Pampered to Heaven by RIch Husband

"You must have heard it wrong."

Cheng Youran denied her face red and heartbeat: "My voice is quite popular. When I was in high school, nine out of ten said that my voice was like his former classmate."

"Yes."

Yan Junze looked at her quietly, scrutinizing, and his tone was calm.

Cheng Youran glanced at the beginning with a guilty conscience.

"The second scene, filming started."

Not far away, the assistant director yelled to gather with his horn. Cheng Youran heaved a sigh of relief. After saying goodbye to senior, he ran to Director Zhang.

The blue school uniform was blowing in the wind, and it felt like a high school in an instant.

"This scene in which you and Tang Yuan are under the flag stage is filmed. You are familiar with the script again." Zhang Ping watched her come, told her about the trick, and went to see the camera.

Probably a director with a background in photography has an almost demanding requirement for the lens. Cheng Youran has no choice but to spend most of the director's fee on the lens.

"I will touch up your makeup."

The makeup artist of the crew took a puff and patted Cheng Youran's face, with a bit of envy, and said: "Your skin is much better than other female stars."

Originally, she knew that Cheng Youran was going to be a high school student, and she was still a little worried about how to design the makeup base to create a natural and transparent girly feeling.

But when she saw the real Cheng Youran, she knew that she was worrying too much.

Cheng Youran's skin was as white as glowing under the sun, and his eyes were clear. Putting on his school uniform was like walking out of a book.

Tang Yuan also walked over and took off the thin cardigan he was wearing to the agent. Hearing these words, he asked in a low voice, "Is my skin bad?"

"Not bad, not bad."

Tang Yuan's agent comforted.

After the makeup artist finished the makeup, Cheng Youran leaned on the pillar of the flag-raising platform and looked at the script. This scene was her and Tang Yuan's rival.

She frowned as she watched.

"What's wrong, Sister Youran."

Xiao Su walked over with her coat and asked cautiously: "Is it because I can't remember the lines? I bought a teleprompter online, and I got it in the car."

"Prompter?"

Cheng Youran's volume suddenly increased, but after everyone looked at her, she lowered her voice: "Can you believe my professional ability, cough, Lu Zixiao asked you to buy it?"

"No, I bought it myself."

Xiao Su shook his head like a rattle.

He still has some conscience.

Cheng Youran clenched the script in his hand.

The filming time is tight. When the film was not turned on, she stayed up all night at home to memorize the script. Lu Zixiao would always hide her script intentionally or unconsciously and let her go to bed earlier.

Once she couldn't help but ran to question, Lu Zixiao sat on the sofa and read the newspaper, curled up her index finger and tapped lightly on her forehead: "It seems that there is only one possibility."

"What's possible?"

Lu Zixiao flipped through the newspaper blankly, and said in a serious tone: "The script ran away by himself."

—And then appeared next to her pillow on time the next morning, right(｀⊿)?

Cheng Youran felt that it was a miracle that she could memorize the script in Lu Zixiao's hands, and Xiao Su's words overturned her previous conclusion in the next second.

"Because Mr. Lu has already found you a good voice actor."

Xiao Su continued without realizing it.

Cheng Youran: ...she knew

"The second scene, get ready!"

Cameras, lighting engineers, and group performances were already in place, and the noisy set instantly quieted down. Cheng Youran patted Xiao Su on the shoulder and walked to the shooting location.

"Action!"

"One slap doesn't make a sound, it is his problem for a classmate to exclude you, and it is your problem for all the classmates to exclude you."

On the side of the flag-raising platform, the third woman played by Tang Yuan passed by Cheng Youran and spoke mockingly.

Cheng Youran wore a loose school uniform and picked up Tang Yuan's collar: "Do you want to know if a slap is too loud? Today I will let you hear whether a slap is too loud."

Tang Yuan struggled with fear: "You let me go!"

...

"Card!"

"Card!"

"Card!"

Three cards in a row, the contrast with the first scene is obvious. Zhang Ping stared at the picture in the camera, his expression was not very good, it can be said that he was too heavy to twist out of the water.

Cheng Youran's performance was even better than in the last game, but Tang Yuan couldn't let go, lest his mouth grow too big and it wouldn't look good in the camera.

He directly said to Tang Yuan: "Don't dare to make facial expressions just because you look good."

This is a very severe criticism.

