Chapter 60: Chapter 60: From Hater to Fan
“Cheng Jingshu, what’s going on with you?!”
Unperceived, Cheng Jingshu’s expression control slipped again, and Li Jiahua was thoroughly incensed this time, standing up to hit the clapperboard.
Cheng Jingshu was no longer in the right state of mind, unable to tolerate how she looked down upon, and wanted to trample on, someone who had completely departed from her imagination and design, completely out of control.
He’s clearly a loser! How could this have happened!
“CEO, has Miss Cheng been overshadowed in the scene?”
Although Pang Kai served as the CEO’s assistant, having been involved with the entertainment industry for many years, he had some understanding of acting.
Being overshadowed meant that in a scene with two actors, if the performance and presence of one were not on the same level as the other’s, the weaker party could easily be crushed, leading to poor performance and a mental breakdown.
But it was impossible, wasn’t it? Ye Xian was just a newcomer to the film and television industry, even holding the dubious ‘honor’ of the lowest Douban score, while Cheng Jingshu had just won the Magnolia Award for Best Actress!
Pang Kai turned to look at Bo Tingshen and realized that the CEO… was actually still watching Ye Xian!
He had never seen the CEO focus on someone for so long.
“However, this Ye Xian is quite surprising. He can actually speak French. Didn’t he list high school as his highest education when he joined the company? Did he study abroad before?”
Pang Kai rambled on, Bo Tingshen glanced at him indifferently from the corner of his eye.
Pang Kai extracted two words—noisy.
He immediately shut his mouth.
“Senior Jingshu, would you like to take a break?”
Ye Xian picked up a cup of water and handed it to Cheng Jingshu, but she knocked it away, “Don’t pretend to be kind.”
Jiang Xin: “You…” She had always had a good impression of Cheng Jingshu, but today’s scene made her feel that Cheng Jingshu was being unreasonably difficult. Ye Xian spoke fluent French, which had surprised everyone present, yet she was the only one with a foul expression, constantly causing NGs, wasting other people’s performances.
Could it be that she felt upstaged by Ye Xian? That thought seemed far too petty.
“It’s okay.” Ye Xian looked at the water droplets that had splashed onto his hand, lowered his gaze slightly, and set down the water cup, “Since Senior Jingshu is fine, let’s continue.”
Li Jiahua had no choice but to start again.
But what was originally a simple scene was shot five or six times repeatedly, and each time the issue lay with Cheng Jingshu. It was as if she was defiantly determined to ruin the scene, to break Ye Xian’s state of mind.
Remarkably, even though everyone could see that Cheng Jingshu was doing it on purpose, it was Ye Xian who repeatedly spoke up for her, pacified the director’s mood, and suggested they keep shooting as if nothing were wrong with him.
Huihui watched from behind the camera, tears gradually blurring her vision.
She wasn’t an overly sentimental girl, but watching this scene suddenly filled her with sadness and regret.
Ye Xian was such a good brother, kind and professional. Even when a fellow actor deliberately provoked and disrupted him, he never blamed them and showed no ill temper, but patiently began again and again. His superior upbringing and composure seemed to radiate from his very bones.
If she hadn’t come to the set in person, if she hadn’t witnessed this scene with her own eyes, she feared she would always have been one of Ye Xian’s detractors, forever unaware of what a good person, what a diligent actor he was.
By contrast, the one she supported bullied others with her power, and slandered and framed them.
Perhaps one can never truly see a person’s real face behind the screen of the internet.
Sometimes, what the ears hear, what everyone echoes, is not the truth.
Huihui packed away her camera.