louisehourcade Chapter 305 Borrowing Battle Robes
Chapter 305 Borrowing Battle Robes
But Jiang Bai dared not refute and tell the truth.
He was afraid that if the school leaders asked him to go on stage even during his urination, he would have to prepare an extra performance.
In that case, this action is no different from self-destruction.
"Okay, thank you for the suggestion, Director. I will... I will discuss it with my sister."
Jiang Bai gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words, while still wearing a humble expression of "I have learned something" on his face.
The department head nodded in satisfaction:
"That's right. If you feel embarrassed to ask, it's only right for siblings to lend a hand to each other."
"Don't worry, I won't be embarrassed, Director."
"......"
After much persuasion,
Jiang Bai fled the office as if his life depended on it, amidst the pitying gazes of his former superiors who seemed to think, "This brother-in-law is so pitiful, he still has to rely on his sister to support him."
After the program was officially confirmed.
Jiang Bai realized that he needed to add a few more people to the performance.
However, the delivery guy is definitely out of the question.
Jiang Bai muttered to himself, his brows furrowing slightly.
"At the last freshman party, the lighting was dim and the distance was far, so a few 'black-clad foxes' jumping around aimlessly managed to fool people."
"This is the school sports meet, with several high-definition cameras pointed at us, and it will be broadcast live across the entire internet. If those guys really go on stage, they'll probably turn the classical beauty of 'Red Wish' into 'Zombie Siege'."
"If the quality drops, my top three ranking and the million-dollar prize are really gone."
"However, I still have to put on a full performance of 'coordination' between my large and small accounts."
Jiang Bai took a sip of water, a sly glint in his eyes.
"When I was performing on stage with the trumpet, my roommates asked me later why I wasn't there."
"I'll just say I'm in charge of sound and urging the audience backstage in the arts department, so busy I don't even have time to look at my sister."
"As for the Arts and Literature Department... heh, I just need to say 'I'm going to prepare supplies for Bai Zhi after the performance,' and Minister Hu will probably lock the door himself, afraid that someone will disturb this 'great contributor.'"
They successfully resolved the issue of the two not appearing in the same frame during the performance.
Logical closed loop, perfect!
The last question is about that "performance outfit".
These past few days, Jiang Bai has also been trying to use the system to see if he can draw a suitable performance outfit.
However, apart from the initial backless red dress, there were no other costumes available for the performance.
"This one isn't quite right either."
"Red Wish" is a Chinese style with a dashing and heroic spirit, and you must have a proper and high-quality ancient red opera costume.
The backless red halter dress, however, is more modern and feels somewhat out of place.
Soon, the red backless halter dress was also rejected by Jiang Bai.
Should we go find a suitable and good-looking performance outfit?
Soon, Jiang Bai thought of someone.
"When it comes to period costumes in red, who has a better stock than Old Man Yu?"
Jiang Bai's eyes suddenly lit up.
Yu Zheng!
This renowned director, who has just directed over a dozen period dramas, has worked with countless costumes.
Ask him for one, and he'll be worried. Can't he find a decent performance costume?
With that thought in mind, Jiang Bai no longer hesitated and directly took out his phone to dial Yu Zheng's number.
.......
at the same time.
Inside Studio 8 at Kyoto Film Studio.
With Yu Zheng's final, weak "Cut," the tense filming atmosphere instantly deflated like a punctured balloon.
All the staff members looked sickly.
The person moving the reflectors was listless, and the person adjusting the lights was distracted.
Even the stagehands who usually love to shout out their wares are now squatting by the roadside, looking at the boxed lunches in their hands with a melancholy expression.
"Sigh, it's been n days since Teacher Bai Zhi left. I miss her."
"Even the braised pork doesn't smell good anymore, and the air in this studio feels like it's lost some of its ethereal charm."
Yu Zheng watched this scene and felt extremely uncomfortable.
He knew, of course, that these people were lovesick.
After all, with Jiang Bai's looks and acting skills, who wouldn't be confused?
But he's more worried about something else now.
He felt that He Shengming's gaze towards him had become increasingly strange these past few days.
In that gaze, there was three parts indifference, three parts mockery, and four parts a fierce desire to stuff him into a Han tomb and bury him alive on the spot.
The things he did were also crazy and very strange.
Take this morning for example. Yu Zheng was about to have a sip of hot tea to soothe his throat when He Shengming walked over with a sorrowful expression, holding a thermos in his hand.
"Director Yu, filming must be tiring, please drink some water."
Yu Zheng was flattered and took the cup. He had just taken a big gulp when he almost jumped off his chair.
That water was so salty it tasted bitter!
"Cough cough! Yafu! How much salt did you put in this water?!"
Yu Zheng sprayed it all over the ground.
He Shengming stared at him expressionlessly, his eyes dark and unfathomable, his tone flat and devoid of any inflection:
"Oh, I was probably lost in thought and mistook the salt shaker for a sugar shaker."
"The director usually takes such good care of his 'juniors,' so you must be quite used to this 'after-sex' feeling, right?"
Yu Zheng: "???"
For example, yesterday, Yu Zhengzheng was sitting in his personal director's chair giving instructions.
He Shengming "accidentally" dragged his heavy longsword past, and the hilt of the sword "snap" precisely onto the leg of a chair.
Yu Zheng, chair and all, performed a dramatic face-plant.
He Shengming helped him up, only uttering a faint, lingering remark:
"Director, the quality of this chair... is like some people's character—it can't stand up to scrutiny."
Yu was sitting on the ground, rubbing his sore bottom, looking completely bewildered.
Even Yu Zheng's special lunch was "accidentally" ruined by He Shengming spilling a whole jar of Lao Gan Ma chili sauce on him, making Yu Zheng spend the whole afternoon in the toilet contemplating life.
Yu Zheng is suffering in his heart!
He knew that He Shengming had broken up with his girlfriend these past few days and might have gone insane.
But what could he say?
You should know that I secretly helped him fall in love with Jiang Bai!
This is a bitter pill to swallow.
He couldn't shout either:
"Hey He Shengming! Jiang Baizhi is actually a real man. He didn't go to Shanghai to wait for me; he went back to be your 'brother-in-law'!"
As soon as he said those words, Yu Zheng dared to guarantee that this day next year would be the anniversary of his death.
"I wonder when He Shengming will recover from this heartbreak. Sigh."
"I should have known better than to hint at it back then... Oh well, we still need to have some fun. I should have been gentler with the matchmaking."
Yu Zheng wiped the cold sweat from the back of his neck, feeling uneasy.
Just then, they saw He Shengming walking over with a long sword in his hand and a gloomy face.
With each step he took, the armor plates clanged crisply, sounding like death knocking at Yu Zheng's ears, whose nerves were heightened by his guilty conscience.
"Help, this guy is at it again."
Yu Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively tried to dodge, but his toes just turned.