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Chapter 20 Past Events Cannot Be Relived

a new day.

Yang Ying sat in front of the makeup mirror, holding the script in her hand.

Today, she specially wore a light blue floral dress and her makeup was more understated than last time, striving to show that innocent yet heartbreaking feeling of first love.

She was ready to greet Luo Hongming, who was wearing an ill-fitting Armani suit, with her sweetest smile.

The door was pushed open, and Bai Ke walked in, wearing a gray T-shirt with a wrinkled collar, a pair of beach shorts, and flip-flops.

His hair was unwashed and had been ruffled into a mess by Ren Pingsheng, with a few stray hairs sticking out, as if he had just come out of an internet cafe after an all-night session.

Yang Ying turned her head, and the smile on her face instantly froze.

"What...what's going on?"

Yang Ying was stunned. She subconsciously looked at Ren Pingsheng, "Director Ren, is he... on the wrong set?"

She was unaware that the script had been changed, and Ren Pingsheng had no intention of explaining it to her.

"Oh, no," Ren Pingsheng said without changing his expression. "That Armani suit got dirty by accident and was sent to the dry cleaners. We'll shoot a few casual home scenes today."

Yang Ying opened her mouth, feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Is this what it looks like for a rich kid to relax at home?

"Everyone, get ready!"

Ren Pingsheng didn't give her time to think. "Da Chui, just do as I told you last night. Don't think about anything. Just act however you want."

"Action!"

Bai Ke took a deep breath, his limbs stiff with tension, but he remembered Ren Pingsheng's words.

He walked up to Yang Ying in his flip-flops, then, with a nervous and somewhat wooden poker face, mechanically pulled a wad of counterfeit money from his underwear pocket.

With a flick of his wrist, the counterfeit bills scattered in mid-air, landing on Yang Ying's floral dress.

"Woman, is 100,000 yuan enough to buy you a smile?"

The entire room fell silent.

Yang Ying was completely stumped.

People can actually laugh when they are extremely speechless.

The disheveled man in front of her was making her laugh in a condescending tone.

The strong sense of incongruity stunned her. To cover her embarrassment, the corners of her mouth twitched unconsciously a few times, forcing out an ugly fake smile.

"Card!"

Ren Pingsheng slapped his thigh, his eyes shining.

"Yes, that's the expression!"

Everything went as he expected. Bai Ke's stiff body language and delivery due to nervousness perfectly showcased his indifference towards money.

This understated yet eye-catching contrast in his attire perfectly masked his lack of acting skills.

This is a million times better than trying to look cool in Armani yesterday!

But Yang Ying's expression changed.

After that moment of shock, a strange emotion welled up inside me.

Bai Ke's words, "I'd spend 100,000 yuan to make you smile," struck a deep wound in her heart.

Having debuted as a young model, she has truly experienced such scenes; she has seen too many rich second-generation individuals look at her with those kinds of eyes.

At first, she wanted to refute it and prove that she wasn't the kind of person who would do anything for money, but her family situation prevented her from doing so.

Now, she still wants to refute and prove herself, but as an actress, she cannot refute in order to gain recognition.

A mix of emotions welled up inside her, and her eyes even started to redden slightly.

Ren Pingsheng, sitting behind the monitor, keenly sensed this emotion.

The worst thing about acting is when an actor is like a wooden doll with no emotions.

Now that she's hooked, things will be much easier from here on out!

"Baby! Stay calm! I know you're upset and feel insulted, so you have to argue back and prove your superiority!"

"Look at him with your most innocent eyes and tell him that your love cannot be bought with money."

Yang Ying bit her lip, staring intently at Bai Ke in front of her.

Under Ren Pingsheng's guidance, her inherent stubbornness and helplessness in reality were perfectly integrated into her angelic face.

"Action!"

Yang Ying took a deep breath, her eyes slightly red, her trembling voice carrying a hint of stubbornness:

"Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have money? My dignity is priceless!"

She suddenly squatted down, gathered the counterfeit money on the ground into her bosom, then looked up at Bai Ke with a wronged yet determined gaze.

"But I'm worried you might use this money to go astray, so I'll save it for you first!"

"puff!"

Xiao Ai, holding the microphone boom, bit her lip hard, while Da Peng, sitting on the sidelines, clutched his stomach and laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight.

"Card, passed!"

Ren Pingsheng breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned this disastrous scene into a successful one using extremely tricky angles.

The subsequent filming proceeded with unstoppable momentum.

Bai Ke learned as he acted, gradually transforming the stiffness from unintentional to deliberate, perfectly portraying a rich but brain-dead rich and handsome man.

Yang Ying, under Ren Pingsheng's extreme torment, repeatedly oscillated between being wronged and weak and being resolute and brave, portraying a top-tier sea queen who righteously treats men as ATMs with great detail.

By 10 p.m., the two had miraculously finished filming their scene together.

"knock off!"

At Ren Pingsheng's command, cheers erupted from the crew.

Yang Ying breathed a sigh of relief, and the contempt in her eyes lessened.

Bai Ke changed into a neat set of clothes and walked over. After hesitating for a moment, he handed over a bottle of water.

"Um...sorry, I didn't write the lines..."

Yang Ying looked up at him, took the water, and her tone returned to normal.

"You acted very well."

"Really?" Bai Ke scratched his head. "I feel like I'm a block of wood."

"It's funny because you look like a block of wood," Yang Ying said, unscrewing the bottle cap and taking a sip. "Your hands are shaking even more than mine."

Bai Ke gave an awkward laugh, looked down at his hands, and realized that she was right.

Ren Pingsheng watched this scene from a distance without going over.

Dapeng swayed up from behind and rested his chin on his shoulder.

"You're a real talent."

"What's wrong?"

"Use Bai Ke's tension to arouse Yang Ying's emotions, and use Yang Ying's emotions to feed back into Bai Ke's performance. From the very beginning, you didn't expect the two of them to be able to act normally together."

Ren Pingsheng tilted his head slightly. "Brother Peng's observation skills have improved."

"I've fought in the north and south for so many years, what kind of scenes haven't I seen?" Dapeng straightened up. "There's just one thing I haven't figured out."

"What?"

"Baby cried several times today. How did you know that line would touch her?"

"Just a guess."

"Another guess?"

Ren Pingsheng didn't answer, but picked up the scriptbook on the table and flipped through it.

Da Peng stared at him for a few seconds, then shook his head. "You know, you guess more accurately than you calculate. The more I think about it, the weirder it gets."

"Brother Peng," Ren Pingsheng closed his notebook, "Tomorrow you and Bai Ke have a major scene where the two of you are fighting over a woman. How are you going to act it out?"

Da Peng raised an eyebrow. "Do I need you to teach me how to play a loser?"

"It's different. In this scene, you already know you can't win, but you still have to go for it."

Dapeng was silent for a moment, then his eyes flickered.

"That's just asking for trouble, they deserve to suffer."

"Yes," Ren Pingsheng tossed the script to him, "but what the audience wants to see is you knowing you're going to lose, but still rushing up to take that slap."

Da Peng opened the scriptbook, saw the storyboard for tomorrow, and his expression slowly changed.