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The next day.

Early in the morning, Jiang Chengzhi had already finished filming his solo scenes in the office.

When Huang En arrived, the atmosphere on the set was somewhat solemn.

"CUT!" the director shouted, asking Jiang Chengzhi to go off the stage and take a rest.

Jiang Chengzhi stood up from his office chair, walked outside, and stood in a row with Huang En.

Jaune stole a glance at him and waved awkwardly, "Hi."

Jiang Chengzhi glanced at her in confusion and replied, "Hi."

……

silence.

Just as Huang En was about to bring up a topic to end the awkward silence, she saw the screenwriter waving at her.

Huang En breathed a sigh of relief as if she had been pardoned. She was about to pretend to say goodbye to Jiang Chengzhi beside her when she heard the director shouting in the distance: "Jiang Chengzhi! Huang En! Come here, all of you."

The two looked at each other, then walked into the set together to listen to the screenwriter's explanation of the play.

"We'll film your two scenes first. I'll tell you a scene, and you try to get it right in one go."

"In the previous scene, Shi Zheng was busy with board affairs at the company all day and was very tired. In this scene, he returned home in the middle of the night and his old stomach problem came back. After calling Ou Yuan, he fainted."

Jaune nodded.

This is her first scene.

The male protagonist is sick, and he calls a doctor in the middle of the night to treat the illness, but the doctor refuses to cooperate;

The doctor came to his home in the middle of the night, woke up the patient who had finally fallen asleep, and only gave him a pill and let him go back to sleep.

Wonderful scenes.

Jaune remembered it clearly.

It seems that both of them have some serious illness.

"After a while, Shi Zheng will be a little weaker, and Ou Yuan will be anxious and helpless. Okay? You guys rehearse first, and we'll start shooting later."

After saying that, the screenwriter sat on a stool with his arms folded, and looked up to signal them to rehearse it.

Huang En closed the script on the computer and looked at Jiang Chengzhi, whose eyelashes were trembling uncontrollably, as if he didn't know what he was thinking about.

"So...shall we begin?"

"……Um."

……

*

Official shooting.

Ou Yuan hurried to Shi Zheng's house and entered the password skillfully.

He walked straight to the bedroom door, pushed it open, and walked to the bedside of Shi Zheng who was lying sick.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that my friend was not seriously injured.

"Master Shi, could you please stop calling me in the middle of the night?"

Shi Zheng slowly opened his eyes and saw his friend standing at the head of the bed with his arms folded across his chest. He complained about the hassle but his eyes revealed a bit of nervousness.

"You came."

"Nonsense, you called me so late at night, I thought something was wrong with you."

Ou Yuan looked up and down at Shi Zheng's condition and asked suspiciously, "You haven't eaten for another day, have you? Is your old illness coming back?"

Shi Zheng paused as he sat up and replied calmly, "I ate it."

"That means you didn't take it." Ou Yuan asked helplessly: "What about the medicine? You must have taken it."

After saying that, he looked at the quiet Shi Zheng and asked in disbelief, "You didn't finish it all again? Where's your assistant? Why isn't he looking at you?"

Shi Zheng still didn't respond.

Ou Yuan looked at his acquiescent expression, closed his eyes in despair, and rubbed his brows, "It's okay, I brought it. I'll go make you some porridge first, you can have a sip first."

"No need. Just add a little more medicine." Shi Zheng hurriedly grabbed Ou Yuan's wrist to stop his friend from making a fuss.

Ou Yuan turned around, his face, which always had a gentle smile, became a little serious: "Shi Zheng."

"Is your condition getting worse again? Come to my place for a checkup tomorrow."

Shi Zheng shook his head expressionlessly and denied it: "No."

Through his glasses, Ou Yuan stared at the uncooperative patient and threatened: "If you don't cooperate, I will..."

Shi Zheng silently withdrew his hand and pretended not to hear.

Ou Yuan sighed helplessly and left the bedroom to cook porridge.

"CUT! OK!" The director shouted 'cut' and brought the two back to reality.

Huang En opened the door again and returned to the bedroom, waiting for the director to review the effects of the previous take.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jiang Chengzhi sitting on the bed, staring at his palm in a daze.

"Teacher Jiang?"

"Teacher Jiang? Are you okay?"

Jiang Chengzhi came back to his senses and found Huang En waving at him.

The director and screenwriter not far away were also looking at him with confusion.

