"Brother Qing's sad eyes and so many slaps, Xiaomei, are they all serious?"
Seeing Yan Qing's reaction, Zhang Yameng, who didn't know the truth, whispered to find out.
"Really, that person just slapped him in the face with a round hand, huh!"
Miao Miao explained casually, seemingly nonchalantly, but secretly complained in her heart:
"Thinking of good intentions as a donkey's liver and lungs is worthy of some schadenfreude. At that time, Brother Qing'er seemed to have been knocked out by that person, and he actually stopped me, the crew coordinator, from causing trouble for her."
"The kissing scene was borrowed and the slaps in the face were all serious. Are you so dedicated..."
Zhang Yameng's eyes flickered between Miao Miao and Yan Qing.
"Lao Zhang, don't look at Brother Er clearly. He has Stockholm Syndrome. It's time for our show to go online. I'll cast it on the screen... Hey, wait a minute, the Whisper video needs to be updated..."
There was a hint of sourness in her tone, and Miao Miao's movements were not slow. She picked up the pad that was waiting at the side, updated the version, and ordered the latest second issue of "Talent Co., Ltd."
Skillfully operating the pad to cast the program to the TV, Miao Miao said softly: "Lao Zhang, you will understand all your doubts after watching a section of the program. Spoilers and so on are so boring.
.”
Zhang Yameng thought so and sat down again simply.
The conference room was quiet except for the sound of rustling writing and the background music of the theme song of the same name "Talent Co., Ltd." played on the TV.
…
The plain-faced Weng Huaijing walked into the dressing room carrying an old-fashioned speedy25 shoulder bag, put on a moon-white ballet practice uniform, slightly opened her lips and bit the elastic band on her wrist, and tied up her hair with black hair with both hands...
As the cool narration sounded on the screen:
"Everyone has a favorite place..."
…
The sound of the water-based pen rubbing against the manuscript paper suddenly disappeared. The sensitive Zhang Yameng and Miao Miao simultaneously turned sideways and looked to the left.
I saw Yan Qing stop writing, and he was particularly fascinated by the close-up shot of Weng Huaijing on the screen, tying up her black hair with bare hands.
"The translucent skin, the flat, long and straight beauty collarbones set off the perfect swan line of the neck. This is better than that sculpture..."
This was the first time Yan Qing had seen this amazing video of Weng Huaijing's appearance, and he was a little shaken.
"Just now, Lao Zhang is biting her headband like this and tying her hair into a ponytail with both hands. Brother Qing'er, why don't you take a closer look? She is so pretty. I really don't know what's so good about that person..."
Miao Miao, who was so sore that she kept stamping her feet, interrupted Yan Qing's ecstasy. She continued to complain: "Isn't it important to have long hair? Some people used to say that bobo hair is the best to look at. Sister Qing's words are just
That’s right, men are all big pig hooves.”
"What...what's going on, Brother Qing, I really didn't dry my hair thoroughly not long after I took a shower...I left it until it was almost dry before tying it up."
After hurriedly explaining, Zhang Yameng, who lay innocently at gunpoint, looked at Yan Qing who looked helpless, but her eyes exuded the light of gossip.
"It seems that I have come into contact with some shocking secret. Brother Qing must have something to do with Weng Huaijing. As for Miao Miao, does the boss understand her girlish feelings?"
Yan Qing blushed and felt a little embarrassed. He didn't dare to reply and lowered his head. He picked up his pen and continued to write rustlingly.
…
"This opening is so well shot~ Look, little meow, you're on the stage, so beautiful!"
Zhang Yameng coaxed Miao Miao, who was a little awkward, to continue looking down, but she had no reaction and continued to pout.
There was an awkward and silent atmosphere in the conference room.
…
The first thirty minutes of this issue of "Talent Co., Ltd." are all about the preparatory reading meeting for finalizing the creation of the script.
The two main creators and the behind-the-scenes team discussed and analyzed several stories presented by planning team leaders Yi Li, Weng Huaijing and others.
When Yan Qing on the screen finished reading a line with a complex expression of ferocity, pain, and self-blame, and then turned to smile evilly.
"Caijie, I have tried everything, but I can't do it. I find that I can't do it. I really can't do what you ask for. Maybe I have become too much over the years, so strange that I can't even recognize it.
I am clear about myself, ha, but do you think you haven’t changed at all?”
…
Zhang Yameng and the sullen Miao Miao in the conference room both laughed out loud, and the awkward atmosphere gradually receded.
…
The program team gave Weng Huaijing, the promoter of this story, a close-up shot:
Seeing Yan Qing's slightly exaggerated TV drama-style performance, Weng Huaijing's eyes twitched, and soon she lowered her head and dropped a few strands of bangs to hide her eyes.
"What about the story you chose?"
Not long after, Weng Huaijing raised his eyebrows again, and his pupils returned to a bottomless pool.
Yan Qing took out a stack of manuscript paper and talked about the story he had chosen. Amidst the doubts of other participants, he threw out some of the framework settings he had made for the script.
The novel setting of "time loop" quickly aroused the interest and brainstorming of other members at the meeting, and finally the script was completed step by step through collective wisdom.
…
"In the manuscript reading meeting just now, although the interaction between the boss and the person was little, the amazing tacit understanding, as well as some micro-expression changes of the person, coupled with Xiaomiao's hostility towards her, Brother Qing and her must have been the same before.
