I Just Want to Copy Books in Peace

Han Yi sat in the back row of the minibus provided by the TV station, restless.

After a while, she took out her vanity mirror and lipstick from her satchel, and carefully touched up her makeup.

Fortunately, the driver drove very steadily and did not cause her hands to tremble.

When she looked up, she found that the camera, Liu Xiangfeng, was pointing the camera at her, and the red light was flashing, obviously shooting.

"Brother Liu, why don't we stop filming? It's not worth wasting memory on my shabby face." Han Yi said with a bitter face.

The director in charge of her group, Tang Beilei, wore a baseball cap with a low brim and a neutral black T-shirt.

In her 30s, her face is already a little frosty, and she has a very MACBOOK AIR body and average appearance. At first glance, she looks like a 40-year-old middle-aged uncle. The more elegant kind.

She chewed it and said, "Take a shot, maybe it will be useful when."

Han Yi pouted.

"Xiao Han, tell me how you feel now." Tang Beilei said.

Han Yi rolled his eyes with clear black and white, and blurted out, "Nervous."

"Why are you nervous?"

Han Yi recalled the script, patted her plump chest and said, "I heard that he is very arrogant and has a bigger temper. He calls the singer Peng Sizhang around and criticizes Duan Xiaochen. Those rumors, you know, even if only a third of them are true, I'm worried he won't be very easy to deal with."

Tang Beilei hid from the camera, leaned comfortably on the seat, endured the discomfort of quitting smoking, and asked the question according to the script: "As far as I know, the people who have worked with him recently have all praised him, saying that he is now He is very personable and has changed a lot. But he is too strict and meticulous about his work. If someone makes a mistake in his work, he will ruthlessly point it out. So you don't have to worry about not dealing with him, as long as you put your work Just do it."

"But I'm still worried!" Han Yi pouted and gave a little free play, "The point is, I've never seen him before. Even if he's the king and queen, I've seen him many times in Taiwan. It's nothing new, and you don't have to worry about the other party playing big cards. But he is different. He is too mysterious. I have never met him before, and I don't know what kind of person he is. All impressions of him are from other people's descriptions, or It was obtained through the media. In the whole circle, few people dare to say that they know him."

"It doesn't feel real, you know? That's why I'm worried. I don't know what details will touch his taboos and make him angry, you know."

"I understand, that's why we sent a big beauty like you to be his assistant. You are not the most beautiful in our stage, but you are the most laughable. Even if you do something wrong, stop there, little dimple Show it up, admit your mistake with a smile, and he's embarrassed to get mad at you, right?"

Han Yi said quietly: "I thought it was because I was the best at work..."

Tang Beilei covered her mouth and hummed twice, then signaled the camera to stop recording.

She straightened up, stopped chewing xylitol, and said solemnly: "You are arranged to come with Hemingway because your ability to adapt to the situation is the best. And one thing is right, you can laugh, even if you accidentally go out. What's wrong, seeing you smiling so cutely, most men won't care about you,

This is your advantage. "

Han Yi nodded seriously.

She is no longer a simple girl who just graduated, and she doesn't think there is anything wrong with making good use of her innate advantages.

Tang Beilei continued to exhort: "Your group is the only group without a script. Do you know why?"

Before Han Yi could speak, she had already asked herself: "Because Hemingway is so mysterious that he has almost never been exposed. The audience is curious about him and wants to get to know him. No matter what he reveals, the audience Are interested to know. And his agent is also against setting up a character for him."

"So we just let him play freely. To put it differently, even if he plays big names, bullies other players on the show, or does some other bad things, it will damage his own reputation, but For us, it's all about ratings."

Han Yi said that he had learned.

"Of course I don't want you to deliberately lead him to make mistakes. You just deal with him normally, try to let him tell the truth and show his true side. You are a simple-looking woman who is easy to relax. Boy, look cute and not too sexy, not intimidating, when you are with you, it will be easy to reveal the real side without knowing it. We will dig these things and show them in front of the audience ."

"I understand, Director Tang." Han Yi answered seriously.

"Remember our conversation? When we meet, find an opportunity to show your nervousness in front of Hemingway. Then tell him you are nervous and tell him why you are nervous and see how he responds. I think it will It's fun."

"Okay Director Tang, I know what to do."

"In addition, I know you may know this, but I still have to stress it again. Before you establish a more familiar relationship with him, don't rashly ask him about Duan Xiaochen, about Su Manqian and other sensitive topics. Of course, when the time is right, We're definitely going to ask him these questions for the ratings."

