novelraw Chapter 515 - 514: His Muscles Are Already Spoken For
Chapter 515 - 514: His Muscles Are Already Spoken For
This passage is incredibly famous, especially among female fans.
So as soon as these words came out, everyone in the studio got all excited and gathered around with anticipation, staring at Cheng Zhirang. The assistant in charge of costumes was directly shaking the person next to them.
"Wuwuwu!" Brother Cheng! Brother Cheng is going to wear something like that! I want to go up and tie the straps for him!
All the staff were craning their necks to look over, while Cheng Zhirang lowered his head, looking at the person on the photographer’s phone screen. A moment later, he nodded and said, "Alright."
The photographer’s eyes lit up, and the other staff cheered excitedly.
The director clapped his hands: "Hey hey hey, hurry up and find the props! The clothes... clothes as he wears them, then find a belt or some tie! Quickly!"
The photographer quickly added, "And a silver lighter! Hey, can we also tie it on the thigh?"
Chen Song smiled, "I think everyone should know their limit."
The photographer sighed regretfully.
However, it wasn’t too bad; the photographer personally tested a few belts, they shouldn’t be too thick, preferably black with a silver buckle.
They rummaged through the wardrobe for quite a while, bought a few silver lighters, and finally found two women’s belts that fit the requirements.
The costume assistant, trying to control their shaky hands from excitement, carefully tied them onto Cheng Zhirang’s shoulders, with the lower end connected to the belt of his suit pants.
The length of the belt was initially a bit long; after it was fastened, it only reached Cheng Zhirang’s chest. The assistant wanted to help loosen the belt buckle to adjust the position of the two belts on his shoulders, but as their hand reached out, it was blocked by the back of Cheng Zhirang’s hand.
"I’ll handle the rest myself," he said gentlemanly.
The costume assistant blushed with excitement and handed the belt’s front end to him.
"Brother, Brother Cheng, this can be a bit tighter."
Cheng Zhirang nodded, "Okay, thank you."
He loosened the buckles on both sides and then pulled out the remaining length, fastening the buckle in the last hole.
Next, the belt head was fastened to the suit pants; his thumbs adjusted the belt from the shoulder position, and once released, the belt snapped back.
The elasticity wasn’t too great, the tightness was just right, and the buckle’s position was just around the chest.
Chen Song took a photo of him and sent it to Assistant Wen. After thinking for a moment, he forwarded another copy to Mu Qiu.
The photographer wiped his mouth, trying to act calm, and said to Chen Song, "Hasn’t he not been filming recently? Why is he still maintaining fitness?"
The indistinct outline of pectoral muscles looked enticing.
Chen Song was already accustomed to such situations, handling his phone while replying:
"This way, once he joins a crew, he can quickly meet the role’s physical requirements. Wipe your mouth; his muscles are already sponsored."
"Can the sponsor share a cake with the wholesaler?"
"She might as well throw a cake at your face."
The photographer, uninterested, pouted and turned back to Cheng Zhirang with a smiling face.
"Really A-list. Just stand like that, slight tilt of the head, let’s take a few shots first."
Cheng Zhirang lowered his head, his gaze on the ground in front.
If he looked directly at his toes, the photo would look more like he was in remorse. To achieve a slightly downward gaze effect, his focus needed to be a bit further.
The photographer clicked several shots continuously, glanced at the effect, and continued nodding while directing, "Now, lean against the wall, dim the lights."
The lights dimmed down, the lens’s lighting resembled an early evening visual under natural weather—a bit clear yet seemingly blurred—making you want to get closer to see clearly.
Cheng Zhirang leaned casually against the wall, as the hairstylist came to recheck his hairstyle, the photographer continued:
"A little darker! Brother Cheng, you can play with the lighter. Do you smoke? Try turning it around your fingers, ignite and play with the flame for a while."
Cheng Zhirang nodded, flexed his fingers, and twirled the silver lighter between his fingers a few times, much like spinning a pen from school days. The lighter interchanged smoothly, finally resting in his palm, with a flick, a flame emerged.
"That’s it, that’s it! Hairstylist, step aside, we’ll shoot directly like this!"
The tone was quite excited, Chen Song leaned in to glance at the lens.
In the dim lighting, Cheng Zhirang leaned against the wall, playing with the silver lighter, his expression nonchalant.
A cluster of yellow flames sprouted from his slender fingers, casting his shadow’s outline on the wall, vaguely enticing one to get closer to see clearly.
Gaining more fans again, Chen Song thought.
The entire studio was quiet, with only the photographer muttering incessantly.
"Yes, yes, that’s the feeling."
"No wonder he’s a writer, his imaginative visualization is top-notch."
"Brother Cheng, come, left hand in the pocket, bend the waist a bit, lean back! Someone get a fake railing!"
"Brother Cheng, just lean against the railing! Use your right elbow, play with the lighter in your right hand!"
"No need to put it in the pocket; come! Get him a glass of red wine!"
The words grew more excited, with more and more requests. In the end, they even suggested unbuttoning two collar buttons, pouring some water on him... mainly on the chest.
But Chen Song firmly stopped this.
"Enough, Zhang She, the theme this time is dark luxury, not a wet temptation. If you really want to shoot that, ask Director Wang if we can have the 10th-anniversary edition cover, then maybe we’ll consider."
The director, with a hand on his chin, said, "I’ll think about it. Zhang She, first take a gold-themed one."
Then, pulling Chen Song aside: "Chen Song, for the 10th anniversary cover figure, Cheng Zhirang is indeed in our consideration, but there are others..."
While they continued their conversation, the photographer directed his assistant to bring out the previously prepared dark gold props.
Dark gold chain tie designs, dark gold light screen, dark gold rose flowers with glitter.
"We’re shooting contrasts, contrasts, Brother Cheng, you stand next to the light screen, reveal half your body. I need contrasting expressions! As for which contrast, see how Brother Cheng expresses it!"
After speaking, the camera was set up.
Cheng Zhirang accepted the dark gold faux rose handed by the assistant, pondered for a moment, and extended half his body from behind the lighted screen.
His right hand reached out, palm holding the dark gold rose, his expression gently focused on it.
As if watching the growth of new life.
"Good! Contrast!" the photographer yelled.
Cheng Zhirang’s expression changed, slightly lowering his head but eyes sharply glaring at the lens direction, mouth corner raised, Lian Yan’s eyes tainted with eerie hostility in the interplay of light and shadows.
He slowly clenched his hand until he crushed the dark gold rose, letting the gold flecks adorning it tumble down.
The photographer shouted in approval.
"Very good! Try placing the lighter-play shot between these two mirror shots!"
In the mirrored contrast, a cluster of cradled flames surfaced, with meaning implied, and he looked handsome—utterly flawless, this edition a definite sellout.