Chapter 647
Stop Touching Me
After confirming the guest selection with Wang Han, filming continued.
The crew members on set were busy.
A camera was set up next to the bookshelf, and the cameraman was half-squatting on the ground, fine-tuning the focus, and focusing on capturing the interaction between the two.
The sound engineer held up a small microphone and discreetly placed it under the two people's desks to avoid being seen on camera.
The lighting technician stayed in a corner to keep the lighting soft and not disrupt the library's tranquil atmosphere.
Zhang Lei sat next to the makeshift monitor, his eyes fixed on the screen, his walkie-talkie kept silent, and he only occasionally gestured to the staff to adjust the details.
The two sat at a small desk by the window.
Tian Xiwei frowned as she pointed to a difficult physics problem in the workbook.
With a look of confusion in her eyes, she said softly to Jiang Yang, "Jiang Yang, look at this force analysis problem. I just can't understand it. I keep getting the direction of the forces wrong. I've looked through the textbook but still can't figure it out."
Her voice was soft, fitting the quiet environment of the library.
He lightly tapped his fingertip on the illustration in the workbook, his tone tinged with helplessness.
Jiang Yang picked up the learning machine next to him, clicked on the screen, and opened the online Q&A function: "Don't worry, this question is indeed a bit tricky. I didn't know it at first either. You see, open the online Q&A, select the corresponding question type, and you can connect with the teacher for explanation and listen to it repeatedly."
He pushed the learning machine towards Tian Xiwei.
The professional teacher's explanation was transmitted in audio.
He listened attentively, scribbling and drawing on the draft paper, deriving the solution, and turned to look at Tian Xiwei: "Listen, the teacher said that here we need to first determine the direction of gravity, then look at the elastic force of the contact surface, and slowly you will understand."
Tian Xi leaned closer to the screen, listening attentively to the explanation. Her eyes gradually brightened, her brows relaxed, and she looked enlightened. She smiled and said, "Oh, I see! I got the elasticity direction wrong just now. Thank goodness for this learning machine, otherwise I would have had to figure it out for ages."
Jiang Yang looked at her smile, and a gentle smile appeared in his eyes.
He tapped the "Collect Wrong Questions" function on the screen: "Yes, I can use it to look up anything I don't understand, and I can also collect the wrong questions for easy review later. It's especially suitable for our senior year exam preparation."
The conversation between the two was natural.
Fits the learning scenario.
Highlight the functions of the learning machine.
"Okay, passed!" Zhang Lei smiled.
The voice just fell.
The staff breathed a sigh of relief.
The cameraman put down the camera, rubbed his shoulders, and said to his assistant, "Quickly pack up the equipment, check the footage, and make sure there are no mistakes. The next scene is a group shot in the classroom, so we need to hurry up and change locations."
The sound engineer put away his microphone and walked over to Zhang Lei: "Director, the sound recording is normal. The conversation between Teacher Jiang Yang and Teacher Xi Wei is clear."
Zhang Lei checked it over.
The sound of turning pages in the background is captured, and the machine noise is completely inaudible, making it sound very natural. It doesn't require much post-production adjustment.
The source material is fine.
The rest can be left to the post-production team to add background music.
The lighting technician turned off the equipment and tidied the cables, saying, "Hurry, hurry, let's go to the next location and finish filming quickly so as not to delay the students' classes. Make sure the equipment is tested in advance."
The script supervisor, holding the clapperboard, walked over to Jiang Yang and Tian Xiwei and said with a smile, "Teacher Jiang Yang, Teacher Xiwei, thank you for your hard work. This take was filmed exceptionally well. Take a break, and then we'll move to the classrooms over there for the second-year students. They're already setting up there, so you can go and familiarize yourselves with the location and touch up your makeup."
"Thank you all for your hard work, we'll be right there."
Jiang Yang and Tian Xiwei straightened their school uniforms.
The props team staff quickly stepped forward and carefully put away the learning machine, exercise book, and draft paper.
"Subsequently, the staff members had a clear division of labor."
Carrying a camera.
Moving the lighting equipment.
Organize props.
They tiptoed out of the library to avoid disturbing other students, and the transition process was orderly, fast, and efficient.
We will strive to get into filming the next scene as soon as possible.
The staff arrived at the classroom early and set up the filming equipment with clear division of labor.
The noise from the film set broke the original tranquility of the classroom.
"Come on, lend a hand over here. Move the monitor a little to the side of the podium so it doesn't block the formulas on the blackboard, otherwise we won't be able to capture the crucial footage!"
The staff member in charge of setting up the venue shouted to his colleagues as he moved equipment.
