As if in the blink of an eye, the day of the show's recording came.
There are so many people in the entire program group, and everyone has heavy dark circles under their eyes. During these days, Yang Xiao didn't even know how he survived.
She is either working in the studio or on her way to the studio. I can only sleep for two or three hours a day, relying on coffee to survive.
She was heartbroken for "King of Rebounds." You know, she only had four or five people in her last show, but now, she is in charge of a large team. She worries about everything and coordinates everything, for fear that something will go wrong and her colleagues will see jokes behind their backs.
On the morning when the program started recording, Zhou Hui led all the staff of the entire program team to the temple to put on incense, kneel down and beg the Bodhisattva to bless everything well, and watch Changhong.
Yang Xiao was shocked, knelt down, kowtowed, and respected the incense in a daze. Colleagues around her were much more pious than her, and they all closed their eyes and chanted, and the colleague in charge of player management was even more banging his head.
The colleague in charge of logistics brought two boxes of basketballs, placed them in front of the Buddha statue, and asked the eminent monk to consecrate them. For a time, the whole lobby was filled with incense, and the sound of Buddha was faint, all falling on those brown-orange balls.
Yang Xiao was stunned, and asked, "... Isn't it bad to engage in feudal superstition with such a big fanfare?"
The copywriting colleague said, "Hey, this is an old tradition, just like the film crew must worship the altar before shooting. We have done everything we can, but whether a show can be popular or not, we still have to watch it. God's will."
After the group of people worshipped, and before they stepped out of the temple gate, they bumped into another group of people who came to worship the incense - it was the "Basketball Mania" program group!
The two groups of people stared at each other and froze at the entrance of the temple.
Yang Xiao originally thought that it was exaggerated for his program team to carry the basketball. Who would have thought that "Basketball Mania" actually packed all basketball uniforms and basketball shoes, which was bigger than their battle.
When the enemy met, he was extremely jealous. Yang Xiao thought that a scolding battle was imminent, but Zhou Hui didn't even frown, swept his contemptuous eyes from the other side, left a sarcastic laugh, and walked away.
And what about the expressions of the opposing team? Guilt, embarrassment, guilty conscience, but I have to hold my breath...
Betrayer is always a betrayer, and their own guilt is enough to torture them.
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The group hurried back to the studio again.
All the construction has long been over, and thirty contestants have already lined up in the background to make up.
"It's the easiest job I've ever had." A makeup artist was chatting with colleagues while applying foundation to the contestants, "Just put on foundation and trim your eyebrows, it's better than painting the little fresh meat. Makeup is much easier."
"That's true." Another makeup artist said, "I used to be with a boy group talent show, and I would get up at four every morning to put on makeup. Ten makeup artists would apply makeup to them in the same way as an assembly line for a hundred contestants. Idols also need to apply eyeshadow, eyeliner and eyelashes. If you paint too lightly without makeup, you will offend fans and scold you for being partial and not good at painting; if you paint too heavily, fans will despise her too much, making me not a human inside or outside." She sighed , looked down at the tall, handsome young man in front of him, and said with a smile, "Handsome guy, take it easy. You have a good foundation. I'll trim your eyebrows. Don't be nervous."
"I, I'm not nervous!" Meng Yufan's tall body stiffened into an iron plate. When putting on makeup, he kept his hands on his knees like elementary school students, clenched into fists, and his palms were full of sweat.
This is the first time he has put on makeup since he was born more than 20 years ago. The makeup artist took some water, milk, and smeared on his face. After wiping the bottles and jars, he started to apply foundation to him, and even gestured with his eyebrow sharpener on his face. The make-up artist asked him to close his eyes, so he closed them, but after closing his eyes, his other senses were enlarged: he could feel the sharp blade rubbing against the brow bone several times, and it was a little itchy, causing his eyeballs to stay under the lids. verb: move. The most terrifying thing is that the makeup artist just painted his eyebrows! I drew my eyebrows! I drew my eyebrows!
He opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror, cracked his mouth stiffly and smiled.
The makeup artist looked left and right for a while, and suddenly said, "Handsome guy, your mouth is a little dry, I'll put some lipstick on for you."
Before he could refuse, the makeup artist had already unscrewed a small blue tin can with small flowers, dug out a thick layer of transparent paste from it, and put it on his mouth.
"After this upper lip, it will bring a little red." The makeup artist said, "But you have to be on the mirror, and your mouth will look good with a little color."
Meng Yufan: "???"
He actually put on "lipstick", and the "lipstick" is still strawberry flavored! ! !
Meng Yufan left the dressing room in despair, feeling that his straight man was completely destroyed at this moment.
In the rest area next to it, there are already quite a few players who have finished their make-up chatting together in twos and threes. The rest area is big enough to hold all the players, but the crowd is very clear—
Children selected from sports schools and clubs jokingly gathered together, laughing at each other's eyebrows and the foundation on their faces.
College athletes who were born in cuba like Meng Yufan often encounter each other on the field, so they are still a topic of conversation.
The most out of place are the oldest cba retired athletes. The atmosphere in that area is almost frozen, everyone is playing with their mobile phones and ignoring each other.
Think about it too, the children in that group of schools are only fifteen or sixteen years old, and the retired athletes are in their early thirties, and the age difference is doubled. It is really difficult to integrate.
However, new-born calves are not afraid of tigers. Some daring children mustered up their courage, took the small books prepared in advance, and ran over to ask the retired athletes to sign their autographs. Their eyes were shining with longing, and they hoped that their future self could be like them. Play for the cba.
Meng Yufan idly took out his mobile phone and fiddled with it.
He opened Xu Dong's WeChat and left him a message.
After the rain, the sky is clear: Dongzi, I'm here to record the show.
After the rain, the sky is clear: You can't imagine that men have to wear makeup!
After the rain, the sky is clear: It's too strange. He wiped my face and painted my eyebrows again.
Rain after rain: I wanted to take a picture for you to see, but I thought about it, I'd better watch it on TV after the show is broadcast.
After the rain, the sky is clear: Wake up, you won't sleep until the show airs, will you
Naturally, these messages were not answered.
At this moment, a boy ran up to Meng Yufan holding a pen and paper. Meng Yufan hurriedly put away his phone and looked at him.
The boy's hair was short, with only a layer of shaggy stubble, and a cyan scalp could be seen. The head is also round, like a cute little monk.
It's just that this "little" monk is over 1.8 meters tall. If it weren't for his immature face revealing his age, many people would definitely think he was an adult just by looking at his back.
The little monk said, "Brother Meng, can you sign my name for me?"
Meng Yufan was a little surprised: "You know me?"
"Of course I know you!" said the little monk excitedly, "I am your fan, and I have watched many of your games!" He was afraid that Meng Yufan would not believe it, so he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and gave it to Meng Yufan. Look at the photos in your album.
The little monk said again: "I have made up my mind, I will also report to Huada in the future, and I will be your junior brother!"
Meng Yufan was so moved that he took over the little monk's book, wrote down his name carefully, stroke by stroke, and wrote a special message to wish the little fan's dream to come true soon.
The little monk hugged the book and left happily—then he walked to a player named Zhang next to him.
"Brother Zhang, I'm your fan, can you give me an autograph? I'll go to every game of yours. Look, I still have your photo on my phone!" by the superb acting little monk.
The contestant Zhang nodded flatly and took the little monk's pen and paper.
Meng Yufan, who witnessed everything: "???"
What is a scumbag, this is what a scumbag is!
Suddenly, someone shouted, "The production team is here!"
The entire lounge fell silent in an instant, and more than two dozen pairs of eyes all turned to the door. Soon, footsteps sounded in the corridor, and then the closed door was pushed open—
The first person to come into view was a professional woman in her forties. She has short hair, a straight back, a serious expression, and no anger.
