Chapter 25.1 (1/2)

Ch 25 Part 1

Ji Mian took a sip of mineral water after eating. After drinking it, he lied down in the front seat with his eyebrows locked and eyes closed.

Lin Le Yang wanted to talk to him but was interrupted by Fang Kun. “Don’t quarrel with him. He is rehearsing the next few scenes in his mind. It’s his habit.”

In other words, Fang Kun hasn’t seen Ji Mian like this for a long time. At the beginning of his career, Ji Mian always took every movie seriously. Before shooting, he would think over and brew emotions and then plunge in the most energetic state. It is with this seriousness and perseverance that his acting skills helped him to be promoted to this level.

But it’s just because he was promoted too fast and climbed too high. In recent years, he had lost interest in acting. He was no longer eager to devote himself to it. He’s standing where he is, and there was no motivation to move on, so he was going to go behind the scenes.

Fang Kun felt anxious and sad about his current situation but did not expect that when he got serious again, it would be because of a new person. Was Xiao Jiashu’s talent so terrible? So scary that even Ji Mian was stimulated?

Lin Le Yang was Ji Mian’s assistant for only a few months, and then he went to university. He didn’t know that he had the habit, so he calmed down. After resting for more than 20 minutes, Luo Zhang Wei’s cry came from outside the car, “It’s time to shoot, it’s time to shoot, everyone get ready!”

Ji Mian immediately opened his eyes, lowered down his sleeves, put on the suit, and strode towards the set. During this time, he didn’t look at anyone nor said a word. His expression was very serious. Lin Le Yang was frightened by such a Ji Mian. He was stunned that it took him a while to catch up with him. Behind him came Fang Kun’s murmur, “Really stimulated by Xiao Jiashu.”

Stimulated by Xiao Jiashu? What do you mean? Lin Le yang thought of a possibility and his face turned a little black.

Xiao Jiashu reapplied the make-up after eating and stood beside Luo Zhang Wei waiting for the shoot. Afterwards, his scenes are few and as long as he was dressed as a corpse, most of the time he had nothing to do. In the past, he would have moved to a lazy chair and hid in a quiet corner to play games, but now his eyes were shining and eager.

Seeing Ji Mian come over to let the make-up artist wet his suit jacket, Xiao Jiashu’s eyes immediately zoned in on him. His head turned to wherever Ji Mian went, like a small wolfhound locked onto the target.