master, how dare you practice forbidden techniques!"

But Lu Yu's gaze sent chills down his spine, and the words he was about to say caught in his throat.

"Click!" Director Chen peeked out from behind the monitor, his tone relatively gentle.

"Zhixi, I forgot the lyrics just now, let's do it again."

Watch your eyes. Don't be intimidated by Shen Du's aura. You are righteous, and you have discovered his shameful secret.

On the second try, Qiao Zhixi finally managed to read her lines, but her eyes kept blinking as she spoke.

His lines were memorized, not spoken from the heart of the character.

The natural connection between her and Lu Yu had completely broken down.

Director Chen yelled "Cut!" again. He rubbed his temples, stood up, and walked over to the two of them.

I explained the play to Qiao Zhixi again.

The third take was finally successful, but when Director Chen sat back behind the monitor to watch the playback, his brows furrowed.

Every shot of Lu Yu could be directly edited into a film; her expressions, eyes, and body language were all perfectly accurate.

However, Qiao Zhixi's part was barely usable, as it was too overpowering in terms of momentum.

The footage on the monitor didn't look like a balanced confrontation between teacher and student; it looked more like a primary school student being scolded by their homeroom teacher for making a mistake.

Director Chen sighed and said nothing.

He knew this wasn't just Qiao Zhixi's problem.

Lu Yu's aura is indeed too strong.

With his imposing face and towering height, coupled with his natural acting skills, even seasoned veteran actors have to be on their toes when acting alongside him.

Moreover, Qiao Zhixi is a self-taught idol who entered the talent show scene much later in life.

There's no other way but to work on the editing later.

After filming the scene, Qiao Zhixi returned to the rest area and plopped down on a folding chair.

He pushed the water glass that his assistant, Xiao Cheng, handed him away, saying, "I don't want to drink it."

Xiao Cheng almost dropped the cup from his hand, but he caught it and carefully placed it on the table.

He moved closer to Qiao Zhixi and said in a low voice, "Brother Qiao, that Lu Yu is bullying people too much."

"You forgot your lines just now, it must be because he deliberately glared at you, ruining your rhythm."

Qiao Zhixi was already seething with anger, and hearing this made her even more agitated.

He knew that Xiao Cheng was trying to save face for him, and he also knew where his problem lay.

When acting opposite Lu Yu, he couldn't help but be distracted.

That face, that height.

Even if the other party did nothing, the sheer pressure of their physique and aura made him feel somewhat intimidated.

Qiao Zhixi subconsciously compares herself to Lu Yu.

Skin, facial features, height, temperament—it seems like I can't compare to anyone else.

This feeling of being completely overwhelmed was magnified tenfold in front of the camera, making him more and more flustered as he acted, and the more flustered he became, the more mistakes he made.

"Say less," Qiao Zhixi said irritably, waving her hand at Xiao Cheng.

Xiao Cheng awkwardly stepped aside, secretly wondering to himself.

The new actor Lu Yu really did a great job. His arrogant gaze sent chills down his spine.

Is this person really a newcomer? Can a newcomer have this kind of acting skill?

When they moved locations in the afternoon, the entire crew was moving equipment, moving lights, and rebuilding props.

Several young men carried heavy tracks and light fixtures, moving back and forth in the narrow passageway.

Everyone was in a hurry.

Lu Yu stood by the passageway, flipping through the script, wanting to take advantage of the break between scenes to go over the lines for the next scene again.

Qiao Zhixi's assistant, Xiao Cheng, walked over from the other end of the passage.

He was holding a thermos, Qiao Zhixi's personal thermos, filled with honey lemon water.

He saw Lu Yu standing beside the passageway and paused for a moment.

He deliberately veered slightly in Lu Yu's direction.