Jiang Chengzhi's face turned red instantly, he hurriedly got out of bed and stood aside.

The screenwriter, who is also the author of the original novel, looked at the wonderful atmosphere between the two and seemed to be thinking about something.

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in her head and she seemed to understand something.

I didn't notice it before, but now I see that it is indeed a bit...

Could it be that the two of them are... ?

……

In the following days, the screenwriter's eyes always fell on the two of them intentionally or unintentionally.

After filming a scene of 'treating the male lead for various diseases in the middle of the night' as usual, Huang En sat in the makeshift rest area and drank nutrient solution.

That’s the norm these days – a 15-minute lunch break.

Due to the scarcity of food in the interstellar age, humans basically rely on nutrient solution to maintain necessary nutrition.

Today she brought a light green, apple-flavored nutrient solution.

Huang En silently drank the nutrient solution in his hand, trying his best to ignore the screenwriter's tangible gaze.

However, she finished the nutrient solution in less than a minute. In order to avoid awkward eye contact with the screenwriter, she could only focus her eyes on Jiang Chengzhi who had not finished drinking yet, and began to empty her mind.

Jiang Chengzhi, who was being stared at by Huang En, was like a frightened bird, with all the hairs on his body standing on end. He looked back at Huang En stiffly.

Seeing that she was just letting her mind wander, he breathed a sigh of relief and suppressed the inexplicable feeling of emptiness in his heart.

Noticing Jiang Chengzhi's expression, the screenwriter poked the director, who was unaware of anything, and hinted him to observe the actions of the other party.

Screenwriter: ... (Do you remember what I said last night?)

Director: ... (What are you talking about?)

Screenwriter: ... (I just said that they have a strange sense of CP, do you think they are... ?)

Director: ... (What are you talking about?)

Screenwriter: ... (They are the ones! Right?)

Director: ... (What are you talking about?)

Screenwriter: ... (It's so similar, so similar, it must be the real one!)

Director: ... (Why don't you open your mouth and speak.)

The screenwriter blinked suggestively again, waiting for the director's reply. Seeing that he seemed to be a fool and didn't understand anything, she twisted his thigh angrily.

Director: “Ah!”

Huang En and Jiang Chengzhi looked towards the director upon hearing the voice.

The director had a distorted face and touched his thigh, not daring to say a word.

The screenwriter laughed and talked about the next scene.

……

Jiang Chengzhi was the only one who had a scene in the afternoon, so Huang En pulled up a small stool and sat next to the director to study silently.

She watched the president get off the 5D-printed car with an expressionless face, and watched the extras and reporters surrounding him frantically with printed microphones in their hands, but were blocked by the extras' black-clad bodyguards and could not get close at all.

However, the president paid no attention to what was happening behind him. He just walked forward with his long legs, coldly and in a way that kept strangers away.

The last scene of the shot is the male protagonist facing the floor-to-ceiling window, hearing the ringing of the phone and answering it, and saying lightly: The weather is getting cold, let Wang's go bankrupt.

"CUT!"

The director's "cut" heralded the official end of today's mission. The four people present could finally leave work.

Huang En looked at Jiang Chengzhi on the holographic screen and found that Jiang Chengzhi on the screen also turned around and looked back at her.

After these days of filming together, chatting and "eating", the two of them have become much more familiar with each other.

Not to mention, they had physical contact many times, and became more and more like a pair of real good brothers.

Jaune gave Jiang Chengzhi a thumbs up and a social smile, "Great!"

Jiang Chengzhi also seemed to relax, slowly curled the corners of his mouth, and walked to Huang En.

After the director packed up his things, he walked over to the screenwriter who thought he was observing from a hidden place and asked curiously, "Honey, what are you looking at?"

The screenwriter was startled and looked away hastily, pretending nothing had happened: "Go home! Go home!"

As she said this, she pushed the director away from the set in a hurry, and kept looking back to remind the two of them: "Go home early, have a good rest, and be careful."

? Are they a couple?

She just found out!

Jaune waved dully, bidding farewell to the director and screenwriter.

Yes, it’s time to get off work and go home quickly.

Huang En suddenly reacted and broke the silence: "Teacher Jiang, good night today, have a good rest."

"Good night." Jiang Chengzhi responded blankly.

He immediately added: "See you tomorrow."

Then he stood still, watching Huang En's figure gradually walk away.