The next morning.
Shanghai Disneyland.
Today's filming location was set here.
The scene to be shot involved Xu Mo and Lin An'an shooting at targets.
Originally, Liu Yong could have chosen smaller amusement parks for the shoot.
But with Xu Mo's participation,
there was no need to spend money on generating buzz.
The saved funds could be allocated to other purposes.
And to achieve a realistic and visually impactful effect,
Liu Yong didn't hesitate to take out the money that could have been pocketed—
The budget was burning, but it was all worth it for a grand production!
"Mr. Xu, your scene later involves a shooting competition with An'an, where you both hit targets. Of course, the shooting is just for show; we'll handle the post-production effects..."
Song Yixue explained the upcoming scene to Xu Mo.
Recalling Xu Mo's explosively impressive physique from yesterday,
Song Yixue couldn't help but swallow hard while going through the script.
Her gaze kept drifting to Xu Mo's abs.
Even though Xu Mo was fully clothed today,
it didn't stop Song Yixue from looking.
Xu Mo definitely noticed these subtle details,
but he couldn't say anything.
It would be too awkward.
Maybe she was just checking if his clothes were properly arranged?
That would be utterly ridiculous.
"I see."
With yesterday's on-camera experience,
Xu Mo was now even more at ease.
Delivering lines and expressing emotions for his character
was a piece of cake for this seasoned actor.
The set was fully prepared,
and all the crew members were in position.
Liu Yong bowed slightly and exchanged a few pleasantries with Xu Mo beforehand.
Then he picked up the walkie-talkie.
"Attention all units, attention all units."
"Please enter your designated work areas and get ready."
"Scene 31 of 'The Spy Couple,' action!"
With a "click,"
the camera focused on Xu Mo and Lin An'an.
Extras bustled around in the background.
The main shot centered on the film's lead actors.
Lin An'an shouldered her 98k rifle, aiming at the target. "It's my first time doing this, so I'm a bit clumsy..."
She said this,
but seeing Xu Mo again
made her cheeks flush with warmth.
"Ha... it's my first time too, darling~ Just relax," Xu Mo delivered his lines with perfect emotion, encouraging her.
Inside, however, he was cringing hard.
[Ugh... these lines are so cheesy! Even the flirty things I've said to that silly woman weren't this cringy.]
[This director is a real talent.]
[Even Socrates would be at a loss here.]
[They've used up all the smooth lines—is there any room left for the rest of us?]
[Ugh, why did I agree to this? I could've been sleeping instead of filming this!]
"Ding, congratulations to the host for earning +6666 cash."
Liu Yong watched Xu Mo and Lin An'an perform their scene.
Xu Mo's performance was on par with Lin An'an's,
and at times,
Lin An'an even forgot what to do next.
Xu Mo subtly reminded her with natural body language.
"What's going on with An'an? Why is she so off today?" Liu Yong frowned, visibly annoyed.
Lin An'an's salary for this film
accounted for nearly a third of the budget.
The rest was split among the director and crew.
Lin An'an had fans, popularity, and acting skills,
which made many directors feel it was worth it.
But today was clearly not her day.
Song Yixue nodded. "An'an does seem a bit off today, but credit where it's due—Mr. Xu's ability to control the scene is impressive! Are you sure he's not a professional actor?"
The assistant director stared intently at Xu Mo,
as if trying to uncover all his secrets.
Meanwhile, not far away,
"Sorry, kid, this area is being used for filming. You can't go in. Go play somewhere else."
A security guard stopped a young boy.
The boy looked like any other child,
with a Japanese-style backpack on his back
and a lollipop in his mouth.
"So this is the place..."
The boy muttered to himself.
"What place? Where are your parents, kid?"
The security guard asked.
Gao Liming grinned. "They went to the restroom. Uncle, what's being filmed here?"
The security guard, barely in his twenties,
felt like slapping someone after being called "uncle."
With a dark expression, he replied,
"Mind your own business."
"Tch, stingy."
Gao Liming turned and left.
He estimated the distance
from here to where Xu Mo was filming to be about a kilometer—
just within the maximum range of his nano-mosquitoes.
Gao Liming found a secluded corner with no people or cameras,
set down his backpack,
and pressed a button.
The backpack seemed to come alive,
exuding a high-tech vibe.
Two nano-mosquitoes flew out of a small box.
Gao Liming put on his glasses,
and the view switched to the nano-mosquitoes' perspective.
"Heh heh heh... messing with people is my specialty!"
One of the nano-mosquitoes flew over to a couple,
heading straight for the man.
Under Gao Liming's control,
the nano-mosquito silently landed on their clasped hands.
"Lovebirds, beware!"
The nano-mosquito bit the man's hand.
The young man suddenly paused, his hand trembling slightly.
Then, to his girlfriend's confusion,
he yanked his hand away.
"What the hell?!"
His girlfriend was startled.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Oh no!
Did he find out about the affair with his best friend?
She panicked.
"Darling... what's wrong?"
She asked, her voice trembling.
The young man looked at his hand, but there was nothing there.
"I think something bit me just now."
"In winter? There can't be mosquitoes, right?"
His girlfriend rolled her eyes and snapped,
"Stop joking around!
There are no mosquitoes in winter!"
The young man chuckled and scratched his head. "You're right."
But as soon as he finished speaking,
his body suddenly convulsed uncontrollably.
He looked around and spotted a nearby lamppost,
then eagerly ran over to it.
What followed was a scene straight out of a dog's playbook.
The onlookers gasped in shock,
especially the women.
"Ah!!!! Pervert!!!"
The young man clung to the lamppost,
his behavior becoming increasingly inappropriate.
It was unclear whether it was his fault
or the lamppost's,
but the two seemed to have agreed to forget everything by dawn.
His girlfriend, her face red with embarrassment, rushed over.
"Are you insane? Why are you doing this here?"
The young man was clearly conscious but couldn't control his body. His expression was more pitiful than ever.
"Wah... I don't know, I can't stop!"
Suddenly, something flowed out,
accompanied by a foul odor.
Upon closer inspection,
it turned out to be the breakfast he had eaten earlier.
But now, it had transformed into something far less pleasant.
Yes, he had diarrhea.
Losing control unconsciously was one thing,
but being fully aware while it happened
was a whole new level of public humiliation.