In mid-September, the autumn tiger is rampant.
After the recess running exercise, Xie Lan stood at the sycamore tree at the entrance of the stadium, his soul running away.
In the senior year of Yingzhong High School, there are two runs every day between classes. Each class forms a square formation, holding the students together like sandwich biscuits, and jogs for twenty minutes in a leisurely manner.
It's not that he can't exercise, but he doesn't have enough endurance. Running like this might as well kill him.
When Dou Sheng finally ran to buy some water and brought it back, he slowly came back to his senses.
Life is not easy, Xie Lan sighed.
I was originally admitted to the High School, and I thought that the senior year of high school would be easy, but I didn't expect that the life of the senior high school students in China would be so difficult.
For example, the "College Entrance Exam Vocabulary Broadcast" rang on time in the dormitory at five in the morning.
Every day after dinner, Hu Xiujie stood at the door and confiscated the snacks outside the west gate.
On an ordinary Tuesday night, Lao Qin wrote four essays from the college entrance examination.
A chemistry teacher wore a periodic table T-shirt to work. After wearing it for a week, it turned into a common chemical equation the next week.
This is not an exaggeration. When I came back one weeknight, Xie Lan was so frightened as soon as she entered the classroom door. She stood on the podium and stared at the bottom with small eyes for a long time, and then suddenly realized that all the girls were The bangs are cut to half a centimeter above the eyebrows.
Just... quite bald.
In a thousand words, it is the word "hardcore". If Hu Xiujie hadn't ordered Dou Sheng not to bring a camera as a senior in high school, the amount of material in "Hardcore High School Survival Record" might have doubled.
Counting the days on my fingers, I finally made it to the end of September, National Day, and the three-day holiday I was looking forward to.
It rained the night before the holiday. The windows in the corridor were open, and there was a draft. A whole row of classroom doors smashed into the door frames one after another. The bell rang during the penultimate evening self-study period, and Xie Lan went to the toilet.
Just as he was about to shush, a buddy from General A next to him suddenly cleared his throat.
"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the apes are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sands of Zhugong." The man recited the words eloquently to the tile wall of the toilet: "The boundless falling trees are rustling, and the Yangtze River is nowhere to be seen."
Xie Lan was extremely shocked, "What are you doing?"
"It's a pity that time in the bathroom was wasted. I just recite it." The man replied, and changed a song: "The strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The strings are noisy like a murmur. The strings are noisy. , beads falling on the jade plate... Hey brother, I'm sorry, are you so disturbed by me that you can't pee? "
Xie Lan was at a loss.
"Then let me change a song to help you." He said, "The silver bottle is broken, water slurry bursts out, and the cavalry stands out with swords and guns. The song ends..."
"No need." Xie Lan silently pulled up his pants, turned around and left expressionlessly.
After returning to his seat and sitting down, Dou Sheng smiled and asked, "How are you, Ermao?"
Xie Lan sighed, "I want to escape from this scary high school."
"Do you know why?" Che Ziming turned his head and said mysteriously: "Because you were admitted, so these pains are unnecessary for you, and they are even more painful. But for us, Huang Gai is still working hard, and we are happy with it, you know?”
"Huang Gai?" Xie Lan was even more confused, "Huang Gai acts like an aunt? What do you mean?"
"Okay, okay." Dou Sheng quickly pulled him to sit down, "If you don't bear with me anymore, I'll have a holiday soon."
The school bell rang, and the sound of Hu Xiujie's high heels rang in the corridor.
Xie Lan took the time to ask Dou Sheng: "We are going to shoot tomorrow, right?"
Dou Sheng hummed, "The Fu Huadao team has made an appointment. The scenes to be shot this time have been completed. We will try to shoot three sets during the three-day National Day holiday."
Hearing this, Xie Lan took a deep breath, nodded and said, "Okay."
He knew that Dou Sheng was interested in this animation kaleidoscope video, but he had never thought that he was so interested in it before.
