Chapter 1167: The issue with the shooting of 1166

When Tan Rou appeared in front of the camera with a prop in her hand, she was still a bit bewildered. Honestly, she didn’t like acting in TV dramas, but Zhuang Liu was looking forward to this shooting.

It was unclear how Meng Xiao had persuaded Zhuang Liu, a very busy man, to participate. Considering that a TV drama couldn’t be filmed in one day, Zhuang Liu would have to spend a lot of time on it.

“Have you really thought this through?” Tan Rou asked, “Once the drama is broadcast, how will you face your employees and business partners?”

Zhuang Liu reached out to adjust Tan Rou’s scarf and said calmly, “I never planned to let our segments leak out. After we finish filming the video, we’ll have the editor cut our parts out separately, and not include them in the drama.”

Tan Rou chuckled, “Does Second Brother know your plan?”

Zhuang Liu replied, “He doesn’t know, and I’m not going to tell him. Since we haven’t signed a contract and they haven’t mentioned paying us, they can’t make a profit from our likeness if we decide not to show our faces.”

Tan Rou raised an eyebrow in admiration, “You’re quite clever. But I’m still curious why you agreed to it in the first place. If you’re not planning to appear on the show, why not just refuse them outright?”

A complex expression appeared on Zhuang Liu’s face, “Actually, I’ve always regretted not being able to sit in a classroom and take classes with you. Meng Xiao’s words reminded me, if we don’t seize the opportunity now, we’ll be old. It would be ridiculous to attend classes on campus in our forties.”

Tan Rou said, “No wonder so many couples like to make various kinds of videos these days, partly for fun and partly to make up for regrets.”

“Yeah,” Zhuang Liu said, “I’ve always wanted to see you sitting in the classroom, listening to the teacher. Now I finally have the chance, even though the teacher and students are actors, we are real.”

Tan Rou felt that Zhuang Liu had a bit of a romantic streak, actually wanting to take classes together in a classroom, something teenagers would enjoy. They were well past the age for such activities. But if Zhuang Liu liked it, Tan Rou was happy to accompany him.

If it were up to Tan Rou herself, she would have no desire to sit in a classroom, as she had already mastered the knowledge taught by the teachers; being in the classroom was simply a means to earn the credits needed for graduation.

With two lifetimes’ worth of experiences, Tan Rou’s psychological age had long surpassed thirty, even older than Zhuang Liu, so in Tan Rou’s view, Zhuang Liu’s behavior was somewhat childish.

No way around it, you have to spoil the man you choose!

“What are we supposed to do next?” Tan Rou asked the director expressionlessly. She hadn’t seen the script, and the director had mentioned they would find out what to do on the spot.

The director scratched his nearly bald head, looking troubled, “Actually, I don’t know how you two should act either because I haven’t seen your script.”

Tan Rou was puzzled, “Aren’t you the director? Why haven’t you seen the script?”

The director replied, “I’m just the unit director. The head director isn’t here with us; they’ve gone to another part of the campus to scout locations. The head director said that all we needed to do was follow your lead and arrange things accordingly.”

Tan Rou was speechless, “You’re not very competent as a director, are you?”

The unit director admitted honestly, “I haven’t even graduated from college yet, this is my first time directing for a TV drama. But don’t worry, the cameramen with us are all professionals, they’ll definitely capture your best states.”

After hearing this, Tan Rou felt like they hadn’t come to shoot a drama, but rather a music video tailored just for them.

“Where is the screenwriter?” Tan Rou looked around but didn’t see anyone who seemed to be a screenwriter, “You can’t be without a screenwriter, can you?”

The unit director glanced at Zhuang Liu, then said, “Our part is mainly improvisation. You just have to act according to the specific setting, like holding hands, or a gentleman placing a hat on a lady.”

The more Tan Rou listened, the more confused she became, yet a clear thought emerged, “Zhuang Liu, you didn’t arrange this as well, did you?”