Wen Zezhen didn't make a sound for a long time.
Qu Youhe was worried and glanced back again - he saw that in the dimly lit rear seat, the faint light of the phone screen reflected on Wen Zezhen's face, the latter hunched over his back like a lighted statue .
Qu Youhe's pupils shrank: Aren't you still in good spirits just now!
"Brother Chen, what's wrong with you?"
Wen Zezhen's sanity gradually recovered after being severely injured, and he shook his head bitterly, "It's okay."
Qu Youhe didn't believe it, "Your appearance doesn't match your words."
Wen Zezhen was silent for two seconds, then turned his head out the window.
It was late at night, it was pitch black outside the window, and the street scene along the way became blurred in the rapid rewind. Only his handsome face with a gray face was reflected on the car window, which was particularly clear.
"I want to finish..." he murmured in a low voice.
"Finished?" Qu Youhe carefully recalled the scenes shot during the day, "Didn't the filming go well, and everyone gets along very well. Brother Chen, don't you like this script?"
Wen Zezhen couldn't hear anything now. The 3D surround sound of "Old and Strong" lingered in his ears, and even a group of sea otters sprang up in his mind, shouting "grandma", "grandma"...!
Wen Zezhen's voice suddenly rose, "I don't like it at all, I want to finish it quickly!"
Qu Youhe was so tired, "It's been filming for so long, and the process went smoothly. If you have any dissatisfaction, just say it, and everyone will solve it together."
Wen Zezhen said, "Then I don't want to be a kind old grandmother."
Qu Youhe, "...??"
After a long while, he reached out and turned off the car music, coaxing and persuading, "Go to sleep, Brother Chen, everyone is awake."
…
Wen Zezhen decided not to contact Rong Yuheng before thinking of a way to change the script, in order to prevent the latter from getting too deep into the play.
Fortunately, Rong Yuheng, a little conscientious, was quite considerate, and did not take the initiative to harass the former at all.
The days of putting each other on each other just passed, and the night of the decisive battle of Ace Chuangxing was finally coming.
The night before the finals, the classrooms at the training center were brightly lit. All three groups are doing their last retreat, and the next day they will go to the TV station for on-the-spot rehearsal.
Shan Qi still didn't give up the "lifting" action. Fortunately, Rong Yuheng finally knew how to use the force after watching dozens of flying poses. The two of them cooperated fairly well.
Pu Zaixi finished a dance of her own and stopped to watch the rehearsal of the two of them.
After watching it for two seconds, he couldn't help but cast his eyes on Rong Yuheng's waist - when the latter was lifted by his waist, the amputated waist exposed was really flexible and powerful.
It feels very torturous.
The next second, Pu Zaixi saw Shan Qi put Rong Yuheng down, stretched out his hand and lifted the hem of his clothes, "I just found out that you have some abdominal muscles."
Rong Yuheng spread out his belly proudly and let others visit, "Yes, six yuan, it will be more obvious when you use force."
The two then happily poked each other's belly.
Pu Zaixi was sweating coldly, "..."
For some reason, his first reaction turned out to be, don't broadcast this episode...
The next day there were rehearsals and finals, and the students went back to rest at about ten o'clock.
Before going to bed, Rong Yuheng finally remembered Wen Zezhen, who was thousands of miles away. He was one of his mentors anyway, so he had to tell him something.
[Rong Yuheng]: Tomorrow is the final, go duck!
The message was sent, and Wen Zezhen didn't reply until he closed his eyes. Rong Yuheng felt sleepy, and he closed his phone and fell asleep.
The next morning, as soon as the first ray of sunlight shone into the dormitory, Rong Yuheng was awakened by the movement of his roommate.
Pu Zaixi and Zou Yi were especially nervous. They got up early in the morning, applying masks and pressing their legs.
Zhou Shubai was okay, he probably knew that he had no hope of debuting, and was still lying on the bed at the moment, and Rong Yuheng, who had just opened his eyes, looked at each other through a misty passage.
"..." Rong Yuheng paused for two seconds, "Morning."
Zhou Shubai nodded, "Morning, shall we sleep a little longer?"
Rong Yuheng let out an "um", he was still a little sleepy and wanted to take a moment to sleep before he touched the phone and saw Wen Zezhen's reply.