After the arrangement was finalized, Dou Sheng began to contact the team. Scene construction, costume teachers, photography teachers, martial arts instructors, post-production and special effects production were all hired from the most professional studios. That day, he used Dou Sheng's iPad to catch up. Dou Sheng's WeChat was hanging in the background, and a notification suddenly popped up, saying that more than 80,000 yuan had been swiped from the card.
He was shocked and hurried to ask, but Dou Sheng said that he just paid a deposit first.
Xie Lan was stunned for a while. He never thought that he would spend hundreds of thousands in one video.
In my senior year of high school, I had four periods of self-study in the evening. School ended at half past eleven, and I got home at eleven. He went back home and took a shower. The bathroom door was half open and he was drying his hair. He vaguely heard Dou Sheng still talking on the phone.
AwarenessSwitch the hair dryer to low wind mode.
"Snow must be made directly without post-processing, otherwise it will be too fake. Is your machine in place?"
"Yeah, the moon can be polished later."
"How many camera teachers will be there tomorrow?... Where are the camera seats?... Okay, then we'll arrive at about seven in the morning."
Dou Sheng hung up the phone, leaned in and said, "Young hero, do you want to blow dry your hair?"
Xie Lansuo put the hair dryer on and said, "Are you going to shoot tomorrow? Is the photo finally set?"
"Yeah. These three days we will shoot the 'Snow' group, tomorrow we will shoot Sesshomaru, the day after tomorrow we will shoot Shen Yimu, and the day after tomorrow we will shoot Amano." Dou Sheng said.
Shen Yimu and Amano are both male protagonists in fantasy Chinese comics. Xie Lan is not familiar with them, but he is very familiar with Sesshomaru.
"Youkai Sesshomaru." He couldn't help but look at Dou Sheng's face.
Dou Sheng smiled and said: "What I am most worried about in the whole project is that Sesshomaru, the only monster male protagonist, is too two-dimensional. If the filming is not good, the whole video will collapse."
"I think it's okay." Xie Lan nodded seriously, "Just the outlines are similar, don't worry."
He has watched a lot of cosplay online these days, and he feels that the key to the success or failure of a cosplay lies in whether the face shape matches the character or not. For example, in the same cosplay of Sesshomaru, some cosplayers have too much bald points and are a bit evil, without the fairy spirit of Sesshomaru. The cheeks of some cosplayers are too full, and the feeling of the paper figures cannot be felt, which is inconsistent no matter how you look at them.
But Dou Sheng really had a good face shape. He originally had a pointed chin, which was pointy but not long. Two days ago, he saw Dou Sheng trying on Sesshomaru's long silver hair. He hadn't put on facial makeup yet, but just practiced a few eyes. It just tastes like that.
Dou Sheng walked into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and muttered: "Anyway, if the final effect of the video fails, I won't post it, just let it go."
Not sent. Thousands of dollars were thrown in and nothing was paid out.
Xie Lan couldn't help but hissed, "How on earth did you come up with this plan?"
"It just happened on a whim..." Dou Sheng said to the mirror, "I've never cosplayed before, so I just want to challenge myself. Just have fun and spend the money. It'll be fine."
Xie Lan didn't dare to speak. He was a layman when it came to cosplay. He was afraid that he would be slapped in the face tomorrow if he spoke too eloquently, and he was afraid that his response would be too bland and Frustrate Dou Sheng in advance.
The night before the shooting, Dou Sheng was not active, but Xie Lan had insomnia.
As a result, when we arrived at the venue the next day, Dou Sheng came out after three hours of makeup, and Xie Lan was completely stunned.
Her silver hair is like a waterfall, her snow-colored robe is ethereal and refined, and her armored scimitar and fur hanging loosely on her right shoulder complement each other's hardness and softness. There is a crescent moon between Dou Sheng's forehead and bloodstains on his cheeks. He clearly has the temperament of a tough guy, but his handsome and cold face brings out a bit of fairy spirit.
The makeup teacher smiled and said, "You're going to kill so many professional cosplayers instantly with this trick. You're right, your fans will kill you with a bang."
