Chapter Eighty-Two: There Will Always Be a Way When the Cart Reaches the Mountain

At first, he thought there might be several retakes. Ouyang was already prepared to work overtime if necessary.

First, although both he and Zhuge Ming agreed that Bai Ling was the most suitable choice for the lead role—they sensed an indescribable, special charm about her—there were still concerns. After all, Bai Ling was a woman; to portray the shock of time travel, along with some comedic effects, as convincingly as a man would, was no easy feat. Not just for Bai Ling—many seasoned, powerful actors might not pull it off perfectly.

Secondly, Bai Ling was a newcomer who had never acted before, so the word “experienced” had nothing to do with her. Taking everything into account, Ouyang felt the situation was less than promising.

But as the camera began to roll and Bai Ling started her performance, Ouyang Ruofeng’s expression gradually changed—from initial worry and seriousness, to focused immersion, and finally, after the scene ended, to surprise.

When they finished a segment, Ouyang stood up abruptly. “Bai Ling, are you sure you’re not a man?”

Of course, after being rewarded with a flying slipper, Ouyang moved on and continued directing the shoot.

Half an hour later, he watched the raw footage in amazement, clicking his tongue in wonder.

“Genius!”

“Bai Ling, you truly are a little genius.”

“I never expected you could deliver the effect I wanted so perfectly. I’m starting to believe you might have the soul of a man inside you.”

Feeling a bit sore after the scene, Bai Ling muttered to herself. Of course—that’s the value of playing true to oneself.

Still, although she thought this, outwardly she put on a silly act and retorted with a few teasing words.

All in all, she was amazed to discover that acting outside the scene was more exhausting than acting within it.

Truly, as the saying goes, life is but a stage.

Tsk tsk!

Thanks to Bai Ling’s brilliant performance, today’s scenes were all wrapped up in just an hour. With no other props or sets prepared, Bai Ling could only clock off early.

This showcased the advantage of genuine talent—everyone benefitted.

So, Bai Ling began to consider: perhaps it was time to use those two acting training cards. Then she’d be able to leave work early and happily.

Before removing her makeup and packing up, Bai Ling quietly praised herself—a clever little fox, indeed.

The next day, she went back to the set.

That’s right—after going home the previous night, she had simply lazed around and completely forgotten about the acting training cards.

Luckily, the second day’s scenes were similar to the first—mainly showing the heroine, Zhang Pengpeng, struggling to adapt to being a woman and causing some comedic mishaps.

The result was just as predictable: Bai Ling delivered a flawless performance and passed in one take.

There were a few minor retakes, mostly because the surrounding crew laughed too loudly, disrupting Miss Bai’s perfect delivery.

However, for the sake of future development, Bai Ling made a silent vow—today, she would definitely use an acting training card.

On the third day, after filming, Bai Ling was full of emotion.

“Oh, Bai Ling, how can you be so lazy? All you have to do is use the training card to improve your skills—how can you not even manage that?”

No, this time she was determined: she would use the training card today.

And so, on the fourth day, Bai Ling arrived on set with her acting skills as unimproved as ever.

But today’s scenes were different. The interactions between the heroine Zhang Pengpeng and the male lead were increasing, and their relationship was shifting from awkwardness to subtle attraction.

Now, it was time for Bai Ling to showcase her beauty, along with some less masculine expressions.

So, she spent the entire afternoon stuck in retakes.

“Cut! Bai Ling, your expression is off—be more natural.”

“Cut! Still not right. Relax! What do I mean by natural? For example, when you wake up in the morning and drink water—just that natural, okay?”

“Cut! Bai Ling, I’m really disappointed in you today. Are you not feeling well?”

By the tenth “cut,” Bai Ling raised her hand. “Let’s take a two-hour break!”

Ouyang lamented the delay, but nodded in agreement.

During those two hours, Bai Ling finally couldn’t take it anymore.

“System, use the training cards! Use them all, and use them hard!”

See? There’s always a way forward when you reach the end of the road.

After activating the training card, Bai Ling drifted off into a deep sleep—or so everyone thought.

In reality, Bai Ling had entered a unique space, identical in every way to the world of “The Rise of the Prince Consort.”

According to the system’s instructions, Bai Ling could freely step into any scene of the drama and begin acting it out.

Even if her performance wasn’t good, she could reset and try again. Through relentless practice and refinement, once she felt she had truly mastered the scene, she could move on to the next one.

It sounded simple, and the acting training card was indeed incredibly useful.

The key was time: because time flowed differently here, one two-hour training card allowed Bai Ling to rehearse for ten days or even half a month.

Tick tock.

After two hours, Bai Ling was roused from the nanny van by Miaomiao.

“Miss Bai, Director Ouyang is starting to call for you.”

“Wake up—let’s get back to the shoot.”

Bai Ling flashed an OK sign and set off, feeling light and ready.

As soon as they began, Ouyang noticed something had changed.

After a few retakes earlier, Bai Ling had seemed tense, unable to relax—a state in which it’s hard to deliver a spectacular performance. That’s why Ouyang had agreed to the two-hour break.

But now, she was completely in the zone—her energy perfectly aligned.

Somehow, Ouyang’s own confidence grew.

“Action!”

Ten minutes later, Ouyang cheerfully brought Bai Ling a bottle of water.

“Miss Bai, you worked hard! Your performance just now was amazing!”

Bai Ling rolled her eyes extravagantly. “Director Ouyang, weren’t you disappointed in me just a while ago?”

Ouyang laughed heartily. “Nonsense! How could I ever be disappointed in you?”

“You’re our big boss—how could I dare?”

“See? You performed wonderfully! I’m growing more confident in this show by the day.”

Bai Ling shook her head helplessly. “Let’s hurry and finish today’s scenes. I want to go home and rest.”

Ouyang snapped to attention. “Yes, ma’am! Mission guaranteed to be accomplished!”

The following scenes all went smoothly in a single take. It was no joke—Bai Ling had already rehearsed each of them hundreds of times in her mind’s training space.

How could she not nail them?

P.S.: Just starting out—posting each chapter as I finish. Minimum of five chapters, that won’t change.