Immediately, a staff member went over to test the water temperature, and found that something was wrong as soon as he touched it.

"Director Xu, the heat pump in the pool doesn't seem to be on!"

Seeing that the prop teacher was going to be scolded, Zhou Ziche quickly said, "It's okay Director Xu, I can get used to it with a little exercise, and it won't delay the progress of the shooting."

Wait for the heat pump to turn on, and it will take at least 10 minutes for it to work.

Director Xu hesitated for a moment: "Alright then, be careful, don't cramp."

After two more shots, Director Xu looked at the monitor with satisfaction.

"Okay, pass this one!"

Zhou Ziche came up from the swimming pool, and habitually wanted to go to the monitor first to see what he had just taken. He had just taken two steps when his wrist was suddenly pulled lightly, and a bath towel was wrapped around his body.

There was a moderate force from the top of the hair, and it was the towel that was wiping it.

"This is the air outlet. If you don't dry off the water on your body, you will catch a cold. Don't run around."

Zhou Ziche's pupils were blank for a moment, and he sneaked a guilty glance around. The surrounding staff were busy with their own affairs, and no one seemed to notice this.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and obediently stopped in his tracks. Ren Jianggu helped him dry his hair halfway, then reached out to gather a bath towel, and walked to the monitor.

"Xiao Zhou, the line you played yourself is very good, and the eyes are also in place. It can definitely be used. It's just that many underwater scenes will be filmed at the beach, and it may be more difficult then."

Zhou Ziche finished watching the whole film seriously, when he suddenly heard some rustling laughter around him.

He looked up blankly, and several familiar scene managers and screenwriters were looking at him and smiling.

He subconsciously glanced at his attire.

Wrapped tightly in a bath towel, at most they just came up from the pool, bare feet and forgot to put on shoes... why are you laughing?

"Brother Zhou, your hair..."

He raised his hand to touch it, then leaned over to the pool to look at the reflection on the water.

His crow-black black hair curled up in one bunch, and fell down a little in the west, messy like a poorly crafted bird's nest, especially because he grew his hair a little bit longer to fit the role, which looks very similar to Mr. A beggar who wandered the streets for a century.

That's how Jiang Gu brushed his hair just now!

This man must have done it on purpose.

Zhou Ziche looked at the reflection on the water, and couldn't help laughing too. He stretched out his hands and grabbed his hair to try to maintain his image, while glaring at Jiang Gu from the corner of his eye.

"Okay, everyone, get ready for the next scene. Xiao Zhou and Xiao Lu will go to the dressing room to get ready first, then change the venue—"

"Brother Zhou, I'm going to answer the phone first." Lu Wanghe raised the phone in his hand, "You and Jiang... this gentleman should go first?"

"……it is good."

Zhou Ziche led Jiang Gu to the dressing room.

As soon as he left the shooting location, the people walking behind him and maintaining a polite social distance stepped over to him in two steps.

"Ah Che's hair is longer, and it looks good."

Zhou Ziche raised his eyebrows: "I used to shoot a movie about the Republic of China, and I grew my hair quite long in that movie... You said that at the time, do you remember?"

The color in Jiang Gu's eyes froze for a moment.

"...Well, I still remember."

"That's why you just messed my hair up?"

Jiang Gu chuckled: "No, I didn't pay attention when I was wiping your hair. I was just wondering if the scene you shot in the swimming pool was too big."

"Big scale?" Zhou Ziche frowned suspiciously.

In the scene just now, the clothes and pants were well dressed, not to mention that although this film has two male protagonists, it is not a danmei film, so no one has any ambiguous body movements.

No matter from which point of view, it has nothing to do with "large scale".

"I haven't kissed or hugged, how big is the scale?"

Jiang Gu's eyes were dark, and he stared at his slightly open skirt. The clothes were wet, and the fabric was thin, so wearing them would be as good as not wearing them.

Slowly: "The clothes are too see-through...you've lost a lot of weight."

"Really? It's good to lose weight... I'm afraid I won't be able to look good."

Zhou Ziche didn't dare to say that he hadn't had any appetite for a long time. The chicken breast and vegetable salad that he used to eat in one meal can now be divided into two meals.

"You're too skinny. I'll ask the secretary to order lunch for you at noon. What do you want to eat? Or if I buy it for the whole crew, I'll just say that Mr. Fu invited everyone to eat?"

"You're staying until noon?"

"What's the matter, Ah Che is unwilling?"

Zhou Ziche pinched the flesh of his fingertips: "No, I just think you rarely have time... I want to eat seafood."

"Okay, then buy seafood."

When it was time for lunch, the entire crew of "Sea Island" was filled with the spicy and delicious smell of fish and shrimp.

"Mr. Xiaolu, Mr. Fu is too kind to you!"

"Yeah, let's eat delicious food."

"This fragrance is so fragrant that the crew next door is going to cry!"

Zhou Ziche buried his head and pretended not to know, while Jiang Gu was eating beside him with a blank expression on his face, and the two tacitly pushed the meal to Lu Wanghe.

"That lobster is delicious, eat more."

Zhou Ziche nodded. He had just finished chewing a piece of crab meat and went to eat a lobster. The next second, a plate of peeled shrimp meat had been pushed to his side by Jiang Gu without a trace.

"I've had enough, I've had enough, if I eat any more, I'll gain two catties."

"Twenty catties is about the same... two catties is a bit less."

Funny and helpless, Zhou Ziche slowly stuffed the vinegar-soaked shrimp into his mouth.

There are a lot of people in the crew, and there is no condition to arrange air-conditioned rooms.For the sake of convenience, they didn't go to the RV, and they all found a place to sit and eat under the shade of a tree.

The midday sun was very hot, Zhou Ziche wiped the sweat from his temples, but found that his appetite was much better than usual, he ate most of the bowl of rice, and there was a small pile of shrimp shells and crab shells on the side, It seems that there is not much feeling of fullness yet.

"Hey, why is the meal at noon today so good?"

A few latecomers found empty seats and sat down and asked curiously.

Zhou Ziche pointed to Lu Wanghe: "Mr. Xiaolu sent someone to deliver it."

After finishing speaking, he quietly tugged on Jiang Gu's sleeve and made a mouth shape.

"I'm sorry for you."

The smile on Jiang Gu's lips deepened a little: "In the future, I will often ask someone to deliver it."

Zhou Ziche was almost done eating, so he wiped his hands with a napkin, took out his phone and looked at it, only to find that an unknown number of WeChat messages had popped up on it.

[Lu Wanghe: Brother Zhou, President Jiang ordered this dish, right? 】

[Lu Wanghe: You can push me all over this, so you have to treat me to dinner next time! 】

[Lu Wanghe: But the seafood in this hotel is quite delicious, can you help me ask Mr. Jiang for a store name? 】

Zhou Ziche tugged Jiang Gu's sleeve again, motioning him to look over.

However, in the next moment, a message popped up on the top of the phone.

[Lin Shiwei: What happened to Qi Gui? 】

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