Dou Sheng was in good condition, and the way he nodded was quite aloof and arrogant like Sesshomaru. But he turned towards Xie Lan and instantly switched back to his normal appearance. He raised his eyebrows with a smile and said, "Am I handsome?"
Xie Lan took out his camera and said, "Yeah, let me take a picture of the wallpaper first."
My boyfriend is so handsome that he can only cover it up by keeping an expressionless face and screaming silently behind the camera screen.
Dou Sheng laughed so hard that he could hardly hold back. He tried several times to regain the feeling of Sesshomaru, but before Xie Lan could press the shutter, he burst out laughing.
"That's it, stop taking pictures. Anyway, there will definitely be a few sets of photos in the end." He smiled and touched the fur on his right shoulder, "This feels so good, it's as good as Wutong's belly. My money Not in vain.”
Xie Lan couldn't help but stretch her hand and said, "I'll touch it."
Dou Sheng stood close and leaned sideways to let Xie Lan touch the snow-white fur on his shoulders. It was soft, slippery, and very thick. After touching it for a while, Xie Lan felt like he was stroking it. Cat illusion.
Stroking his pussy.
"Okay, okay." Dou Sheng let him do it for a while, stepped away with a smile, and unsheathed the scimitar with a clang, his momentum like a rainbow.
He put away the knife and whispered to Xie Lan: "I went to take pictures, but I always see you unable to work well."
Xie Lan nodded, "Go ahead, I'll watch you from outside the shed."
The studio was very empty. The first set of scenery was a bright moonlit sky with rustling wind and snow. The monster Sesshomaru stood high on a treetop with his back against the bright moon. After a moment, he drew his sword and jumped, breaking through in front of the camera in a flash.
The flashes rely on special effects, but the jumps and dashes need to be shot in real life. The jumps need to show the lightness of the moment, and the dashes need to capture the cold and threatening murderous intent. Dou Sheng repeated these two simple actions dozens or hundreds of times. It may be said that it was just a whim of an amateur, but he worked harder than anyone else, devoted himself wholeheartedly, and a few hours passed by in the blink of an eye.
Dou Sheng did not dare to eat at noon and only chewed two energy bars. Xie Lan stood at the door of the studio waiting, and finally waited until the lunch was distributed in the evening, and the dining car happened to park next to him.
He picked out the one with the most meat and prepared to take it to Dou Sheng.
A staff member from the booth next door was passing by with food and glanced in curiously, "Is this a little star shooting for a magazine?"
Xie Lan was stunned, shook his head and said, "No, we were just filming for fun."
"You are so handsome." The man looked at Dou Sheng carefully and said with a smile, "If you are so handsome, you might consider becoming an actor. Nowadays, idol dramas are looking for male protagonists with such facial features."
Xie Lan knew that Dou Sheng was not interested in being an actor, but he still couldn't help but ask: "Are idol dramas being filmed?"
"We're filming the male and female protagonists falling in love, kissing scenes, kissing and hugging each other," the man said casually.
"..." Xie Lan's expression suddenly turned a little cold, "But his only hobby is shooting videos... and playing with cats."
The staff member smiled and said, "I like to pet cats."
Xie Lan watched her take the lunch box and leave. After a long time, she let out a tut.
This uncomfortable feeling of having your boundaries violated is a bit inexplicable, but it’s hard to ignore.
He sighed and turned around to get two lunch boxes.
Dou Sheng finished filming and was standing in front of the computer having a heated discussion with the post-production teacher. Xie Lan passed by and scanned a few seconds of the first film. Almost every frame was CG-level produced by the studio. It was very shocking.
"How about it?"
Dou Sheng smiled and snapped his fingers, "You can take it away. Let's change clothes and eat."
As he spoke, he thanked the staff for their troubles, looked at the computer files being saved, and then limped back.
Xie Lan was stunned for a moment, then immediately chased after him, "What's wrong with your feet?"
"I got a tear when I made the final charge." Dou Sheng curled his lips, "It's a small thing, but it's not as bad as when I was playing ball."