His tone was hurried yet orderly.
The production assistant across from us was squatting on the ground, tidying up the tangled cables. He looked up and reminded us, "Be careful. Handle the camera gently. Don't touch the books on the desks or mess up the students' study materials. We'll have to restore them after filming!"
The lighting team carried the lighting equipment and adjusted it back and forth on both sides of the classroom: "Move the lights towards the blackboard. We need to illuminate the area where the teacher is lecturing, but we don't want glare, otherwise the words on the screen won't be visible. Please cooperate!"
The classroom desks were piled high with books.
The blackboard was covered with dense mathematical formulas and examples.
The handwriting was neat and strong, and the ceiling fan above turned slowly, blowing out wisps of breeze.
The red slogan "There is a path to the mountain of books: diligence is the way" is prominently displayed on the wall.
The students were directed to wait in the corridor, watching the busy staff and various equipment in the classroom.
I was told beforehand that an advertising filming team would come and turn the classroom into a film set.
I was mentally prepared.
It was still a surprise when it actually came.
They huddled together, whispering amongst themselves.
"So many cameras and lights, this is so grand, won't it look exaggerated when filmed?"
"I don't know how the filming will go. I'm sitting right next to the camera, am I going to get filmed? I'm so nervous!"
"Will Jiang Yang and Tian Xiwei come in soon? I'm so excited to see them up close!"
"Didn't our homeroom teacher say that we're filming an advertisement for Youxuepai? Will we be asked to use the learning machine later?"
No one gossips like they do during breaks anymore.
It's confirmed; it's going to be a commercial.
Many students secretly took out their phones to search for information about Jiang Yang and Tian Xiwei.
Currently, our understanding of Jiangyang is limited to his status as a top scorer in the college entrance examination.
The search revealed that Jiang Yang had also appeared on variety shows and starred in one of his TV dramas.
He even turned down invitations from Tsinghua and Peking Universities.
They chatted quietly about Jiang Yang's past, but their main focus remained on the commercial they were about to film.
"If we have too many NGs later, won't it delay our study session? I still have so many questions to do!"
The girls whispered their admiration: "No matter what, being able to film with Jiang Yang and Tian Xiwei is such a memorable experience!"
The math teacher on the podium gripped his lesson plan tightly, his palms slightly sweaty.
His face showed a hint of nervousness that he could hardly hide.
I was definitely panicking.
In all my years of teaching, I have never given a lesson in front of so many cameras and so many film crew members.
If I misread an example problem or said something wrong, I would feel embarrassed no matter what.
It will also delay the filming schedule.
You must not let the students see your nervousness.
Just try to treat it with a normal attitude.
Just treat it like a regular math class.
The students will cooperate; Jiang Yang and Xi Wei are also students at the school, so they certainly won't make things difficult for me.
Besides, the audio-visual equipment from Youxuepai will be delivered after the commercial is finished, making it more convenient for classes in the future. Consider it a chance to get used to the new equipment in advance.
The staff called out into the corridor, "Students, get ready, come in, find your seats, we're about to start filming!"
The students quieted down and stopped chatting.
They entered the classroom in an orderly fashion.
As soon as I sat down, I saw Jiang Yang and Tian Xiwei coming in from the stairwell, both dressed in their familiar school uniforms.
It immediately caused an uproar again.
Quiet gasps of surprise rose and fell.
Someone secretly took out their phone and took photos while the staff weren't looking.
They huddled together, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes filled with surprise and excitement.
Some people couldn't help but whisper the two's names, their voices filled with admiration.
The math teacher on the podium unconsciously clenched his lesson plan again.
He took a deep breath.
I tried my best to calm the tension in my heart.
Teaching in front of a camera.
They were afraid of making a mistake and affecting the filming schedule.
At first, everyone seemed unusually reserved.
They can't let go and act freely.
As soon as the camera was pointed at them, the students stiffened up and their posture became extremely unnatural.
His eyes darted around, avoiding direct eye contact with the camera.
Some people couldn't help but suppress their laughter and burst out laughing several times.
Some people even forgot what they were supposed to do.
Even turning the pages of the book felt extremely awkward.
The math teacher on the podium almost misread the steps of the example problem, and his speaking speed became a bit rapid.
"Click." Zhang Lei's shout had barely faded.
The film set instantly became lively.
The script supervisor quickly ran over with the clapperboard in hand.
With a helpless smile, he said, "Students, please restrain yourselves a little. Hold back your laughter. Only relax when the camera can't capture your expressions, otherwise we'll have to do another NG!"
The staff in charge of lighting also came over.
