385: Chapter 445 Phantom Thief Zhimin (11)

The online flame war continued.

To be precise, it had escalated from a "flame war" to a "war," and from a "war" to "World War III."

Forty-eight hours after the establishment of the "Anti-Wonyoung Alliance," the battle had reached a fever pitch. ITZY fans, IZ*ONE fans, (G)I-DLE fans, EXO fans, NCT fans, IU fans, Kim Taeyeon fans... dozens of fan groups stood in the same trench for the first time in history, their daily work consisting of reporting, reporting, and reporting again.

The effect was significant.

The account "guardian of princess wonyoung" had been reported seventeen times and banned three times within forty-eight hours. But every time it was banned, it would be resurrected within ten minutes, as if an invisible hand was manipulating everything behind the scenes.

Even more terrifying was that when the "guardian of princess wonyoung" account was banned, new accounts would appear—"Every Day Loving Wonyoung," "Wonyoung's Sunflower," "Wonyoung's Knight," "Wonyoung's Guardian Deity"... The speaking style of these accounts was identical to "guardian of princess wonyoung," just as precise and vicious when scolding people, the only difference being that the "Wonyoung" element in their names became increasingly cheesy.

The members of the "Anti-Wonyoung Alliance" were going crazy.

"How many alt accounts does this person have?!"

"Is he running an alt account factory?!"

"Our reporting speed can't even keep up with his alt account creation speed!"

"Sisters, give up, this person is not someone we can defeat..."

"No! We cannot give up! The Anti-Wonyoung Alliance will never perish!"

The members of the Anti-Wonyoung Alliance had exceeded three million, spanning five continents, covering almost all fan groups in the Korean entertainment industry. Their slogan had changed from the initial "Down with guardian of princess wonyoung" to "Down with guardian of princess wonyoung and all his alt accounts," and later to "Down with guardian of princess wonyoung and all his alt accounts, plus all the alt accounts he might open in the future."

But the "guardian of princess wonyoung" accounts remained active.

The theme of the flame war was also quietly changing.

Initially, it was a battle for the "Top 5 Beauties" title, with Jang Wonyoung's fans and Karina's fans fighting fiercely. Later, "guardian of princess wonyoung" began attacking all female idol members indiscriminately, spreading the flames of war to the entire Korean entertainment circle. Even later, fans discovered a new battlefield—

Candidates for the most formidable visual goddess.

"guardian of princess wonyoung 5.0: The Top 5 Beauties argument is over, let's talk about visual goddesses. Let's make it clear first, our Wonyoung is definitely number one, this doesn't need discussion. But second, third, fourth, fifth... we can argue about that."

The attached image was a high-definition pictorial of Jang Wonyoung, so beautiful it didn't look real.

The comment section was instantly flooded with a large number of fans.

"Again???"

"How many accounts has this person had banned? The fourth? The fifth?"

"Reporting is useless, he creates new accounts faster than I change clothes."

"Forget it, we can't stop him anyway, let's see who he's going to scold next."

But this time, the style of "guardian of princess wonyoung" changed.

He no longer just scolded people, but began a more "advanced" operation—

Comparing and belittling.

"guardian of princess wonyoung 5.0: Bae Joo-hyun—fourth-generation visual goddess, universally acknowledged. But how long ago was that acknowledged? It's 2021 now, the fourth generation are almost old seniors, and you're still hyping her as a visual goddess? Fans aren't tired, but I'm tired just hearing it. And that face, it's pretty, but don't you think it's too cold? Like frozen meat taken out of the freezer, it looks fresh, but it freezes your hands when you touch it."

"guardian of princess wonyoung 5.0: Karina—the ACE of aespa, a strong contender for the Top 5 Beauties. But a visual goddess? That face is too aggressive, like a knife. It's pretty, but who dares to hang a knife on the wall as decoration? Fans, don't hit me, I'm telling the truth."

"guardian of princess wonyoung 5.0: Cho Mi Yeon—Myeon-jie, her face is indeed formidable. But 'formidable' means 'can fight,' not 'can win.' Have you ever seen a boxer win a match by relying on defense? Cho Mi Yeon's face, while beautiful, is beautiful without a soul, like a perfect mask that you can't take off once you put it on."

