Chapter 15: The woman who supports a young director gets so angry that she even…

At that moment.

The woman's expression was like the intricate commemorative stamps at a tourist attraction, a different stamp appearing on the stamp book with each stamp.

"Are you a director?" Chi Leyou mumbled.

How could a rich woman support a young director?

She was so wrong!

"Bang." The woman clenched her fist and gave herself a slap.

Shen Che's expression was indescribable.

This woman even hit herself when she got so angry.

The director didn't understand Chinese, but he knew that the woman and Shen Che spoke the same language. They clearly knew each other, but his sight lacked the frosting-covered silk.

They weren't a young couple; he had misjudged them.

Chen Che: "Why are you here?"

Her timing was perfect.

Isn't that what sasaeng fans do?

Sang Shi, who was working overtime editing videos in China, was being criticized online, sweeping across Maple Leaf Country.

[Zombie: Lu Ziyu wasn't messed with by paparazzi; he was photographed by sasaeng fans using drones! Sasaeng fans who can't get their idols will destroy them. Sasaeng fans are so scary!

[Chen Che: The 'he' with the character '人'?]

[Zombie: That sasaeng fan is from Panda Province, a man, a man, a man!]

What about the female sasaeng fan? Chen Che momentarily pulled away from the plight of the unfortunate Lu Ziyu and carefully studied the suspect before him.

The "suspect" stared at him, thinking, "You haven't answered my question yet." Glancing around the chaotic set, she thought to herself, "The director has so much to do, it's inevitable he's getting antsy.

" "I've accepted the extra part," Chi Leyou pointed to the orange sticker on her left arm, the extra identification given to the staff. "Director, what role do I play?" Chen

Che tapped the storyboard in the director's arms with his fingers. He glanced sideways at the real director and asked, "You asked her to play Yalan?"

Yalan was the Asian female character in this scene, with three lines: "Ah," "It's coming," and "Run." She

had no more lines after that, as she was strangled by the monster and, after transforming into a corpse, she gloriously joined the zombie army.

The director's green eyes darted from Chi Leyou to Shen Che's face. It seemed she was indeed Shen Che's girlfriend, just a couple pretending to be strangers on set. He flung a question in Shen Che's face: "Backdoor?"

This sort of thing had never happened in the two months since filming began.

This was a first, and since Shen Che had helped him so much after school, he had to give his girlfriend a favor.

"Sure."

"Don't talk nonsense."

The director's affirmative voice and Shen Che's negative voice merged.

Chi Leyou's pupils swung back and forth like a pendulum, following the two voices.

Finally, they settled on the face of "Director Shen," waiting for his assignment.

Director Shen's question swung back, like a pendulum: "What role are you in?"

Extra Chi blinked inexplicably, emphasizing, "You're the director." "

What role do you play? "

Fine, are you some overwhelmed emperor?

The dim light was enough to illuminate his outline. The emperor, aloof and condescending, smiled slightly, elbowing the unsuspecting second person: "He's the director."

The real director clutched his stomach and groaned.

"Director, Yalan is here."

The real protagonist of this scene appeared.

The extras rushed forward, and the director, despite his injuries, took the stage to direct the performance.

A grand spectacle unfolded before his eyes.

A train car split in two, and several hands emerged from the crack.

"Pull—" the command sounded.

The crew members dragged the car to both sides.

Chi Leyou stepped aside. No one asked her to put on special effects makeup. Her jaw dropped to the ground as the extras poured out of the crack.

The actress, named Yalan, was agile. After an "Ah!" she exclaimed, she continued with the line "It's coming."

"Cut!" the director shouted, stepping forward to speak to Yalan.

Chi Leyou watched intently, almost holding her breath.

"We haven't officially started shooting yet." The man's skeleton was scattered in the folding chair, and he said casually, "You can't act even if I ask you to."

"Oh." She didn't even glance at Chen Che, her eyes fixed on the fight scene Yalan was performing. She was indeed a professional actor, and her fighting scenes were heroic.

Chen Che glanced at her again. What's wrong with this silly goose? Is she upset that he didn't give her a backdoor? Does she

really want to play Yalan?

"Do you know how to do fighting scenes?"

"No."

She took a step towards Chen Che.

Chen Che felt that she was stepping into his shadow, and his shadow was like the circle that Wukong drew for Tang Sanzang, encircling her in a protective gesture.

"Haven't you seen the trailer for "The Last Antibody"? "

No." Chi Leyou shook her head blankly.

Yes, she was a little girl after all, and she was naturally afraid of ghosts.

On the set, the lights were like will-o'-the-wisp, and the broken real-life subway was like a gecko with a broken tail.

The actors and extras were just acting together, and the special effects makeup hadn't been completed yet.

Just because of this, she was so scared.

Chen Che temporarily set aside his fans' suspicions, a sense of camaraderie brewing in a foreign land, and tried to soften his tone. "This is a zombie drama, the first season, and it'll air on pay TV at the end of the year."

Chi Leyou nodded, brushing her slightly longer bangs aside to reveal her forehead. "How do you do the makeup?"

She casually offered her entire face to Chen Che, her hand covering one eye. "A one-eyed dragon?"

Her face was so soft and supple to the touch, a freshly brushed egg would be no different.

"Or an ear?" The girl covered her ear again.

"Aren't you afraid?" He looked away and leaned back.

"Afraid?" Chi Leyou stalked his eyes, her eyes darting back as if she'd heard a horrible joke. "Are you guys in arrears with my wages?"

"No."

"Then I'm not afraid."

So, was he possessed by a nanny? Worried about who? This money-obsessed woman?

"Are you also an extra?" Chi Leyou, already relaxed, crouched beside Shen Che.

"No." Chen Che tried to explain that he was a "free man" captured by the professor, going wherever he was needed.

