Wen Li walked to the center of the stage on the faceted, prism-shaped silver stage, and the spotlights from above illuminated the pearl hair ornaments used to hoop the hair, hidden in the purple hair curls and glowing faintly.
Stylists generally like to add shiny decorations to female artists, which look sparkling under the stage lights. Wen Li’s French court dress is a modern improvement. The square collar is also embellished with rhinestones. The skirt just arrived Knees, just showing a pair of calves.
Her most impressive looks are actually ancient costumes, and even fans feel that, compared to the perfect modern makeup, the bun, the dots of flowers, and the long skirt, whether it is the prosperous Tang Dynasty or the solemn In the Ming Dynasty, or even the simple Song Dynasty, Wen Li was the most eye-catching as long as she dressed up as an ancient face, as if she was born a beauty who came out of an ancient painting.
The same was true of Wen Li's impression of the hundred trainees present.
Costume beauty.
But I didn't expect her to look so good with such idol makeup.
Others don't know, but Wen Li knows that when she had the opportunity to contact overseas, it was because scouts liked her appearance and thought that if she debuted overseas, she should be the face of that generation of girl groups.
Wen Li was proud of herself, but she still had to remain humble on the face. She raised the microphone and said, "Hello trainees, I'm Wen Li, your chief witness officer, please take care of me."
As soon as the original sound came out, the trainees finally believed it.
Really Wen Li!
"My goddess! I rely on my goddess!"
"Is it really her that you pinched me? I really like watching her drama."
"Pinch it, does it hurt?"
"It hurts! It's really her! It's awesome to make a group for you."
Among the 100 trainees, most of them were genuinely excited, and a small part stood up and cheered because of the camera. Only one trainee didn’t even bother to stand, and looked down with his head down. on people.
"Xu Li! What are you doing, the camera caught you!"
This young boy named Xu Li reluctantly clapped his hands with the crowd after being reminded by his companions.
"What's there to applaud..." The boy barely glanced at the people on the stage, "It's not like I haven't seen it before."
The companion grabbed his arm and said excitedly: "I haven't seen it in real life. Before I entered the industry, I heard people in the circle say that the camera looks good. It looks very beautiful on the camera. It is absolutely impossible to move in real life." Open your eyes, I believe it, I really believe it, my trip is really worth it."
The boy scoffed, but didn't speak.
This is the case with the top-tier female artists. The program group has achieved the effect, and I can't wait to record the excited expressions of each contestant with the camera.
After the cheers, the shed gradually calmed down. Wen Li greeted the instructors one by one, and finally sat in the middle of the instructor's seat.
Xu Xingyue leaned over her head and praised: "Senior Sister is so beautiful today."
Logically speaking, she should reply "You are beautiful today too", but Wen Li didn't. She smiled: "I think so too."
Xu Xingyue's expression changed, and she said again: "Senior Sister, if you don't perform a show with this makeup today, it will really look a bit like killing a chicken and using a butcher's knife."
Wen Li understood her words.
That is to say, she didn't prepare for the show, and made it so grand, making a fuss over a molehill.
"No." She said with a smile, "Don't you think that when I came out just now, these people's reactions were more enthusiastic than when you came out?"
Xu Xingyue's smile stiffened slightly.
The two were whispering, and no one else could hear what they were saying. When the camera was turned on and added later, it was a pair of close teachers and sisters who were whispering and joking.
Wen Li felt that Xu Xingyue, a junior, was a little out of sorts.
No matter how popular it is now, it’s only just started. There are too many short-lived artists in the circle. If you have to endorse today, you may be terminated and lose money tomorrow. Even if she has reached this point, she can’t guarantee whether she will be popular for a long time. Xu Xingyue didn't know whether it was because she was too young, just became popular, or she was drifting away, or because of other reasons, it was just that she was not polite. Wen Li didn't care much about the titles of her predecessors, but she always felt that Xu Xingyue was provoking her both openly and secretly.
How to put it, not ordinary, but confident.
