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If Ling Jiale knew that it would be the scene in front of him, he would have accepted Shen Ge's suggestion last night that he wanted to prepare the scene in advance, so that the director would not have to direct the action from the beginning.

"Shen Ge usually likes to use his right hand?" Wang Xu asked.

"I..." Shen Ge was stunned, his brain couldn't function anymore.

Wang Xu actually knew where he understood this sentence, and sneered: "What are you thinking? I asked you if you are left-handed?"

Shen Ge raised his right hand with a shy face.

Wang Xu directly grabbed his wrist, and "placed" his right hand on Ling Jiale's chest.

Can't blame him for being unresponsive.For a young man who is full of vigor, his current situation is too difficult.

At this moment, Ling Jiale was in his arms, being hugged by him from behind - "hugging" is still too gentle to describe them. Their current posture is that "Jiang Lu" repented and wanted to run, but was "Zhang Song" Fall from behind.

Before being "thrown down", Ling Jiale was putting the water glass on the table.Therefore, their posture at the moment is that Ling Jiale is supporting the small square table against the wall with both hands, and his back is bent because of the impact from behind; Shen Ge is standing behind him, with one arm being strangled by Wang Xu. The other hand was grabbed by Wang Xu's wrist, and he put it on his chest through the shirt for a while, and clutched his navel weakly for a while.

"This way, this way, it's okay, it's not just a touch, but a touch, understand me? The rest is up to you." Wang Xu took Shen Ge's hand and changed positions on Ling Jiale's body.

At this time, Shen Ge agreed with Ling Jiale's point of view: "Wang Xu is very good at giving lectures to actors."

Wang Xu just took his hand and set a few points on Ling Jiale's body, which not only inspired his imagination, but also greatly strengthened his courage.

His hand seemed to have a mind of its own, regardless of his own shyness and restraint, he couldn't wait to move it.

"You two discuss it again, and then try to walk from the beginning." Wang Xu left after giving instructions.

Shen Ge immediately let go of his hand and took two steps back, Ling Jiale turned his face, his face was red, and his eyes were quite fierce, which perfectly interpreted an idiom - the color is fierce and the inside is soft.

"Don't touch it!" Ling Jiale turned around completely, stretched out his index finger to stop in front of Shen Ge's nose, and nodded in warning.

Shen Ge raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, unable to speak, just nodded honestly, and at the same time complained endlessly in his heart: just now when he was talking about the play, it was through his clothes, but when he was performing later, he had to reach out to Ling Jiale's clothes go down.How can it be considered "no random touch"?

"Ja Le, don't scare him. You have to cooperate with the filming later, understand? You both will suffer if this kind of scene drags on." Wang Xu reappeared at some point, and said to Ling Jia Le.

Ling Jiale didn't quite understand what that "both of them suffer" meant, so he just nodded in a daze.

"Okay! Let's take a look at the effect first... Let's start!"

"Wenxi" first, Shen Ge and Ling Jiale walked into the room one after the other.

Ling Jiale used his own inconsistency to interpret Jiang Lu's inconsistency, standing stiffly in the middle of the room, his hands and feet seemed redundant and had nowhere to put them.

Shen Ge should be more calm. He walked to the table and picked up the kettle, then picked up the stopper and looked inside, and asked, "It's not bad, there's hot water. Hey, do you want some water?"

"Stop! Shen Ge, relax a little more, don't let Jiang Lu's nervousness infect you, Zhang Song can't be nervous at this time."

Shen Ge jumped on the spot, relaxing his joints and muscles, "Okay."

It’s just that this shot took more than a dozen shots, and the rest of it is similar.Almost every shot is a dozen or twenty ground grinders.

Shen Ge and Ling Jiale didn't know what Wang Xu's standard was, they were already dizzy in acting, and only when Wang Xu shouted "Pass", could they find relief for half an hour.

Zhang Song sat on the bed and asked Jiang Lu's name, age, school, and major.

Jiang Lu didn't answer at all, and kept standing in the position at the beginning with lowered eyebrows and drooping eyes, holding the water glass that Zhang Songqiang gave him and refusing to drink.

Zhang Song seemed a little impatient.

He looked at this shrunken man, and felt a strange feeling in his heart, like uneasiness, anxiety, and urgency.The mood was new to him, so foreign that he blamed it on running out of patience.

So he asked fiercely according to the mood of exhausted patience: "Why are you here? Are you gay?"

As soon as the word "homosexuality" came out, Jiang Lu seemed to be stabbed in the sole of his foot with a needle, and finally "lived".

He raised his head and glanced at Zhang Song hastily, "I'm not doing anything, I'm leaving now." Then he walked to the table, put down the cup, and fled the room.

"You leave as soon as you say?!" Zhang Song jumped up, and jumped on Jiang Lu the moment he turned around to put the cup on.

"Stop! Zhang Song didn't rush enough!"

"Stop! It's not as good as just now! What kind of car are you braking? I can see it clearly from here!"