Seven or eight people followed closely behind her, and everyone had work cards hanging around their necks. Meng Yufan glanced over and saw what was written on it: planning, copywriting, art management, business, and... director.
The young female choreographer didn't wear a professional skirt today, but jeans and a hoodie that was convenient for sports. She stepped on a pair of red and white AJs under her feet. Her hair was tied up high, and she swayed from side to side as she walked, like an alert tail.
Four eyes facing each other.
Meng Yufan deliberately winked, and raised a flattering, big smirk. However, Yang Xiao's face was indifferent, his eyes skipped over him without any fluctuation, and he slid to the other players, as if he was just an ordinary Chinese cabbage.
Meng Yufan: "…"
Producer Zhou Hui specially came to condolence to the players. The program schedule is very tight. Two episodes of the program have to be recorded within two days. There are competitions, competitions, and competitions every hour. It is easy for the contestants to record the program for the first time.
Zhou Hui first briefly introduced the program to all the contestants. She spoke very fast, crackling like a machine gun. She was obviously not very tall, but more than 20 big men stood in front of her and were actually overwhelmed by her momentum, and the entire team was extremely quiet.
"Sorry everyone, I have a meeting with the sponsor later, so I can't stay here." Zhou Hui turned to look at the director next to him, "Yang Xiao, are you going to see the sponsor with me, or stay here? "
Of course Yang Xiao didn't want to see her ex-boyfriend, and immediately said, "I'll stay here. I think the players must still be unclear about the shooting process. I'll stay here to answer your questions."
Zhou Hui didn't see anything wrong with her, nodded and left with someone.
As soon as the terrifying Great Demon King left, the wind direction in the entire lounge immediately changed.
Yang Xiao is young and beautiful, how can such a beautiful woman be placed in front of a group of hungry wolves, how can they not let their minds float
After Yang Xiao introduced the detailed process of the program recording, he left time for the contestants to ask questions freely.
It is a question and answer, but what is the result? The questions of the contestants were bizarre, and they collectively lowered their minds, killing the third grade of elementary school. Twenty big boys and two dozen mouths chattered together, which was more annoying than a group of geese.
This one asked: "Sister, what time will this show be scheduled? I'm going to invite someone to watch a movie tonight!"
Faced with these ruffians, Yang Xiao was not polite, and replied directly: "You should just push the date. I'm sure that recording a show is much more tiring than playing a game. You can finish recording today, and you can crawl over to record it tomorrow. Shed is not easy.”
The one asked: "Beauty, can we stop gathering so early in the future, what kind of makeup are we wearing, motherfucker!"
Yang Xiao added: "Whether or not to put on makeup has nothing to do with 'mother', only 'ugly'. Our show needs ratings, and it is not suitable to be on camera with a shaggy face and a face full of acne."
Yang Xiao dismissed a few people in a row, and the rest of the people put out their messy thoughts, but there were still some people who didn't give up, hiding in the crowd and secretly asking questions.
"—Miss, do you have a boyfriend?"
Standing in the last row, Meng Yufan immediately raised his head and looked at Yang Xiao.
Although the two agreed to be strangers when the show was being recorded, they didn't talk about how to deal with it.
Meng Yufan couldn't guess how Yang Xiao would respond.
"Boyfriend?" Yang Xiao looked in the direction of the source of the voice and said lightly, "I don't have a boyfriend."
Meng Yufan: "..." Fanfan was wronged, but Fanfan didn't say anything.
The next second, the girl raised her left hand, and on her slender middle finger, a delicate and elegant diamond ring took everyone's attention.
She smiled lightly and replied, "But I have a fiancé who I just booked for the Spring Festival."
Meng Yufan: "!!!"
Where did the diamond ring come from? ?
Did he buy a diamond ring while sleepwalking and still propose? ?