novelraw Chapter 56 A Chance Encounter with Top Star Tian Xiwei in the Boiler Room
Chapter 56 A Chance Encounter with Top Star Tian Xiwei in the Boiler Room
Zhang Juan's message was still popping up on the screen.
"An S-level script library? Do you think you own the company?"
"She's not even famous yet, and you've already started repairing the city moat for her?"
"Song Ze, you've never cared about Lin Shishi this much."
Song Ze glanced at the screen, quickly typed three words with his thumb, and sent them.
"I'd like to."
He put his phone back in his pocket and looked up at the Hengdian B-group film set.
September in Hengdian is like a giant steamer.
Song Ze pulled his hat down low, carrying two boxes of Gatorade he had taken out of the freezer, and stood outside the film set.
In the distance, Bai Lu huddled inside that bronze-colored armor.
The metal casing weighed at least twenty pounds, pressing down on her shoulders and making them completely tense.
She gripped a two-meter-long red-tasseled spear and repeatedly made twisting, sweeping motions in the air.
The gun tip sliced through the air, producing a sharp whistle.
"Assistant Director, what's the situation with the stunt doubles?"
Zhang Juan's voice sounded somewhat shrill against the noisy background.
A fat man wiped the sweat from the back of his neck.
"He has an upset stomach and is sitting in the toilet. If we wait any longer for this 'Phoenix Turns Head' performance, dawn will be over."
He pointed to the wooden pillars not far away.
"The fire scene is a one-time event; once it's burned, it's gone. It cost tens of thousands."
Yu Zheng sat behind the monitor, the small fan in his hand turned up to the highest setting, but the irritation on his face did not dissipate at all.
"Director, I can go on."
Bai Lu trotted over, the red tassel on her helmet swaying wildly.
She stopped in front of Yu Zheng.
"I watched the stuntman practice that move thirty times, and I tried it myself. I can turn around."
Song Ze walked over, but before he could speak.
Bai Lu turned around first, her eyes brightening.
"Senior brother? You've come to visit the set?"
Song Ze placed the pulse pump in his hand on the ground.
He glanced at the three-meter-high wire scaffolding.
"Go rest over there and wait for your stunt double."
Bai Lu did not move.
She looked at the wooden pillar that had begun to smoke not far away.
"This is Deng Chanyu's most important scene in the entire play."
Her fingers tightened around the red-tasseled spear, her knuckles turning white.
"Once the pillar burns out, it's gone. I don't want to act in this scene in front of a green screen."
Yu Zheng watched as the fire gradually spread.
He gritted his teeth.
"The wire work team, give her double insurance."
Yu Zheng stood up and pointed to the movement point in mid-air.
"I don't need the movements to be perfectly executed; I want the momentum of the turn. Slower, more stable."
Song Ze stood still, without saying another word.
Bai Lu was suspended five meters in the air by two steel wires.
The armor emitted a dull metallic scraping sound under the pull of gravity.
"Ready—Go!"
The wire snapped taut, pulling her along the predetermined trajectory.
White Dew twists and turns in the air.
With a classic phoenix-like turn of the head, the long spear swept horizontally along the waist.
Her movements were fluid and seamless; the moment she landed, her right foot landed precisely on the seam between the floor tiles.
The pulley in the wire operator's hand paused for a moment.
The coordination was a beat too slow.
Bai Lu's weight, which had already been shifted, was interrupted by this half-beat, causing her to twist to the side.
Click.
A very dull and short sound.
Bai Lu's body trembled violently.
She did not fall.
The spear was firmly planted on the ground, supporting the tilting armor.
She remained frozen in the position of kneeling with the gun in her hand, completely still.
His face was covered with a layer of white sweat.
"Okay! Pass!"
Yu Zheng jumped up from his chair.
As soon as she finished speaking, Bai Lu curled up into a ball and slid down the gun barrel.
The armor slammed into the blue bricks with a loud crash.
Before the ambulance sirens had even faded, trending topics on Weibo started popping up everywhere.
Article .
Article 3.
Article 4.
Zhang Juan's phone turned into a scorching hot brick within three minutes.
Song Ze sat in the taxi, his fingertips rapidly swiping across the screen.
The angle of the black draft was chosen very precisely.
