Chapter 231: Shooting an Ad with Satsuki

Soon, the agent brought the Heavenly Dao and Satsuki to the shooting location.

Why was Satsuki here?

Because she was a bit bored after the vacation started; her childhood friend had started working hard after losing that game, and now he didn't need her to worry about him.

So, the bored Satsuki ran over to find the Heavenly Dao to play.

Hearing that the Heavenly Dao was going to shoot, the curious Satsuki followed along.

"Is shooting hard?"

"It's hard if you say it's hard, and not hard if you say it's not; it mainly depends on talent."

The Heavenly Dao put on his signature sunglasses in a cocky manner.

He was just a model, not an actor; most of the time it was shooting photos, just posing, and his camera sense wasn't bad, so he could complete the work very easily.

"Oh." Satsuki understood half-heartedly, thinking that coming to find Ten-chan to play was indeed the right choice; there would always be fresh things.

Soon, they got off the car at a plaza.

The director in charge of the ad shoot immediately ran up.

"Heavenly Dao-kun, please give me an autograph!"

What he handed over was the Heavenly Dao's jersey from his Teiko period.

"I remember our school doesn't sell merchandise, right?"

"Hehe, I had this custom-made myself."

Teiko certainly didn't sell merchandise, and neither did Kirisaki Daiichi.

But what the director was thinking in his heart was that later, when the Heavenly Dao became a big star, he could take out this signed jersey and sell it; it would definitely make a huge profit.

So what if there was no merchandise for sale?

He could completely claim it was the Heavenly Dao's game-worn jersey; who would know?

As long as the autograph was real, that was all that mattered.

A jersey of Jordan's from 1998 sold for a sky-high price of 10 million USD.

He didn't dare to fantasize that the Heavenly Dao's jersey could sell for 10 million USD, but he could make a windfall, depending on the Heavenly Dao's future achievements.

The better he developed, the more valuable this jersey would be.

If he could break into some NBA league, then this signed jersey that the Heavenly Dao wore in middle school would be worth a lot.

Even if he couldn't break into the NBA, at worst he could be a national player; either way, he was a star.

Current fans were quite optimistic about the Heavenly Dao's future.

The Heavenly Dao saw through his thoughts and didn't refuse, picking up a pen and writing the characters "Tiandao Jing" in a dragon-flying, phoenix-dancing style.

Although there were no extra words of blessing, the director was satisfied and carefully put the jersey away.

Then he explained the shooting requirements to the Heavenly Dao.

"It's nothing big; you and the heroine play a couple, sitting at home watching TV, fighting over the TV channel, and finally just split the screen in half—it's that simple."

"There's a heroine too?"

"Yes, to satisfy your outstanding appearance, we specially found a female model for you; don't worry, it's very simple."

Fine.

After chatting a bit more, the director asked the Heavenly Dao to find his "feel," while also having someone call to urge the actress.

Unfortunately, the actress got injured on the way, and was still in the hospital; she couldn't shoot today.

"Then what do we do? Reschedule?"

"Can't reschedule; this ad has a tight schedule and needs to be aired next week, so it has to be finished today."

The director frowned; although it was only a few dozen seconds of advertising, he wanted to finish it as soon as possible.

After all, he had to go back and do post-production, and show the finished product to the advertiser; if the boss wasn't satisfied, they would have to modify it—how could they wait?

He prepared to find someone to replace her temporarily, but turned his head and saw Momoi Satsuki, who was looking around and being very intimate with the Heavenly Dao.

So he walked over and said, "Little girl, want to shoot a film?"

"Ah?" Satsuki was shocked; what kind of wolf-and-tiger words were these?

"An ad film! Our planned heroine can't come today; do you want to try? It's very simple!"

"Very simple," the director began to coax Satsuki, thinking maybe he could earn an extra share.

As for the money, the advertiser had already paid it; since the female model couldn't come, the money naturally didn't need to be spent.

Satsuki was a newcomer, a rookie, and her conditions... well, very outstanding, but paying her an hourly wage of 3,000 yen was enough; the planned female model's hourly wage was 10,000 yen—a 3-fold price difference!

"Try it, didn't you say you wanted to try it before?"

"Alright, then I'll try."

Satsuki heard the Heavenly Dao speak up and nodded in agreement.

Then she was grabbed to sign a contract and go put on makeup.

"Director, which set of clothes should we use?"

"Clothes? No need to change; this set is very good. What I want is reality."

The "Very Simple" director looked at Satsuki, full of collagen and a sense of youth, and she was the cute type that otaku men loved most.

Why change? Just shoot like this; it's very real.

Then the shooting began.

A living room.

The Heavenly Dao and Satsuki were sitting side-by-side on the sofa, looking at the TV on the wall, which was playing a romance movie.

The Heavenly Dao reached out directly and grabbed the remote control.

"Cut! Heavenly Dao-kun, be a little gentler; don't be so domineering toward girls, be gentle."

The Heavenly Dao indicated he understood.

The second time, he tried hard to make himself "gentle," carefully touching the remote control.

Satsuki looked at this scene with amusement, feeling something strange in her heart.

Then.

"Cut! Momoi-kun, make your eyes sharper."

"Ah? Why does Ten-chan have to be gentle, and I have to be fierce?"

"Because women are unreasonable creatures, especially after establishing a relationship."

Get lost!

Satsuki felt the offense from the "Very Simple" director and whispered, "I wouldn't be that fierce!"

But since the director said so, she could only do it.

So the second time she became fierce, her cheeks puffed up like a hamster with its mouth full of food.

The director took one look and felt this was also not bad—"milk-fierce" (cute-fierce), not only unreasonable but also cute.

Then the Heavenly Dao pressed the remote control to change to the basketball game channel, and then put the remote back.

Satsuki immediately refused to accept it, picked up the remote, and changed it back.

The Heavenly Dao changed it again.

Satsuki followed and changed it.

The two people's movements became faster and faster, and the screen images kept switching.

Finally, Satsuki's eyes lit up, finding a split-screen function, and pressed it.

The two looked at each other and smiled...

Damn it, to highlight this brain-dead split-screen function, they went through so much trouble—idiots.

"Cut!"

The director called stop again, "You are a couple, there must be love in your eyes, do it again!"

"Cut! Heavenly Dao-kun, imagine her as your girlfriend, not your opponent; I see your eyes are about to knock Momoi-kun flying, do it again."

"Cut, cut, cut, cut..."

After a dozen consecutive takes, the Heavenly Dao had sweat on his forehead.

Why was this shitty ad so hard?

The Heavenly Dao still didn't know how to show that "love" feeling, so he simply pulled Satsuki into his arms in the last take, while maintaining a professional smile looking at the TV.

Satsuki was startled by this sudden move, her heart racing like a deer; her body stiffened for a moment before completely relaxing, leaning against his shoulder to watch TV.

She had done the "dribbling into someone" thing so many times that her body no longer had any resistance to Ten-chan.

The originally cheesy romance film suddenly became romantic.

Even her eyes were smiling, and the room turned pink like her hair color.

The "Very Simple" director slapped his thigh, "Good, not bad, this take is a pass!"