But if we don't let Ying'er speak,
who knows what trouble she might stir up after holding it in for so long.
Lin Yu pointed at Ying'er and asked,
"Ying'er, anything you want to say?"
Mo Shangying grinned, baring her teeth:
"Master, Maomao, I have a great idea about this!"
"How about we recreate the scene of when Aunt Ruxue arrives in a fun way?"
"Maomao grew up with Aunt Ruxue, so she definitely knows her habits and mannerisms."
"Let her play Aunt Ruxue, and I'll have a conversation with her."
"Master can supervise and guide us since you're professionally trained in this—you're good at acting."
"I’ll call this method... the 'Scene Reenactment Technique'!"
Lin Yu: "..."
About this matter, I’ve already called the cops!
What does she mean by "good at acting"?
That doesn’t sound like a compliment at all!
What’s even more absurd is...
Did Ying'er plant a camera on him?
Her "Scene Reenactment Technique" is practically identical to Lin Yu’s "Performance Teaching Method."
Is this what they call inheriting a master’s legacy?
How could they even overlap in creativity?!
Before Lin Yu could respond,
Maomao’s eyes lit up first, mimicking Ying'er’s gesture by raising her hand with her elbow propped.
Lin Yu gave her a skeptical "go ahead" look.
Maomao excitedly said:
"I think Ying's idea is brilliant! I agree!"
Ying'er clapped her hands in relief, smirking:
"Hehe~ What does Master think?"
"Isn’t my method super fun?"
Alright, alright.
The involved parties have already made their stance clear.
His opinion doesn’t even matter anymore!
Lin Yu could only pretend to ponder before nodding in approval:
"It is a good method. We often have to act ourselves when filming school projects."
"But watching others perform in front of me? That’s a first."
"So... I’ll just sit back and enjoy the show?"
Before Lin Yu could take a step, Maomao raised her hand again.
Lin Yu: "What now? Something else?"
Maomao: "Yu, you might have to help out a bit more—no one’s playing me yet."
Lin Yu: "..."
Ying'er: "Hahaha!"
Lin Yu stiffened his face and walked up to Maomao.
Maomao looked up at him, her eyes blinking rapidly.
The next moment—
Lin Yu crossed his middle and index fingers and flicked them elegantly.
"Bonk!"
"Ack—oww..."
Maomao immediately clutched her head, bending over in pain.
The sudden flick left her both wronged and sore.
Lin Yu asked irritably:
"Wow, so meticulous, huh?"
"Should we also find someone to play Sister Weiwei?"
"And another for Sister Shanshan?"
"Actually, let’s just hire some extras to play the roommates who might be in the apartment too!"
"Better yet, let’s just film this at a studio—plenty of actors there."
After saying this,
Lin Yu turned his glare toward Ying'er.
Ying'er "whoosh" covered her head and scrambled back two steps.
That crisp "bonk" sounded painfully solid.
If it landed on her head, she’d probably be knocked silly!
She knew exactly how strong Lin Yu’s flicks were.
"I—I didn’t say anything!"
"Two people acting is plenty. Thanks for cooperating, Master!"
Ying'er tugged Maomao’s arm, signaling her to stop fussing over the pain and speak up.
Maomao rubbed the flicked spot, her face red as she muttered:
"Two people... is fine."
Lin Yu nodded in satisfaction.
Even the "Monkey King Maomao" couldn’t escape the Buddha’s flick!
Why not just act from the start instead of making a scene?
Lin Yu pulled over Ying'er’s gaming chair and sat down comfortably, facing the two.
Ying'er and Maomao exchanged glances.
They stood frozen, neither speaking.
Maomao whispered:
"Shouldn’t someone yell 'Action'? I’ve seen movies do that—"
Before she could finish—
"Flick! Flick!"
The sound of fingers snapping in the air cut her off.
Maomao immediately straightened up and walked to the door, announcing to Ying'er:
"Ying, I’ll count down, and we’ll start, okay?"
Ying'er flashed an "OK" sign, eagerly stretching her limbs.
Lin Yu watched Ying'er’s little fangs peek out as she grinned, and a wave of unease hit him.
This girl is probably...
trying not to laugh at what she’s about to say, isn’t she?
"Three, two, one—action!"
Maomao began the first round of their improvised scene.
Amateurs will be amateurs.
No matter how enthusiastic they were earlier, thinking their method was genius,
once it came to actual acting—without training or natural flair—it was a mess.
Lin Yu sighed and called out:
"Cut!"
"Since when did Aunt Ruxue walk like a robot?"
"Are her arms and legs synced on the same side?"
"Maomao, your notes described her as 'graceful and flawless, almost impossible to read.'"
"Right now, you’re nothing but flaws!"
Maomao’s face burned red.
In any aspect, she didn’t want to be looked down on by "Zero."
She knew how terrible that first take was.
"I’ll do it again."
This time, Lin Yu took charge:
"Positions. Three, two, one—go."
Maomao recalled Aunt Ruxue’s demeanor and tried mimicking her poised walk.
But after one step, her mental block returned:
"Doing this in front of Yu and Ying is just too embarrassing!"
Lin Yu couldn’t be bothered to coach her on "voice, movement, expression" anymore.
They didn’t have time for perfection—just something passable would do.
If they nitpicked, they’d have to start with basic acting exercises!
While her posture was still awkward, Maomao’s dialogue actually had some authenticity...
"Maomao, aren’t you going to introduce your friend to Auntie?"
Maomao faced the air, speaking with a condescending yet smiling tone.
After a pause, she extended a hand toward Ying'er and said:
"So you’re Little Z. It’s a pleasure to meet you."
Ying'er: "!!!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
At this point, Maomao fully slipped into character.
It was like a haughty aunt had possessed her!
Lin Yu suddenly realized—
Ying'er’s joke of a method might actually be necessary.
Some things just can’t be conveyed through words alone.
For example:
"Aunt Ruxue" claimed to be "pleased" and even offered a handshake...
but her hand hovered two to three meters away.
Her arm outstretched, eyes fixed on Ying'er.
It was obvious—
she expected Ying'er to step forward and shake her hand.
A brilliant subtle detail in the performance!
This one small gesture alone revealed Aunt Ruxue’s utterly superior attitude.
Ying'er’s reaction was equally genuine.
After a few stunned seconds, she moved to shake hands.
Maomao quickly interjected:
"Report to Director Yu—I think there are two possible scenarios next."
"Can I perform the first one?"
...
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