A gentle reminder: "Hey you in the back row, tilt your head up a little higher. The lights aren't shining on your face, it'll make your face look dark in the photo. Please cooperate!"
The cameraman put down the camera.
He rubbed his shoulders.
He added with a smile, "Don't be nervous, everyone. Just sit normally. There's no need to pose deliberately. The more natural you are, the better. Let's try to minimize the number of takes and finish work as soon as possible!"
During the break while adjusting the equipment.
The students quietly gathered together.
He muttered to himself.
"Oh my god, I'm so nervous. The camera is pointed at me, and I don't even dare to breathe loudly."
"Me too, me too! I was flipping through the book too fast, I must have smashed it."
"Jiang Yang and Tian Xiwei are so calm. I wish I could be that natural too."
"I wonder how many more takes I'll have to do, and if it will interfere with the teacher's class."
Soft whispers rang out in the classroom.
With the shyness and trepidation of a young boy and girl.
Zhang Lei walked to the middle of the classroom.
He had a gentle smile on his face.
He raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.
He began to patiently reassure and instruct the students: "Don't be nervous, students. This is our first time filming, and you've already done a great job. Remember, just be natural. Treat me like your regular homeroom teacher, and ignore the camera. Listen to the lesson, look up the book, and ask questions as you see fit. Just like you're in a math class. Don't worry about the camera, understand?"
As he spoke, he walked over to several students whose eyes were filled with panic.
He gently patted them on the shoulder.
"Come on, try to relax, relax your shoulders, look at the blackboard, and follow the teacher's train of thought. Let's do it again, a little slower, it's okay."
Even with Zhang Lei's repeated guidance and patient reassurance,
The students were still too shy to relax.
Either their eyes are stiff, or their movements are deliberate.
We did it again and again.
Even the staff were somewhat helpless.
Zhang Lei stood beside the monitor with a frown on his face.
He whispered to the assistant director, "This won't work. It's a waste of time. The students are too nervous; we can't teach them."
The assistant director sighed.
He responded, "It's my first time facing the camera, I understand. I'll try again. If it still doesn't work, I'll adjust the camera angle and shoot fewer close-ups."
Seeing this, Jiang Yang stood up with a bright smile on his face and walked to the middle of the classroom.
He raised his hand and clapped, attracting everyone's attention.
He said loudly, "Don't be discouraged, everyone. Don't be nervous. The director is right. You don't need to act deliberately. Just be yourself! I also graduated from Tongliang. I'm one of you. I know it's your first time filming, so it's inevitable that you'll feel uncomfortable. Here's a treat for you. When the Youxuepai audio-visual equipment arrives, your class will be the first to get it installed so you can use it first!"
The voice just fell.
Only a few faint cheers rang out in the classroom. Most of the students just had a fleeting moment of interest.
I wasn't very excited.
Someone muttered under their breath, "Audio-visual equipment? It doesn't seem that interesting. Isn't it just for learning?"
Jiang Yang observed this and added with a smile:
"You can watch movies."
The words fell.
The students in the classroom finally became a little more excited.
Someone quietly straightened up.
She exchanged a surprised look with the classmate next to her.
But this excitement didn't last long.
It quickly faded into obscurity.
They were all high school sophomores.
This is a period of intense academic work and strict supervision by teachers.
They all know perfectly well that whether or not the audio-visual equipment can be used to show movies is not up to them at all.
The idea that all power is in the hands of teachers is likely just empty talk.
"Jiang Yang, which celebrities do you know now?" a student asked quietly.
"Want to see celebrities? I can send them videos."
Jiang Yang smiled and said, "Want to see?"
The classroom, which had been somewhat dull just moments before, suddenly erupted in excitement.
The students could no longer contain themselves.
They shouted excitedly.
"Yes! I want to! Jiang Yang, you keep your word! Who can we video chat with?"
Cheers erupted one after another.
Even the usually serious Zhang Lei and the assistant director stood aside with smiles.
They did not step forward to stop them.
Jiang Yang smiled, raised his hand, took out his phone, and dialed Huang Lei's video call in front of everyone.
The phone screen lights up.
The call was connected very quickly.
On the other end of the video call.
Huang Lei is recording the variety show "Back to Field".
The background is a farmhouse courtyard in western Hunan.
There was an old wooden table in the courtyard.
On the table were unfinished farm tools and a few fresh fruits.
It is surrounded by lush green vegetables and tall trees.
She was wearing a loose-fitting gray casual outfit.
Her hair was rather unkempt.
He was slumped in a wicker chair in the yard at that moment.
He had one foot propped up on a low stool next to him, and was slowly fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan in his hand.
I saw the video call connect.
