It's not that the head of the department has to share this big gossip with anyone who encounters it; it's that Xiang Gu's story has long been known, and even if she doesn't say it, it will definitely reach the ears of the director team in a few days.
The creator of "Jump Out of My World" stayed at the Huawu High School for a whole week, standing in the back row of the dance classroom every day to watch the rehearsal of the students.
They came and went very low-key, but no matter how low-key they were, they couldn't control the rumors that were swirling in the school.
In less than a few days, everyone in the school was discussing the work "Out of My World".
- This is to choose a male protagonist!
There is no shortage of child stars in Huawu High School. Many students signed up with a brokerage company at the age of 14 or 15 and set foot on the stardom. Some people frequently appear in movies, some go to commercial shows on weekends, and some even drop out of school to make their debut in South Korea... But the work "Beyond My World" is different.
This is a work funded by the Ministry of Education and the Ministry of Culture, and it reflects the life that is closely related to all dancers in this world.
For those who learn dance, who has never met other people's colored eyes, who has not shed tears or been injured in the dance classroom? Now they can have a work that reflects their efforts and struggles, they are really happy and crazy!
The group of young boys in the ballet department all tried their best to perform in front of the crew, and some people deliberately created chance encounters and rushed to the office of the department chair between classes.
The people from the other departments looked at it with envy and jealousy.
In the cafeteria, a boy wearing a folk dance department was sitting at the dining table and muttered, "What kind of shit did they have in the ballet department? I thought that 'the director airborne to choose the male lead' can only be done. It happened in the singing and dancing profession!"
That sour taste... The school cafeteria chef no longer needs to put sauerkraut in the fish, they can squeeze out the taste!
"That's it!" Another said, "And there's no one who majors in singing and dancing... Just that Xiang Gu! He didn't dance ballet before, so why not choose him directly."
"His feet are broken, so what else can he dance?" The third person tsk tsk continued, "I heard from a buddy in my singing and dancing major that Xiang Guai couldn't even hold on to the two-hour basic dance class, and his ankles kept on Shaking, you have to rest for a while after dancing, and in his situation, if he really becomes the male lead of a musical, he will definitely look like a fool!"
Several people gradually forgot to control the volume, and the sound became louder and louder.
It wasn't until the tablemates reminded them in panic that they saw that the protagonist they were talking about was sitting at the dining table behind them!
The distance between the table and the table is so close that he definitely heard what they were talking about behind their backs!
But Xiang Gu did not get angry, nor did he show any sad expression. He raised his eyes so calmly and calmly, his eyes were like ice water in a cold lake, and the moment they looked at each other, it gave them a chill.
"My body doesn't bother you." He said lightly, "Also, even if I can't hold on to my physical strength, I'm better than everyone in the class with my skills alone."
"Hey..." The long-tongued men shivered, and hurriedly lowered their eyes, quietly as chickens, and honestly pecking at the rice on the plate.
The boy is too beautiful, the kind of beauty that is full of distance and can't pick out any shortcomings. Being stabbed by him with such cold eyes, everyone instantly recalled his shining appearance on the stage. He was so extravagant and unattainable... Which firefly dares to compete with the stars
He is like a doll carefully crafted by God, with no flaws to be found. But if he was really God's favored treasure, how could he have suffered such misfortune
…
The group of boys quickly finished eating and left. Xiang Gu didn't have much appetite, he looked down at the green vegetables on the metal plate, and suddenly wanted to go back to the classroom, grab a handful of dried meat and fish from Qi Ji and put it in his mouth to vent.
Since the moment the crew of "Out of My World" stepped into the campus, countless pairs of eyes have been staring at him, waiting to see his reaction.
And all he can do is try to ignore those sights and build a wall for himself.
He took out his worn-out mobile phone from his pocket, straightened out the earphone cable, opened one of his favorite radio dramas, and put the white earphones in his ears.
Wang Qingyun's voice was turbulent, like waves, like the ocean, and wrapped him like a tide. It also isolated him from the chaotic environment, giving him precious breathing time.
He knew that on the second day after his accident, the photos of the accident scene and the ward all appeared on the local news. The speed of gossip circulation among students should not be underestimated, and soon the news of the explosion swept the whole school.