She ignored it, and picked up the script book at hand to prepare the cue players to perform on stage.
Yan Zhun and Xu Xingyue were sitting on either side of the Chief Witness Officer, followed by Qi Sihan and Icy, both of whom were industry counterparts. No matter which business ability was stronger than her, it was not her turn to comment. Wen Li just listened honestly and waited for the instructor Throwing the words to her again, she made a few more polite comments.
In a blink of an eye, there were three groups of contestants, all of whom performed fairly well. The instructor didn't say anything too harsh, but they didn't sound too pleasant. Let them practice hard in the past few months.
When the fourth group of contestants entered the field, Wen Li asked as usual: "Are you ready?"
The boy in position C just said: "I'm ready, but before I start the performance, I want to confess. Teacher Wen, I'm your fan, and I really, really like you!"
Flattering? she likes.
Wen Li smiled and nodded: "Thank you."
"I also like Mr. Song! I have read every one of his movies several times. I still have the ticket stubs at home. I am reluctant to throw them away every time I finish watching them. My mother puts them away for me. When the shows are finished, Mr. Wen Can you tell me how much I like Teacher Song?"
Another double burden, it seems that he is still on Song Yan's side. He watched Song Yan's movies quite a few times, and he didn't need to buy a movie ticket to watch her dramas. The boy didn't mention how many times he watched her TV dramas.
The trainees in the audience all laughed sparsely.
Wen Li smiled and said, "It's better for you to say this kind of thing yourself. You can just watch the camera brother and say it. Teacher Song will watch the show."
The boy's hand holding the microphone tightened a little immediately, and his eyes lit up: "Really? Teacher Song will really watch our show!"
"Will do."
I will come to be a flying guest in a few episodes, but I have to keep it secret for the time being, so I can't say.
After receiving Wen Li's answer, the boy immediately made a series of crazy confessions to the camera.
Yan Huai, who was sitting next to Wen Li, said with a smile, "Student, you are so brave to confess your love to her husband in front of Teacher Wen."
The trainees in the audience all played long tones to tease.
Wen Li: "..."
The songs sung by this group of trainees are all the theme songs of a certain movie by Song Yan. Their voice is very good, and they have skills. They sing affectionately and beautifully.
After singing, the boy said to the camera again: "Mr. Song, I hope you like it."
Wen Li: "..."
She has acted in so many TV dramas, so many theme songs! Isn't there a song that can be sung!
Fortunately, there was a group of trainees in the back who were her loyal fans. They sang the theme song of the TV series she participated in and restored a clip of her video on the spot. Only then did Wen Li's mood improve a little.
During the middle of the recording, the director temporarily called for a break. Most of the trainees in the audience were drinking water and chatting. Wen Li thought about the mobile phone that was confiscated by the staff, so she got up and went to the staff to get it back.
Take a look, but haven't returned yet.
Maybe I'm busy.
Not knowing what to do with the phone, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't called her father to report the situation last time about the Chinese painting.
The beep sounded for a long time, but Xu Shimao was a little slow to pick it up.
"Li Li? Is there anything you want to call?"
"It's okay, just about the Chinese painting incident not long ago, Dad, have you heard about it?"
"A Yan already told me that day, and I sent him my ID card and studio business license at that time, why hasn't he dealt with it yet?"
At midnight, when I received a call from Song Yan, I first apologized to him, and then explained why I came.
Xu Shimao asked if he needed help, Song Yan said no, he could handle it by himself.
What about Lili
Fell asleep.
Xu Shimao is helpless, the situation is quite serious from what you said, how can this girl still sleep
Song Yan smiled, it's all right, just fell asleep and didn't have to worry about it.
Wen Li didn't know about this, and thought that his father's official Weibo was certified in this way.
"No, it's already taken care of."
"That's good." Xu Shimao paused, then sighed softly, "Actually, you don't need to bother Ah Yan with this matter, you are all public figures, and what you say is much wrong, tell your uncle, he will definitely Help you."