"guardian of princess wonyoung 5.0: Shin Yuna—ITZY's visual, great figure, and a pretty face too. But don't you think she looks too 'standard'? Like an example problem drawn in a textbook, a standard answer, but who would think an example problem is good-looking?"

"guardian of princess wonyoung 5.0: Jang Wonyoung—Ah, no need to say more, the universe's number one, the galaxy's number one visual goddess, I don't accept any rebuttals. Alright, the visual goddess discussion ends here, meeting adjourned."

As soon as this post came out, the whole internet exploded.

"What do you mean by 'frozen meat'??? How dare you call Bae Joo-hyun frozen meat???"

"Karina looks like a knife?? What kind of metaphor is this??"

"Cho Mi Yeon is 'beautiful without a soul'?? Do you even know what beauty is??"

"Shin Yuna is an 'example problem'?? What did the example problem ever do to you??"

"Although, he was actually quite sincere when he praised Wonyoung..."

"Sincere my foot! He's stepping on one to elevate the other! Jang Wonyoung is being roasted on the fire again!"

"The visual goddess is obviously Bae Joo-hyun! The fourth-generation visual goddess title wasn't given for nothing!"

"Bae Joo-hyun is indeed pretty, but her age is there, the fifth generation should be our Hwang Yeji!"

"Hwang Yeji's fox-like appearance is indeed stunning, but if we're talking about a visual goddess, it has to be Cho Mi Yeon, right? That face of Myeon-jie is a gift from God!"

"Cho Mi Yeon is beautiful, but her beauty has no characteristics, I forget it after looking. I vote for Shin Yuna! That body proportion! That smile!"

"Did you guys forget about Jang Wonyoung? Twelve-head stature! Born to be an idol! Universe's number one!"

"Jang Wonyoung is indeed pretty, but that expression management is too greasy..."

"Greasy? You're the greasy one! Your whole family is greasy! Our Wonyoung is sweet!"

"What about Karina? Snake-like beauty! That jawline! That collarbone!"

"Karina's face is too long, like a praying mantis..."

"You're the mantis! Your whole family is a mantis! Our Karina is AI beauty!"

By the end of the argument, the comment section had completely turned into a large-scale aesthetic battle. Fans of each side took turns, throwing out their idol's retouched photos, raw photos, fan-taken photos, and GIFs, trying to crush their opponents with visuals. The scene was like a beauty war without smoke.

And Jiang Zhiyu's several alt accounts were weaving through this chaotic battle like a fish in water. Sometimes taking Jang Wonyoung's side, crazily outputting brainwashing material about "Wonyoung is the universe's number one"; sometimes going to Karina's super topic to stir up trouble, posting some seemingly objective but actually sarcastic "visual analysis posts"; occasionally going to Bae Joo-hyun's comment section to hang around, leaving a comment like "Old aunt, don't fight with the young people" and then quickly slipping away.

He was really, very bored.

So he sat in the president's office, with three computers in front of him, holding herbal tea in his left hand, his right hand flying on the keyboard, simultaneously operating three alt accounts—"Wonyoung's Sunflower" was scolding boy groups, "Wonyoung's Knight" was provoking civil war among girl group fans, and "Wonyoung's Guardian Deity" was replying to every comment from the "Anti-Wonyoung Alliance," saying in that infuriating tone, "The more you scold me, the more popular I get, thanks."

Perfect.

He took a sip of tea, leaned back in his chair, watching the rapidly increasing comments and report counts on the screen, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Outside the window, the sky of Seoul was gray, as if it was about to rain.

But in his heart, the sun was shining brightly.

However, today's "work" could only end here.

Because he had more important things to do.

He glanced at the schedule on the table, where a date was circled in red—today.

"the pig head struggle between withe and phantom thief zhimin," official filming.

Jiang Zhiyu turned off the three computers, stood up, and straightened his shirt collar. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, turned back, and looked at the cup of steaming herbal tea on the table.

"I'll continue when I get back." He said to the empty office, then pushed the door and went out.

—

Near the suburbs of Seoul, a certain studio.