Huang Lei raised an eyebrow, his tone full of teasing: "It's rare, Jiang, the top scholar, actually took the initiative to call me."
Jiang Yang smiled and said sincerely, "I missed you, Brother Lei."
Huang Lei bluntly retorted, "Thinking my ass! I'd believe you if you said you wanted to pursue your transcendence, but you want me..."
We can't let Huang Lei continue talking.
Jiang Yang interrupted, "I want to eat your cooking."
Upon hearing this...
Huang Lei's eyes lit up: "Hahaha, good, good, when you report to Beijing Film Academy, come to my house first. When I was recording the first episode of my variety show, Song Dandan said that the green beans I cooked were too tough. Let me tell you, I've now invented a new cuisine..."
This is not the time for casual conversation.
They were also afraid that Huang Lei might say something in casual conversation that couldn't be said publicly.
Jiang Yang got down to business, also reminding Huang Lei not to chat idly:
"Brother Lei, I'm currently filming an advertisement for Youxuepai at my alma mater, Tongliang Middle School. The younger students really like you and would like you to say a few words of encouragement to them."
talking.
Jiang Yang then turned his phone camera and pointed it at the students in the classroom.
When Huang Lei saw the densely packed students on the screen and the expectation in their eyes, he quickly corrected his unseemly posture and sat up straight.
I quickly tidied my clothes and hair.
He was still muttering under his breath: "So many people are watching, why didn't you say so earlier... Classmates, I was recording a variety show and taking a break. I'm not usually like this, I'm not this sloppy. It's all Jiang Yang's fault."
The voice just fell.
A burst of laughter erupted in the classroom.
The tense atmosphere quickly relaxed.
After laughing, Huang Lei cleared his throat.
His tone became serious as he addressed the students in the camera's view.
"I am a university teacher, not a high school teacher, but I also went to high school. I know that you are now in your second year of high school, which is a crucial and arduous stage of your studies. You have to do practice problems and memorize things every day. You may feel very tired and may feel lost at times, but please do not give up."
"Youthful efforts are never in vain."
"Just like Jiang Yang, he must have put in unimaginable effort to become the top scorer in the art exams of the four schools and the top scorer in the college entrance exams."
Huang Lei paused at this point.
I felt a little guilty.
Because what I said was against my conscience.
Did Jiang Yang ever try? He certainly didn't feel it; it was purely based on talent.
Just like his superb culinary skills, it's all a gift from God; you can't learn it through hard work.
However, these are things that definitely cannot be said aloud.
Huang Lei continued, "I hope everyone can take Jiang Yang as an example, cherish the present moment, take every learning opportunity seriously, be down-to-earth, and go all out. I believe that one day, you will also realize your dreams, get into your ideal university, and become a better version of yourselves."
The students listened very attentively.
They all nodded vigorously.
After encouraging the students, Huang Lei changed the subject and his eyes became serious: "Jiang Yang, turn the camera around. Now that we've created this atmosphere, I'd like to say a few words to you too."
"What do you want to say to me?" Jiang Yang asked with a smile.
"I'll lecture you, you know me, I love to be a teacher." Huang Lei laughed heartily.
really.
Just like Jiang Yang thought.
Huang Lei is like that.
Every time I spend time with Huang Lei, I always have to listen to him talk about some life philosophy.
Or I could find an opportunity to cook for him.
You can't say it's not tasty, or your face will turn red.
If Huang Lei can correct these two bad habits someday, Jiang Yang believes that Zhao Lushi will become more cultured.
The camera flips over.
Huang Lei said directly, "Jiang Yang, don't think I'm nagging, I'm doing this for your own good. From now on, I'll really be your teacher, and I have to give you a few special advice. You're at the peak of your career right now, and it's been a long and successful journey. You know how hard that is, right?"
"You're handsome and talented. You know, the entertainment industry is full of temptations. Every year, so many newcomers get arrogant as soon as they become famous. They can't resist the temptation of fame and fortune and do illegal and disorderly things that go against their conscience. In the end, their careers collapse overnight, and all their years of hard work go down the drain. They even ruin the reputation they've built up. What a pity."
"I've practically watched you grow up. I first met you on that episode of 'Go Fighting!', remember? Yang Chaoyue played the little beggar, and you played the noodle stall owner. I know how tough things have been for you. So I sincerely advise you, no matter how famous you become, you must stay true to yourself and uphold your principles. Don't do anything illegal. You might be a role model for many young people right now, especially these younger students. They're all proud of you. So you must always be a positive role model. Every word and action must be true to yourself and to those who like you. Set a good example for these young people. Don't disappoint those who care about you, and don't ruin your bright future, okay?"
