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

While Tan Yao was sending a message to Song Xijin, the scene took another NG (no good take).

Everyone was on the verge of their suppressed anger exploding.

The props crew squatted on the sidelines, smoking one cigarette after another, and even the usually mild-mannered stagehands were sulking.

They deliberately made a lot of noise when moving the props.

The extras sat on the steps for over an hour without moving, and their legs went numb.

Several people secretly changed their poses when the director wasn't looking, but the assistant director yelled them back through a megaphone.

Only Qiao Zhixi was having a great time.

Who said his acting is bad?

Didn't he act very naturally today?

Every time he made a mistake, the apology on his face was impeccably sincere.

His furrowed brows, his slightly bitten lower lip, his deep bow, and that phrase he'd already said so naturally.

"I'm sorry everyone, it's my fault for delaying your progress."

Everyone was watching him, but no one could find fault with him.

Everyone knows he didn't do it on purpose.

If you mispronounce a line, it's because you have too many scenes with your co-stars, so it's normal to slip up.

His stance was off-center, which made it difficult to control his direction while suspended in the air by wires. It was his first time performing such a difficult move while suspended by wires, so some mishaps were inevitable.

His expression went blank because he was too engrossed in the role and hadn't yet shifted his emotions.

As for sneezing, the dust on set was too much, who could control themselves from sneezing?

These are common problems that occur on set and among actors.

What does it have to do with him?

Every time she made a mistake, Qiao Zhixi could find a perfect excuse.

Every excuse he made was reasonable, and he felt he deserved to be forgiven.

Today he's not playing Ling Yunshu, but a dedicated but unlucky guy who keeps running into all sorts of problems.

And Lu Yu...

When Qiao Zhixi was lowered from the wire to rest, she glanced at Lu Yu on the sidelines out of the corner of her eye.

Today, he finally got what he deserved.

I fell from the sky more than ten times, my knees hitting the jade ground, each time a hard landing.

Qiao Zhixi noticed that Lu Yu was a little slower than before when he stood up this time.

His assistant, Xiao Ma, ran over to help him, but Lu Yu waved him away.

Oh.

Lu Yu made him lose face in front of the entire crew back then, so it's not too much to ask him to kneel down a few more times during filming, is it?

It's just a matter of tit for tat.

Qiao Zhixi had carefully observed the scene before filming today, and the production company's CEO, Mr. Dong, was also present on set today.

He was sitting under the parasol behind the monitor, with a young man he had never seen before sitting next to him.

They were dressed in flashy clothes and didn't look like they were from the film crew.

He had to do so many takes, and Mr. Dong just sat there watching without standing up or saying anything.

What does this tell us? Isn't it obvious?

The important figure who came last time was not familiar with Lu Yu at all.

If he really had some powerful backer, how could Dong Yanchen sit there so calmly and without moving after he had messed with Lu Yu so many times?

Ye Mingqi was just worrying unnecessarily, taking a few casual polite words as some kind of imperial edict.

I was terrified when I got back.

They even said things like, "He can destroy the Ye family with just a few words."

If he really has that much skill, why doesn't he come back again?

Qiao Zhixi thought about it more and more and felt that her analysis made a lot of sense, and she admired her own intelligence.

He was thinking that once the director yelled "action," he would come up with a new idea.

The wire operator seemed quite easy to talk to. Just now, he asked the operator to accidentally slip, and although the operator hesitated for a moment, he did as he was told.

After all, he's the male lead, the biggest star in the show. What good would it do to offend him?

Tan Yao glanced at Dong Yanchen sideways.

Although his gaze wasn't exactly stern, Dong Yanchen felt a chill run down his spine.

Tan Yao is usually a carefree and easygoing person, but when he gets serious, he can be quite imposing.

"Aren't you going up and say a few words?" Tan Yao's voice was just loud enough for Dong Yanchen to hear.

"If anything really happens, when that ancestor arrives, none of you who stood by and did nothing will escape."

Dong Yanchen's expression changed.

He immediately jumped up from the chair behind the monitor, nearly knocking over the coffee cup on the small table next to him.

Dong Yancheng strode into the film set, his face contorted with an extremely unpleasant expression, dark and gloomy.

Director Chen picked up the walkie-talkie, ready to call "action".

Seeing Dong Yanchen stride out behind him, he immediately put down his walkie-talkie and stepped aside.

Although he is the director, Dong Yanchen is the big boss of the production company, and the entire crew was assembled by Dong Yanchen.

In this small area, Dong Yanchen's word is law.

"Qiao Zhixi!" Dong Yanchen's angry voice rang out beside the Execution Platform, and the film set with hundreds of people instantly fell silent.

"Can you even act? If you can't, replace me! Do you know how much time you've wasted? You've made hundreds of people play house with you?"

Qiao Zhixi was stunned by Dong Yancheng's shout.

In his memory, Dong Yanchen had always been the kind of nice guy who always smiled at everyone.

At the opening ceremony, they treated him like a brother, and when they came to inspect the set, they would pat him on the shoulder and say, "You've worked hard."

He would occasionally have his assistant bring him some fruit and snacks.

Qiao Zhixi got the role through her connection with Ye Mingqi, and Dong Yanchen has always been very polite to her.

He had never seen Dong Yanchen so angry.

Qiao Zhixi quickly regained her composure.

What's the panic?

Dong Yanchen was just putting on a show in front of the whole crew, after all, he was the producer.

He has to come out and complain when the progress is delayed, otherwise how can he convince the public?

Once the insults are over, that's it; no one will actually do anything to him.

Qiao Zhixi took a step forward with her head down, clasped her hands in front of her, leaned forward slightly, and softened her voice.

He exuded sincerity, clearly knowing he had made a mistake.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dong, I wasn't feeling well today and caused everyone to fall behind schedule."

"I am so, so sorry."

He bowed deeply, his waist bent very low.

"I will definitely take better photos next time and won't let everyone's filming be delayed because of me again."

He practiced this apology routine countless times during his time on talent shows.

You have to apologize if you lose a competition, if your ranking drops, if you make a mistake on stage, or if you are criticized by your seniors.

That way, fans will feel sorry for him and fight for him.

The angle of the bow, the timing of the reddening of the eyes, the proportion of nasal sounds in the tone—everything was carefully practiced.

No one can resist a handsome boy who is so sincere in admitting his mistakes.

Although Qiao Zhixi was confident, he was still a little scared this time.

Dong Yanchen's statement that if someone can't act, we'll replace them didn't seem like a casual remark.

Even if it was just something said in anger, the words spoken by the production company's big boss in front of hundreds of people in the crew still carry weight.

Qiao Zhixi dared not continue to deceive them.

Anyway, he had already made Lu Yu do more than ten takes for this scene, which was enough.

Any more and it would really seem a bit deliberate.