As a perfectionist, Zhou Canran is practically a breath of fresh air in show business. The moment she saw the flawed final photo, she marched over to confront the retoucher.
The man seemed not to recognize her. "Sorry, but I'm not going to retouch you one hair at a time."
Zhou Canran: What a tasteless jerk!
Fu Yinan: What a difficult client.
Her agent landed her an endorsement deal with a wedding dress shop. Under Zhou Canran's strict supervision, every step went perfectly, yet there were still a few minor flaws.
As the shop's owner and retoucher, Fu Yinan: ...
This time, it was his own business, so he couldn't just walk away. He had no choice but to play games while listening to her ramble.
"You can't render an effect like that. We'd have to make a whole new program."
"Then just make one."
He hit pause. "I think finding a different spokesperson would be faster."
That night, Zhou Canran angrily opened her game and vented to the expert player she had always admired. "You have no idea how awful he was. His skills are clearly the problem, but he accused me of making a fuss. That's so unfair!"
The usually aloof expert replied instantly: Is it possible he's just lazy?
Zhou Canran: ?
Several years later, a promotional image on a Shali Bridal advertising screen showed a woman's exquisite beauty from every angle, without a single flaw. Countless passersby stopped to admire it.
"Hmph. Didn't you say you couldn't make an effect like this?"
"That's because your boyfriend is a genius." Zhou Yinan yawned sleepily. "Good night, M87 Nebula's Number One Blind Monk."
Zhou Canran, suddenly addressed by her game handle: "You're asking for it!"
Theme: Love fears no hardship or danger
