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

Tan Yao sat next to the monitor, his legs crossed, a posture he hadn't changed in half an hour.

He didn't drink a drop of the coffee he was holding.

His eyes were constantly fixed on what was happening on the field.

His brows furrowed slightly from the very first take.

When he watched it for the eighth time, Tan Yao put his coffee cup on the small table next to him and touched his chin with his fingers.

His gaze shifted from Lu Yu to Qiao Zhixi, and then back again.

"Who is the actor who acts opposite Lu Yu?" Tan Yao asked.

Dong Yanchen sat next to him, his expression already quite unpleasant.

He didn't pay attention when he took the first NG (no good) take.

It's normal to have to do several takes when filming big action scenes; even an award-winning actor can't guarantee a perfect take.

On the third time, he started to feel something was wrong.

By the fifth time, he was pretty sure.

By the eighth time, Dong Yancheng's face was so black it looked like ink could drip from it.

"The person Ye Mingqi put in," Dong Yanchen said in a low voice, "is called Qiao Zhixi, she came from a talent show."

"Oh? Is that the lover of Ye Mingqi that you mentioned last time?" Tan Yao thought of something.

"Hmm." Dong Yancheng tapped his fingers on his knee in frustration. "I thought Ye Mingqi had already taught Brother Song a lesson when he came last time."

"I didn't expect him to be so brainless."

Tan Yao gave a soft "heh".

The laughter was brief, yet profound.

He slowly took out his phone from his pocket, opened the camera, and pressed the shutter button in the direction of the Execution Platform.

The camera captured Lu Yu being lifted off the ground by wires, preparing to begin the ninth take.

"Yao'er, isn't this inappropriate?" Dong Yanchen reached out to stop him, but Tan Yao gently pushed his arm away.

"Don't worry, it definitely won't be leaked." Tan Yao tapped the screen a few times, his tone nonchalant. "I'll just send it to Xi Jin."

Dong Yanchen's hand froze in mid-air, his shock turning into panic, and finally into a bitter smile of despair and resignation.

"Yao'er, if Brother Song finds out about this, will I still be able to continue filming?"

Tan Yao continued filming the scene on the Execution Platform, oblivious to everything else.

On the phone screen, Lu Yu was being hoisted back into the air by wires.

Ninth time.

His knees were obscured by his costume.

But Tan Yao noticed that when Lu Yu took off this time, his legs stiffened for a moment, and his body was not as relaxed as before.

"Yanchen," Tan Yao pressed the record button again, his tone becoming more serious, "you're not familiar with Xijin, you don't understand him."

"If you tell him this on your own initiative, there's still room for maneuver."

But if you let him find out on his own, the consequences will be beyond your control.

It's been almost an hour since filming started.

The production, which involved a huge investment of manpower and resources, was still not finished filming, and hundreds of extras sat on the steps, too afraid to move.

The elders and Fan Siyao, who played the saintess, also accompanied her through the rehearsals.

Everyone's patience is being worn down little by little.

Lu Yu, from the first time until now, has to fall from a great height and kneel on the ground every time.

When he stood up, his movements were still swift and decisive, and there was no impatient expression on his face.

Everyone noticed that before Lu Yu stood up for the last two times, he would unconsciously brace himself with his palm on the ground.

Tan Yao finished recording the video, opened WeChat, found Song Xijin's profile picture, and sent the video to her.

Then I typed a line of text.

"Xi Jin, your ex-boyfriend is really working hard filming. I feel sorry for him kneeling on the ground again and again."

His co-star was terrible; he made mistakes every time.

After sending the message, Tan Yao put his phone in his pocket, leaned back in his chair, and gave Dong Yanchen a gloating look.

Dong Yanchen's face fell completely, as if he had witnessed the apocalypse ahead of time.

"Yao'er..." Dong Yanchen's voice carried a faint glimmer of hope, "Won't Brother Song... take his anger out on me and implicate the entire crew?"

"Guess?" Tan Yao picked up the completely melted iced coffee and took a sip.

The taste seemed off, so I frowned and put it down.

Dong Yanchen leaned back in his chair, slumped in, and stared at the sky for a long while.

Filming for "With the Immortals" has been going on for almost a month.

How many scenes did Qiao Zhixi film in this month?

The scenes involving confrontations with Lu Yu, romantic scenes with Fan Siyao, and ensemble scenes with other supporting characters.

There must have been at least two hundred matches.

If Song Xijin comes to the production team again, Qiao Zhixi will definitely not be able to stay.

All the dramas that Qiao Zhixi filmed before may have to be reshot.

All of the male lead's scenes had to be reshot, which wasn't just a matter of spending a little more money; the entire filming schedule had to be rearranged.

All the actors who had scenes with the male lead had to come back for reshoots.

There's also post-production editing, voice-over, and special effects; a small change can have far-reaching consequences.

Song Xijin sat in his office and watched the video Tan Yao sent him many times.

The phone screen was small, but he could see it clearly.

Lu Yu, dressed in that elaborate white robe, fell from the sky, his knees slamming heavily onto the white table.

Even though he couldn't hear, he knew how painful that blow was.

But the next second, Lu Yu stood up, stretched his knees, and was hoisted back up by wires.

The scene cuts to the next clip.

He fell again, his knees hitting the ground, and he got up again.

The video wasn't long, but Song Xijin watched it several times until he felt the phone screen getting slightly hot from his fingers.

Is Lu Yu an idiot?

Can't you tell that the guy surnamed Qiao on the other side is deliberately messing with him?

He knelt on the ground again and again, each time falling so hard.

With his acting skills, he could easily fake a fall, use camera tricks, or even use a stunt double.

He just wouldn't.

He just knelt there obediently, as if he wanted to smash his knees to the ground every time.

Lu Yu felt that it was what he should do, that it was his duty as an actor.

He felt that as long as he was serious and dedicated enough, he could make a good film and live up to the director and the crew's expectations.

Song Xijin felt a tightness in her chest.

It's not that I'm angry at Lu Yu.

What did Lu Yu do wrong? He just wanted to make the film a good one.

He was angry at that guy surnamed Qiao.

He shouldn't have listened to Lu Yu last time and let that person go!

Lu Yu is his man.

Song Xijin was so angry with Lu Yu several times, but she couldn't bring herself to say a harsh word.

This Qiao Zhixi is asking for it.

Song Xijin originally planned to go to the film and television city the day after tomorrow.

Tomorrow, once the crucial negotiation on Wednesday afternoon is finalized, he can free up his time on Thursday and Friday to fly over and spend two days with Lu Yu.

Song Xijin had even asked her assistant Chen to book plane tickets for the day after tomorrow, and had also searched online for a good new restaurant near the film studio.

I'm planning to take Lu Yu to try it sometime.

Now, he can't wait a moment longer.

Song Xijin picked up the landline and dialed the internal line. The call was answered after one ring.

"Assistant Chen, come to my office."

Assistant Chen jogged in, and when he saw President Song's expression as he pushed the door open, his heart skipped a beat.

Book me the earliest flight to Zhejiang Film and Television City.

"Now, immediately." Song Xijin's voice was frighteningly cold.

Assistant Chen opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to remind President Song that there was an important merger and acquisition negotiation on Wednesday afternoon.

He glanced at Song Xijin's expression, immediately swallowed his reminder, and turned to go out and book a plane ticket.