Xiang Gu sometimes felt that he was living in a glass fish tank - he and them seemed to be within reach, but they were separated into two worlds. He couldn't leave the tank because if he did, he would die in the sun.
Everyone around him knew what had happened to him, and they would subconsciously look at him with pity. Even his best friend, Qi Ji, sometimes has the kind of expression that looks like he is looking at a kitten or a puppy.
But he's not a kitten or a puppy.
He is a proud swan.
That's why Xiang Guai was immersed in the virtual ocean of the Internet, because no one knew what happened to him through the network cable.
He can make up a false identity in the radio troupe: he is in his twenties, he is in college, and after graduation, he will enter the ballet company and become the youngest male principal... This is a dream he once thought he was destined to achieve. , which is also the sweet dream that he now uses to deceive himself.
He knew it was wrong to lie... but he couldn't help it.
Especially in front of the great god he admires the most, he can't help but want to present his most perfect appearance.
And Wang Qingyun believed it.
Even the great god took the initiative to help him with the backing vocals. The five finished audios lay quietly in his mailbox. After listening to them one by one, he found that even some minor flaws in his own voice had been repaired.
He thought about it, put down his chopsticks, opened Wang Qingyun's chat box, and left a message for the man.
guess: Yunda, I have been busy these days in Sanyuan, and I haven't been online. I just saw your email!
guess: Thank you, the post is so perfect! !
guess: I sang a few of my voices inaccurately, and you corrected it for me too!
guess: Thank you so much! !
guess: [Happy to spread my wings].jpg
guess: [chuckles].jpg
It is one o'clock at noon now, and counting the time difference, it should be early morning on the other side of the ocean.
Xiang Gues thought that the Great God must be sleeping at this time, but he would have received a reply from Wang Qingyun a few minutes later.
Bright Cloud: No thanks.
Yiming Qingyun: Actually, this is not what I did [embarrassed]
Yi Mingqingyun: My computer crashed, and I found a professional to help you synthesize it.
guess:! ! Ah... I'm sorry to ask God, you have extra favor orz
guess: Are you looking for a late-stage leader in the club
Yiming Qingyun: No, it's my three-dimensional friend.
Yiming Qingyun: You're welcome, since I've promised to help you, I definitely can't let your trust be in vain.
Xiang Guess returned an expression: the swan twists its long neck and hides its head under the wings. He captioned this expression [cover face shyly].
He was really shy.
Obviously he insisted on fighting for this tone, and refused to be in the same group with other students in the final exam, but in the end it caused Wang Qingyun trouble.
Yun Da actually comforted him in turn, the male god is really the most gentle person in the world.
guess: By the way, it should be more than 1:00 in the morning in the United States, why haven't you rested yet
Yi Ming Qing Yun: Long story... I'm still working.
A bright cloud: [Swan sighs].jpg
guess: ? ? ? God, why did you steal my emoji? ?
guess: But still working overtime so late, so hard.
Yiming Qingyun: It's not overtime, it's actually making extra money.
A few seconds later, Wang Qingyun sent a photo. The photo was an English line sheet with time points, and the background was a professional recording studio! !
Xiang Guess sent several exclamation points in surprise.
guess: Yunda, have you finally started to accept business matching
guess: Ah, is it a movie or a TV show
guess: Will it be available in China? Can I see it in China
Xiang Guai had already rummaged through Qingyun's super words and learned a lot of gossip. He heard other little sisters in Chaohua say that many game companies have sent invitations to the great gods, hoping that he can give voice to women's mobile games for dubbing.
As a fan, Xiang Guai certainly hopes to hear the voice of the Great God on the big screen, so that everyone can know how amazing his idol is!
So when he saw the photo sent by Wang Qingyun, his enthusiasm was instantly ignited.
But it didn't take long for Wang Qingyun to withdraw the photo, leaving only a lonely [shhh] expression.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Qingyun sent another voice.
Xiang Gu hurriedly turned up the volume on the phone, held the earphones tightly with both hands, and pressed the play button—
"I only told you about this."
"Little Swan, remember to keep it a secret for me."
Somewhere, there seemed to be a soft sound—there was another piece of candy in the glass jar in the boy's heart.