The filming location was set in an abandoned warehouse area near the suburbs of Seoul. This was originally a plot of land that TG Entertainment had acquired last year, intending to convert it into a new studio, but it had been left idle for various reasons. Jiang Zhiyu took a fancy to the industrial feel here—mottled walls, rusty iron frames, broken glass windows, plus a few carefully arranged lights, it was a ready-made crime film set.

Of course, what was being filmed today was not a crime film.

It was a fifteen-minute, funny, shameful short film called "the pig head struggle between withe and phantom thief zhimin."

It sounded absurd.

In reality, it was also very absurd.

But the popularity of this short film had already exceeded the sum of all serious dramas in the same period.

The keyword "Phantom Thief Zhimin" had been searched more than twenty million times in the past seventy-two hours.

The meme of "Pig Head Thief" was circulating all over the internet, and there were even fan-made secondary creation animations of "Phantom Thief Zhimin."

And the inexplicable name "the pig head struggle between withe and phantom thief zhimin," without a single frame of footage leaked, had already climbed into the top ten of the trending search list.

The flame war of "guardian of princess wonyoung" had lasted for a week, the meme of "Pig Head Thief" had been popular for a week, and the name of "Phantom Thief Zhimin" had been spread for a week. Now the whole internet knew that Karina was going to film a movie—although it was just a short film, although it was just a cameo, although her character's name was "Phantom Thief Zhimin," everyone was looking forward to it.

Looking forward to her making a fool of herself, or looking forward to her stunning everyone.

Regardless of which expectation it was, the popularity was already enough.

—

The set was already bustling. Staff members were busy adjusting lights, checking props, and confirming camera positions. A few young staff members gathered together, whispering about something, their eyes glancing towards the entrance from time to time.

"I heard Yoona Noona is coming today too?"

"Yes, Im Yoona is starring in it personally. Although it's a short film, this lineup is too strong, right?"

"The key is Karina, leader of aespa, is this her first time acting?"

"First time acting and partnering with Im Yoona? This resource is too good..."

"Who says it isn't. I heard the director is Jiang Zhiyu himself, this treatment, tsk tsk."

"She has a good relationship with President Jiang, grew up watching her, can it be the same?"

"That's true... can't envy that."

Just as they were talking, a commotion came from the entrance.

The staff members all turned their heads to look.

Jiang Zhiyu looked up towards the entrance.

Two figures walked in side by side.

On the left was Im Yoona.

It had been a long time, she was a bit thinner than when "the crab" wrapped up, but her whole person exuded a more steady temperament. She was wearing a simple beige trench coat, with a white T-shirt inside, light blue jeans on the lower body, a pair of white sneakers on her feet, long hair draped over her shoulders, and a faint smile on her face.

That calmness settled after experiencing high-intensity action training.

That transformation from "Girls Generation's visual" to a "real actor."

A flash of appreciation crossed Jiang Zhiyu's eyes as he looked at her.

Then his gaze shifted to the right.

Karina.

She was dressed exceptionally formally today—a white doll-collar shirt, paired with a dark A-line skirt, exquisite small leather shoes on her feet, her hair tied into a neat low ponytail, light makeup on her face, the whole person looked just like...

A word popped into Jiang Zhiyu's mind.

Quail egg.

White and tender, smooth and delicate, exuding a sense of restraint of "I'm very nervous but I'm trying hard not to show it."

The two walked together, the picture was as beautiful as a magazine cover.

The staff members couldn't help but gasp.

"Damn, this is too pleasing to the eye..."

"Two beauties in the same frame, my eyes are going to get pregnant..."

"Yoona Noona's aura is really strong, she deserves to be from Girls Generation."

"Karina is also so pretty, she looks even better in person than on camera."

"Both of them are so white, standing together like two jade carvings..."

Hearing those discussions, Karina's body became even more tense. She subconsciously leaned towards Im Yoona, as if she wanted to draw a little sense of security from this big senior.

Im Yoona noticed her nervousness, patted her shoulder lightly, and whispered: "Don't be nervous, it's always like this the first time."

Karina nodded, but the nervousness in her heart didn't decrease at all.

Her eyes looked around, sizing up this strange environment, watching those busy staff members, watching those strange devices, and finally landed on Jiang Zhiyu.

Their eyes met.

