The Daily Life of a Male God Teasing a Shou - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

It is September, and the scorching heat has yet to fade. The large-scale IP production The Promised Time has begun filming at Hengdian World Studios.

The bright room is chaotic and noisy. Occasionally, groups of two or three people hurry through in a rush; with every opening and closing of the door, the sweltering outdoor air is dragged inside.

“Brother Jiang, get ready, it’s almost your turn,” a staff member said as they walked over.

A man turned his head, revealing a very handsome face. He was none other than Bai Jiangnan, the male lead of the recently aired hit web drama Liusheng. Standing 1.85 meters tall, he wore a simple, loose white T-shirt and knee-length denim shorts. These ordinary clothes, when worn by him, carried the casual and elegant vibe of a seasoned runway model; his long legs, in particular, were exceptionally eye-catching.

Bai Jiangnan gave an affirmative response. His voice was captivating, carrying a unique, deep resonance; much like the man himself, he seemed cheerful yet possessed a hint of steadiness, casual yet reliable.

The background of the entire room consisted of the green screens indispensable to film and television productions. At this moment, many staff members were busy with set dressing and preparations.

Bai Jiangnan was scrolling through a forum on a tablet. He had accepted the role of the second male lead in this drama and had already read the original novel and the script once. Currently, he was searching for relevant reviews, character introductions, and literary critiques to better grasp the role.

The director walked over, saw what he was reading, and asked casually, “Have you read the script yet?”

Bai Jiangnan looked up and smiled. “I just finished reading it once.”

The director, Li Ji’an, was a gentleman with a beer belly. Although he was amiable on ordinary days, word had it that he was extremely strict during filming. Li Ji’an said, “The shooting schedule is out. Go to the production office later and pick up a copy.”

Bai Jiangnan: “Alright.”

As they were speaking, a flippant voice reached Bai Jiangnan’s ears: “Director Li.”

Li Ji’an turned toward the door as a clean-cut, delicate-looking young man walked in. He had a small face and a pair of clear, dark, moist “peach blossom eyes” that were very likable. He walked over with a full smile, the dimples at the corners of his mouth making him look even more vibrant. This person was Yan Yifan, the youngest son of Li Ji’an’s employer. Li Ji’an beamed the moment he saw him: “Yifan, how do you have time to come by today?”

Yan Yifan nudged the woman beside him, who had a typical “internet celebrity” face. “Director Li, didn’t we agree a few days ago? This is Shen Leilei. Take a look, is she suitable?”

Shen Leilei smiled. “Director Li, I’ve heard so much about you. I finally got to meet you in person today.”

Li Ji’an’s gaze swept over the woman, and he understood perfectly: this woman must be Yan Yifan’s new girlfriend. Yan Yifan had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth; since childhood, he had been clever, well-behaved, and good-looking, like a little angel in a fairy tale. He used to call Li Ji’an “Uncle Li” repeatedly, making Li Ji’an’s heart melt. Who knew that as he grew up, he would become so unreliable idling about, gaining a reputation as a playboy, and changing girlfriends so often one couldn’t even recognize them.

Li Ji’an nodded and smiled. “You brought her here so quickly?”

Yan Yifan found a chair and sat down, saying in a cavalier manner, “I had to be fast. What if all the roles here were snatched up?”

Li Ji’an laughed. “There just happens to be a role for the protagonist’s maid, with about thirty or forty scenes.” He called out, “Xiao Li, take her to meet the team.”

Yan Yifan nodded and nudged Shen Leilei. Shen Leilei pouted somewhat reluctantly. Yan Yifan said, “Go and come back quickly; I’ll wait for you here.”

Shen Leilei left, looking rather unsatisfied.

Li Ji’an spoke a few more words and then departed. Yan Yifan took out his phone to play with it, but his eyes kept drifting toward Bai Jiangnan from his powerful long legs and supple waist to his broad, upright shoulders, and finally to that face so handsome it made one’s heart skip a beat. He wished he could turn into a cloud of air and cling to him forever.

Yan Yifan’s eyes filled with tears of emotion. Having searched for him hundreds of times in the crowd, here he was, found without any effort at all! As soon as Yan Yifan heard that Bai Jiangnan was in a production invested in by his own family, he excitedly came up with this “terrible” idea sending his “girlfriend” Shen Leilei into the cast so he could visit the set openly and legitimately!

Of course, in the eyes of the infatuated Yan Yifan, this plan was incredibly brilliant and wise.

Perhaps because Yan Yifan’s gaze was too intense, Bai Jiangnan moved his eyes away from the tablet and looked at him.

In an instant, Yan Yifan felt as if his heart had hit 180 mph. The air was filled with fluttering pink bubbles, and a super-cute angel named Bai Jiangnan transformed into a streak of light and dove straight into his heart.

Bai Jiangnan smiled. “Hey!” His smile then faltered. “You… you have a nosebleed.”

“Huh? Ah!” Yan Yifan felt an itch on his philtrum. He reached out to wipe it, and his peach blossom eyes instantly widened.

Blood dripped onto the floor one drop at a time. Just as Yan Yifan was in a fluster, a clean tissue was held out in front of him.