...That kind of relationship, this kind of... feeling of intimacy and alienation, it's too exciting..."
There was a strange light in Zhang Yameng's eyes, and she secretly glanced at Yan Qing, who was still writing at the desk.
"And once you accept the setting of time loop, some unexplained points in the edited version can be explained clearly. This is very cool, I really like it~"
…
TV's "Talent Co., Ltd." continues:
A lot of people had gathered in the small courtyard of the "office building" when the sky was just getting dark. Yan Qing, holding the director's microphone, stood in the crowd for a pre-shooting meeting.
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In front of a cash transport truck outside the bank, Miao Miao accompanied Yan Qing with a thick stack of manuals, talking about the scene with the driver and two armed escorts invited by the program team.
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Post subtitles:
"Where is our big boss?"
Zhou Peipei poked her head around the set, looking for Shao Qing's figure.
…
Post subtitles:
"The queen of Chinese agents in the waiting room—Shao Qing."
Shao Qing was dressed extremely sexy and voluptuous. She was sitting on the spacious second-row sofa of the Lincoln Navigator, closing her eyes and letting the makeup artist apply layers of makeup on her face.
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Post subtitles:
"I never thought you would be such a boss!"
Zhou Peipei finally looked back and saw her big boss, but Shao Qing looked like he was looking down on him.
Zhou Peipei looked confused and shocked, and the people watching behind the scenes burst into laughter.
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Post subtitles:
"What you think is an intimate scene vs. a real intimate scene"
In the footage from the show, there were two intimate scenes in the play that looked like a kiss, but there was a full three inches of distance between the actors.
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Post subtitles:
"Director's voice: Does it hurt? It hurts even if you come!"
Yan Qing sneaked into the corner, holding an ice pack and applying it to his red and swollen cheeks.
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Post subtitles:
"Newton's third law of motion: Forces act reciprocally!"
Weng Huaijing's left hand, which was hidden behind her back, gently rubbed the palm of her right hand which was slightly red from the continuous slaps in the mouth.
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"The main film is here, Brother Qing'er, let's begin."
Miao Miao took Zhang Yameng's hand and called Yan Qing softly, throwing the sullen anger she had with him not long ago back to Javaland.
"Lao Zhang, didn't I tell you that there is a very nice Cantonese song in the play? Can you speak Cantonese?"
"I can understand, but I can't speak..."
"That's enough. It sounds really good~"
…
Five big characters slowly appeared on the screen
-a perfect day-
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A news interview vehicle with the logo of "Zhengcheng TV Commercial Urban Channel" printed on its body stopped steadily in front of the light sign outside the door of a small hotel.
The eight red artistic characters on the light sign are somewhat faded.
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"Teacher Yan Qing did a great job in playing Suo Leixing, an extremely self-righteous scumbag. My sister Jing'er is so cute. My heart melts just by looking at her smile."
In Room 3005, Courtyard No. 1, Wanshou Temple Road, the second issue of "Talent Co., Ltd." was playing on the TV in the living room. Shao Qing, Weng Huaijing, and Zhou Peipei were sitting on the sofa in the living room.
Xizi held her heart in her arms, and it was Zhou Peipei who looked intoxicated like a nymphomaniac.
Shao Qing, who had a playful expression, tried to tease: "Huai Jing, look at how beautiful you look when you smile. Yan Qing was dumbfounded."
"That's Suo Lei Xing, the girl who's laughing is called Li Na."
Weng Huaijing glanced coldly at Shao Qing, who had a smirk on his face.
Shao Qing continued to tease her: "Okay, you guys in this industry call for role-playing, tsk tsk tsk... I'm still angry with him for mentioning Wang Wanxi..."
Weng Huai stood still, and she said stiffly: "I didn't..."
Shao Qing smiled charmingly: "Let me see what Professor Weng's English name is..."
Weng Huai turned his back silently.
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At six o'clock in the morning, the scene of Soleixing waking up from the hotel bed appeared on the screen several times.
This scene was accompanied by the narration in Soleixing's somewhat hoarse and trembling voice:
"I originally thought it was just an ordinary last location interview before leaving my job. Unexpectedly, after checking into a hotel with good facilities in Zhuxian Town, I fell into a strange circle..."
"I wake up from this bed every day at six o'clock in the morning. This terrible song is always played on the radio. Who the hell sang it? The opening lyrics are always that sentence - today is February 4, 2008
Monday, the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month."
"I tried to leave. After completing the interview at around 8 a.m., I forced two colleagues to return. Our car would be stuck on the highway in a snowstorm, and we stayed in the car until 5:59 the next morning.
In fifty-nine seconds, I will wake up in this bed again."
"Every morning I have to go to the Agricultural Hall of Zhuxian Town to do on-location reporting. After all, my two colleagues know nothing about it. Everyone I meet along the way is repeating their lives. Only I feel like I am being imprisoned forever.
Average for the day.”
"Until one day, under Li Na's unintentional suggestion, a good idea suddenly popped up. Since I can't resist the compulsion of life, why don't I take the initiative to enjoy it?"
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After waking up again, Suo Leixing jumped out of bed with excitement on his face, shouting: "Come here, beauties and a life of luxury and luxury!"