"Stop! Why is one time better than one time? Shen Ge, do you know what you are acting? Give you 3 minutes to think about what I told you before! The film is not for you to waste like this! Ling Jiale, help me He strokes, let him wake up!"

Ling Jiale tugged at the hem of Shen Ge's clothes, gloating: "There were times when you were scolded so badly by the director?" It's just that when he said this, his tone was a little tired, and his eyes couldn't hide his worry.

Shen Ge smiled at him cooperatively, but also with some reluctance.

For these few shots, the two of them have been tortured for almost a day, and they are already exhausted.The physical fatigue is still secondary, and the main one is the mental torment.

They didn't know what effect Wang Xu wanted, and they didn't know what effect they had performed.

They are like white rats locked in a glass box for stress response experiments, only waiting for an order, and then bumping their heads, completely unaware of whether what awaits them is "Stop!" or "Pass!"

The moment he shouted "Stop", Ling Jiale would look back at Shen Ge.

The anxiety in the eyes of the two is the same. They are both asking themselves and each other, "Am I actually not good at acting?"

In just six hours, all the confidence in their acting skills that they had built up these days was destroyed.

Shen Ge picked up the prop cup and was about to put it to his mouth when he remembered something and handed it to Ling Jiale instead.

Ling Jiale didn't care about Shen Ge drinking water from this cup before, so he took it and drank it upside down.

They didn't eat lunch, and they didn't even drink a few sips of water.

Shen Ge picked up the water bottle, and the half bottle of water was empty even after drinking it.

He called the field manager: "Please add more water."

When the field manager came over with a thermos, he took a look at Shen Ge, and asked him to make the next one, and don't let everyone miss dinner.

Shen Ge avoided the field manager's sight and stood facing the table with his head down.Ling Jiale had never seen him so depressed, his usual energy was gone.

"Hey, you just rushed over, what are you afraid of?" Ling Jiale whispered next to him.

Shen Ge gave him a gloomy look.

"That's it—" Ling Jiale squeezed between him and the table, with her back in his arms.

Shen Ge immediately took half a step back.

Ling Jiale stretched out her hand back, grabbed his arm and pulled him forward. Shen Ge was pulled forward by him like a puppet, and his body was pressed against him.

Ling Jiale put his arm in front of her, and lay down on the front half, her buttocks pouted, and she was close to Shen Ge's crotch.

"That's what you're afraid of, isn't it?" Ling Jiale looked back at him jokingly, but she was filled with great tolerance and relief, and her cheeks were also a little hot, "It's okay, I understand even if you start to react, after all I'm so pretty."

Shen Ge smiled cautiously with a blushing face, let go of his hands and stepped back.

Ling Jiale turned around and patted him on the shoulder like a senior: "Come on, don't stress, that's how filming is."

What is filming like?

The king of bad movies and dramas, Wang Lingjiale, doesn't understand, he's just talking to comfort people.

He wouldn't say any more comforting words, so he could only pat Shen Ge on the shoulder again, and added: "I'm almost starving to death."

The next one, Shen Ge rushed over fiercely, Ling Jiale was hit by him and threw himself on the table, the water glass was tilted, almost half of the glass of water spilled out, spilling all over his front, his chest and lower abdomen were suddenly chilly.

I don't know whether it was intentional or just a coincidence, Ling Jiale's stomach was hugged tightly by Shen Ge's arm before it hit the edge of the table, as strong as an iron pipe.

"You leave as soon as you say?" Shen Ge spoke in a half breathy voice behind his ear, as if he was growling, but also as if he was restraining something.

Ling Jiale lowered his head, and the camera couldn't capture his face, so no one saw his tangled facial features.

"I paid all the rent, what do you say?" Shen Ge finished his lines.

"Pass! Keep!"

The two maintained this posture, and the photographer changed positions under Wang Xu's command and took a close-up on the other side of them.

"Pass!"

The two immediately separated like a spring, Ling Jiale turned around and glared at him, his eyes slid down the central axis of his body, with the meaning of asking the teacher to blame, completely forgetting how he pretended to be a tolerant senior just now, Indicates that it is understandable.

Shen Ge didn't dare to ask him to recall what he just said, but took two steps back under his gaze, and whispered: "No..."

Ling Jiale took a closer look, and there really wasn't any. He suddenly felt his self-esteem was frustrated, and thought to himself, he used to think that he was favored by that AG because of his face, but now it seems that there is another reason.

"You must have lied about your age! Or you have used a knife!" Ling Jiale said firmly.

"No, really not..."

At this time, the reporter came over and took a picture of each of the two, leaving the current look.When taking the next shot, you have to upload it according to this photo, including the messiness of the hair and the water on the clothes, all have to be restored.

Chang Ji took the camera and left.

Shen Ge continued: "It's natural..." Ling Jiale seemed very unhappy, but there were some things that had to be said clearly.

"Call work! Eat!" The executive director gave an order, and the staff present cheered collectively and dispersed quickly.

Ling Jiale gave Shen Ge a blank look, and walked past him to the outside of the arena.

Shen Ge let out a long breath, raised his feet and quickly chased after him.