Sheng Tang woke up, went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, and then sat down to read the script.
Although she had already memorized the script, she still took every opportunity to read it, deepening her understanding of the character.
This script was almost identical to the one she memorized in her previous life, with just a few different expressions.
All afternoon, Gu Jiahui stayed in her room without making a sound, not even getting up to pour a glass of water. If it weren’t for the constant clacking of his keyboard, Sheng Tang wouldn’t even have felt his presence.
She lay half-reclining on the bed reading the script, and whenever she got tired, she would glance at him.
He wore glasses and was extremely focused, looking a lot like Gu Shiting when he was in study mode.
Thinking of Gu Shiting made Sheng Tang’s heart skip a beat, and she quickly pulled herself out of her thoughts.
Gradually, Sheng Tang also became immersed in her script.
Suddenly, Gu Jiahui’s phone rang.
It was an alarm.
He turned off the alarm and stood up to stretch.
Sheng Tang lifted her eyes to look at him, "Why set an alarm?"
"Work time is over," Gu Jiahui said.
He stood up, stretched his limbs a bit, and then flopped onto the bed next to Sheng Tang.
The mattress dipped slightly where he lay down, causing Sheng Tang to roll a bit closer to him.
She moved back a bit.
"What are you reading?" Gu Jiahui casually tossed his glasses onto the nightstand and asked Sheng Tang.
Sheng Tang: "The script."
He just lay there, slumped against the pillow.
Sheng Tang was waiting for him to say something, but he closed his eyes and started to doze off.
Sheng Tang: "..."
She had no choice but to get up, intending to give him the bed. But Gu Jiahui spoke up, "I’m not sleeping, just resting my eyes. Stay comfortable, don’t mind me."
"Okay."
The room was getting dim.
In the group chat, the crew was calling everyone to go eat.
Sheng Tang got up and said to Gu Jiahui, "Asleep?"
Gu Jiahui’s voice was clear, "No."
"Get up, they’re calling us downstairs for dinner," Sheng Tang said. "Let’s go down."
But Gu Jiahui suddenly said, "I need to take a shower first."
Sheng Tang had no reason to stop him from showering, so she played on her phone while waiting for him.
He took his time and took half an hour to finish his shower, then got dressed and ready, with his hair still half-dry. The hotel’s body wash had a distinct, cheap scent that kept wafting into Sheng Tang’s nose.
They were the last to go downstairs.
President Gu hadn’t arrived yet, and downstairs, the food was already served, but no one had started eating even though some people were starving.
Seeing the two of them come downstairs, everyone turned their gaze on them.
Gu Jiahui’s scent and half-dry hair suggested they had been doing something in their room.
Sheng Tang was slow to realize Gu Jiahui’s intent—this vain man.
"I didn’t even shower. Just because you showered, everyone’s going to think you’ve been working hard all afternoon?" Sheng Tang thought to herself.
But seeing everyone’s knowing expressions, Sheng Tang felt they truly believed that.
Good grief...
There was even a bit of envy in Ai Xiao’s eyes.
Girl, what are you envious about? You didn’t envy him coming over in the morning, but now that he’s showered before dinner, what exactly are you envious of?
Sheng Tang kept a straight face.
This time, unlike lunch, Gu Jiahui wasn’t surrounded by the director and the producer; they left two adjacent seats for Sheng Tang and Gu Jiahui.
Eating with actors is actually quite dull.
Sheng Tang, Ai Xiao, and Qian Zhe Lin only ate steamed yam or sweet potatoes. The table was full of dishes, but no matter how plain, they still had oil and salt, which they wouldn’t touch.
Being an artist is really tough.