The director, who was satisfied so far, frowned. "Mu Ge, what is wrong? Can't you even catch the bag? Zhao Ziran, did you skip breakfast? Or did you get Alzheimer's? Why is your hand shaking?"
Zhao Ziran apologized sincerely. "I'm sorry. Let's retake it!"
Mu Ge glanced at him as he seemed to get an idea of the situation.
Take two.
Soon, Zhao Ziran yelled because the rain hit him. Cut!
The third time.
Zhao Ziran's clothes were hooked onto the wooden shards. Cut!
Take four, take five…
Zhao Ziran created NGs eight times in a row for various reasons. Other than being scolded by the director, he had nothing to lose.
On the other hand, Mu Ge had stood in the rain for half an hour, and his face had turned pale.
Everyone could tell that Zhao Ziran was doing it on purpose.
Lin Wanwan was getting mad.
Take nine.
This time, Zhao Ziran pretended to slip and caused an NG again.
