he's just my boyfriend

"Huh?" Fang Qi was a little puzzled.

He didn't even look at the camera just now, he was stepping on the horizontal bar of the chair with one foot, and stepped on the ground naturally with one leg stretched, lowering his head to adjust his cuffs.

Da Kui looked at the photo just now but was very excited: "Brother Fang, you look good! You have long legs! In fact, I fell in love with you when Tao posted your photo in Moments!"

"Hey, what do you mean, can you talk?" Tao Fang, who was busy dressing up, suddenly collapsed.

Accompanied by the laughter of the crowd, Dakui stared at the camera and adjusted a few parameters without raising his head. His face was full of interest, and he didn't save any face for him: "Brother Fang asked you to use it to shoot, it's a waste."

"Oh, see if you can."

Tao Fang wanted to say something but was stopped by the senior in front of him: "Don't talk, pout!"

Tao Fang hurriedly followed suit and asked his senior sister to paste something on his lips. The color of the tube of lipstick surprised him.

Dakui also didn't expect Fang Qi to be able to pose himself. From the beginning to the end of the order, his whole aura changed, and he completely disappeared from his usual laughing and joking appearance.

"Brother Fang, put your arms back a little more."

"Yes, beautiful!"

"Don't panic, wait for me to change the lens."

"Lights, triangular lights."

"Brother Fang, turn your head slightly, touch your bow tie, narrow position light, yes yes yes!"

"Brother Fang, you are just like Tao, and your body proportions are really good. When he is done, I can take a couple photo of you two."

……

While everyone was paying attention to Fang Qi in front of the background, Tao Fang discovered the difference in Lin Zhiliang.

He stood behind Dakui without speaking the whole time, carefully observing his SLR monitor screen.

Tao Mian knew that this person was evaluating Da Kui's photography ability.

Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. No matter how famous he is, it is not as good as Lin Zhiliang to see the formation of the finished film in person. After all, the latter part of the year is too powerful, and just looking at the portfolio is not enough to convince him.

Lin Zhiliang didn't speak until Fang Qi's facial paralysis photo shoot was finished.

He asked Da Kui: "Every time you go out to make an appointment to shoot, do you retouch the pictures yourself, or do you have a special person do it?"

Dakui was still flipping through the photos he just took: "I'll fix it myself."

"That's not bad." Lin Zhiliang patted him on the shoulder, looked at the few lenses in his camera bag and said, "Big local tyrant, I wouldn't dare to go out with your camera bag on my back."

"Don't run on me, I eat dirt every day." Da Kui, who has three generations of poor photographers, waved his hands, "Don't praise me in front of our chairman, he is the real master."

Lin Zhiliang taught them professional courses of all grades, so he naturally knew Jin Yang's level, and said with a smile: "He has been thinking about it for a year longer than you, and you can catch up if you work harder."

Jin Yang just smiled and said nothing.

Tao Fang was good at editing, and Da Kui was good at editing. Only Jin Yang was not partial to science, he was a solid technical stream, and he was no stranger to many members of the Adobe family.

Fang Qi, who took this group of photos, was sweating profusely, and the sweat on his back almost soaked his shirt. When a few headlights came close, he felt like he was spending summer.

Da Kui was very happy holding the DSLR, picking and choosing the films, turning over and over, unwilling to delete them, and complained to Tao Fang: "You have to treat me to dinner, brother Fang can make up a nine-square grid."

Tao Mian knew that Da Kui's photo editing was always intensive, and it was a blessing that a photo could be processed in three to four hours, and the price of receiving orders from outside was very expensive.

"As long as it looks good, I'll give you some biscuits from the cafeteria." He said generously.

It caused the room to laugh again.

While waiting for makeup, Tao Fang kept familiarizing himself with the lines in his hand, thinking that it would be embarrassing to perform without real objects for a while.

When the two senior sisters finished their work one after another and revealed the makeup mirror in front of them, Tao Fang was completely startled by himself in the mirror, he didn't dare to touch his face at all, his nose shadow and silhouette were heavily repaired.

Tao Fang tremblingly said: "This powder...is it too thick?"

What he didn't say in his mouth was that it's really okay for the admissions promotional video to let him use a red color on his mouth?

Because of the photogenic makeup, Tao Fang's previous flat-faced shoots were all heavy makeup, but that wouldn't be as thick as a city wall like this.

Maybe the only thing is that the hair is more suitable for Tao Tao's appetite. Although I have applied a lot of pomade, it is better than fluffy and natural enough.

"Actually, it's okay. I don't have any close-ups today. I'm basically shooting from a distance. When the lights are turned on, I have to key the image. I can't see anything without heavy makeup. I must deepen your outline." A senior sister said. .

Another senior sister was more simple and rude: "This is what your teacher explained."

Before Tao Fang could respond, Lin Zhiliang waved him over: "Have you finished memorizing the lines?"

Tao Fang nodded, leaving the printing paper in his hand on the dressing table.

In fact, the filming is very fast. Tao Fang only needs to walk a few steps back and forth on the green screen from far to near. It doesn’t matter if the lines are mispronounced.

In order to prevent lack of lens at that time, Dakui used a tripod to fix two camera positions in different directions, and finally put on a handheld.

Fang Qi looked at the radiant person on the SLR monitor screen for a moment in a daze.

He has seen quite a few photos of Tao Mian from Dakui's circle of friends, but those are still. This is the first time Fang Qi has seen Tao Mian alive in the camera.

