The female supporting role is really here to mess things up

Chapter 235 Activity Arrangement: Pottery Making

When the news that Yang Wuxi and Zhou Siming were about to become a team came out on the radio, both of them felt helpless and frustrated. Their previous experience of getting along was like walking in a thorny bush, and every conversation was like a collision between Mars and the Earth, full of gunpowder. Today's teaming up was undoubtedly adding insult to injury for them.

Yang Wuxi muttered to herself that she would rather choose the anime peripherals she had already bought than to be in a group with Zhou Siming. She felt that the magnetic fields between her and Zhou Siming were completely different, like two parallel lines that would never intersect.

The two walked down from the upstairs, and when their eyes met, they both chose to glance at each other indifferently. Their eyes were full of displeasure and alienation, as if they were telling each other in a wordless way: "I really don't want to be in the same group with you."

When they heard the director's request that they share a car to go to the destination, their annoyance reached its peak. They got into the car expressionlessly, and the atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.

The makeup artist took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to get in the car. Facing the two cold-hearted partners in front of her, she felt an unprecedented pressure. The atmosphere in the car was like frozen frost, which made her shiver involuntarily.

She walked gently to Yang Wuxi's side, trying to keep her voice steady: "Miss Yang... I, I want to ask, do you have any suggestions about Mr. Zhou's makeup?"

Yang Wuxi tilted her head slightly, her eyes like the brightest stars in the night sky, flashing a unique light. She turned to the makeup artist, her lips curled up in a standard arc, and the smile seemed to have been precisely calculated, just right to show her elegance and calmness. Then, she responded concisely: "You ask him." The determination and alienation in her tone were like a gust of cold wind in the cold winter, instantly making the makeup artist feel the biting chill. She couldn't help but shudder, secretly wondering what kind of deep hatred there was between the two partners, so that they couldn't even cooperate on such a small matter as makeup.

The makeup artist smiled awkwardly and turned to look at Zhou Siming. He was sitting there with an indifferent look on his face, staring out the window with empty eyes, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him. Her heart tightened, knowing that this mission might not be so smooth.

In desperation, the makeup artist had to do it herself. She tried to adjust her mentality and try not to let external pressure affect her work. She carefully observed Zhou Siming's facial contours and skin texture, trying to create a makeup look for him that would suit his temperament and show his best condition in front of the camera.

Zhou Sibei and Zhang Minglian's team was also shrouded in an unpleasant atmosphere. When Zhang Minglian heard his name closely linked to Zhou Sibei on the radio, his mood instantly fell to the bottom. He knew that he was about to usher in a day of "serving" life, as if he had seen his "tragic" fate.

At the same time, Zhou Sibei was in an equally bad mood. Her resistance to Zhang Minglian was almost written on her face. When she thought about having to spend the whole day with him today, her heart was filled with unhappiness. After going downstairs, their eyes met unexpectedly. Zhang Minglian saw the obvious reluctance on Zhou Sibei's face, and he couldn't help feeling heavy in his heart.

He sighed secretly. He hadn't even started to complain yet, but the other party had already shown such strong dissatisfaction. But considering Zhou Sibei's identity and status, he still tried to maintain superficial politeness. He forced a smile and greeted Zhou Sibei, "Sibei, let's get going quickly."

However, Zhou Sibei did not respond to his smile, but nodded coldly, and then took the lead in walking towards the car. Zhang Minglian shook his head helplessly and followed.

After hearing the announcement from the previous group, Duan Wu and Shen Ji knew who they would be meeting. The former was both happy and worried: she was happy that she would meet Shen Ji, a guest she liked, which was undoubtedly something she was looking forward to. However, she was worried because she knew that her mission target was not Shen Ji, which made her feel a little confused and at a loss. The latter kept a distance from Duan Wu, so that she could stay away from him.

Each group of guests arrived at different places and had dinner together. Since Lu Qingxi is from Beijing, the director team specially arranged a table of Beijing dishes for her to enjoy. Han Yisu sat down face to face with Lu Qingxi, but Lu Qingxi didn't seem to be very interested in the conversation. She sat quietly at the table, concentrating on tasting the Beijing dishes in front of her.

Han Yisu noticed Lu Qingxi's silence, but he didn't feel embarrassed. He silently observed Lu Qingxi, and saw her sometimes showing a satisfied smile, and sometimes frowning slightly, as if she was savoring the taste of each dish. He was also attracted by the Beijing dishes on the table and began to taste them carefully.

Although Lu Qingxi did not speak, Han Yisu took the initiative to lead the topic. He quietly introduced each dish on the table, from the crispy roast duck to the salty and sweet shredded pork in Beijing sauce, his words were full of love for food and concern for Lu Qingxi. However, Lu Qingxi just nodded slightly, indicating that he was listening but did not participate in the discussion.

Han Yisu did not give up. He continued to observe Lu Qingxi's reaction, sometimes picking food for her, and sometimes asking her if she liked the taste. Although his actions were subtle, they were full of warmth and care. Although Lu Qingxi did not speak, her eyes showed some acceptance of Han Yisu.

As time went by, the dining atmosphere gradually became relaxed and harmonious. Although Lu Qingxi remained silent, she had already begun to adapt to Han Yisu dining with her. Han Yisu also got to know Lu Qingxi's personality and preferences better through this time with her.

Before the afterglow of the meal faded, Lu Qingxi and Han Yisu walked out of the restaurant side by side and were led by the program team to a simple and elegant handmade pottery studio. The sunlight shone through the half-open windows and onto the table where various pottery tools were placed, creating a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.

A smiling teacher came up to them and introduced the basic steps and exquisite techniques of pottery making. The teacher's voice was gentle and contagious. She first gave a concise explanation of the overall process of pottery making, and then personally demonstrated the key steps such as kneading clay, shaping and carving. Each movement was smooth and natural, as if talking to the clay, telling the ancient craftsmanship and wisdom.

Lu Qingxi was deeply attracted by the charm of pottery. She listened to the teacher's explanation attentively, with excitement in her eyes. However, when she tried to make pottery herself, she found that it was not easy. When kneading the clay, she did not control the strength properly, resulting in the clay being either too tight to shape or too loose to be formed.

In the warm atmosphere of the pottery studio, Lu Qingxi was kneading the clay with great concentration, but her brows were slightly furrowed, and she was obviously encountering some difficulties. Just when she was feeling frustrated, Han Yisu quietly walked to her side. He carefully observed Lu Qingxi's operation, and then gently reminded her: "Qingxi, try to relax a little and make your fingers more flexible. When kneading the clay, feel the flow of the clay in your hands instead of squeezing it with force."

Lu Qingxi listened to Han Yisu's advice and tried to relax her fingers. Sure enough, the clay became softer and easier to shape in her hands. She looked at Han Yisu gratefully, with gratitude and approval in her eyes.

As time went by, beads of sweat began to appear on Lu Qingxi's forehead. Han Yisu noticed this, and his heart tightened. He immediately picked up the tissue on the table and gently wiped the sweat off Lu Qingxi's forehead. Lu Qingxi was slightly stunned and felt a little awkward, but because she was sitting now and it was really inconvenient to move, she could only let Han Yisu wipe the sweat off her forehead.