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Chapter 74 Still eating potato chips? You'd better take a punch from me!
"Feed~!" Wang Zian said helplessly, looking at her. "Your gaze is ridiculous. I've already eaten, and you're still mixed in with it, so greedy!"
"I'll give you the next pack in a bit!"
Zhou Ye blushed at his words and glared at him fiercely.
"What nonsense are you talking about? You think I don't watch Detective Conan?! I don't have Genta's eyes! I just wanted to eat potato chips!"
"Okay, okay, okay!"
Wang Zian didn't argue with her, "Um, you're not allowed to really hit me later!"
"It depends on my mood~!" Zhou Ye said arrogantly.
Soon, Xiao Yang, who was in charge of the lighting, came over with a bag that looked exactly the same.
After it was opened, seven or eight people divided it up.
Wang Zi'an even gave Zhou Ye a little extra; "Here you go, you're got a sweet tooth!"
After they finished eating, the makeup artist used a powder puff to press on their faces and then applied a layer of mirror lip gloss to Zhou Ye.
The third take begins.
This time, the camera starts with a close-up of the potato chips in Wang Zi'an's hand, so there's no need to start from the beginning; it directly picks up where Zhou Ye left off after taking the bag of potato chips.
"Let's start with a close-up of potato chips—ready, go!"
Zhou Ye took the bag of potato chips with both hands and looked down at it.
The camera pans up and focuses on Zhou Ye's somewhat bewildered gaze, then is quickly replaced by something brighter.
She bit her lip, not with the restrained lightness she had shown before, but with a more obvious, mischievous glint in her eye.
She copied the entire process that Wang Zi'an had just performed on her exactly:
I picked up a piece, licked it from all sides, put it back, twisted the bag shut, and shook it vigorously.
She shook it so hard that her hair flew off her shoulders, and a few stray strands stuck to the lip gloss at the corner of her mouth.
When she finished shaking the bag and handed it back, she even reached out to smooth her disheveled hair, her movements conveying a sense of "I'm done, it's your turn."
"Are you still going to eat?"
Wang Zian took the bag expressionlessly.
He looked away from Zhou Ye's face, glanced down at the bag, reached in, and pulled out a piece.
Then he turned the bag inside out and turned it upside down, but there was nothing there.
According to the script, he should show a smug expression at this point, as if he has "turned the tables."
But just as he was supposed to make that expression, he glanced up at Zhou Ye.
The face that had been smug and waiting to see a good show just moments before was now completely taken aback.
Her mouth was slightly open, her eyebrows were raised half an inch, and her eyes were fixed on the empty bag turned upside down in his hand. She seemed to be suffering the consequences of her own prank.
Suddenly he couldn't help but laugh, "Hahaha~! I'm so sorry, so sorry~!"
He buried his face in his elbows, his shoulders shaking, and muffled laughter came from the crook of his arms.
Zhou Ye's acting was spot-on, his expressions were full, and his sense of rhythm was excellent; but it was just too good, too serious.
"What are you doing? You were acting perfectly fine, why are you laughing?"
Zhou Ye helplessly crossed his arms, pursed his lips, and looked down at Wang Zi'an, who was slumped over the table.
"Hahaha~!" Wang Zian raised his arm and waved to her with a slightly apologetic expression.
"I didn't mean to!"
He sat up straight, put his hands together, and made an apologetic gesture to the team behind him.
He knew it was bad to laugh, but seeing Zhou Ye's serious performance, he really couldn't help himself.
"Um, what?" Wang Zi'an asked Zhou Ye, "How did you manage to deliver those lines so seriously while simultaneously making facial expressions?"
"Isn't this what we should do?" Zhou Ye blurted out.
After saying that, Zhou Ye remembered.
She raised an eyebrow: "That's right! You haven't received any professional acting training!"
From the initial entrance exam for art school until now, she has always felt that Wang Zian can do everything.
Singing, martial arts, and screenwriting—so I subconsciously assumed he was also a great actor.
It wasn't until he burst out laughing just now that she suddenly realized what had happened.
This guy can't perform.
That's not right either!
"You performed really well in your third audition that day!"