…
In the brightly lit recording studio, Yao Yin knocked on the door and handed Tan Yiming the ice-American style in his hand.
"Who did you talk to just now?" Yao Yin reminded him half-truly, "The phone is muted during working hours, and no desertion is allowed!"
"Working hours have passed." Tan Yiming took a sip of coffee, and gradually returned to sweetness after the bitterness passed. He leaned on the handle and joked, "Now this is the time to wait for the Queen Mother Yizhi."
Under Yao Yin's matchmaking, Tan Yiming's precious first business matching experience was dedicated to a young Chinese who came to the United States for gilding. Xiao Xianrou's acting skills are okay, but the level of his lines is too poor. No matter Chinese or English, he has a strong northeastern accent and is very playful. When he was filming in China, all the films used post-dubbing. This time, when he joined a Hollywood film, Xiao Xianrou's royal dubbing actor was not good at English, so he had to find someone else. After looking around, I found Tan Yiming here.
The "empress dowager" in Tan Yiming's mouth refers to the manager of the little fresh meat. Tan Yiming, such a "little-known" new voice actor, does not have any representative works. The empress dowager is not at ease, and she has to stare at people after a 12-hour time difference. What they recorded in the studio, the manager must know immediately, if the manager doesn't nod, Tan Yiming can't leave the studio.
Tan Yiming gave his voice to a movie for the first time. At first, he couldn't grasp his emotions and his mouth shape could not match, but with the help of Yao Yin, he quickly figured out the way. He is indeed quite talented. He recorded the lines on this thin two-page paper in less than an hour.
Then, he fell into a long wait.
The dubbing effect should be returned to the star assistant first, the assistant to the propaganda, the propaganda to the executive agent, and the executive agent finally to the empress dowager... After this circle, every level has opinions to be raised, and after a while, I feel the voice of Tan Yiming The line is too mature, and sometimes he feels that his emotions are not full enough, then let him try a different tone, and then let him relax...
Tan Yiming has spoken Chinese for more than 20 years, and it was only today that he realized that he could not speak at all.
The recording director and editor who were obviously present were OK, but Xiao Xianrou was not OK, so Tan Yiming would never be OK, and could only be trapped in the small recording studio of several square meters, re-recording over and over again.
He was helpless and asked Yao Yin, "I thought only the domestic business and distribution circle would encounter this kind of shit... Isn't this a Hollywood movie, why did the film company allow a male No. 5 management team to point fingers?"
Yao Yin shrugged: "It's true that he's the fifth male, but his agency is the second largest investor in this movie, and the LOGO is ranked second in the production company, so it's always a bit of a privilege."
Tan Yiming understood that this privilege was torturing himself.
He spent more than an hour in the recording studio, and finally, the Empress Dowager gave a letter of approval—
"It's over!" Yao Yin said. "The agent said, 'It sounds like the first version is the best'."
Tan Yiming: "…"
The official closing time is already more than two in the morning. Tan Yiming was tossed to the point of losing his temper, especially when he thought that he had a morning class the next day, and he had to go to the company for an internship in the afternoon, which made him even more headache.
Business matching is paid, but for a newcomer like him, the salary is pitiful, not as high as his one-day internship in an investment bank.
And this money is not enough for him to take a night bus at two in the morning and return to the dormitory from the recording studio.
Seeing that he was about to call a car, Yao Yin stopped him and offered to take him back.
Tan Yiming declined: "Don't bother, isn't your work finished yet? I just heard from the editing teacher that you all have to stay in the studio all night to catch up with the progress tonight."
"It's alright." Yao Yin's attitude was casual, "I've been bored in the recording studio for so long, it's just like going out for a run. Anyway, there's no one on the road in the middle of the night, I'll drive you there, and then drive back, it's just more than one. Hours, it won't delay much."
Yao Yin's tone was so relaxed, but it meant that his time to finish work would continue to be delayed.
Tan Yiming naturally refused to bother the other party with his own affairs.
"I really don't need it." Tan Yiming refused again, "I'm a big man and not a girl, so I don't need someone to take me home."
Unexpectedly, the young man in front of him suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a playful smile bloomed on his lips.
"Tan Yiming, I don't like girls, why should I send them home?"