Han Yi smiled confidently: "Please trust my professionalism."

...

Standing in front of Hemingway's hotel room, Han Yi took out a small mirror to take a look again, and lifted the beige blouse with a deep V-neck to make it less revealing.

He turned his head again and gestured to photographer Liu Xiangfeng with his eyes.

Liu Xiangfeng gave a thumbs up.

Tang Beilei nodded: "Let's start shooting."

Han Yi was still relatively relaxed at this time, and said with a smile, "What if I get a bad picture?"

Tang Beilei said lightly: "If you take it, you can take it, just delete it in front of him. And you think he will care? They are experts in photography."

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a handsome, drooling face suddenly appeared in the camera.

Gray and vicissitudes of hair, impeccably beautiful facial features, looked at them blankly.

The three people in the program group here are all "squeaky" in their hearts. It's really embarrassing to be caught talking ill of people behind their backs.

Tang Beilei also secretly hated herself for being cheap, and added the second half of the sentence unnecessarily.

Hemingway looked at them for a while, then suddenly said, "It's already filming?"

The red light flickered.

Tang Beilei nodded.

Hemingway said, "Oh. Remember to cut this part out, or remove my eye mucus in post-production, thank you. Just woke up and haven't washed my face yet."

"..." After a while, Han Yi covered her mouth and laughed.

Her smile is clean and comfortable to look at.

With just such a smile, the atmosphere immediately became less embarrassing.

"Haida, your character is so fun, I can't help but fan you!" Han Yi said slightly exaggeratedly.

Because her demeanor is not pretentious, her voice is not squeamish, and it is not offensive, and she may even feel that she is very straightforward and has no scheming.

"Who are you, little girl?" Hemingway was still expressionless.

"Haida, let me introduce myself, I'm your assistant, my name is Han Yi. I'm 25 years old this year. I've been in the industry for three and a half years. I've hosted several shows on Banana Channel. During the month's recording of the show, I will be in charge of assisting you with everything related to the show." Han Yi smiled warmly.

Hemingway: "Oh."

Han Yi seemed to have completely forgotten what Tang Beilei told her to be cautious before. She pointed to her face curiously and asked, "Haida, your face... are you unhappy, or have you been so paralyzed?"

Hemingway tugged at his handsome face and said inexplicably, "Facial paralysis? No. I don't have facial paralysis, and I'm not angry. I'm not familiar with you, and you haven't said anything that will impress me, so I don't have any facial expressions. Isn't that normal?"

"No," Han Yi said boldly, "A normal person should smile politely!"

Tang Beilei quietly gave her a thumbs up outside the camera.

Sure enough, sending Han Yi to follow Hemingway was the right move.

This child is sunny, straightforward, outspoken, seemingly simple, but in fact has some clever tricks.

It is up to her to break Hemingway's shell abruptly, and he can show the true side of Hemingway to the audience.

These few words of dialogue just now are a stroke of genius.

Most people dare not say that to Hemingway.

And Han Yi just blurted out like this, it looks reckless, but the actual effect is quite good.

Hemingway wasn't angry, he just put on a thoughtful look: "Is that so? But I don't like polite smiles. You see, I'm a lazy person, and my energy is limited. I don't have anything to spare other than to create. Time and energy to maintain what you call 'normal'."

After speaking, he asked Tang Beilei again: "Can I wear a mask during the recording? After all, I'm not a star, so the audience is probably not interested in what I look like."

Tang Beilei shook her head: "No way."

"Oh," said Hemingway, "I'm not really an expert when it comes to photography."

"what?"

"I'm a top player."

"..."

"Hahaha, Haida, I really want to fan you!"

In short, the process of meeting Hemingway was completely different from what I imagined.

But surprisingly happy.

Han Yi felt that Hemingway was really an interesting person.

It was my little luck to be sent to follow him this time.

It is hoped that in the months of recording this program, more unknown sides of him can be discovered and presented to the audience.

After a few chats, Hemingway went back to the house to wash his face and pack his luggage.

When he came out, he was carrying a small sporty handbag.

"Haida, you brought such a little thing to record the show?"

Hemingway asked inexplicably: "What's wrong? I remember that this time only one episode was recorded, and it was done in two days. So you only need to bring a little change of clothes!"

Han Yi said in an exaggerated tone: "Then you haven't seen some stars, you just call in front and back, live in eight seats, and you have to bring 10 assistants to record a show, and you can't wait to bring half of your family. It's an exaggeration that someone once even brought five sets of swimsuits."

"..."

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