Unlike the rest who hadn't quite managed to adapt, An Ning adjusted beautifully. It wasn't that she didn't feel the heat or enjoy sweat rolling down her face. It was simply… part of the job.
Reality show or not, they were being paid to appear on it. And if she had learned anything from years in the industry, it was that effort on camera translated into opportunities off camera.
Besides, compared to night shoots on freezing mountain sets or filming emotional scenes after three days of no sleep, a rice field under the sun was practically a spa day.
The cast barely had time to catch their breath before the director clapped his hands again, proving once more that mercy was not part of the production budget.
"Alright." The director clapped his hands to get their attention. "Now for next segment."
A collective groan rolled across the cast like a soft breeze of despair. Despair had become the unofficial theme of the day.
