Chapter 67: Classmates Come to Visit the Set (Please Support Tomorrow

Film crews always face all kinds of unexpected incidents.

Some are severe.

Deaths have even occurred.

This is why the custom of burning incense and worshipping gods before filming spread so quickly—after all, it’s just about making money, and no one wants accidents.

After the panicked horse was brought under control, Lai Shuiqing quickly clasped his hands together in prayer.

He was drenched in cold sweat from the scare.

Fortunately, it was a close call with no serious injuries: Ye Jing, who had been thrown from the horse, only scraped her skin thanks to Bao Qiang’s swift rescue; Gao Yuanyuan suffered no physical harm, though she was undoubtedly shaken.

“You’re awesome~”

Yuan Bin circled Li Luo twice, unable to resist patting his shoulder: “When did your riding skills get this good?”

“Didn’t I learn from your teaching?”

Li Luo grinned, raising an eyebrow: “This little thing? Easy as pie~”

He clenched his fingers, holding back the urge to give Li Luo a noogie—even back in his youth, he couldn’t have controlled a panicked horse, let alone now.

“I told Wu Zong about what just happened!”

He waved his hand and strode forward: “Tonight, pick any place you want to spend—crew’s on the bill—and I’m giving you an extra twenty thousand yuan. Your little buddy gets five thousand.”

There were still urgent follow-up matters to handle; once the crew starts moving, money flows like water.

As long as no one’s injured, filming must continue.

In the distance, Bao Qiang, who had been thanked repeatedly by Ye Jing, grinned broadly.

Li Luo couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

He hadn’t expected to make a little unexpected cash—and Bao Qiang, who stood by him, wouldn’t have to keep struggling anymore.

He calmed his nerves.

He rolled up his sleeves and helped the crew set up the scattered wooden stalls.

Inside the large tent.

Several actresses surrounded Gao Yuanyuan.

Listening to their comforting words, she nodded occasionally, but her gaze kept drifting outside the tent, landing on Li Luo, who was busy working.

His image—reining in the horse with commanding poise—kept flashing in her mind.

After the incident, Gao Yuanyuan shed her usual polite reserve and frequently initiated conversation with Li Luo.

But he kept his distance.

Her music producer boyfriend occasionally came to visit, bringing cameras and reporters; he’d learned the man was still married.

His wife was even Dou Laoxian’s sister.

So even without Jia Jingwen’s warning, he had no intention of getting tangled in this mess.

Any hint of closeness with Gao Yuanyuan, if caught on camera by gossip reporters, would instantly spawn a headline he could predict.

“The Third Party and the Third Party.”

Some minor issues arose as well.

After enduring a scene that took over a dozen takes to get right, Gao Yuanyuan was so discouraged she considered quitting the cast.

The harder she tried to express emotion, the more unnatural it looked.

Lai Shuiqing stepped in promptly.

After a lengthy discussion, Gao Yuanyuan transformed into the Zhou Zhiruo Li Luo had once seen.

Either she’d stare coldly.

Or smile shyly, or frown in worry.

No matter the scene, her expressions never varied much—only the lines she spoke changed.

After some adjustment, filming finally settled into a smooth rhythm.

Conflict with Abbess Miejue in the inn.

Saving Fan Yao at the Daidu execution ground.

Zhang Wuji and Zhu Er are taken to attack Bright Peak, where they reunite with Zhou Zhiruo.

Betrayed at the Red Plum Villa.

One by one, these scenes were filmed within Feiteng Film City.

Before long, it was mid-May.

“Ding dong.”

The doorbell rang.

“Coming.”

Li Luo straightened his clothes and hurried to open the door.

“Hi.”

“Long time no see.”

“Wow, you’ve gotten so tan!”

As he opened the door, a chorus of greetings erupted at once.

Seeing the familiar smiling faces, Li Luo ushered them in: “Teacher Huo, everyone, welcome! Come in, rest for a bit.”

Led by Huo Xuan.

Jia Naiming, Dai Hang, Wang Luodan, and other classmates filed into the room.

Greetings never stopped.

Huang Shengyi waved his hand cheerfully, looking delighted, while Bian Xiaoxiao’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

She’d said she’d come visit when she had time.

But since joining the crew at the end of March, she’d never shown up.

She couldn’t just drop by unannounced; they’d only exchanged texts, and she’d been longing for this moment!

Their gazes locked instantly.

Li Luo squinted at her outfit: Bian Xiaoxiao wore light makeup, her lips glistening like jelly, her chest swelling the yellow floral mini-dress tightly.

Beneath the skirt, her long, fair, straight legs.

Highlighting her tall, slender figure.

“Bang~”

He shut the door and casually reached out to the side: “Teacher Huo, I thought you’d arrive later.”

Bian Xiaoxiao nearly screamed.

Watching the other classmates walk ahead, her scalp prickled.

Bastard.

Just talk, okay?

What are you reaching for?

Stop it—Shengyi’s right there! Don’t get caught!

That’s enough.

Don’t go in!!!

“Ah~”

With a soft cry, Li Luo snatched his hand back and steadied the stumbling Bian Xiaoxiao, his face full of concern: “Xiaoxiao, what’s wrong? Did you get car sick?”

Seeing this, Huang Shengyi quickly supported her friend.

“A little.”

After regaining her balance, Bian Xiaoxiao hurriedly pressed her hand to her forehead: “There was a bumpy stretch on the road.”

“Sit down quickly.”

Huang Shengyi led her to the sofa.

Li Luo pulled a tissue from the cabinet and wiped a faint moisture from his fingers without a word.

She’d come over wearing a thong.

No wonder they’re close friends!

“We figured we’d come early,” Huo Xuan said, smiling from his single sofa as he looked at Li Luo: “We’re here to trouble you, so we wanted to respect your schedule.”

He’d called two days ago.

Huo Xuan said he’d bring a few outstanding classmates to experience the film crew’s daily life and work environment firsthand.

The homeroom teacher had spoken.

Li Luo naturally agreed without hesitation.

“Not at all a bother.”

He pushed the pre-cut watermelon forward and urged them: “I’m thrilled you came to see me—don’t be shy!”

“Naiming, stop pretending.”

After the greetings, the classmates finally relaxed.

After all, it had only been over a month—they still remembered each other’s laughter and banter.

“Li Luo.”

Dai Hang devoured watermelon in big bites, glanced around the room’s decor, then said with envy: “Didn’t expect your place to be this comfortable—turns out working on a big production really is different!”

This classmate was straightforward by nature.

But since he had no reputation, he probably didn’t make any waves afterward.

“Are you stupid?”

Jia Naiming shook his head, laughing and sighing: “Let us try—it’d be great just to get a small single room!”

“It’s all for work.”

Li Luo smiled and pulled out a bag, handing out each work badge: “Actually, these days we’re often busy over ten hours a day and spend little time in the hotel. Put these on when you’re ready.”

“He’s right.”

Huo Xuan took the production crew badge and scolded: “Today I brought you here to observe the crew filming firsthand—to see how real actors work.”

“This will help you grow a lot.”

“Don’t get the focus wrong.”

Including Li Luo, all the classmates nodded quickly.

Satisfied, Huo Xuan leaned back against the leather sofa and bit into a crisp, sweet watermelon with a crunch.