?Reading on mobile phone Qin Feng noticed Zhou Mu Si growing increasingly tense, so he stood up and walked over to comfort her: "Don't think so much—just stay calm!" "Yes, I understand," the young woman said, encouraged by his words. She took several deep breaths, and her rapidly beating heart finally calmed down. Her facial expression no longer looked so strained. After he returned, Lin Caivé said, "Si Si's pressure mostly comes from Director Lu. I find it strange—after all, they haven't even gone through the trial shoot, how come they've already started the actual filming? Isn't he trying to tap into Si Si's inner potential in this way?" "Maybe that's it," Qin Feng replied. "I always feel Director Lu isn't exactly a good guy." "The entertainment industry is a muddy swamp full of various unspoken rules," Lin Caivé observed, glancing at Zhou Mu Si who was making her final preparations. "Do you really feel confident that Si Si can thrive in this industry?" "Qin Feng spoke with tremendous confidence: 'Whoever dares to challenge her—I'll guarantee they'll meet a very惨 end!' Before their conversation had even concluded, Director Lü began shouting: 'Click! What's going on with you? Are you even capable of acting? You can't manage such simple expressions, let alone body language—your movements are stiff as a board. The final product will surely make people laugh out loud!' Lü director angrily tossed the folder aside and stormed off to the side. Zhou Muzi struggled to hold back her tears—she had never been particularly confident in acting, and with each increasingly stern reprimand from the director, she grew more and more overwhelmed. Her hard-won confidence crumbled completely, leaving only the reprimands echoing in her mind. She felt utterly incapable of delivering a good performance. Lü, who had already brewed a cup of tea, took a large gulp and then said to the person beside him, “After years of filming commercials, I’ve never encountered such a clumsy actor. Someone who knows absolutely nothing—why come out and embarrass themselves?” Qin Feng and Lin Caivie walked over, and the young woman’s tears immediately began to flow like beads from a string, spilling out continuously: “Uncle Feng, is it really true that I’m so clumsy? That I’m not made for acting? I can’t even do a commercial well. Wuuuuh!” Lin Meiyuan stepped forward and hugged her, encouraging, "You're making your debut, and you're also a first-year student—so it's completely normal if you don't perform perfectly. Don't worry too much!" "Exactly," Qin Feng added, "Compared to your first audition, your performances have improved significantly. I and Weiwei have both noticed your progress. It's not that you're not good—you're just under pressure from the director. Just don't pay too much attention to him. Do your best and stay focused." "Weiwei, do you really think I've improved?" the young actress asked, her eyes glistening with tears. Lin Caivie smiled, "Of course we do. If that old man hadn't been constantly criticizing you, you'd have done even better. His constant criticism has made the atmosphere too tense, making you feel overwhelmed. Just listen to Feng, don't overthink—just focus on yourself. After all, can a director really be that much bigger than a boss?" "Yeah, my brother-in-law is the real boss. What's there to be afraid of from an old man?" the young actress quickly regained her confidence. Qin Feng smiled, "That's exactly right. If that old man dares to scold you again, either I'll ignore him or I'll straight-up argue with him. If he dares to raise his voice at my woman, I'll have him on the spot!" The young girl wiped away a tear and broke into a light laugh, and the two continued to find light topics to talk about, easing her psychological pressure. Half an hour later, they restarted the session. Qin Feng and Lin Caivui stood closest to Xiao Niu, giving her an encouraging gesture. With a firm grip on her pink fists, Xiao Niu stood confidently in place. As the "Action!" command was called, she first offered the camera a sweet smile, then began narrating according to the script, her body language fresh and lively—clearly a marked improvement from earlier. To Qin Feng, an outsider, Xiao Niu's performance was nearly flawless. He exchanged a glance with Lin Caivui, and both nodded in approval. "Click." "Director Lü shouted with his distinctive voice, startling Zhou Xiaoniu mid-performance and drawing puzzled glances from several staff members beside him. Clearing his throat, Director Lü said, 'There's too much performance—it feels unnatural. Viewers can tolerate seeing it once, but by the second viewing, they'll start to find it annoying, and by the third, they'll want to walk out. It simply won't work. You need to be more natural—do you understand?' Regardless, this time she hadn't been scolded, and she felt quite satisfied, just as her brother-in-law's husband had said! Her progress was clearly evident. At this pace, she should soon master the techniques and complete the first shooting segment. However, after two more consecutive sessions, Director Lü remained unsatisfied, interrupting her performance each time. Qi Feng felt deeply aggrieved but couldn't find any grounds to counterargue. Each point Lu Uncle raised, though seemingly minor, was always well-reasoned and fair. It was clear that he was genuinely committed to his work—how could one possibly criticize such dedication? Moreover, Zhou Xiaoniu always remained humble, gracefully accepting these small imperfections, which only enhanced the quality of her performances. "Click—still not quite there," Lu Director said, checking his watch. "I've mentioned this several times now—your expression transition was a bit slow this time." He added, "It's not early yet. Everyone should take a break and head to dinner. You, take this time to reflect thoroughly. Make sure you don't repeat the same mistake in the afternoon. After a full morning of work, you haven't even managed to complete a single scene—your efficiency is simply too low!" "I understand, Director. I'll definitely not let you down in the afternoon," Xiaoniu said with genuine humility. Fang Fang had already arranged for a dedicated staff member to deliver work meals, which, though served in boxed meals, were quite good in quality. Just as the young girl had decided to share the hardships with the production crew, Qin, the younger brother, walked over and said, "We've been filming all morning—aren't you tired? I'll treat you to a dinner now—let's go!" "That's wonderful! I really prefer my brother-in-law's husband," the girl happily replied. The director, Li, who was holding his boxed lunch, glanced over at them, his eyes flashing with a cunning gleam. With a composed, quiet smile, he dug into his lunch with great enthusiasm.