Wang Zian was also speechless, and said truthfully and without embellishment, "That day I just looked at you with my eyes. I didn't do anything else."
"Nonsense!" Zhou Ye's voice rose a half octave; she didn't believe his story at all.
She remembered the scene from that day, and the way Wang Zi'an looked at her, very clearly.
"Your eyes are clearly very expressive."
Old Li also came out from behind the camera. Hearing the conversation between the two, he pinched his chin and looked Wang Zi'an up and down.
When Zhou Ye saw him coming, he pointed at Wang Zi'an as if he had found a notary, his tone filled with resentment:
"Director Li, do you think he can act? He just wasn't taking it seriously, he wasn't paying attention."
Old Li stood between the two, looked at Wang Zi'an, then at Zhou Ye, and slowly nodded, then shook his head.
Old Li organized his thoughts and said in his usual slow and deliberate manner, "Judging from the performance just now, Mr. Wang's acting skills are quite realistic."
Being close to reality means not existing, right?
Zhou Ye silently translated it in his mind.
"However," Old Li said, raising a finger to change the subject.
His gaze fell on Wang Zian's face, as if he were looking at a new machine that hadn't been calibrated yet but had an excellent foundation.
"His eyes are bright and expressive; it's innate."
"Some people practice in front of the camera for ten years, but their eyes still look lifeless. Others don't need to make any big expressions; just by looking at you, you can feel something in their eyes."
"So you feel that his performance is emotional and sentimental."
"This isn't acting; it's that he wasn't even aware of what he was revealing while you were watching him."
"Eyes can speak?" Zhou Ye repeated Old Li's words in her mind, then turned around, tilted her head back, and stared straight into Wang Zi'an's eyes.
The light filtering through the blinds illuminated her almond-shaped eyes, revealing a faint amber hue deep within her pupils.
He was just smiling, but after being stared at like that for a few seconds, the smile on his lips slowly faded, but his eyes remained the same.
"Is this what they mean by eyes being able to act?"
Old Li nodded, "Almost there, but there's still a way to go. I still need to learn acting systematically."
"Tch~!" Zhou Ye pouted with a hint of envy. "You actually have a talent for this."
"Alright, alright. Let's do it again." Wang Zian pulled his chair forward and put his hands back on the keyboard.
He was aware of his own situation; there was a long way to go between having talent and being a good actor, and he still had a lot to learn systematically.
But all that can wait. Right now, he just wants to finish filming this scene.
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The filming began when he took out potato chips again.
Next, all Zhou Ye needs to do is rush up to him, hug his neck, and playfully tease him.
What Prince An needed was simply to not resist, but to beg for mercy and surrender.
"Action!"
Wang Zian placed the empty bag on the table, looked up, and gave Zhou Ye a look that suggested a counterattack, like the kind of look written in the script.
Then Zhou Ye made a move.
She moved faster than anyone expected.
He lunged at Wang Zi'an.
She raised her right fist, pulled her elbow back, and adopted a very wide stance.
It wasn't the playful fighting required in the script, but rather a very standard preparatory stance for a Russian-style swing punch.
"Still eating potato chips? Take this punch!"
"Click!"
Zhou Ye's fist stopped about fifteen centimeters away from Wang Zi'an's face.
Old Li's "click" was more timely than ever before, and Wang Zi'an couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.
Judging from this, Zhou Ye might really hit him.
"Director, you called too early!" Zhou Ye turned around and complained to Lao Li.
Old Li looked up from behind the monitor and chuckled twice.
"You two performed wonderfully this time; your emotions and attention to detail were spot on!"
He added in his mind, "If it had been half a second later, someone might have really died."
Wang Zian readily raised both hands, gave Lao Li a thumbs-up, and then turned to Zhou Ye with a genuine expression of approval.
"This ending is not bad either. Rushing in to fight is normal between couples."
"However, we need to agree in advance that you should let me know beforehand next time."
"Now that I've reminded you, you're prepared!" Zhou Ye lowered his fist, a smirk playing on his lips. "How are you going to act with your eyes now?"
"Hehehe~! Let's go check out the materials first!"
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