Wen Li's tone was not very good: "My uncle will help me? If he had been willing to help me two years ago, I wouldn't have been scolded so badly. He probably wouldn't bother to listen to me about such a 'trivial matter'."
Xu Shimao persuaded gently: "You guys had such a big quarrel at the time, think about it for yourself, how many things did you say that made uncle angry? It's not like you don't know uncle's temper, isn't it normal to say a few angry words? If you are working, go home and visit your grandpa, and repair the relationship with your uncle by the way, otherwise your mother will definitely not be happy if she finds out in the underground."
Dad's tone was so good that Wen Li didn't know how to refute, so she replied sullenly, "Got it."
Wen Li is a soft-spoken person, and her father has a good personality, and he is soft-spoken when educating her, so she is willing to listen to her father.
"Oh, by the way, how is Xiao Li recently?"
Hearing him ask about his younger brother, Wen Li felt puzzled: "Didn't he study abroad?"
"I came back after graduation this year, haven't you two contacted?"
"No, why should I contact him if I have nothing to do? Are you looking for a fight?" Wen Li frowned impatiently, "Then where is he begging now?"
Xu Shimao smiled helplessly: "Why don't you beg for food? How can you say that about your brother? Your brother is also in Yancheng, and he seems to sign up for a show."
"What show are you on?" Wen Li was puzzled.
"I don't know, it seems to be the kind that lives with a group of boys and then goes on TV." Xu Shimao's tone is also quite confused, "Isn't that a center for Internet addiction recovery when a group of boys live together? Can Internet addiction be on TV? "
"..."
Wen Li thought to herself that her father is really an idler who doesn't know anything about the Internet.
But when she listened to Xu Shimao's words, she always felt that something was wrong, and she had a bad premonition.
Wen Li said with disdain: "What is he doing on the show? He also wants to do my job? Can he do it? Just drive away fans in minutes with his bad temper."
"Forehead."
Xu Shimao didn't speak, because what his son said at the time was, if Wen Li can enter, why can't I? People like her stinky temper. It came out of a mother's belly. Am I worse than her
It is estimated that her daughter will be unhappy when she said this, so Xu Shimao decided to perfunctory the past.
The father and daughter asked each other a few more words before hanging up the phone. Wen Li also wanted to call Sister Dan to ask her to help her find out what program her brother was on. At this time, the staff came to remind her to start recording.
Wen Li had no choice but to hand over her phone again, and didn't have time to call Sister Dan, and didn't have time to see if Song Yan had replied to her message.
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Song Yan's mobile phone was placed on the conference table, and he muted it, so he didn't notice any news coming in.
"This book is really good. The hero design is very good and attracts fans. Why don't you think about it?"
Because he was declined by Song Yan last time, Director Guo's IP adaptation of Xianxia was sent to Mr. Bai again, and he confidently proposed a lot of cooperation conditions.
As long as Song Yan is willing to pick it up, there is no need to worry about anything else.
Song Yan heard these conveyed words, thinking that Director Guo really dotes on his goddaughter.
He came directly from home, dressed more casually, and his hair was not taken care of specially. The broken hair fell on his forehead, and he looked lazy.
Boss Boss, who was sitting in the main seat, was in a suit and leather shoes, with Danfeng's eyes slightly narrowed, his hair combed with pomade, looking helpless.
The two looked about the same age, but had completely different temperaments.
Song Yan is an actor and is good at shaping various roles, but he is not easy to get along with in private. He treats everyone with a business-like attitude. Although Mr. Bai is the company's decision-maker, he is usually more casual, and sometimes even follows Employees eat out and drink together.
Bo Sen didn't think there was anything wrong with this book.
The popularity of IP is high, the investment is high, and the level of screenwriting is also good. There is really nothing to be picky about.
But Song Yan still refused: "I can't act."
"Where can't you act?" Bo Sen asked the bottom line: "Are you still afraid that your acting will fail?"