"Actually, there's nothing to be ashamed of." The girl, who was shorter than him, tapped the armrest of the folding chair. "This isn't China. Not many people know you. We can put aside the shame of working for someone else."

Working for a wealthy woman was indeed glamorous.

Custom-made clothes, limited-edition watches.

He lost the vintage cufflinks the wealthy woman had given him, but he called the workers to clean the pool, and after much trouble, they found the tiny cufflinks.

And now.

He shed his glamorous appearance, wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants, and a black down jacket with a very small logo on the outside. Local college students all dress like this.

It can be seen that he is short of money, just like those college students.

And the clothes and watches given by the rich sister cannot be exchanged for cash, and exchanging them for cash would be disloyal to the sister who sponsors the money.

He worked hard to work during the day, and there must be an old mother paralyzed in bed in China. If he

is more unlucky, he will have a father in jail.

Maybe there is also a senior sister in the third year of high school who is waiting for him to send tuition and living expenses.

He is in such a state, and she still urged him to go to the extremely expensive Heytea and buy another cup to exchange for a badge?

Damn her!

Chen Che raised his eyebrows slightly. Is she sharing her "Secrets of Working"?

"I don't work." He wanted to explain.

"No, no, no, you don't need to explain." Chi Leyou took out a custard bun and a sausage from her bag with an expression that seemed to know everything, and handed them to Chen Che, "I'll treat you."

Seeing that he didn't take it.

"Little pig buns from T&T." She scrutinized Chen Che's expression, worried he'd been spoiled by his wealthy sister's Michelin-starred chef. She added, "It's not starch sausage, it's sausage I made myself."

"Extras, go over there and put on makeup!" someone called out in English.

Chi Leyou shoved the custard buns and sausages onto Chen Che's knees: "Hey, it's my turn!"

— "Come over here and put on makeup after you finish eating."

She really treated him like an extra.

It fit her character.

Otherwise, why would she ask him to play the turkey?

Was he really not a stalker?

Confused, Chen Che opened the bag and took a bite of the sausage.

It was cool.

He took another bite; it wasn't bad. He even felt a little sorry that the crew didn't have a microwave.

"Che, what are you eating? Give one to a buddy." A classmate suddenly appeared from behind, pretending to bite into the sausage, but Chen Che snatched it back.

The black classmate's white eyes trembled. "So protective of your food?"

Chen Che, secretly called a dog, retorted, "Get out of the way! Stop cosplaying the Man in Black from Conan. It's terrifying."

"You! Racist!" The black classmate's eyes turned into radar, scanning for the professor's presence. A retaliatory cry broke through his throat, "Professor, Chen Che wants makeup too!"

The professor was overjoyed. "Great! Bring him over!"

"..." 

A row of zombies lined up in the makeshift dressing room. 

Several makeup artists, transformed into octopuses, smeared yellow and white paste on the black bodies and blood plasma on the white faces. 

Chi Leyou sat upright among a group of tall foreigners, her face sunken like a basin. 

She looked up at herself in the mirror. 

Her face was covered in scars, her jaw joints dangling like growths from her neck. She was shocked. 

For the first time, seeing her zombie form directly, fear swept through her chest, erupting like magma. 

Thinking of her pay, she suppressed her fear. 

The zombies, like strange creatures, took their place in the subway car. 

The black guy next to him had an iron rod stabbed into his chest, and he held onto it, howling and groaning. 

The bloody figure in front of him was the white guy he'd chatted with briefly earlier. He'd claimed to be afraid of blood, but now, instead of fainting, he scraped the dried blood with his fingernail and sniffed it. 

Chi Leyou, thinking of it as a life experience, protected her prosthetic chin. 

The lights flickered. 

Silence fell, leaving only a shimmering, bizarre shadows. 

But the director's command, "Action," activated the eerie presence lurking in the shadows. 

A rustling, clicking sound. 

Messy footsteps and staccato breathing, carried into the carriage by a nonexistent wind. 

A shrill cry pierced the tunnel. 

"It's coming!" 

Chi Leyou's hair stood on end. 

She regretted it. Why had she argued when Chen Che asked her if she was afraid? She was clearly afraid! 

She followed the other zombies, chasing Ya Lan. 

Someone's shoe fell off—not intentionally, but simply acting out their true nature. 

Small in stature, she emerged from the train car and leaped onto the tracks. 

The camera retreated at the speed of light on the slide. She stared at the red dot, reminding herself not to be afraid and to empty her mind and body. 

Unbeknownst to her, a "colleague" had appeared beside her, limping after her. 

The woman playing Ya Lan screamed again at a high pitch, and Chi Leyou noticed the lame colleague's gait slowing. 

The long, endless subway tunnel. 

The light was sucked away by fear, and the red dot of the camera gradually faded. 

It was an indescribable feeling, like stepping into a bizarre, otherworldly dimension. 

A large black shadow suddenly emerged from the vertical evacuation platform. 

This scene was not part of the previous rehearsal; it wasn't in the script. 

Chi Leyou's heart skipped a beat, and then, mindful of the extras' hefty daily wages, she gritted her teeth and charged forward. 

Wasn't this just extraneous? 

Wasn't this just improvisation? Didn't the director just want to capture the reactions of the zombies who hadn't been fully infected yet, those who retained a last shred of consciousness? 

Chi Leyou quickened her pace, charging forward like a bullet. 

Ah—that was Yalan's cry. 

It wasn't a scream in the script, but the actor's real reaction. 

"Help!!!" More new lines popped up, "Ahhh, go away! Help!! Ahhhhhh!!!!" 

As the last words came out, Chi Leyou suddenly felt her right shoulder sink. 

Something was pressing on her shoulder. 

Her heart was in her throat. 

Slowly turning her head—