HuaYu: Starting with Photography to Navigate the Entertainment Industry

"Um?"

Zhu Zhu felt that Xu Lang's makeup skills were already very high, so was there anything he couldn't handle?

Looking into the mirror, Chu Yi looked alright.

But upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that the treatment of the eyes and cheeks is a level below that of the other features.

It doesn't look natural!

Whether it's the outer corner of the eye or the inner corner, there are lines to follow. As long as you draw according to the lines, there shouldn't be any major problems.

But lips are different. The effect of blending them is very difficult to control. The direction and depth of the color are very difficult to control. If it is slightly off, it will look very fake.

It's not that there's no devastating effect, but rather that you end up with Ouyang Feng's "sausage lips" from the movie "The Eagle Shooting Heroes".

More importantly, the lips look engorged after a passionate kiss.

Or rather, there will be slight swelling.

It's difficult to achieve this effect with makeup alone.

Zhu Zhu looked at it and then wiped it on himself, but Xu Lang still shook his head after seeing it.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhu couldn't help but advise:

"Xu Lang, I think it's about the same, isn't it? Aren't your standards too high?"

"No!"

Xu Lang flatly rejected it; everything else was acceptable, but the lips were not.

"The lips after being forcibly kissed are the focal point of the entire image and the first thing the audience sees, so they must be effective."

Zhu Zhu also knew that this was for the best effect; to put it bluntly, it was for his own good.

"What should we do then?"

Zhu Zhu turned to look at Xu Lang, his eyes questioning.

Xu Lang rubbed his chin, and a "mischievous idea" popped into his mind.

He smiled slightly and said to Zhu Zhu,

"If we can't make it look real, then we'll make it real."

"Huh? Is it real...?"

Before Zhu Zhu could react, Xu Lang suddenly grabbed his head with both hands, and then his lips pressed forcefully against his.

"Waaaaah!"

Zhu Zhu struggled violently, flailing his arms and trying to push Xu Lang away.

But Xu Lang held his head tightly with both hands, his whole body tense, kissing him forcefully, and no matter how Zhu Zhu struggled, he couldn't break free.

Zhu Zhu felt as if his thick, full lips were being ravaged.

After the initial panic, Zhu Zhu suddenly realized:

"If you can't pull it off, then make it real, so that's what you mean?"

Although it was still hard to accept, once she had this thought, she stopped struggling and just cursed Xu Lang in her heart.

"Can you be gentler? Why are you being so rough? My lips are numb!"

But then, it wasn't just my lips that were numb.

Soon, her body began to go limp, her heart pounded violently, and her breathing became heavier and more labored.

If Xu Lang hadn't forcefully held Zhu Zhu's head, her body would have collapsed in the chair.

What's worse is that I previously thought Xu Lang was too ruthless and used too much force.

But now, that feeling is gone, and instead, there's a faint sense of anticipation.

"You could go even harder!"

Zhu Zhu's eyes gradually became unfocused.

Just then, her lips suddenly loosened, and her lips were free.

Xu Lang released his grip on her head.

"Phew~~~!"

Zhu Zhu slumped into a chair, panting heavily, his heart still pounding.

Feeling a slight itch on her lips, she subconsciously rubbed them with the back of her hand, when suddenly Xu Lang's voice rang in her ears, telling her to stop.

"Don't wipe it!"

"what?"

Zhu Zhu snapped out of her daze and looked up at Xu Lang, only to see that Xu Lang was staring at her intently.

To be precise, I was staring at her lips.

Zhu Zhu noticed that Xu Lang's eyes were shining brightly, and his face was filled with excitement.

"Look at this, how's the effect?"

"what?"

Zhu Zhu then remembered the purpose of the passionate kiss, sat up straight, and looked in the mirror.

The reflection in the mirror appears to show an earthquake of magnitude 8, centered on the lips.

The aftershocks of the earthquake spread around my lips, a truly devastating sight!

Just a glance is enough to feel the power and madness of the "strong earthquake".

Besides the lingering aftertaste, her originally rosy lips became somewhat swollen due to congestion, and the color was also darker than before.

Especially the lower lip, there are obvious signs that it has been "pressed together", and there is still some moisture below the lip line.

Even worse, there were several teeth marks on her lips.

That wasn't left by Xu Lang, but rather it was pressed out by his own innermost part when he used too much force.