"Understood." Jiang Yang nodded.
"Be serious!" Huang Lei said sternly.
The authoritative tone of his voice was immediately apparent.
The classroom, which had been filled with smiles, suddenly fell silent.
Jiang Yang also dropped his casual expression, knowing that Huang Lei was not joking with him. His expression became serious, and he said solemnly, "I remember everything, Teacher Huang."
At the same time, I sensed that Huang Lei's condition was not right.
Huang Lei is usually not this talkative.
Especially knowing that there were many people around him, Huang Lei couldn't possibly say that much.
"Xiwei." Huang Lei changed the subject and called out to Tian Xiwei, who was standing next to Jiang Yang.
"Huh?" Tian Xi responded softly.
I didn't dare to breathe.
Seeing Huang Lei's serious and lecturing manner towards Jiang Yang through the video chat, she felt a surge of nervousness.
They were terrified of being called on by the teacher.
Her eyes darted away, and she didn't even dare to raise her head too high, just quietly listening to the two people's conversation.
The students in the classroom laughed, and she laughed along with them.
Upon suddenly hearing Huang Lei call her name, Tian Xiwei stiffened slightly, quickly looked up at the phone camera, and said softly, "Hello, Teacher Huang."
Huang Lei looked at Tian Xi's slightly reserved appearance and said, "Why call me Teacher Huang? Call me Uncle. We're already so familiar with each other. It's not like we're meeting for the first time."
Tian Xiwei quickly followed his words and softly called out, "Uncle Huang."
"Okay." Huang Lei replied with a smile, then added, "Xiwei, you keep an eye on Jiang Yang for me too. If he gets cocky, you beat him to a pulp. Tell him that Chongqing dialect of yours, 'I'm from Sichuan...'"
As he spoke.
Huang Lei tried to imitate the Chongqing accent, but his attempt was extremely clumsy.
The tone was stiff and the pronunciation was awkward.
A burst of laughter erupted in the classroom.
Huang Lei laughed along with him: "No, no, I can't learn dialects from other places. Wang Han is much better at it than me. He knows many dialects from different places. But he's just like me, he likes to lecture."
Upon hearing this...
Jiang Yang's heart skipped a beat.
I kind of regret sending Huang Lei the video... Huang Lei is definitely not in good shape right now.
They got carried away so quickly and started complaining about Wang Han.
Fortunately, no one was recording the scene, and there weren't many people from the industry present. Otherwise, if Huang Lei's complaint about Wang Han being preachy got out, it might have been picked apart by marketing accounts and used to stir up trouble.
Wang Han and Huang Lei do have a tendency to be preachy, but they are both his friends, so he should protect them if he can. There's no need to cause trouble over a casual remark.
Jiang Yang interrupted, "Brother Lei, have you been drinking?"
Huang Lei didn't hide it, and nodded with a smile: "I did drink a little, just rice wine. I was taking a break just now and figuring out how to use rice wine in cooking. It's not very strong, so it doesn't affect my speech."
They did drink.
Huang Lei became more talkative after drinking too much.
It's definitely not just yellow wine.
I drank the white wine too.
Otherwise, given Huang Lei's alcohol tolerance, he wouldn't get drunk so easily after drinking a little yellow wine.
Huang Lei turned his gaze back to Tian Xiwei, his tone becoming more serious: "Xiwei, I also want to say a few words to you."
Tian Xiwei's heart tightened, and she quickly replied, "What's wrong, Uncle Huang?"
"You're so talented, why did you get into the Shanghai Theatre Academy instead of the Beijing Film Academy?"
Huang Lei asked with a smile, his tone tinged with regret: "It would have been so much better if you had come to Beijing Film Academy and been my student, along with Jiang Yang."
"I...I..." Tian Xiwei was speechless for a moment when asked the question.
His cheeks flushed red, and his eyes were filled with panic.
I don't know how to answer.
She subconsciously raised her hand and gently poked Jiang Yang's thigh with her finger, again and again.
After a few taps, Jiang Yang gently took her hand.
Jiang Yang's palm was warm and strong, gently stroking the back of her hand.
Soothe her emotions.
The warm touch spread from my fingertips to my heart.
I'm not nervous anymore.
Her cheeks turned even redder, and a faint blush rose to the roots of her ears. Her heartbeat also quickened.
I instinctively tried to pull my hand back.
But Jiang Yang gripped her even tighter.
She kept her head down, not daring to look at anyone, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly as she whispered, "Stop touching me, I'm going to count them, believe it or not, I'll give you cupping therapy when we get back, I'll make your lips swollen, believe it or not." (End of Chapter)