He knew how well he had mastered the script, not because he was afraid of a bad performance, but because of what Director Guo said at the beginning, my daughter-in-law is your fan.
Song Yan is full of enthusiasm and has no shortage of other books to choose from. If the director didn't really think that he fits the role or the script, he would have no interest in taking it.
The reason cannot be clearly stated, and I have to deal with Director Guo in the future, so I have to prevaricate.
"You called me here just to persuade me to take this notebook?" Song Yan leaned back on the chair, with a casual tone, "Then I'll go home and rest."
"What are you doing at home? Is it comfortable to go home and face the camera, playing a loving couple with Wen Li?"
"At least it's more comfortable than wasting saliva with you here."
"Okay, Song Yan, very good, ten years of friendship is not as good as two years of fake marriage between you and that little girl." Bo Sen raised his eyebrows and looked at him pretending to be angrily. The girl loves to answer and doesn't answer, and I still look disdainful when I introduce it to you, tell me, have you taken a fancy to my fiancée?"
The reason why Person dared to make such a joke was because he was sure it was a joke.
Because Song Yan and Wen Li Shizhen didn't even know each other in high school.
When she was in high school, Wen Li learned to dance in the private art high school next door to them. School ended earlier than their school. Wen Li didn't like to ride alone in the car, so she would come over and ask him to go home with him. On the door frame, put out half of the head.
Boysen, you're home.
Bo Sen in high school is a bit of a bastard, he doesn't like to write test papers, and he is often detained in class. Wen Li doesn't care, anyway, she doesn't want to go home and face her uncle's face, and when everyone in the class has left, she will openly Walk into the classroom, sit next to him and wait for him to finish his homework.
The class representatives of other subjects are all familiar with Bo Sen, and they can get away with just a few words, but this physics test paper can't escape, Song Yan is the class representative, although they are close buddies, but Song Yan is an unselfish physics class representative, If you can't finish the test paper, you are not allowed to go home.
In the classroom where the setting sun was shining, the bell of the school public broadcast had already rang several times. Bo Sen was sandwiched between Wen Li and Song Yan, burying his head in writing the physics test paper.
The classroom was very quiet, no one was talking, Wen Li was playing PSP with headphones on, her legs dangling under the skirt of the art school, leisurely.
Song Yan was writing the test papers of other subjects, with his chest up and his back in full focus.
Bo Sen, who drank too much Coke in the afternoon, was anxious to urinate, went to the toilet and came back, and found that the two people were still in the original posture, did not communicate, and did not even give each other a look.
Person immediately judged that the auras of the two were at odds.
Who would have thought that the two people who were at odds with each other would meet again two years ago.
During the time when Wen Li's career was in crisis, Bo Sen was ordered by Wen Li's uncle not to intervene in the help, in order to force her to go home and admit her mistakes. Song Yan, who had no scandals in her debut and never had ambiguous affairs with female artists, was punished because of her good reputation. When it came to backlash, a bunch of black fans came out of nowhere, saying that he was gay, or that kind of closet.
So the two hit it off, signed an agreement and got married.
Song Yan frowned, and corrected in a flat voice: "How many years have your marriage contracts been voided, don't call her that."
Bo Sen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's okay, let's call her Wen Li, I don't even call her by her nickname. What kind of machismo are you, and you are not a real husband and wife. You are really stingy. She used to be my fiancée." That's right, but it's not my decision, it was arranged by her grandfather, and I am also a victim of this arranged marriage."
Song Yan ignored him, took the mobile phone aside and looked at it.
Person knew that he meant that he didn't want to talk anymore.
But Bo Sen found that since he picked up the phone, he was stunned, as if his soul was taken away by the phone, his eyes were fixed on the screen, and he made a gesture of zooming in on the phone screen with his fingers.
"What are you looking at?"
He stood up and stretched out his neck towards Song Yan.
Realizing that someone was coming to watch, Song Yan suddenly covered the front of the phone on the table.
Seeing his strong reaction, Bo Sen immediately smiled maliciously: "You don't, do you? You actually go to meetings and watch movies?"