Wen Zezhen's reply was sent at two in the morning, which shows how late the crew was filming.
[Wen Zezhen]: Don't be nervous, come and catch me if you need it, come on.
Rong Yuheng stared at the phrase "catch me" for a long time, feeling that her drowsiness had disappeared.
He guessed that Wen Zezhen was trying to say "find me", but because he was too sleepy, he sent it wrong.
After thinking about it, he was a little moved. Even Wen Zezhen was so trapped that he didn't forget to return his news. It could be seen that he really thought of himself as a grandson to hurt.
[Rong Yuheng]: Don't worry, I'm afraid of breaking the law. I'll do my best, alright~ [Sea Otter Holds Gill.jpg]
After he sent the message, he got up and joined the ranks of applying the mask and pressing his legs.
Zhou Shubai, who had just closed his eyes, opened them with a "swipe" - he felt the betrayal from the egg peeler!
…
The morning time passed in a hurry. At 9:30 in the morning, all the students gathered in front of the bus and went to the TV station for rehearsal.
The three main instructors set off alone and came to the scene to give pointers to the students in their rehearsal.
After the students arrived at the TV station, they went directly to the lounge to change into costumes for performances. Rong Yuheng's group's costumes were more complicated, with long robes with sleeves and armor.
Rong Yuheng was struggling to tie the belt when he saw the host Xi Lin coming from the other end, stopped in front of him and took the initiative to tie him, "I'll help you."
Rong Yuheng was surprised for a second, then thanked him, "Thank you, Brother Xi Lin."
Xi Lin was tying the belt with his head down, and he smiled when he heard the words, "It's okay, thank you for taking care of my sister yet."
Rong Yuheng was stunned for a while, then reacted, "Xi Tao?"
Xi Lin nodded, "Well, I watched that episode of your variety show. I'm very grateful that you took care of her like this when we first met. Xiao Tao spoke highly of you. She heard that I was hosting your game, and she also I specifically told me to take care of you."
Rong Yuheng bowed to Xi Lin Haita, "Thank you~"
Xi Lin smiled, "Yes, you can find me if you have anything, I'm in the 306 lounge."
"Good~"
The conversation between the two did not deliberately avoid the members of the same group. After Xi Lin left, Pu Zaixi came over, "Did you record the "Treasure Hunt Conference" last time? Wow, the world is so small, you can meet a pair of brothers and sisters even if you participate in two shows!"
Rong Yuheng folded his hands towards the west, "It's all fate."
"… "
The trainees passed the station twice in the morning, finished their lunch at noon, and started full rehearsal in the afternoon.
When it was not Rong Yuheng's turn to team up, they practiced in an empty room. Yu Fu's dance moves were still a bit reluctant, and Nan Minshan in the same group couldn't help worrying about him, "You are so hanging."
Yu Fu sighed, "I can only rely on some CP fans to vote for me."
It was the first time that Nan Minshan heard this kind of rhetoric, and everyone was dumbfounded, "What CP fans?"
Yu Fu, "Bian Chen and I have a group of CPs called 'Submit', CP fans should vote for me."
"..." The remaining four were relatively speechless for a while, not knowing whether to condemn him for this behavior or pity his situation.
Yu Fu has no self-consciousness, and his attitude is quite tolerant, "Although I don't have that kind of relationship with Bian Chen, I don't really mind this kind of CP."
Rong Yuheng sucked in a breath of cold air—what a thick skin!
He looked at Yu Fu as if he was looking at a warrior who was going to die: You better not let Bian Chen hear what you said, otherwise I and Buddha can't get over you.
…
The rehearsal in the afternoon went smoothly step by step under the guidance of the tutors.
When Song Tang saw Rong Yuheng, he lovingly put a hand on his head, "I received your blessing, thank you."
Rong Yuheng's goldfish mind fell into a brief blank, "What?"
Song Tang went on to rua him, "Long life is a hundred years old."
Rong Yuheng, "..."
This trivial episode quickly turned the page. After two rounds of rehearsal for the three groups of students, the time was approaching five o'clock.
After dinner, it is makeup and hairdo.
The live broadcast of the finals officially started at 7:30. There was plenty of time, but there was a tense atmosphere among the students.