“Thanks.” Yan Yifan didn’t dare look at him, taking the tissue and plugging it under his nose. Oh my god, oh my god! Yan Yifan, how can you be so stupid! You actually got a nosebleed the first time you met a handsome guy! Arghhh! You might as well go die! In his mind, a teary-eyed “White Yan Yifan” chibi was being pummeled by a furious “Black Yan Yifan” chibi with an eighteen-punch combo, sent flying from the ground to the sky and then back into the earth the scene was quite bloody.

“There’s a sink over there; I’ll take you.” As Bai Jiangnan spoke, he stood up and walked toward the corner. Yan Yifan followed behind him, utterly lacking any confidence.

The water in the sink splashed. Yan Yifan had a look of depression written all over his face. For some reason, Bai Jiangnan said, “The weather is too hot; it’s normal to have a nosebleed.”

“Yeah, I’ve had a ‘fiery’ constitution since I was a kid.” Yan Yifan leaned over the sink to clean himself up when suddenly his foot slipped. His head hit the sink with a loud thwack—it sounded painful.

“Pfft!” Bai Jiangnan immediately covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

Yan Yifan: … Don’t stop me, I want to go die! The Black Yan Yifan chibi knelt on the ground banging his head, while the White chibi tried to comfort him from the side.

Perhaps Yan Yifan’s gaze was too full of resentment, for Bai Jiangnan apologetically stopped laughing and flattened his mouth, though his eyes were still full of sparkling mirth.

So handsome! Super handsome! Huge handsome! I want a camera to record this! The obsessed Yan Yifan silently knelt before this level of beauty and changed the subject: “I’m Yan Yifan. ‘Yan’ as in color, ‘Fan’ as in numerous stars.”

Bai Jiangnan said, “I am Bai Jiangnan. ‘Bai’ as in white, ‘Jiangnan’ as in the region south of the river.”

A light breeze blew through. Yan Yifan coughed and was the first to avert his gaze, making small talk: “My girlfriend has never acted before; I expect she’ll be a bother to you in the future.”

Bai Jiangnan raised an eyebrow slightly. “Oh? But life in a film crew is very hard. I wonder if she can hold out?”

Yan Yifan: “She has to hold out. I went to a lot of trouble to squeeze her in here.”

Bai Jiangnan: “I didn’t expect the famous Young Master Yan, who ‘passes through a thousand flowers without a single leaf sticking to him,’ to be so considerate? I just wonder how many days this girlfriend can last?”

Yan Yifan looked shocked and frantic: “Am I really that promiscuous?”

Bai Jiangnan smiled and said nothing.

Even the dyed-red curls on Yan Yifan’s head seemed to tremble: “Don’t wrong me like that.”

Bai Jiangnan: “Then how about we make a bet? Let’s see if you can last three months this time?”

Yan Yifan clenched his fist: “Fine, it’s a bet! If I win, you… you…”

“If you win, I’ll treat you to dinner at a place of your choice. If I win,” Bai Jiangnan smiled at him, “you give me a bouquet of flowers.”

Yan Yifan’s heart skipped a beat. Give… give flowers? What does he mean by that?

Bai Jiangnan: “Ever since I entered this industry, it’s always been girls giving me flowers. I’ve never received flowers from a man. I think if the famous Young Master Yan gave me flowers, that would be a very interesting scene.”

Yan Yifan stared at him, feeling his head spin and his breathing grow difficult. “What kind of flowers?”

With a smile on his lips, as if he were truly just making a small joke, Bai Jiangnan said, “Any flowers will do.”

“Brother Jiang, it’s your turn!” a voice called from behind them. Bai Jiangnan gave a response and followed the person away.

Yan Yifan slumped into a chair, feeling like he was being played with, but damn, this is so exciting! Arghhh! It felt as if countless fireworks were exploding in Yan Yifan’s heart, filling his world with color.

After a short while, Bai Jiangnan emerged, dressed in moon-white robes, his eyes and brows carrying a coldness devoid of worldly desires. As he stood before the camera, his simple stance seemed to carry an ethereal, immortal aura that was intoxicating.

After several touch-ups to his makeup, Bai Jiangnan’s promotional photos were quickly finished. He walked over still in costume, a light smile playing on his lips.

“Ahhhhhhh!” Several girls nearby screamed in unison. Yan Yifan’s heart began to thud again. He also wanted to scream what should he do?!

Bai Jiangnan walked up to Yan Yifan, lowered his long eyelashes, and asked, “Want to give it a try?”

“Huh?” Yan Yifan looked like a fool.

Bai Jiangnan sat down beside him and unscrewed a bottle of mineral water to take a couple of sips, his handsome Adam’s apple bobbing. “You were staring at me just now. Don’t you want to try on ancient costumes? A lot of people want to wear them for fun the first time they see them.”

Yan Yifan’s ears turned red. Thinking that he absolutely couldn’t let his true feelings be seen, he spoke boastfully: “Not at all. I just feel that if someone as ordinary as you can be an actor, then the entertainment industry really is a ‘sea that accepts all rivers’ (all-inclusive).