Memories of that night by the Han River instantly surged into Karina's mind—

His eyes under the moonlight, the sentence he said "Because you are Ji-min," and that "I promise you" at the end that made her heart skip a beat.

Thinking of his profile under the moonlight, thinking of her own silly appearance of tossing and turning all night in the dormitory hugging her quilt—

Her cheeks began to burn.

But she tried hard to look normal, and nodded slightly towards Jiang Zhiyu.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at her effort to stay calm, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

He strode towards the two, walked to them, and stood still.

"Noona, Ji-min."

His voice was calm and natural, as if this was just an ordinary meeting.

Im Yoona looked at him, looked him up and down, and then snorted softly.

"Zhiyu, this drama today is really popular before it's even filmed."

Her tone carried a hint of profound meaning.

Jiang Zhiyu naturally knew what she was talking about.

"the pig head struggle between withe and phantom thief zhimin" — from the day this title was announced, it was destined to be the center of discussion.

The "Pig Head Thief" meme was already hot, and with the dream collaboration between Im Yoona and Karina, plus the "Karina stole the pig head" repeatedly mentioned in the "guardian of princess wonyoung" flame wars, the attention on this show went off the charts.

To say it was popular before filming even started would be an understatement.

Jiang Zhiyu smiled. "It is all thanks to Noona."

"Cut it out." Im Yoona rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. "You are putting a lot of pressure on Ji-min. The whole internet is watching her now. If she acts well, it is expected; if she acts poorly, it is 'as expected, she cannot act.'"

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Karina.

Karina's back straightened further. Although she tried hard to maintain a calm expression on her face, a flicker of nervousness clearly flashed in her eyes.

Jiang Zhiyu's gaze swept over her face.

That face, smooth and tender like a quail egg, was slightly tense from nervousness, making it look even smoother and more delicate. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was trying hard to control her emotions.

He withdrew his gaze and met Im Yoona's eyes.

"It is okay."

His voice was steady and confident, without any hesitation.

"I believe in Ji-min."

Karina's heart skipped a beat.

Those four words were exactly the same as the tone used by the Han River that night.

Sincere, firm, and unquestionable.

She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him again.

Jiang Zhiyu continued, "Of course, Noona can also pass on some experience to Ji-min. After all, you are labelmates, so please teach her more."

Im Yoona looked at him and huffed, annoyed.

This "huff" contained too many emotions.

But she said nothing, only turning to Karina, taking her hand, and patting it gently.

"Don't be nervous. If you don't understand something, just ask me. Although I am not some great senior, I have been acting for over a decade, so I do have some experience."

Karina nodded, flattered. "Thank you, Senior!"

"Why call me Senior? Just call me Unnie."

Karina nodded, a wave of warmth rising in her heart. "Thank you, Yoona Unnie."

Im Yoona smiled and turned back to Jiang Zhiyu, her tone returning to its usual lightness. "Alright, continue. What else do you need to explain?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, his gaze falling on Karina once again.

"Ji-min."

Karina looked up at him.

"Don't worry about not doing well." His voice was very soft yet clearly audible. "The lines are designed to be very few this time, and most of the facial expressions are for Yoona Noona to convey."

He paused, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile. "After all — the Phantom Thief's expression only needs a smile like the Mona Lisa."

Karina was stunned.

Mona Lisa?

What Mona Lisa?

She had to show that incomprehensible, mysterious, half-smiling expression in front of all the netizens in South Korea?

Her brain went "buzz," and that small, fair, and rosy face instantly flushed red.

Not from shyness.

But from anger.

Jiang Zhiyu.

You bastard.

You did this on purpose.

You are absolutely doing this on purpose.

What do you mean by "a smile like the Mona Lisa"?

Heaven knows what that looks like?!

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something — wanting to curse him, wanting to retort, wanting to pounce on him and choke his neck like she did by the Han River that night — but hindered by Im Yoona's presence and the many staff members around, she had to force herself to swallow the words that reached her lips.

But her eyes clearly said: Jiang Zhiyu, are you trying to mess with me again?

Jiang Zhiyu watched her expression of "clearly very angry but cannot lash out," couldn't help but rub his nose, and smiled.

In that smile, there was smugness, doting, and a hint of certainty that "I know you won't really hit me."

