Chapter 83 You Demon Pill

Director Jiang Ning looked at the pair of bright, sparkling eyes beside her and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Stop trying to sweet-talk me." Director Jiang Ning leaned back, propping her elbows on the concrete steps behind her. "You think I'm great now? Just wait until tomorrow night when I make you do twenty sets of frog hops and monkey rolls. Just don't go sticking pins into a voodoo doll of me behind my back."

Nazar quickly shook her head, her ponytail swaying with the movement as she eagerly voiced her loyalty. The two of them were chatting away.

At the entrance of the sports field, a figure wearing a black baseball cap and a face mask was walking over quickly.

Song Shishi had just wrapped up all her scenes for ipartment 3 at the Pudong Film and Television Base this afternoon. She didn't even attend the wrap party hosted by Director Wei Zheng; instead, she left her assistant behind, booked the earliest flight herself, and headed straight for Yanjing.

After landing, she didn't even go home, but took a taxi straight to the Beijing Film Academy. She had wanted to go to the apartment to give someone a surprise, but when she called Assistant Tang Ying to ask, she found out Director Jiang Ning was running on the school's sports field.

Dragging her tired body, she had made her way over with a heart full of joy, only for her radar to go off in a wild alarm across the dozen-meter-wide plastic running track.

On the bleachers under the streetlights.

Director Jiang Ning was sitting there with a water bottle in her hand. A girl was sitting right next to her, so close that their shoulders were almost touching.

Song Shishi paused in her tracks. She narrowed her eyes slightly, sizing up the girl under the dim glow of the streetlights.

Wearing a sports tank top, the girl's profile was so sharp and defined it was practically cheating. Even in the dim light, Song Shishi could tell at a glance that this girl had an incredibly striking, top-tier gorgeous face. Most importantly, the way she looked at Director Jiang Ning was so intense it practically sizzled.

A woman's intuition is often terrifyingly accurate.

The jealousy that Song Shishi had suppressed for over half a month began to bubble up fiercely from the bottom of her heart.

During her half-month with the production crew, she had counted down the days on her fingers, her mind entirely filled with Director Jiang Ning. Yet, this person had the nerve to claim she was grinding away at the script in the editing room every day, only to turn around and chat up a beautiful junior on this dark, windy sports field.

Song Shishi gritted her teeth, took off her mask, stuffed it into her pocket, tidied her hair, and walked straight over in her white sneakers.

"Ningning."

Her voice was crisp, sweet, and soft, with the last syllable deliberately drawn out.

Director Jiang Ning was listening to Nazar complain about how strict her acting teacher was when she heard this voice, causing her back to stiffen instinctively. She turned her head.

Song Shishi had already walked up to them. Today, she wore a loose, thin knit cardigan over slim-fit jeans. She looked travel-worn, but the light in her eyes was burningly bright.

"Why are you back?" Director Jiang Ning was a bit surprised and stood up. "Didn't you say you'd wrap up the day after tomorrow?"

"I missed you, so I rushed the schedule with the director and finished everything this afternoon."

Song Shishi completely ignored the other person sitting nearby. Taking a step up the bleachers, she squeezed right into the gap between Director Jiang Ning and Nazar, wrapping her arms around Director Jiang Ning's arm with natural, practiced ease.

Leaning half her weight against her, Song Shishi looked up, her voice sweet and clingy. "I rushed here straight from the airport without even eating. Ningning, I'm hungry."

This sequence of movements was smooth as silk, and her declaration of ownership practically pierced the heavens.

Nazar had been sitting comfortably with her knees hugged to her chest, but she was forced to shift half an inch to the side by this sudden intrusion.

She looked up.

Song Shishi's gaze happened to fall upon her at the same time.

The two top-tier beauties had their first clash of gazes on the bleachers of the Beijing Film Academy sports field.

One was a gentle, charming, and innocently seductive rising starlet.

The other was an exotic, dazzlingly beautiful candidate who was hailed as the most gorgeous art school applicant.

Alarm bells rang wildly in Song Shishi's head. Up close, this girl was even more stunning. Her skin was so fair it seemed translucent, her features were deep and defined, and her youthful, collagen-rich aura carried an immense sense of pressure.

Nazar was also sizing up Song Shishi. She had watched The Invisible Guest, so she naturally recognized her as the female lead of the Venice short film and the first artist signed by Lemon Pictures.

She looked at Song Shishi's hands tightly clutching Director Jiang Ning's arm, and the blatant defensiveness and hostility in her eyes.