Tang Yuan's eyes flushed suddenly, and he murmured: "Director, I don't have..."

"It's not the best. Let's take a break and continue in ten minutes." Zhang Ping's mood did not fluctuate. Not to mention the red eyes, crying on the set is all too normal.

He is considered good-tempered in the circle, and he doesn't know how Tang Yuan would go to other directors. He said that he couldn't talk about it. Zhang Ping shook his head.

Tang Yuan went to sit on the bench, and the agent sat down with her. Tang Yuan looked at Zhang Ping and Cheng Youran and chatted happily. She lowered her head: "Director Zhang doesn't seem to like me."

"I told you before." The agent lowered his voice: "You really believe that Cheng Youran doesn't know anything about you?"

Tang Yuan bit his lower lip.

In the beginning, she never thought of using someone else's identity. Someone came to Weibo to ask if she was a poor anchor supporting her family on Station B. She also seriously denied it.

After all, this kind of thing, like window paper, breaks with a single poke.

But what she didn't expect was that the fans were getting bigger and bigger. She went from a small star with tens of thousands of fans to 300,000, and received resources that she had never thought of before.

Just as God was helping her, the anchor did not come out to deny it.

"I just wanted to say when the fans visited the class today. Don't you think your low profile is good for bullying? If it is Yan Junze's fans, do you think they will be like this?"

Tang Yuan did not refute.

"I'm telling you, if you want to do this, you can do it first..." the agent said to her ear.

Tang Yuan's face slowly became serious.

"Keep going."

Zhang Ping shouted with a loudspeaker. Cheng Youran's Yu Guang had been paying attention to Tang Yuan's side. She found that Tang Yuan's expression became different when she came back, and she became a little more anxious.

"Sister Youran, what's wrong with you before? I look sad when I read the script."

After Zhang Ping left, Xiao Su shook Cheng Youran's arm, and asked intermittently. She had been struggling with this question for more than an hour.

Cheng Youran stuffed the script into her hands: "In the novel, the plot of the script slapped in the face should be taken seriously."

"Why."

"Hundred percent triggers the crew to tear up. Generally speaking, there are two situations. The first is that you are slapped and slapped to doubt your life, and the second is to frame you and slap you and deceive others."

Cheng Youran spoke nonsense solemnly.

Xiao Su obviously believed it, and she said blankly: "Then what kind of situation do we belong to?"

"Probably... the second one?"

Cheng Youran glanced at Tang Yuan calmly.

The director was already urging, and Cheng Youran walked to the flag-raising platform.

"Action!"

The filming started again, and the milestone of the scene seized Tang Yuan by the collar. The next action was that she slapped Tang Yuan's face severely.

Of course, it is impossible to hit them. Most actresses eat on the face. What is the difference between hitting others in the face and smashing shop signs?

So Cheng Youran only prepared to shake it lightly, and just add some sound effects when editing later.

However, the moment Cheng Youran waved her hand, she saw a trace of eagerness leaking from Tang Yuan's face.

Sure enough, I wanted to touch her porcelain.

Cheng Youran jumped aside and quickly withdrew his hand.

What are you doing?

Zhang Ping had a headache looking at the footage on the camera. The only one who was worried about was Tang Yuan, and there was another Cheng Youran who suddenly changed the scene.

He quickly organized the language in his heart.

"Cheng Youran, you disappointed me too much."

It sounded great, but he bet that after he said this, he should pack up and go home.

How to make criticisms euphemistically?

Zhang Ping was in a dilemma.

The most other actresses brought money into the group, and Cheng Youran was good. She raised the entire crew.

"Although the action of jumping to the side perfectly reflects the heroine's irritable mood, and the detail of retracting the hand reminds me of my childhood, but would it be better if I acted according to the script? Dear..."

Too many people.

Zhang Ping regretfully rejected this answer.

Cheng Youran jumped so fast that Tang Yuan didn't react at all. She covered her face tightly, knelt down on the ground, looked at Cheng Youran timidly, and almost cried with aggrieved tone: "Sister Youran, you Why are you hitting me?"

Tang Yuan’s words brought Zhang Ping back to reality, and he heard Zhang Ping dumbfounded, because in the footage shot by the camera, Cheng Youran was a metre away from her. If this can be reached, what kind of friendship movie will they make? Directly shoot ghost movies.