The lights from three sides hit Tao Fang's body, which immediately weakened his facial makeup. His facial features looked exquisite and three-dimensional, and his lip color was natural, making the word "dignified" pop out of everyone's minds inexplicably.

Lin Zhiliang smiled: "It feels like we are not making an admissions promotional video, but a packaging promotional video for traffic niches."

As soon as the lights were in place, Da Kui gave Tao Fang an "ok".

Tao Fang adjusted a professional smirk in an instant, straightened his body, and subconsciously followed Fang Qi's previous teaching to keep his chest up, his abdomen in, and his buttocks in place.

"Hi everyone, I am the 2016 radio and television director..."

Fang Qi froze as soon as Tao Fang opened his mouth. Usually when he speaks...it doesn't seem to be this voice?

Tao Fang's words suddenly revealed a different magnetism than before, and his voice became a lot thicker, which sounded especially official, and the style of painting was a bit like the news broadcast on TV.

Because there were too many messy activities, Tao Fang got stuck three or four times on the way.

Two of them died in reciting the names. He hated him so much that he almost didn't "12345" all the messy names of their leaders and guests.

The entire shooting process actually took just over an hour.

"The time is much shorter than I expected." Lin Zhiliang was very pleased, "The main reason is that you two have a tacit understanding and cooperated well."

As soon as Dakui gestured, Tao Fang knew which side he might be about to appear on camera and had to adjust.

"But you can, Tao Fang, why didn't you take the broadcasting exam at that time, our school's broadcasting is also an ace major." Lin Zhiliang now feels that Tao Fang is a standard treasure boy, and the more he gets in touch with it, the more surprising he is.

"I can also play the voice, teacher." Da Kui, who was packing up the camera, immediately changed his voice and said with a straight tone.

Everyone was amused.

Fang Qi felt miraculous, it turned out that this is the "broadcasting tune".

Tao Fang took the mineral water that Fang Qi bought from the vending machine upstairs while they were filming, and replied: "It's too hard for them to practice their voice every day, but it's more comfortable behind the scenes."

"Want to do post-production in the future?" Lin Zhiliang looked at him and asked.

Tao Fang saw the inquiry in his eyes, swallowed a few mouthfuls, and smiled: "No."

Lin Zhiliang seemed to feel a pity, and asked, "Why?"

A trace of emotion appeared in Tao Fang's heart, and he smiled perfunctorily: "I don't like it."

This tai chi attitude was inconspicuous among the chattering and laughing crowd, no one paid attention to such a few simple answers, only Fang Qi saw Tao Fang's resistance.

He didn't chat with Lin Zhiliang affectionately like other students, with a sense of alienation.

After leaving the academy building, Fang Qi stared at Tao Fang as he put on his coat, and the two left in the opposite direction from everyone returning to the dormitory—to fall in love.

Fang Qi had seen it last time. Tao Fang’s school had many students running at night holding mobile phones and wearing earphones. They were obviously trying to solve the running indicators of the app.

There are those in twos and threes, and there are also those who are alone.

From time to time, there are a few people who ride bicycles slowly, and a few people who are in love and just take a walk like them.

"I'm going to get a bicycle too." Tao Fang felt the air duct brought by the bicycles passing by.

Fang Qi didn't notice it at first, but then he saw a few riders riding a bicycle, shaking their mobile phones up and down with one hand, and then realized: "Is this also running?"

"Yeah, the app is too fast, too slow, and the stride frequency must not be less." Tao Fang frowned when he mentioned this, "But riding alone is too miserable, I will go to Zhang Jiali next time. Borrow her bicycle with a back seat, you can carry me, I will sit on the back and shake, or I can also carry you."

Fang Qi laughed inwardly: "Didn't you run pretty well every time in the gym?"

"It's different..." In fact, Tao Fang couldn't tell what was different, just...

"I do not care."

"Good good."

Every time Tao Fang uttered these three words, Fang Qi was helpless, thinking that he was too cute.

As a result, before the two of them had time to practice their appointment, they ushered in their school's annual "Fluorescent Night Run" - the campus mini-marathon.

Normally, only two kilometers can be counted at a time, and Mima can be counted as five kilometers at a time, and you can get one free for five runs.

If you can't run, you will suffer, and if you can't run, you will be fooled. It is specially prepared for those who can't finish running the app.

After the lessons learned last year, Tao Fang knew that it was absolutely impossible to borrow a bicycle at such a time.

Make a decisive decision and direct Fang Qi to ride a small yellow car when he comes in from outside the school.

Fang Qi hasn't ridden a bicycle for many years, and he finds it new, but he doesn't pay much attention to borrowing and sharing bicycles, so that...

"Hey, why haven't you come yet?" Tao Fang urged him with a phone call, "It's about to start here!"

Mr. Fang, who borrowed a small yellow bike for the first time in the cold wind, was at a loss: "I...wouldn't borrow this kind of bike."

Tao Fang on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Fang Qi was an old antique who came back from abroad, and couldn't help laughing: "You just scan the QR code on WeChat, and you can use it after paying the deposit, come in quickly."

Unexpectedly, after Tao Fang waited for someone at the east gate, the first sentence Fang Qi said when he saw him was—"Actually, riding a bicycle is quite fun."

"???" Tao Fang looked terrified, what's so funny about it, "Is there... something on your car seat?"

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