The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 280 - : Director, your wife has knocked someone out (first update

Miss Jiang’s anger had not subsided, hard to please; as if to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, she glared at Zhou Xufang, but rebuked Lisa: “It hurts so much, can’t you be a bit gentler?”

Jiang Chun came from a wealthy second-generation family and had a bit of a background.

Lisa didn’t want to lose her job and didn’t talk back, quickly apologizing: “I’m sorry, Miss Jiang.”

Over ten minutes later, a crew member came to hurry them along, Jiang Chun finally cooled off, stopped making things difficult for Lisa, got changed, and went out; Lisa then apologized to Zhou Xufang and quickly did her hair, mindful of the time.

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Zhou Xufang was a little late, but the assistant director who was responsible for coordinating the actors wasn’t working with Jiang Zhi for the first time. He had seen Zhou Xufang in the previous film crew and knew she wasn’t an ordinary stand-in actor, so naturally, he didn’t dare to scold her; he even spoke to her softly and carefully explained the scene.

“Start from the marked spot on the wall, run to here, then jump down, and draw your sword,” said the assistant director, looking at Zhou Xufang, “OK?”

Zhou Xufang nodded.

The camera and actors were ready, the crew clapped the board: “Action!”

Zhou Xufang stood in her place, starting from the marked spot. She ran with swift steps, her garments fluttering elegantly; after a stretch of ‘climbing walls,’ she leaped from the city wall, just about to sneak into Yuxiu Palace—

A scream rang out: “Ah!”

Zhou Xufang’s head tilted: Was that too early?

Then, a languid voice called out: “Cut.”

It was too early; Zhou Xufang hadn’t even entered Yuxiu Palace.

“I’m sorry, Director Jiang,” Jiang Chun was bowing and apologizing, her voice sweet with a princess’s tone, “I misjudged the timing.”

Jiang Zhi wasn’t looking at the actors, but at the camera: “Let’s do it again.”

The crew clapped the board again.

Zhou Xufang climbed the wall, sprinted—every step counted, landed precisely after the jump, scanned the area, pressured the patrolling guards, and sneaked into Yuxiu Palace, looking around cautiously as she headed toward the palace interior.

At the entrance to the main hall, the lavishly dressed woman saw a shadow flash by, the hand-warmer she was holding dropped to the ground, and she screamed, “Ah!” pointing at the black-clothed man who suddenly appeared, “You, you—”

Who are you?

Zhou Xufang knew the line, but Jiang Chun stalled.

Jiang Zhi called cut, raising his eyelids for the first time, his face showing traces of sickness and displeasure: “What’s going on with you?”

Jiang Chun picked up the hand-warmer from the ground, her voice so tender it could squeeze out water: “I’m sorry, Director Jiang, it’s my first time filming with you and I’m too nervous.”

Nervous?

That look didn’t show any nervousness.

Jiang Zhi glanced subtly at his own girl: “Last chance, make another elementary mistake, and you won’t need to film anymore.”

Jiang Chun immediately agreed.

The board clapped for the third time.

Zhou Xufang smoothly snuck into Yuxiu Palace.

Jiang Zhi sat in front of the monitor, resting his hand on the desk, tapping with the script in hand: “Who sneaked her in?”

Was it that obvious?

Vice Director Zhao touched his nose, feeling a bit guilty: “Producer Jiang.” This girl is the niece of the head producer.

Jiang Zhi’s finger tapping the desk paused; his fingers were long and well-manicured, pale with five small crescents, he said slowly and leisurely, “Pretty bold.”

Vice Director Zhao asked: “You mean Producer Jiang?”

Jiang Zhi didn’t reply.

Pretty bold, daring to trip up his girlfriend.

Perhaps because the director had spoken, and this was the last take, Jiang Chun didn’t make another mistake, and her effort was there: “Who are you?”

The black-clothed man stepped forward, delivering a karate chop to the back of her neck.

Then, the patrolling secret guards came over, the black-clothed man turned, and the wind lifted her veil.

After that, it was Fang Lixiang’s turn to show her face.

Vice Director Zhao glanced at Jiang Zhi and called out: “OK, good.”

Yay!

Zhou Xufang felt she had performed fantastically and wondered how much pay she would get, whether it would be enough to buy Jiang Zhi a piece of clothing.

Jiang Chun’s assistant went over to help her: “Sister Jiang Chun.”

The person was still on the ground, unresponsive.

“Sister Jiang Chun.”

Jiang Chun was lying on the ground, motionless.

Now her assistant panicked, pushed her a couple of times, but she still didn’t wake up: “Sister Jiang Chun seems to have fainted.”

Zhou Xufang instantly deflated, unsure if her pay would be enough to cover the damages…

Vice Director Zhao hurried over to check on the situation; damn, she had really fainted, not even waking up when he pinched her; he asked Zhou Xufang, “How did you knock her out?”

Zhou Xufang was very embarrassed: “The script says,” she recited the specified line from the script, “Xiao Heng steps forward, delivers a chop with the hand, and knocks Princess Ming Rong out.”

So she hit her.

Vice Director Zhao embarrassed: “We didn’t want you actually to knock her out.”

Pretend to knock out?

“Oh.” Zhou Xufang had never picked up this kind of hitting role and was very sorry, “I’m sorry.”