If it had been the usual, easily intimidated Gulnazar, she probably would have stood up, stammered an apology, and left by now.

But as it happened, Director Jiang Ning had been torturing her daily with "liberating her nature" exercises lately, shattering her good-girl shell long ago.

Seeing Song Shishi's blatant display of ownership, Nazar's eyes darted slightly in a subtle roll.

Her "demon pill" bloodline awakened in an instant.

"Senior Sister," Nazar said as she stood up and brushed the dust off her sweatpants.

Instead of backing down, she leaned in closer. Her originally crisp voice instantly switched channels, the end of her words rising slightly in a deliberately soft, high-pitched, cutesy voice.

The way she called out "Senior Sister" was incredibly winding and melodious, so sickeningly sweet it practically dripped.

Director Jiang Ning got a massive wave of goosebumps all over her body. She whipped her head around to look at Nazar, her eyes filled with sheer terror: Did you get a freaking slipper stuck in your throat?

Nazar didn't look at Director Jiang Ning at all. Instead, she looked timidly at Song Shishi, her hands anxiously wringing the hem of her shirt, while a layer of tears welled up perfectly in her large eyes.

"You must be Senior Song Shishi, right? I often hear Senior Sister Director Jiang Ning mention you. I'm a freshman, Nazar."

Nazar took half a step forward and naturally shrank behind Director Jiang Ning's side, looking like a startled little rabbit.

"Senior, please don't misunderstand. Senior Sister just saw how clumsy I was and how I got criticized by the teacher in acting class, so she was kind enough to accompany me to the sports field in the middle of the night for extra practice. Look at the dust on me... Senior Sister is so strict; she made me crawl several laps, and my hands are all scraped."

As she spoke, she deliberately held up her fair arms, which were smudged with dust.

"I was just so tired from practicing earlier that my legs gave out and I couldn't walk. Senior Sister felt bad for me, so she specially went to the school gate to buy half a watermelon to cheer me up. Senior, you mustn't be angry with Senior Sister."

The green tea act was overflowing, at maximum purity.

With a half-smile, Song Shishi looked at Nazar. "You've just started school, junior. Your schoolwork must be very busy. Coming out to the sports field to catch the cold wind in the middle of the night—aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Hearing this, Nazar's lips curled up in a sly, hidden smile.

Instead of taking the exit offered, she turned up the heat to the maximum.

"It is quite busy. But every time I run into Senior Sister Director Jiang Ning, she patiently guides me through a lot of professional knowledge."

With her hands clasped behind her back, Nazar leaned forward slightly, continuing her onslaught in that sickeningly sweet, high-pitched voice.

"Today was the same. I just happened to have some questions about Audiovisual Language that I couldn't wrap my head around. Senior Sister, are you free tomorrow at noon? I'd love to go to the library to ask for your guidance again~"

Song Shishi's anger instantly flared straight to her head.

"The library?" The smile on Song Shishi's face vanished completely, her tone turning sharp. "Ningning hasn't been feeling well these past couple of days. She's exhausted from staying up late to write scripts. If you have questions, junior, you'd better ask the advisors in your department. Constantly pestering your senior sister and delaying her progress would be quite inconsiderate, you know."

Even after being rebuffed, Nazar didn't show the slightest panic. In fact, she was absolutely thrilled. So provoking a beautiful girl to make her jealous is actually this much fun.

Her eyes reddened as she lowered her head with an incredibly aggrieved look, her voice becoming even more cutesy.

"I'm sorry, Senior. I didn't know Senior Sister wasn't feeling well. I just felt... Senior Sister explains things even more clearly than our teachers. She is always so gentle with me, so I didn't think I would be bothering her."

With that, she looked up pitifully at Director Jiang Ning.

"Senior Sister Director Jiang Ning, did I do something wrong to make Senior angry? She's so scary. Senior Sister, please don't blame her. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have come to find you on the sports field so late at night."

This classic combo of green tea moves was absolutely lethal.

Director Jiang Ning's head buzzed, completely exploding.

Her thirty years of a straight man's soul from her past life made her decisive and ruthless in filmmaking and business. However, when it came to handling the complex, delicate drama of a battlefield between women, her radar was outrageously slow.

Hearing this increasingly bizarre cutesy voice, and looking at Song Shishi's now completely darkened face, Director Jiang Ning would have to be blind not to understand the current situation.

One had knocked over her vinegar jar of jealousy, absolutely furious.

The other had her "demon pill" nature awakened, deliberately fanning the flames.