Entertainment life from early spring

"Go get some more apple boxes for props. We may need them later. I want all the full-foot, half-foot and pancake boxes."

"My documents here need to be signed, why haven't I applied yet..."

"Go to the main control room and lower the lights in the shed by two gears. Will it be so bright that you will die?"

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The studio, which was more than ten square meters, was filled with the shouts of the staff one after another. The ventilation equipment was whirring, blowing fresh air from the outside into the studio.

In front of the green screen that reaches the ceiling, two figures wearing non-work clothes stand side by side. One of them, with a high braid, puts his hands on his hips and looks around. His eyes wander around the venue, carefully observing the installation and layout adjustments.

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Seeing that the work everywhere was proceeding in an orderly manner, I lowered my head and opened the photo manuscript with wrinkled edges in my hand, and once again confirmed the pose and angle required for today's artist shooting. At the same time, I drew the scene on the paper in my mind.

A three-dimensional perspective is constructed in the camera so that the corresponding angle and picture can be captured as quickly as possible when shooting.

The staff at the scene seemed to be in a fast-playing movie, walking so fast that they could almost drag out the afterimages. Only the figure with high braids seemed to be artificially frozen in a certain frame, staring motionlessly at the empty set in front of them.

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Another figure beside him stood tall and tall in high heels. Although he was holding a manuscript in front of the green screen like her, his eyes did not stay on the manuscript in his hand. Instead, he kept turning his head and looking towards

The rest area on the sidelines was full of people watching.

It wasn't until a few exclamations came from the sidelines, and the bracket leaning against the wall fell down with a loud clang, that the figure with high braids was reactivated, pressed the play button, and once again merged into the fast-paced video on the scene.

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She took out a pencil about the length of her thumb from her pocket and whispered: "Wenying, go get me the notice for the shooting. It's on the desk in the office. I want to change the order of the third and sixth shots.

, this way the steps for replacement and on-site adjustment will be fewer than now.”

She was writing marks on the edge of the manuscript. After writing a paragraph, the crisp response of the past had not yet sounded in her ears. She stopped writing and turned her head and shouted again: "Jian Wenying? Bring me the notice."

Still not getting a response, she looked up and looked to her side, only to realize that although her partner, who had been working together for many years, was holding the manuscript in her hand, her mind had already wandered elsewhere.

Following his partner's gaze, Nichkhun, who had completed his transformation, was sitting on a chair in the rest area with his back against the wall, holding his cell phone and reading with his head down attentively.

A dark blue suit jacket is paired with a wide brown striped plaid shirt. The pink diagonal striped black tie that covers the gaps in the shirt looks extremely eye-catching. But even this uncoordinated combination still looks good on him.

Able to catch the attention of ordinary people.

Whenever he raised his head and showed a sunny smile to the staff passing by, not only the female staff who happened to be passing by him, but also the clattering footsteps of other people in the studio would temporarily pause for a while, waiting for him to lower his head.

It will ring again.

She bent over with her hands behind her back, touched Jian Wenying's shoulder, and kicked the stiletto heel of his high-heeled shoes with her toes, "Looking so fascinated? I didn't see you so fascinated by them when we were filming in January. Even if you don't usually

All the high heels are on.”

"We didn't understand it in detail at that time, but it's different now."

Jian Wenying staggered a few steps due to being pushed, opened her arms and barely managed to stand still, then decisively shook her hand and slapped her, turned her head and glanced in the direction of Ni Kun, then reluctantly pulled away and looked back at her companion beside her.

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"Chi Danfeng, don't be like last time, take two days of filming in one day."

He raised his hand and patted Chi Danfeng on the shoulder, leaned over to her ear, and said solemnly: "Why don't you give me some time to rest my eyes?"

Chi Danfeng sideways glanced at her and waved the hand on his shoulder, "You are from an advertising agency. The artists you meet every month wish you had to be the same. How else do you want to support yourself?"

He took the script and slapped Jian Wenying on the back, holding her lower back and pushing her forward gently, "Go, go, bring me the notice quickly, so I can change the process quickly. Girls' Generation will come over for a co-production in the afternoon.

, If we don’t change it now, we won’t have time to do it this afternoon.”

Jian Wenying followed the force and took a few steps forward, turned around and asked, "Ah? Didn't Company S not agree to follow-up cooperation at that time? Why did it change it now?"

"The world has changed. They are still planning to make a final struggle and try to find some cooperation, form a partnership or something like that."

Chi Danfeng held a pencil to frame all the shots with the two names, and then drew a long line and dragged it to the end, "But it was useless to hide from CJEM. I looked for various opportunities to make money."

What's the use? No matter how strong it is, it's just a praying mantis."

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The sound of rolling wheels came from the corridor outside the studio. Just as the staff on both sides were about to open the door, two hanger carts filled with school uniform coats pushed open the door and barged in.

With the help of the staff, they hurriedly got into position. The staff in charge of guiding in the front breathed a sigh of relief while holding the clothes hanger, and looked at the rear of the cart, "Kang Samy Tae Yu Tae Yeon

People really can’t do it.”

Amidst the rubbing sound of fabric, Ok Taecyeon walked out of two rows of hangers with the sleeves of several clothes on his head. The muscles in his big arms seemed to swell and tear the cuffs at any time. The short sleeves used for filming were tightly

Stretched on his body, the strong chest muscles were faintly highlighted.

However, the waist and abdomen of the clothes seemed empty. When the light was backlit, the neatly arranged abdominal muscles could be seen through the clothes. The inverted triangle figure was vividly reflected on his body.

"It's nothing, just a casual thing." Ok Taeyeon waved his hand and said.

"Well, thanks to you anyway, I can help you with any little things."

"where..."

After exchanging pleasantries with the staff, Ok Taecyeon smiled and said goodbye to him, then turned and returned to the shooting area.

Yu Zeyan looked around the studio with his hands on his hips, then ran straight to the rest area, walked to Nichkhun and stood in front of him, "Brother, my manager asked you to go back to the rest room. There are still two days left before filming.

How many hours are there, why are you sitting here?"

"It's so frustrating in the lounge. There are so many people in such a small space, so why not come out and walk around more." Nichkhun lowered his head and fiddled with his phone and said without raising his head: "And just sitting in the room.

There will be no chance encounter."

"Brother?!" Yu Taeyan turned around and glanced around the venue in a panic. Seeing that everyone was busy working, no one noticed here, and there was no one else around them who could hear, so he felt at ease and sat down.

On the chair next to Kun, "Brother, you can't just say this kind of thing casually, if someone hears it and spreads it..."

"Oh, it's okay, it's all just a joke." Nichkhun raised his hand and waved casually, putting his arm around Ok Taecyeon's shoulder, while he continued to browse the web page with his other hand.

Suddenly his face lit up with joy, he raised his cell phone and handed it to Yu Taeyan, "Hey, isn't this opportunity coming? Let me tell you, there are definitely no shortage of opportunities for fellow artists to meet each other. This time you

You have to help me..."