Karina took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She bit her lip, forcing herself to swallow the words "fucking bastard" that were on the tip of her tongue.

Cannot be angry.

Cannot lose composure in front of a senior.

Cannot lose face in front of the staff.

She is the leader of aespa.

She is professional.

She is —

She looked at Jiang Zhiyu's punchable smiling face, her fist quietly clenching.

If there was no one here, she would definitely punch him.

But there were people around. Im Yoona was there, the staff was there, the lighting technician was there, the cameraman was there, everyone was there. She could not lash out. She could only stand there, glaring at Jiang Zhiyu with eyes full of rage, her gaze clearly saying: You wait, I will settle the score with you when no one is around.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at her expression of "furious but afraid to lash out," couldn't help but rub his nose, and laughed softly.

Im Yoona stood by, taking it all in.

She saw that when Jiang Zhiyu stood in front of Karina, the man who was usually calm and self-possessed in front of her actually had a rare flicker of tenderness in his eyes.

She saw Karina's flushed little face, saw her clenched fists, and saw her aggrieved appearance as she clearly wanted to curse but forced herself to hold it back.

She saw Karina's cheeks puff up even more after Jiang Zhiyu laughed.

Then she lowered her head, looking at the black combat uniform she was wearing, suddenly feeling a bit dazed.

She remembered when she had just debuted.

At the age of a teenager, standing in front of the camera, facing a strange script, a strange director, and a strange world. No one told her what to do, no one stood in front of her and said "I believe in you," and no one looked at her with such gentle eyes before making a joke that made people want to hit them.

Every role was something she had fought for. Audition after audition, rejection after rejection, practicing lines in front of the mirror late at night, trying to figure out the character's inner heart over and over again, then going to audition again the next day, getting rejected again, and getting back up again.

She had never complained.

Because she knew that this industry was just like this. No one had an obligation to help you, no one had an obligation to wait for you, and no one had an obligation to give you a chance when you were not good enough yet.

So she ran desperately, chased desperately, and desperately made herself better.

But now, watching the interaction between Jiang Zhiyu and Karina, she suddenly had an indescribable feeling.

It was not jealousy.

Nor was it envy.

It was a kind of — complexity.

She certainly knew that Jiang Zhiyu had a good relationship with the kids from aespa. A bond that started from their trainee days, over four years of getting along, a friendship that was both teacher and friend. She understood all of this and could comprehend it.

But standing here at this moment, watching Karina being "cared for" by Jiang Zhiyu in this way — not the kind of condescending charity, nor the kind of official arrangement, but a kind of warm, natural care like an older brother for a younger sister — she suddenly felt that there were some things she seemed to have never possessed.

She remembered when she first debuted, what was her first role? A supporting role in "You Are My Destiny." She auditioned three times, waited for two months, and when she finally got the role, she almost cried. And after that? Every step was walked by herself. "Cinderella Man," "Love Rain," "Prime Minister and I," "The King Loves," "Exit," "Confidential Assignment 2"... Every role was something she had fought for. How many times had she been rejected? She couldn't remember. How many times had she been questioned? "Can Im Yoona act?" "She's an idol, her acting must be bad." "The face of Girls Generation, what can she do besides being pretty?"

She had heard all those words. She had endured all those grievances. She had swallowed all those cold looks.

All the scripts were fought for by herself.

All the roles were won through her own auditions.

Where was there a director and producer who were the same person, and an Oppa with a great relationship who directly designated her for the role?

Where was there a show that was popular before filming, with online buzz and mocking topics that lasted forever?

Where was there a first show that was a collaboration with a great senior, and a tailor-made role?

Nothing. All she had was herself.

Thinking of this, she smiled slightly.

The smile was very faint, so faint that almost no one noticed.

Then she raised her head, looking at Jiang Zhiyu's face that was still smiling, and suddenly spoke.

"Zhiyu."

Jiang Zhiyu turned his head to look at her.

Im Yoona didn't say anything special, just said in a very calm tone, "It is Ji-min's first time acting, stop bullying her so much."

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"Okay."

Karina stood by, and hearing this, she finally raised her head and looked at Im Yoona.

In those eyes, there was gratitude, closeness, and a hint of peace of mind from being protected.