In a blurry screenshot, Bai Lu lands unsteadily, and Yu Zheng reaches out to grab her arm to prevent her from hitting a pillar.
The timing of the shutter release was perfect, making the action look like a slap.
The caption was only one sentence.
"Newcomer Bai Lu, who has connections, caused trouble on set, forcing away a professional stunt double. After making a mistake, Director Yu lost his temper and slapped her on set."
The comment section is neat and orderly.
"Looks so innocent, but has such a dark heart?"
"Bullying a stand-in, acting like a diva even before becoming famous?"
"Why should someone like this stay in the entertainment industry? He should just get out of there!"
Song Ze turned off his phone screen.
The light from the streetlights outside the car window shone on his face, and his expression darkened.
Hengdian First People's Hospital.
The door to the private hospital room was ajar, and the main lights were off inside.
Bai Lu leaned against the headboard.
The right leg was raised high by a fixation brace, and the white gauze wrapped around it was glaringly conspicuous.
She was holding her phone.
My thumb swiped across the screen, one stroke at a time.
His face was pale.
A drop of water fell in the center of the screen, perfectly obscuring the phrase "Get out of the entertainment industry."
She raised the back of her hand and vigorously wiped away the water stain, then continued wiping downwards.
The movements are mechanical, repetitive, and unstoppable.
The ward door was pushed open.
The chair leg scraped against the floor with a sharp sound.
Bai Lu felt like she'd been struck by lightning, and instinctively tried to shove her phone under the covers.
The movement was too hasty, which aggravated the ankle.
She was in so much pain that she curled up like a shrimp, and the muscles in her cheeks were trembling.
"What are you hiding?"
Song Ze walked over.
Without waiting for Bai Lu's reply, he snatched the phone from her trembling hand.
Press your thumb on the side button until the screen goes completely black.
Bai Lu lowered her head.
The sound was dry and lifeless in the empty hospital room.
"Senior, I didn't mean to. I just wanted to get a good shot."
"I know."
Song Ze sat down on the edge of the bed.
He placed his switched-off phone on the bedside table, screen down.
"From now on, don't read a single word online."
"But they say I'm bullying—"
"I said I'll handle it."
Song Ze put his hands, which had turned cold from anger, into his pockets.
He touched his phone.
Open WeChat and scroll directly to Yang Mi's chat window.
Song Ze typed four words.
"Honey, this is trending."
three seconds.
Five seconds.
The other party is typing.
Yang Mi's reply was brief and direct.
"I saw it. 'Chaoge' is a joint investment by Jaywalk Studio, and your junior sister was injured in my team."
The second one that follows.
"I'll sort this out for you today."
The third message popped up.
"Spend quality time with your junior sister. As for the rest, Jiaxing will teach them how to write press releases."
Song Ze put his phone back in his pocket.
Would you like some water?
Bai Lu stared at him blankly.
Deng Chanyu, who was just on set fighting a sea of fire with a long spear, is nowhere to be seen.
Her eyes were red.
"I want to drink Coke."
"Drinking cola after a torn ligament?"
"Stay put, I'll go get some hot water."
The corridor is very long.
The smell of disinfectant was especially pungent at night.
As Song Ze walked to the entrance of the water dispenser, he bumped into a girl.
She was wearing an ill-fitting, oversized school uniform skirt, her ponytail was tied high, and she was carrying a huge thermos.
She looked up.
She has round, full lower eyelids and a pair of very shallow dimples at the corners of her lips.
Song Ze stopped in his tracks.
He recognized the face.
Tian Xiwei.
In 2026, she was recognized as the top sweet-type idol across the internet, and her starring role in "Low IQ Crime" in May topped the popularity charts.
If we work backwards from the timeline, she's at most a freshman in college right now.
The girl saw him too.
He felt like he'd been electrocuted, frozen in place, the thermos in his hand swaying wildly.
"Brother Song Ze?"
She took a half step forward, her eyes crinkling into a smile.
A smile spread from the corners of her eyes, brightening her entire face.
"Is it really you?"
She shook the thermos twice nervously, and the lid opened a crack, letting out the aroma of chicken soup.
"Everyone in my dorm is listening to your song 'Liang Liang' on repeat. Could you sign it for me?"