From these teeth marks, one can intuitively understand:

How intense and forceful that kiss must have been!

Looking at herself in the mirror, Zhu Zhu's blush even shone through her freshly applied pale foundation.

"This... is way too suggestive!"

"Isn't being strong better?"

Xu Lang countered, "Look at those celebrity magazine covers, aren't they all blatantly suggestive? If you can outshine them, they'd be envious."

As he spoke, he also called out to Zhu Zhu.

"While the teeth marks are still there, hurry up and sit on the floor under the bed and strike a pose."

"oh!"

Zhu Zhu knew he couldn't miss the opportunity, so he quickly got up, rushed into the inner room, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Xu Lang was still standing beside her, tidying her up as he spoke:

"Even one of your earrings needs to be taken off and thrown on the ground;"

"High heels, one on, one barefoot, with the fallen one placed beside you;"

"And this bracelet."

As Xu Lang spoke, he ripped it off and threw the pieces on the ground.

"And the hair, make it a little messier."

Her hair was quite disheveled after Xu Lang hugged and kissed her head, but now, Xu Lang just ruffled it a couple of times and it was fine.

"Oh, and clothes!"

Xu Lang squatted down beside Zhu Zhu, gripping one side of the suspenders with both hands, and asked in an inquiring tone:

"I'll tear it up, okay?"

What can Zhu Zhu say now?

Moreover, Zhu Zhu is a professional, and his acceptance of these movements is far higher than that of ordinary people.

She gritted her teeth and said:

"Tear it apart!"

"Sizzle~~~!"

The shoulder strap of the suspender was torn, and with the force, a piece of fabric at the chest was also pulled up.

Inside, the white, jade-like peaks were clearly visible.

Zhu Zhu's face felt hot, and his breathing quickened.

"Here, take it, don't drop it."

Xu Lang seemed not to have seen it, placed the torn shoulder strap on Zhu Zhu's body, and was about to turn around to get the camera.

He suddenly slapped his forehead.

"Damn, I forgot one point."

Xu Lang got up and went to the outer room, found Zhu Zhu's lipstick, then came back, squatted down in front of her, opened the lipstick, and was about to apply it to her chest.

"This hickey is essential."

Just as she was about to transform, Zhu Zhu reached out and stopped her.

Her face flushed, and her voice was timid.

"Will this painting work? Doesn't it look too fake?"

"Um?"

Xu Lang's hand stopped, and as he hesitated, he saw Zhu Zhu lower his head and reply softly.

"How about we make this a real-life affair?"

"Well..."

Xu Lang was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his lips. Without saying a word, he leaned down and bit Zhu Zhu's neck and chest.

"Ahhhh!"

Zhu Zhu bit her lip lightly, making the teeth marks on it even more distinct.

A moment later.

Zhu Zhu had several hickeys on his neck and chest.

Xu Lang stood up, looked at it, and nodded in satisfaction.

"That works now!"

He turned around, picked up his camera, pointed the lens at Zhu Zhu, and instructed him:

"Your expression should be more subdued;"

Pay attention to your eyes; there should be tears.

Your lips should tremble slightly;

Pay attention to your body; you should huddle together, hug your knees, and act as if you lack a sense of security.

Most importantly, your eyes should be vacant and unfocused, like a wounded fawn, panicked and uneasy.

...

Just as Zhu Zhu said, she had always wanted to enter the entertainment industry and was working hard for it.

At that moment, the results were visible.

With Xu Lang's instructions, Zhu Zhu quickly got into character. The helplessness, the trauma, and the trembling lips made Xu Lang's heart clench.

"Good, keep it up!"

As Xu Lang spoke, the [God-Level Photography System] in his mind activated.

With the combined effect of [Intermediate Eye of Light and Shadow] and [Heart of Composition], the state of Zhu Zhu in the frame is magnified many times over.

"Click click click!"

The camera freezes in this state.

"How is it?"

As soon as Xu Lang finished filming, Zhu Zhu eagerly urged him to ask questions.

This photo was obtained after she went through countless hardships and put in a lot of effort, so how could she not value it?

Xu Lang glanced at it, then handed the camera to Zhu Zhu.

Zhu Zhu's hand trembled slightly as she took the camera.

This is her future; whether she can get into FHM magazine depends on this photo.