The right sleeve was slightly rolled up, revealing a jade-like wrist holding a long sword, as her eyebrows and eyes cast downwards, with her eyelashes curled upwards.
Her beauty was beyond belief.
Everyone held their breath.
"I can’t believe it—is that Tang Shu?!"
"My god, that’s way too icy, she’s like the Ice Beauty herself!"
"I’ve seen her playing Huan Ying in black, so fierce, I thought she was just suited for wearing black suits."
"Clearly she’s even more suitable for white!"
"There, there, Tang Shu looks so right standing there!"
"This aura... doesn’t seem quite the same as Huan Ying, does it?"
"Be confident, take out ’seems like,’ it’s completely two different styles! Huan Ying is an assassin, besides being cold, she has a killing aura, while the current Zhou Qi is cold and detached, it’s an indifference that permeates from her bones."
"How does she manage two completely different temperaments? Curious!"
"Zhou Qi has come alive, she has come alive!"
The last remark was from the screenwriter, who, as the story’s creator, knew the character of Zhou Qi better than anyone else.
He hadn’t been satisfied with the original actor and since Zhou Qi was supposed to be an Ice Beauty, he’d cut down her lines to just a few sentences.
"Damn it! I’ve got inspiration, the kind you write a long novel about!"
The director, who had just sat down, was startled and nearly fell off his chair.
"No, don’t do this to me now. Take a break!"
Finding someone to take over this mess wasn’t easy, and this person was the very popular Tang Shu—truly a pie from the sky.
Please don’t ruin this opportunity with overzealousness!
"Let’s focus on the filming! Do a good job, most of Zhou Qi’s scenes are on wires, if you add more, even an iron man would be overwhelmed!"
"Then... what if I add to her scenes on the ground?"
The screenwriter persisted.
The director turned green with frustration, "Do you remember, this is a comedy movie?"
Having the Ice Beauty deliver serious lines inevitably kills the comedic effect; what’s the point of a comedy then?
The screenwriter realized his mistake and reluctantly hummed and hawed for quite some time.
Only then did the director, sweating profusely, pick up the walkie-talkie and shout at the person under the spotlight.
The whole crew ramped up their enthusiasm for work, more active than any other day, as if injected with adrenaline.
Under the camera, Tang Shu lightly lifted her sword, weaving it in a floral pattern and thrusting towards the other, her white garment billowing in the wind, dazzling everyone’s eyes.
"Holy shit! My soul is about to fly away!"
"That is precisely the swordswoman of my dreams, otherworldly beautiful—"
"Her gaze is so indifferent, it feels like she sees us but at the same time, she doesn’t—emmmmm, how does she do that?"
"Speaking of which, don’t you guys feel the pressure is kinda unnecessary? Tang Shu is totally at ease!"
Performing on wires is a great challenge for an actor, as being uncomfortable strapped in the air and having to perform various movements and expressions is no easy task.
However, to everyone’s eyes, every move Tang Shu made seemed effortless, untouched by the restraints of the wires!
"Hey, no kidding, it’s true!"
"She’s so good at controlling herself! And she learns the moves so quickly!"
The staff discussed quietly, and Geng Qiuqiu, standing on the side, became more and more excited.