Entertainment life from early spring

Taking the photo on the first floor of a small building, Lin Yuliang stood with her legs spread apart, her hands folded and palms facing down, pressing a metal pole with an unknown purpose on the ground.

Che Qingsheng stood in front of him with his head down, raising his head cautiously to glance at him from time to time, then quickly lowering his head, then raising his head again to take a peek, and so on.

Lin Yuliang stared at him, held one end of the metal pole, lifted it up, and then paused for a moment. It made a clear clang sound, like an alarm bell before the start of the game. Hearing this, Che Qingsheng shivered, and his little mental movements suddenly stopped.

Stop, draw your shoulders inward and lower your head lower.

"I have told you so many times that you must turn on the headset during all working hours except when you are taking a break."

Lin Yuliang saw him lowering his head like a quail, casually leaned the metal rod against the wall, then turned to look at his empty ears and waist, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, "If Lian Ping XI hadn't been listening on the channel

When I call you down, I don’t even know where to look for you. Where is the MIC? Where is it?"

"It was in the way when I was lifting the stabilizer, so I took it off and put it in the prop box." Che Qingsheng muttered in a low voice.

Hearing his ridiculous reason, Lin Yuliang felt the blood vessels on his forehead twitching, "You can do it, others will only take off the headset, but you'd better not even take the receiver on."

Rolling up his sleeves, he stepped forward and patted Che Qingsheng on the shoulder, pinched the roots of his trapezius muscles, and used his fingers to exert force, "You can still listen to Team Leader Jin's arrangements clearly during the filming. If you don't get scolded, it counts as you."

You have the ability."

"Oh oh oh!! It hurts, it hurts!!!"

The stiff muscles were pinched, and the soreness and swelling invaded his sensory nerves like a prairie fire, causing him to lose the ability to move in an instant.

Che Qingsheng covered his shoulders with his hands, like a red deer whose throat was bitten by a tiger. His facial features were gathered together and crumpled into a ball in pain. His body collapsed amidst the screams, and his limbs were still flailing and struggling.

As the two people went down the stairs and disappeared on the floor, everyone could no longer hold back the curiosity and gossip in their hearts. Just when they were about to burst out the cheers in their throats, Lu Lianping left and came back again, dragging the unfolded telescopic hand in her hand.

Rod, with a shrill wail as accompaniment, walked up the stairs with a smile on his face.

The image was fixed in his mind, and the girls standing in the two rows immediately shook their heads in unison.

"No?" Lu Lianping couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief while holding the script, and her tense nerves relaxed, and she bowed slightly to the girls, "Then I'll go do other work first. If you need anything, you can come to me. I'll try my best.

help."

Then he put the script in his hand on the table, "I put the script here, you can read it at will."

"Nei, Consamida."×n

Lu Lianping closed the screen as she thanked her, separating the girls from the space where they were preparing to shoot.

Although the blocking is more of a symbolic meaning, it still blocks the eyes of others to some extent, allowing girls who do not have a private room to be relatively relaxed and convenient for them to take a temporary rest.

At the same time, the footsteps of the staff outside the screen became obviously more rapid. Lu Lianping's departure undoubtedly heralded the arrival of the official recording, and the noisy noise gradually became louder.

"Oh, the script I was given this time is really general. It can talk about anything and everything. I'm not used to it."

Cui Xiuying walked to the round table as she spoke, opened the script and flipped to the last few pages, running her fingers over the text, "If we talk about our trivial quarrels, Hyoyeon and I will be in the forum by then.

It’s not like you can take advantage.”

"What do you mean? Just say it plainly." Jessica, who was sitting on the chair next to her with her legs crossed, put down the copy of the script and looked up at Cui Xiuying with her slender eyes, revealing her iconic eyebrows.

The already cold face, coupled with two slight changes in expression, made the usual latent aggression suddenly become more intense.

"I didn't say anything." Cui Xiuying held the table with her hands and leaned half on the edge of the table. "I just felt that I should have studied more in the answer class, so that I wouldn't have to worry about open topics."

Jessica leaned back against the back of the chair, picked up the magazine and raised it in front of her eyes, blocking Cui Xiuying's gaze, "Then after the shooting is over, go back and study hard. The teacher will definitely not mind you studying again."

"you!"

"What do I do? Need help?" Jessica tilted her script to the right and raised her eyebrows in her left eye, "I got along well with the teacher when you went to country R. If you have trouble applying, I can help you."

"ah!"

Cui Xiuying slammed the table and was about to have a fit when Kim Taeyeon, who was sitting next to her, jumped in and said loudly: "Quiet!"