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Once, twice, three times... Just rehearsing the positioning took almost an hour.

Li Jun's demands were almost harsh; he even repeatedly adjusted the volume of whispers.

At first, the students were excited and playful, but after being scolded by Li Jun, they gradually lost their confidence and became somewhat depressed.

Only Li Jun's commands, footsteps, and barely audible complaints remained in the warehouse.

Jia Peng carried the camera and followed Tang Yan's movements to simulate filming. He was sweating profusely, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

"Jun-ge, you've got that vibe!"

"Okay, five-minute break, then we'll film!"

Li Jun finally nodded.

Filming has officially begun.

The warehouse was completely silent; everyone was eager to get it right in one go.

"Scene 2, Shot 1 of 'Love is Not Blind,' Action!"

Tang Yan walked in through the company gate. Her shoulders were slightly slumped, her steps were a little unsteady, and she was clutching an old briefcase, her knuckles white from the force.

He stared straight ahead, completely ignoring the glances from his colleagues on either side.

Jia Peng's camera steadily followed her from the side and behind.

A female colleague looked up, glanced at her, and then winked at the person next to her.

Another male colleague walked down the aisle carrying a teacup, almost brushing past Tang Yan.

Tang Yan walked straight past as if she hadn't seen him. The male actor was stunned for a moment, and his reaction was very real.

Whispers passed behind her.

Tang Yan walked to his workstation but did not sit down immediately.

She just stood there, staring at the drooping pothos on the table for several seconds.

Then, he placed his briefcase on the chair very slowly, while remaining standing.

The camera zooms in, giving her a close-up of her profile.

Tang Yan's long eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow under his eyes, and his nostrils twitched slightly, as if he was trying to suppress something.

"Card!"

Li Jun called for a halt. The scene was silent for a second or two, then some sounds of relief rang out.

"Great! That's wonderful!"

Li Jun stared at the monitor replay:

"If your emotions are right, your positioning will be fine. However... those two whispering in the back row, their voices are a little too loud. Tone it down a bit. You need to get that feeling where you can just hear a little bit of their murmurs, but not quite understand what they're saying."

Upon hearing this, a sigh inevitably arose on set, and filming had to be restarted.

Li Jun was finally satisfied when the fourth take was filmed.

Next, they filmed close-ups of their colleagues' reactions and added some detailed shots.

Tang Yan maintained that "empty" state throughout. Even when the camera wasn't on her, she sat quietly at her "workstation," head down, completely absorbed in her work.

After filming the group scene in the office, it was almost dusk.

Li Jun checked the schedule and decided to rush another scene, a scene where Huang Xiaoxian is working overtime alone in the office late at night.

This required clearing the area, leaving only Tang Yan and a few lighting and photography personnel.

He told the students to finish work first and meet at the same time the next day to film the scenes in the streets and cafes.

The students received their 30 yuan cash for the day and boarded minibuses one after another to leave.

The warehouse was suddenly half empty, and the air was filled with the smell of sweat and the lingering warmth of the boxed lunches.

Jia Peng was so exhausted that he slumped into the director's chair, his arms visibly trembling.

"Following them for a day is like running ten 3,000-meter races."

Tang Yan, wrapped in Li Jun's coat, sat on the sofa with the set still in place, sipping hot water.

Her face was still somewhat pale, but her eyes had regained their sparkle.

Li Jun quickly rearranged the office area to resemble a late-night workday.

Most of the lights were turned off, leaving only a table lamp and the cold light from the computer screen, casting a lonely shadow on Tang Yan's face.

This scene has almost no dialogue; it relies entirely on Tang Yan's physical performance.

She sat in front of the computer, her fingers mechanically typing on the keyboard, but her eyes would occasionally wander, glancing out the window before she would suddenly snap back to reality and continue working.

After repeating this several times, she finally stopped, buried her face deeply in her hands, and her shoulders began to tremble slightly.

There were no cries, only suppressed, intermittent gasps.

The camera slowly pans from her trembling shoulders to the potted green ivy on the table, finally settling on her back as she hunches over her desk.

"Card!"

Li Jun's voice rang out in the exceptionally quiet warehouse, even echoing slightly.

Tang Yan raised her head. There were no tear stains on her face, but her eyes and the tip of her nose were red.

She looked at Li Jun, her eyes still somewhat dazed.

Li Jun stared at the monitor for a long time.

Jia Peng leaned closer, holding his breath.

"Passed." Li Jun finally uttered two words, his voice a little hoarse.

The three of them finally breathed a long, complete sigh of relief.

Li Jun slumped into the chair, as if his bones had been removed.

Li Jun stood up, walked up to Tang Yan, and looked at her very seriously:

"You've worked hard. There's a big show to watch tomorrow, so go back and get some rest. Don't think about anything else."

Tang Yan nodded, wanting to smile, but seemed to have no strength left to even do so.

After packing up the equipment and seeing off the last few students who had helped, only Li Jun and Jia Peng remained in the warehouse.

It was completely dark outside.

"How are you feeling?"

Li Jun leaned against the door and lit a cigarette.

Smoke rose in wisps in the dim light.

As Jia Peng inspected the lens cap, he reflected on the experience:

"I'm tired, but I have to keep going."

Jia Peng carefully packed the camera into the box.

Li Jun didn't reply, he just looked at the mess in the warehouse.

Is it worth it?

He doesn't have time to think about that right now.

Tang Yan's performance surprised him, and Jia Peng's progress was also evident. Although these students were still inexperienced, at least they were obedient and hardworking.

This rudimentary film crew actually managed to operate in a surprisingly efficient manner.

He stubbed out his cigarette and said to Jia Peng:

"Let's go, meet at the usual place at seven tomorrow morning to recruit people."

The two locked the warehouse door.

A cool night breeze blew by, and the city lights in the distance stretched out in a continuous expanse.

"Xiao Jun, how have you been lately? You said your parents are coming to Chengdu, right? I'm all ready."

Upon seeing this news, Li Jun's expression was somewhat peculiar.

He was away from home for the past few days, and to reassure Zhang Liangying, he suggested taking his parents sightseeing. Zhang Liangying happily accepted this suggestion.

She also asked to meet his parents.

Li Jun was actually willing, since he didn't want to go on blind dates, but he was just too passive.

He went from being the one making the choices to being chosen, which left him unsure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

That's it. He's too lazy to think about it now, so he'll just let fate take its course.

Li Jun took a deep breath, feeling heavy with exhaustion.

Li Jun suddenly spoke:

"Tomorrow we're filming the coffee shop scene. It's the first official confrontation between Huang Xiaoxian and Wang Xiaojian. There are a lot of lines and the pace is fast, so you'll have to keep up."

Li Jun continued:

"The shots need to be explosive, the zooms and pans need to be decisive. Let's aim for a three-take finish."

"clear!"

Jia Peng responded, his voice filled with eager enthusiasm.

The two figures disappeared at the end of the path.

The night gradually concealed the two figures, and they grew farther and farther away.