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Halfway through the recording of the show, the trainees who had waited for a long time in the audience and didn't come on stage were already dispirited. Only a few very strong players would get excited when they came on stage.
The director deliberately arranged the instructor's stage at halftime to mobilize the atmosphere.
The four instructors mainly focus on vocal music, dance, and rap respectively. The effects of vocal music and rap programs are similar. Boys like handsome performances, and they prefer beautiful performances.
Qi Sihan wore long sleeves and danced a graceful Chinese dance, and the eyes of these trainees lit up a little.
It wasn't until Xu Xingyue came on stage that the atmosphere exploded.
She prepared three dances, for which she went backstage to change her clothes. First, she danced the theme song of the previous season's show, and then she danced the most popular title song of their girl group, and the last one was extremely difficult. Power type hip-hop.
The choreography is exquisite, step by step. From the beginning, the popular dance that everyone can dance is more and more difficult, and the dance gradually shows strength. Xu Xingyue completed the last split that showed the softness of the body. Everyone stood up and shouted "Senior Sister Xu" loudly.
"Senior Sister Xu! Senior Sister Xu!"
She is really good, she has almost no shortcomings in singing and dancing, and she dares to fight hard on the show, no wonder she is the top popularity.
Xu Xingyue flicked the bangs sticking to her forehead, and smiled happily: "Is my performance okay? Didn't I embarrass the seniors in the previous class?"
"No!!!!"
"Long face, long face!"
Then Xu Xingyue looked at Wen Li, who was seated C in the mentor seat.
"Sister Wen."
Wen Li didn't know what she told her to do. It shouldn't be obvious that she was distracted just now.
"Our four instructors have all prepared the show and performed it. You are the chief witness of the group, and you don't show your hands." Xu Xingyue tilted her head, panting and laughing, "Is it unreasonable?"
Wen Li was stunned.
At the beginning, didn't the show's executives say that she was a witness, and she was just here to spread the heat, so she didn't need to prepare the show
The script was temporarily changed
Immediately afterwards, Xu Xingyue answered her doubts: "This is not a link, but since the senior sister has come to our stage and is the chief witness officer, she must be very capable. I really want to see the senior sister show her skills. Are you right? ?”
The contestants were silent for a few seconds, and immediately booed: "Yes!"
Xu Xingyue raised her hand, suggesting that the contestants followed her rhythm and called Wen Li's name.
"Wen Li! Wen Li! Wen Li!"
"Come one! Come one! Come one!"
Wen Li looked at the crowd cheering, a little speechless.
Can the script be changed casually like this? Wouldn't this delay the recording process
She looked at the director, but the director gave her an "OK" gesture.
Even Wen Li was embarrassed to change the script casually when she was on the show. Why did the director nod when Xu Xingyue made a suggestion
What background, this junior sister.
Seeing her reluctance, Xu Xingyue comforted her softly: "Actually, I know this is a bit embarrassing for senior sister. Senior sister may not be very good at dancing, but I think since senior sister is the chief witness officer, she must show us For a few paragraphs, if the senior sister is not prepared, we can freestyle. Senior sister, you can make up your mind, it doesn’t matter if you can’t dance well, the editing teacher will cut it out.”
The meaning of the so-called freestyle in dance is to play random songs and improvise according to the drum beats and rhythm of the songs.
For professional dancers, it is easy to come by, but for laymen, it is just a blank look.
Xu Xingyue asked the contestants loudly again: "Trainees, are you looking forward to Sister Wen's freestyle!"
"expect!"
Wen Li started acting directly after returning to China. She would occasionally go to the dance studio to dance, but never danced in front of the camera.
The booing became louder and louder, Wen Li seemed to be dreaming back when she was a child, and was dragged in front of relatives by her parents, come on, Li Li, dance for your uncle.
I didn't expect this to happen to me as an adult.
She wondered narcissistically, could it be that my peerless dancing skills will not be able to hide