The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

The same goes for piano skills and so on.

It might not be so embarrassing if it were explained.

I really became an apprentice, learning and practicing from those masters.

Then it becomes a green leaf that completely sets off each other.

Even a clown.

Yi Xiaoran's face was gloomy. He wanted to say something else, but Gu Weimian spoke before him.

"Naturally, everything is as Mr. Qiao said."

A courteous attitude couldn't be better.

At this time, even Qiao Dongliang was a little confused about Gu Weimian's background.

Is Gu Weimian too narcissistic?

Still too stupid?

Doesn't she know what kind of scumbag her level will be reduced to in front of a real master?

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It's such a coincidence that a well-known calligrapher is at Yanhuang Terrace today.

The calligraphy master was invited to the studio of the promotional video.

It's still early.

"Did you just shoot this part today?" Qiao Dongliang glanced at Gu Weimian lightly.

Gu Weimian smiled slightly: "Okay."

There were veins on Yi Xiaoran's forehead: "It's too hasty."

He wanted to help Gu Weimian.

But Gu Weimian always undermines himself.

At this moment, it can be said that all the internal organs in the man's body are burned, and he is about to die of anxiety.

Qiao Dongliang's face remained expressionless. He didn't give Yi Xiaoran an unnecessary look, but looked at Gu Weimian from a distance.

"We have been studying it for so long, and Miss Gu has agreed to it. Let's try it. If it doesn't work, we will make adjustments.

Said so easily.

Gu Weimian looked at the people in front of him and thought it was really interesting.

If she can't do it, then adjust it, right?

By then she would have lost all the shame she deserved.

Is this a warning to her, the new Chinese ambassador?

She thought that this empty title would not lead to any strange career experiences.

There would be such an interesting scene.

Gu Weimian touched his chin.

By this time the set was almost complete.

Yi Xiaoran sat down behind the monitor.

The first time I filmed it, I felt like I was in prison.

His huge body was twisting and turning on the seat, as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

Like a super-large caterpillar, those who supported Gu Weimian's group were extremely worried.

The little princess of the Wu family held down her director.

"Stop moving!"

Yi Xiaoran finally stopped.

His face turned even worse.

He sat quietly for a while, unable to help but want to stand up.

But he saw that Gu Weimian had already changed his clothes and walked slowly from the direction of the fitting room.

While a hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, he became even more anxious.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he saw Qiao Dongliang's faint glance.

Qiao Dongliang's eyes did not waver.

But Yi Xiaoran saw contempt in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and held back the words he was about to say.

Stare deeply into the monitor.

It’s hard to get off the tiger.

The entire shoot has started.

Even if he...

You can't stop at this time.

Can only...

Yi Xiaoran glanced at Gu Weimian who was already seated on the monitor.

I can only comfort her properly then.

Gu Weimian patrolled for a week.

There were only two actors in the whole scene, her and the calligrapher.

She glanced at the pen and paper on the desk casually.

"Pen……"

"What's wrong? The pen is not good?" Hearing this, the prop master looked at Gu Weimian with a slightly teasing look.

If you don’t write well for a while, you won’t blame the pen, right?