Rong Yuheng was also infected, and he was a little restless. He was going to "catch" a Wen Zezhen to relieve the pressure.
[Rong Yuheng]: Tightly dirty!
It was meal time, Wen Zezhen and his crew were probably eating too, and the reply came soon.
[Wen Zezheng]: What time does it start
[Rong Yuheng]: At half past seven, the children are in the second group.
[Wen Zezheng]: We start work in ten minutes. Would you like me to accompany you to make a ten-minute phone call
[Rong Yuheng]: No, you're busy, I'll go and watch the sketch for a while to relax.
[Wen Zezheng]: Oh.
Wen Zezhen closed the dialog box, saying in his heart that he was not disappointed.
He's not busy. He said that work will start in ten minutes. How much can he talk in ten minutes
But Rong Yuheng felt that watching sketches was more relaxing, and he couldn't insist.
Wen Zezhen squeezed the phone and lowered his eyes - as expected, he was not interesting enough, so Rong Yuheng was not interested.
Director Long Zheng just finished his meal and wanted to care whether Wen Zezhen was full, but he saw that the latter had no appetite.
He was shocked. Could it be that the food of the crew did not match the actor's taste
"Mr. Wen, is the meal bad?"
Wen Zezhen shook his head, "I'm not interesting enough."
Long Zheng's lips moved, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.
The context of these two sentences does not seem so logical.
After dinner, the crew took a short break and resumed work.
Wen Zezhen stood on the platform with a large wooden box in his hand.
This scene is to shoot him jumping off the platform while protecting the box and running along the track for a while. During the period of the Republic of China, the platform was as tall as an adult man. Wen Zezhen rarely used a stand-in for filming.
Long Zheng waved his hand, "Action!"
Wen Zezheng ran to the platform while protecting the box. As soon as he bent his knees, the whole person jumped down - the big open coat was flying around behind him, and the sound of "hula" filled the wind, mixing from far to near. 's whistle.
On the way down, the bell on the platform just rang, and the time was seven o'clock.
Generally speaking, Wen Zezhen is deeply involved in the play, and basically does not get distracted.
But at this moment, when he heard the bell ringing, an idea popped into his mind subconsciously—with half an hour left, the finals will be broadcast live.
"Brother Chen!!"
An exclamation from Qu Youhe outside the arena recalled Wen Zezhen's distracted attention. Only then did he suddenly return to his senses, his feet retracted a second before touching the ground, and he quickly adjusted his posture to leave some room for buffering.
"boom-"
Wen Zezhen's hand rested on the ground, and a scratch was scratched on the palm of his hand. It was not the perfect posture he had expected, but he actually lost his mind.
"Crack!"
"Brother Chen, are you alright?" The crew quickly gathered around.
"I'm sorry, I was distracted, I'll do it again." Wen Zezhen apologized.
"This one is hard to shoot. It's to be expected that it will be repeated several times. The most important thing is your safety." Long Zheng said, "I know that you are serious in filming, but don't force yourself. Xiaole, take Teacher Wen there. Get some medicine."
Wen Zezhen, "I've caused you trouble."
He followed Xiaole from the crew to the side to wipe the medicine and disinfect, and Qu Youhe followed worriedly, "You're still distracted, and you almost fell, scaring me to death! What are you thinking about, Brother Tseng?"
Wen Zezhen buried his head and let Xiaole rub the medicine for himself, like a well-behaved elementary school student.
Qu Youhe, "No, just say it straight, Brother Chen, what are you thinking?"
Wen Zezhen buried his head deeper and said in a voice like a mosquito, "...I want to watch TV."
"… "
Xiaole and Qu Youhe stood still for five seconds at the same time.
It was Qu Youhe who thawed first, and asked in disbelief, "What do you want to do?"
Wen Zezhen whispered, "Watch TV."
Qu Youhe, "… "
After a long while, he stared at Wen Zezhen's hair and sighed, "Brother Chen, you are getting more and more interesting."
Wen Zezhen raised his head "really" when he heard the words, "Really?" There was a subtle joy in his tone, "Do you think I can be more interesting?"
Qu Youhe was in a complicated mood, "...that's not necessary."
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