Shattering the talent show script, sweeping the world film scene

The song selection process does not immediately begin the rehearsal phase.

If that's the case, 15 days' worth of footage probably won't be enough to make two episodes.

The production team always intersperses relevant activities between practice and performances, such as GG videos of Class A contestants, individual videos filmed to solidify fan base, group activities like sunrise runs and sunset photo shoots, and dormitory daily life shown in bonus videos.

Laughter and cheerful voices came from next door; they were clearly playing a game.

Dormitory 403 is now accepting new residents.

After wiping down the two beds and two tables with sweat dripping down his face, Chi Ziyou opened the door to greet his friend: "Come on in, come on in, I've already cleaned beds number one and number three."

The visitors were Fang Weiyang and Xie Xingyan.

To be honest, Chi Ziyou wasn't surprised that Fang Weiyang would move in, but he was quite surprised that it was Xie Xingyan who offered to live together.

Xie Xingyan said that they are now a team and need to prepare for the three public events together, so it would be best for them to stay together for the next 14 days.

That's what they say.

But Xie Xingyan's original roommates were a group of outstanding students from Class A.

There will definitely be more camera time when I'm with them than now.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and help me get this, it's going to fall..." Fang Weiyang said, unable to hold on any longer.

Chi Ziyou quickly stepped forward: "Oh, I'm here, which bed do you want?"

"Whatever, the captain can choose first."

Xie Xingyan glanced at the layout of the dormitory room; Jiangxi Heng's bed was number four.

He walked to bed number three and put his things down.

Xie Xingyan thought: This is so that there will be more interactive shots.

"Where did Jiangxi Heng go?" Xie Xingyan had almost finished making the bed, but found that Jiangxi Heng hadn't appeared yet. Surely he hadn't gone to play games with the people next door?

Chi Ziyou: "Xiheng said he went to the gym on the third floor and told us not to worry about him. He will meet us at the practice room at eight o'clock tonight."

"Gym?"

Xie Xingyan was stunned. The room that the production team used for decoration probably didn't even have cameras installed. What was Jiangxi Heng doing there? He couldn't have gone to the gym, could he?

It really is.

Half an hour later, Xie Xingyan stood at the entrance of the gym on the third floor, silently watching the man inside doing crunches.

The man's movements were surprisingly precise. He moved the roller forward and back slowly, doing about ten repetitions before stopping. Large drops of sweat dripped from his forehead and body, suggesting that he had done other aerobic exercises before I arrived.

Jiangxi Heng casually wiped the sweat from his eyes and wasn't surprised to see an extra person in the gym.

"Did Chi Ziyou tell you that?"

Xie Xingyan gave a soft "hmm" and stepped onto the treadmill, as if reminding the other person, or perhaps himself: "As far as I know, the production team probably won't install cameras in the gym."

A single camera costs tens of thousands, and a better one costs over a hundred thousand. Placing it in this neglected place is simply a waste.

Jiangxi Heng opened a bottle of mineral water and took a sip: "I know, I can sweat it out here."

He wasn't working out for the camera; he was working out for himself. When you work out in front of the camera, you always have too many concerns, such as looking disheveled from sweating profusely, looking ugly from panting, or looking weak from trembling muscles.

If he wants the camera, he'll use every means at his disposal to get it, just like he has these days.

Xie Xingyan's fingers gently traced the handlebars of the treadmill before she slowly stepped onto it.

"There's still an hour until eight o'clock."

When Jiangxi Heng looked at Xie Xingyan again, the other party had already adjusted his breathing, his straight, snow-white calves bulged out the shape of small muscles, and he was wearing a pair of black running shoes, running at a steady and not slow pace.

He stood there holding the mineral water bottle, chuckling softly. The more he looked at Xie Xingyan, the more he felt that Xie Xingyan resembled his younger self.

Stubborn, yet quick to understand; intelligence, ambition, and principles are all mixed together and stuffed into this soul.

The two silently worked on their fitness at the gym, oblivious to whether cameras were filming their efforts, unaware of how much they could accomplish in an hour and a half, and oblivious to the heat emanating from their sweat-soaked clothes.

4399: [It's almost 10 o'clock, host, you can end your exercise for today!]

Jiangxi Heng stepped forward: "Let's go."

Xie Xingyan stopped, panting. After running for an hour, he felt much better and replied, "Okay."

Jiangxi Heng looked down at his legs: "You need to stretch in a bit."

Xie Xingyan hurried back to take a shower and quickly left the gym: "Let's go to the practice room to stretch."

The rickety door was gently closed. After a while, a staff member who regularly cleans the common areas entered the gym and was surprised to find that the gym had been used recently. Even the bottled water in the cardboard box next to it had been taken away.

The staff immediately brought up the matter with the director.

Chief director Song Wei was busy planning the contestants' activities for the next few days. He waved his hand impatiently and said, "Go find the camera crew and ask for another camera... get a Class II camera."

One type of camera is placed in the most important locations, such as the stage and the players' practice room, and can capture images according to instructions.

Type II cameras are more rigid, as they can only be fixed in a certain corner. Fortunately, the recorded footage can be automatically saved.

The staff member nodded: "Okay."

An hour later, another camera appeared in the gym.

Jiangxi Heng and Xie Xingyan, who had already showered and arrived at the practice room, were completely unaware of this. The four of them sat together with two sheets of paper stacked between them. Fang Weiyang peeked over and asked, "Is this the song you and your friend co-wrote?"

After looking at it for a while, he said dejectedly, "I don't understand it."

Chi Ziyou couldn't understand it at all.

Xie Xingyan took out the lyrics sheet folded underneath: "Let's divide them into parts first."

First, divide the singing parts so that everyone has something to practice, and then he will have time to choreograph.

Xie Xingyan believes that he is the only one among the four who has the ability to choreograph a completely new dance, and he has decided to quietly take on this part.

Jiangxi Heng stood up: "Shall I play the instrument and you sing?"

Xie Xingyan had no objection. The moment he saw the song, he felt that it was extraordinary. Both the melody and the lyrics were top-notch.

However, he was still unsure of the extent of Jiangxi Heng's playing skills.

"Can you do it?"

Jiangxi Heng sat at the electronic keyboard, his slender fingers pressing the keys casually. A true expert's touch is immediately apparent.

"We need to ask the production team for some classical instruments; the arrangement of this song must use classical instruments."

Xie Xingyan stared at him blankly. Did this mean that this person could play other musical instruments?

After Jiangxi Heng finished testing his voice, he gently pressed his fingers together, looked up at Xie Xingyan. His eyes, pupils, and eyelids were all vividly colored, yet the emotions in his eyes were light and shallow, like the white line where the sea meets the sky.

He asked, "Are you ready?"

Xie Xingyan took a deep breath and nodded twice involuntarily.

He thought that no one could maintain their usual composure under Jiangxi Heng's gaze.

The actors are terrifying.