Don't Pinch The Tip Of My Tail

Chapter 12: Assistant

Jian Chen was obviously surprised by his question. He blinked and said slowly: "I'm not professional."

The people sitting during the meeting were either the director, the screenwriter, or the leading actors of the relevant plot.

And he was just an assistant. He didn't quite understand the proper nouns that popped up one after another in their mouths, and he didn't feel that his suggestions were acceptable to them.

Jian Chen was a little embarrassed, but Jiang Yuchen affirmed: "Professional."

The young man who was suddenly praised subconsciously raised his head, and then heard the man continue: "You are so professional that all my scripts will have to be approved by you in the future."

When Jiang Yuchen spoke, his eyebrows stretched out and his expression was very serious. Jian Chen's eyes were suddenly filled with laughter.

"Okay," he responded holding the teacup, "then I'm welcome."

He should have been rude earlier.

There is no need to be polite to him on other matters.

The assistant was too soft-tempered. Maybe if he had been tougher and insisted on letting someone lie down on the bed, the other person would have just scolded him in a low voice, and then reluctantly stood up and complied.

This needs to be changed.

But not now...

Forget it, let's teach it next time.

Jiang Yuchen walked around silently in his mind, but the words he spoke brought the topic back to tonight's process.

After all, his main purpose of bringing someone over tonight was to play against each other, not to bully them at random.

After repeating this sentence to himself several times, Jiang Yuchen took a deep breath and finally threw out all the messy things in his mind.

The remaining two ends of the script were not particularly complicated. Although Jian Chen sat on the sofa at first, he finally followed the other party's guidance and lay down on the bed.

Even his cheeks were rubbed several times, his wrists were pinched and raised above his head, and even the warmth on his earlobes was unclear for a moment whether it was because of congestion or because of the other person's close whisper.

Moreover, in order to fit the character, Jiang Yuchen still spoke French. His lowered voice and the warmth in his breathing made Jian Chen not know what to do with his hands and feet, so he had to shift his gaze and try to divert his attention.

So when Jiang Yuchen finished his last line, Jian Chen sat up with his hands on his hands, forgetting to take the notebook on the table, and ran straight back to his room as soon as he got out of bed.

In the end, Jiang Yuchen chuckled, then casually put on his messy bathrobe, picked up his things, got up, knocked on the other party's door, and then stuffed the notebook in through the narrow crack in the door...

Jiang Yuchen said before that he would follow the script's settings, but during the actual operation, he still added a lot of free play.

This was successful in shaping the character, but as the other party's partner, Jian Chen resolutely refused to help the other party put on his shirt clip and tie after waking up the next day.

"Don't want."

Jian Chen got up a little late. When he opened the door and walked to the living room, Jiang Yuchen was sitting there, reading the script and drinking coffee.