"Thank you, Yoona Unnie..." she whispered.

Im Yoona ruffled her hair.

"It's okay, Unnie is here."

Jiang Zhiyu watched this scene, said nothing, and just turned and walked towards the director's group.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

Im Yoona was bowing her head, saying something to Karina, and Karina was nodding seriously, her tense little face finally relaxing a bit.

In the backlight, both of their silhouettes were plated with a layer of soft, warm light.

One cold, one nervous.

One relaxed, one reserved.

But both were so beautiful that one couldn't look away.

He withdrew his gaze, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and took a step forward to continue walking.

On the set, the staff were still busy. Lighting, camera positions, props, everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.

And in the corner, Im Yoona's voice rang out softly.

"Ji-min, although your President Jiang likes to joke, he didn't get one thing wrong."

Karina looked up.

Im Yoona looked at her, her gaze gentle and firm.

"He believes in you."

She paused, then added, "So do I."

Karina's eyes suddenly felt a bit sore.

She nodded vigorously, holding back the moisture.

"I will work hard."

Im Yoona smiled.

"Good."

Im Yoona smiled, patted her shoulder again, "Let's go, let's look at the script. I will go through it with you."

Karina nodded, obediently following behind Im Yoona, walking towards the rest area.

After walking two steps, she couldn't help but look back again.

Jiang Zhiyu was still standing there, the sunlight plating a golden edge on his body. His gaze followed them, or to be precise, followed her.

Meeting her gaze, he smiled again.

That smile was unreasonably gentle.

Karina's face turned red again.

She quickly turned her head, quickened her pace, and followed behind Im Yoona, like a little rabbit targeted by a hunter, fleeing the scene in a panic.

Jiang Zhiyu watched that fleeing back, the arc of his mouth deepening.

He turned around and walked towards the director's monitor.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky.

The early autumn sky was as blue as if it had been washed, with a few white clouds floating leisurely.

He took a deep breath, feeling the temperature of the sunlight falling on his face.

Today was truly a good day for filming.

He thought, his footsteps light as he walked towards the monitor.

In the rest area, Im Yoona and Karina sat side by side, the script spread out in front of them.

It was called a script, but in reality, it was just a few sheets of A4 paper with less than twenty lines printed on them. Most of them were Im Yoona's, and Karina's lines were only a few sparse sentences.

"Look," Im Yoona pointed to the notes on the script, "You don't need to speak here, you just need to stand there, and then —"

She paused, took a look at the line on the script, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

"'Reveal a mysterious Mona Lisa-style smile.'"

Karina's face turned red again.

Im Yoona looked at her and couldn't help but laugh: "It's okay, just smile like you usually do later. That guy just likes to be mysterious."

Karina nodded, but she still felt unsure.

She remembered the words Jiang Zhiyu said — "I believe in Ji-min."

He said he believed in her.

He believed she could do well.

He believed she could do it.

Her fingers clenched lightly on her knees.

Then she raised her head, looking at Im Yoona, her eyes more firm than before.

"Unnie," she called out, her voice not loud, but very serious, "I will work hard."

Im Yoona looked at her sparkling eyes, looked at the serious expression on her small, fair, and rosy face —

She suddenly smiled.

In that smile, there was gratification, emotion, and a hint of complex emotion that she herself couldn't explain.

"Good," she said, "Let's work hard together."

In the distance, Jiang Zhiyu sat behind the monitor, watching the two figures sitting side by side on the screen.

Im Yoona was as cold as frost, and Karina was as gentle as jade.

One was a sharp sword polished by time, the other was a new blade being tempered.

He looked at them, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Then he picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the talk button.

"Attention all departments, filming in ten minutes."

He put down the walkie-talkie, picked up the cup of herbal tea that he didn't know when it was brewed, and took a gentle sip.

The crisp herbal taste spread on the tip of his tongue.

He looked at that small, fair, and rosy face on the screen, looked at those eyes that still carried a hint of shame and anger but had already started to become firm —

"I believe in you."

He said it silently in his heart again.

Then he put down the teacup, stood up, and walked towards the filming location.

The sunlight was just right.

The wind was also gentle.

Today would be a very beautiful day.