On the live stream, I committed the perfect crime

When Ye Zi's pleasant voice sounded, the camera in the live broadcast room slowly flashed from the cave in the valley behind Gufeng Village, all the way to Gufeng Village, and finally stopped at the picture Huang Wei painted on the wall of his house.

Just when Lin Feng returned to the hotel arranged by the program crew to rest, Zhang Dachui in the director's office was in a dilemma - many actors in the program crew did not have schedules for the next episode and had to say goodbye to him.

Seeing that several of his carefully prepared scripts were facing the risk of being scrapped, he was faced with a difficult decision for a moment - either select a few amateurs from the nearby film and television studio, or postpone the next episode for a while.

However, both of these solutions have major problems.

If he chose the former, the amateur would not be able to reach professional standards, which would likely ruin the script he had carefully prepared and even affect the reputation of the program.

If you choose the latter, the problem will be even bigger, because it will be like standing up the audience.

The most important thing for a variety show to be successful is its reputation and large audience base. If a show were to let its audience down, it would be like destroying its own wall. Any intelligent person would never make such a choice.

Zhang Dachui didn't sleep a wink the entire night, constantly thinking about how to minimize the negative impact on the show under such circumstances.

But as the day dawned, he still hadn't come up with a good solution.

Especially when he noticed that there was a lot of hair left on the table, his mood became even more bitter.

Only then did he yawn and feel a little sleepy. However, just as he walked to the bed, his cell phone rang.

However, because he was so sleepy, he didn't care who called and just hung up.

However, not long after he lay down, his cell phone rang again.

Just like before, he hung up the phone without even looking at it.

He had originally figured that even the most ignorant person wouldn't call at this time, but he never expected that just as he was about to fall asleep, his phone would start ringing frantically again.

After being startled and shivering, he instantly no longer felt sleepy.

Only then did he dial the number, and yelled in anger, "Are you fucking done? You've made so many calls in a row, don't you have to pay for your phone bill?"

However, before he could finish his words, a sobbing sound was heard from the other side.

Zhang Dachui couldn't help but feel confused, wondering why people who receive harassing phone calls are so fragile nowadays?

However, before this thought even crossed his mind, a voice from the receiver nearly scared him out of his wits: "Teacher, you have to help me."

Although the voice was not loud, it rang in Zhang Dachui's ears like an electric current, numbing his scalp all the way to his heels. His voice trembled slightly. "You...you are?"

"Teacher, I'm Zhou Zixuan. Don't you remember me?"

When Zhang Dachui heard the name suddenly, a sexy and enchanting figure suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Although Zhang Dachui may seem unkempt and scruffy, he actually graduated from a prestigious film school. He even taught freshmen at the film academy for two years.

Zhou Zixuan was one of the most outstanding students in the two classes of directing students he had taught. In fact, upon entering school, she was voted the campus beauty by some gossipers.

Otherwise, even after more than ten years, Zhang Dachui wouldn't remember it so clearly.

After a moment's hesitation, he laughed, "I remember, I remember. But I remember you got married a long time ago, and you married a foreigner. You even don't live in China anymore..."

Although Zhang Dachui's words were vague, his meaning was very clear - you no longer live in the country, how can I help you?

It would have been better if he hadn't said this. Before he could finish his words, the crying on the other side became louder: "Teacher, I divorced a long time ago. I have been working hard abroad for so many years, but due to cultural differences, most of the books I wrote were not accepted by the overseas market. I really have no choice now, so I have to return to China to develop my career.

However, my classmates back then have changed, and many of them no longer hang out in this circle. So, I searched online for everyone I knew, and I didn't expect that the most influential person in the circle now is actually you, my teacher. So I took the liberty of calling you, wondering if you could help me out?

Zhang Dachui suddenly felt a little flattered. However, given his current status, he wouldn't lose his last name just because someone praised him. After a couple of dry coughs, he smiled and asked, "Tell me more about it first, and then I'll see if I can..."

"I've been writing a new suspense novel lately. I think it's pretty good. However, after asking around overseas, no one is willing to invest. After all, I'm writing about the events of the Song Dynasty in China. But I didn't expect that even after bringing the film to China, no one would be willing to invest.

I can afford to wait now, but my three students can't. They're all professional actors. If they don't find a proper screening within a month, I'm afraid they won't even graduate. Coincidentally, I know you're currently working on a legal education program, which has a strong relevance to a suspense and mystery script. That's why I'm offering my services to you."

As he spoke, the voice on the other end choked up again: "Even if you don't approve of the script after reading it, I hope you can help these three students of mine."

As if afraid Zhang Dachui would refuse, the other party quickly added, "By the way, although these three students are young, the two female students are one in a million in terms of figure, appearance, and temperament. As for that male student, he is also handsome and a key member of the world-renowned International Reasoning Association."

Ok?

Hearing this out of the blue, Zhang Dachui fell silent again. What a coincidence! Two women and one man from the production team had just called to say they couldn't make it, and immediately, three acting students showed up to match them?

How could there be such a coincidence in this world?

Although he had some doubts in his heart, he had to save the situation as if he was putting out a fire. Even if it was just for the sake of these three young people who were studying acting, Zhang Dachui had to meet this female student whom he had not met for more than ten years.

But this is not the most important thing. The important thing is that he was immediately attracted to the notebook written by the female student as soon as he read it.