That being said, today is only the first day, and the storyboarding actions for the next two days will be much more complicated than today. Xie Lan can hardly imagine Dou Sheng dragging his injured foot to continue.
Dou Sheng really didn't care. He went into the dressing room and changed into his own T-shirt and jeans. He took off his wig and left the makeup on his face. He came out and pulled up a small stool to sit down and eat.
The lunch box consisted of two meat dishes and one vegetarian dish, together with a sweet cake. It looked oily, but Dou Sheng ate it very well. He was really hungry, so Xie Lan put his chicken legs in it, and he shaved the bones cleanly with his mouth in two bites, and then gave Xie Lan the sweet cake.
Xie Lan found that the area on Dou Sheng's ankles where the cosplay suit had been tied was white with sweat, and there were a few bruises on his arms.
"It's too hard." He rubbed his boyfriend's leg with some distress, "I wish I had known more carefully when choosing the topic."
Dou Sheng swallowed the rice in his mouth and said with a smile, "I think it's very enjoyable. This is more fun than I thought. Alas, I should have roped you in to record it from the beginning."
There was no one else in the dressing room, so Xie Lan leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "Eat quickly."
Dou Sheng chewed until his cheeks bulged, and pressed his lips against him, "Yeah, yeah."
The full lunch box was eaten until not a grain of rice was left. Dou Sheng put the empty box in and rubbed his stomach, and suddenly hissed.
"Wait for me. I have to discuss a few details with the post-production teacher, and then I'll call it a day and take you to eat barbecue."
Xie Lan's chopsticks stiffened, "You still want to eat barbecue?"
"Ah." Dou Sheng glanced at the lunch box, "This is just an appetizer."
Xie Lan: “…”
A pound of food is enough for appetizing, that’s fine.
Dou Sheng went out, and Xie Lan couldn't help sighing, and stuffed the two lunch boxes into the trash can with some anger.
Isn’t this a hundred people? Dare I ask if there is any up in station B who is more worthy of the title of a hundred people than Dou Sheng
He opened the post of the data god and anonymously replied to it.
-Fangfeng Orange Cat: If Bai Feng gives Xie Lan no beans in the end, Station B will really be in trouble sooner or later.
After posting this, he continued to scroll through comments.
- I still have a good impression of Xie Lan. He is worth a hundred dollars, but if he is the one who took away the beans, then I think he is not worthy.
Xie Lan gave this piece a thumbs up.
- Whispered, there are many factors to consider when choosing a platform. Xie Lan is half British, so he may not be able to get it.
And this thing? That would be great.
Xie Lan felt much relieved and gave him a thumbs up.
He scrolled all the way, downvoted and liked all his comments, and finally felt a little bit of pleasure.
After pushing the door open and going out, more than half of the staff were gone, and Dou Sheng was still dragging the project leader to review the timetable.
There are four groups in total for "Flowers, Snow, Moon". The "Snow" group can be filmed in three days during the National Day. The remaining three groups are scheduled for late October, mid-November and early December respectively.
In this way, I can complete all the post-production and submit the manuscript before one month, and I just don’t miss a hundred posts.
Time is very tight, mainly because the senior high school students are too busy. Moreover, in November, Xie Lan will go to Shujing Winter Camp and will not be able to stay with her boyfriend.
He was sighing in his heart when he suddenly heard the vibrating sound of a video recorder in Dou Sheng's bag next to him.
Just as he was hesitating whether to help answer the phone, the vibrating sound stopped on its own.
Then, his own TV rang.
Old horse.
Xie Lan looked at the smiling face of the jumping old horse on the screen, and suddenly had a subtle premonition.
He cleared his throat, turned around and walked to the back to answer the phone, "Teacher. What's wrong?"
"The results of the second test are out!" Lao Ma's tone was full of joy, "I never expected that you and Dou Sheng were tied for first place in the province. Where is Dou Sheng? Ask him to answer the phone and start preparing for the next step quickly. Advanced exam!”