He Jinxia picked up the bottle of red wine that had been set aside and noticed it had an alcohol content of twenty percent, her face subtly changing.
She looked at the two who were still eagerly drinking and suddenly felt a headache coming on.
What to do, she felt like tonight she’d be taking care of two drunken ghosts.
After three rounds of drinks, more than half of the hot pot ingredients had been devoured, Xie Jiahui lay half-squinting on the soft cushion, her neckline providing a glimpse of an enticing scene.
Glancing to the side, Cheng Xiaohua lay crookedly on the cushion, still holding a wine glass and muttering softly, "Drink, keep drinking!"
He Jinxia sighed, resigned to cleaning up the battlefield, and asked the restaurant waiter to call a car for the group to leave the restaurant.
Arriving at the hotel, staff mbers ca out to help with the two drunkards, relieving He Jinxia considerably.
Luckily, neither of them cried nor made a fuss while drunk, so it wasn’t too troubleso.
After seeing Cheng Xiaohua back to her room, He Jinxia then escorted Xie Jiahui to a newly opened room.
He Jinxia had no intention of playing nanny, so after helping her to the bed and taking off her shoes, she prepared to leave. Suddenly, Xie Jiahui uttered, "Sheng Yan!"
He Jinxia’s face darkened, could it be any more coincidental that she’d hear soone sleep talking, and it’s about her boyfriend?
Turning around, He Jinxia was about to wake Xie Jiahui up to properly explain who Sheng Yan belonged to when Xie Jiahui rolled over and shouted, "Why don’t you love !"
He Jinxia: "..."
A few seconds later, Xie Jiahui blurted out another word: "Damn!"
He Jinxia silently turned around, changing her mind about dealing with it.
The world is already hard enough, why add insult to injury?
As she reached the door, Xie Jiahui cried out again, "What’s so good about Bai Bing, in what way am I not as good as her!"
He Jinxia paused, frowned, then strode back quickly and asked, "Who is Bai Bing?"
A second, no answer.
A minute, no answer.
Ten minutes later, Xie Jiahui was already snoring.
He Jinxia looked at the now soundly sleeping Xie Jiahui, her mouth twitching, resisting the urge to wake her, because she knew that a drunken person awakened would still be confused, speaking incoherently.
Her expression grew serious, deciding to talk to Xie Jiahui about it later.
The next day, He Jinxia arrived neatly dressed at the filming site near the hotel; Sister Xiao Hua was still sleeping, and she didn’t wake her.
It was the first day of filming, and everyone on the crew was on high alert, no one daring to be late, and soon, He Jinxia saw the lead actress of the crew—Fores Aura.
Fores Aura had striking features, with gray-blue eyes full of charm. She was without makeup, and there were a few small freckles on her cheeks.
Her face was sowhat square, which, though not the pointed or oval face favored by Huaxia people, did not detract from her charm; instead, it made her seem adorable.
People abroad have their own aesthetic standards, completely different from those of the dostic crowd. It seems like in China, a girl can’t be considered beautiful unless she has a slender face, while abroad, there’s a wide acceptance of different facial features. Many famous models and renowned singers have round or square faces.
When she saw He Jinxia, she smiled at her warmly and took the initiative to greet her, "HI, hello, I’m Fores Aura, you must be Sumr, right?"
He Jinxia felt a twinge in her chest when she heard "Sumr." She had only found out yesterday that, to make things easier or perhaps to help them imrse themselves and perform with passion, Director Wilson had tried to na each character closely after the actor’s own na.
For example, Fores Aura, who played a character nad Ola in the film, while she was He Jinxia, was directly assigned the na "Sumr—Xia Tian."
He Jinxia wondered if people really used these scenery words as nas, but after asking around, she discovered that indeed, the world was vast and there were unique nas everywhere.
He Jinxia had many thoughts swirling in her mind but managed a smile and said, "Hello, Ola, you can call by my Chinese na—He Jinxia."
Ola repeated her na with interest several tis, the pronunciation was clearly the sa, but it sounded quite peculiar when spoken together.
Before the two could engage deeper in conversation, Director Wilson arrived, distributing new scripts to the actors scheduled for filming that day.
All the other actors had received earlier versions of the script, all except He Jinxia, as her role had been debated internally for a long ti without a decision until it was confird yesterday.
As Xie Jiahui suggested, the content of the script could still change depending on her performance. He Jinxia’s eyes flickered slightly, harboring a sliver of competitiveness in her heart.
Wilson said, "The new script has so modifications based on the old one. The changes aren’t substantial; just take a look when you go back. We’ll start shooting today’s scenes with the non-dancing ones at the campus, and I’ve decided to push all the dance scenes together to film at once."
So actors imdiately had a gloomy look on their faces, as if a nightmare had arrived.
The movie was titled "Dance of Youth," with a focus on dancing, and the dance scenes took up a significant part of it. It wasn’t easy to learn each dance and perform them in sync.
If the dances were spread out, the pressure wouldn’t be as intense, but learning them all together, forgetting steps, and mixing up sequences were quite commonplace.
This approach of shooting all the dance scenes together brought considerable pressure on the actors. If any actor couldn’t keep up, it was a sign of lacking ability.
If that actor also ended up slowing down the production, no one would let her off the hook.
However, looking at it from another angle, by doing so, the director ensured the actors would concentrate on acting when it was ti to act and focus on dancing when it was ti to dance, greatly enhancing focus and efficiency. The downside was, it was quite exhausting.
Wilson gave them no chance to complain, saying, "The script supervisor will tell you which scene we’re filming next. Go get ready quickly, Jinxia, co with ."
He Jinxia, script in hand, followed Director Wilson to a corner.
The director looked at her earnestly and said, "I know you haven’t had a chance to read the script, and starting to film now is a real test for you. I’ll give you the morning to get familiar with it, and we’ll shoot your part in the afternoon. Jiahui has always told about your natural acting talents; let’s see if you’re truly as good as she says."
He Jinxia’s heart sank slightly as she replied in a hushed voice, "Okay, Director."
Wilson didn’t say anything more to her and turned to arrange other matters with his assistant.
He Jinxia took a deep breath, feeling an enormous pressure surrounding her heart. On the very first day of shooting, she was already facing a serious challenge.
Moving to a quiet spot, she concentrated on reading the script.
As she kept learning the foreign language, so knowledge and skills associated with this body were also awakening.
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