Virtual Superstar Breeding Diary

"Chaoyang" crew studio.

Xie Ting and Lin Miaocai had filmed a rivalry scene, and Yang Zhisheng was still dissatisfied, so he stretched his arms, flicked through the script, and talked about the scene for the two.

It's been weirdly hot lately.

The afternoon sun was hot and hung high in the sky, making Bara wilted from the sun. The actors' costumes were thick and rough.

Due to the tense schedule of the starring role, the crew almost worked in three shifts, so they finally had time to take a break, and one after another rested in the hallway to yawn.

When Qin Huai came back with the cake box, Xiao Chi was swinging the sleeves of his wide costume, fanning himself, seeing the mysterious smile on the little assistant's face, he lazily raised his eyelids: "What are you doing?" ?”

"Brother Xiao, guess who I saw just now?"

"How do I know." Xiao Chi lay limply on the railing of the corridor, the director's roar came from afar, making him subconsciously shake his ears.

Why is this scene not over yet? He is still waiting to be on camera.

Qin Huai held the cake box hidden behind him in front of him: "Look, it's your favorite snack, delivered by Mr. Ji himself."

The off-white box is tied with a tender pink decorative flower, and there is a circle of crushed ice stickers inside the box to keep the temperature low.

Xiao Chi's eyes lit up, his drooping ears lifted up like antennas, his eyes scanned left and right, like a radar looking for a target:

"Ji Chenxuan is here? Where is he?"

Qin Huai scratched his head: "He gave me the cake and left, as if he still has something to do."

"Oh..." Xiao Chi dragged on a long tune, sighed in disappointment, turned off the radar instantly, turned on the energy-saving mode, and lay back silently.

Qin Huai immediately added: "He also said that when you finish meeting here, there will be a surprise for you."

As he spoke, he handed over a card with Mary Photography Studio and its detailed address written on it.

Xiao Chi held the card between his fingers, and looked at it twice: "Photography studio, does he also think that the photo was not taken well, so he wants to take another one?"

Unable to guess Ji Chenxuan's intention, Xiao Chi simply stopped thinking about him, he couldn't wait to open the cake box, cut a piece and gave it to Qin Huai.

The little assistant hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, this is specially sent to you by Mr. Ji, and it's too sweet."

Xiao Chi smiled and forked a small piece into his mouth: "Then you will miss a great joy in life."

Just halfway through eating, the director started yelling to start work, and the staff cheered up and took their positions. Xiao Chi gulped down his cheeks puffed up, and was caught by Zhang Mengmeng to touch up his makeup.

This scene tells the story of the theater troupe where the actor Gu Meng was affected by the flames of war and was displaced. Gu Meng was bullied by a group of small leaders of the enemy army because of his handsome appearance. The villain leader was played by Pei Fang.

"Scene 101 of "Chaoyang", shot1, take1!"

Yang Zhisheng sat on the director's chair calmly: "Action!"

Gu Mengcai had been beaten, the makeup on Xiao Chi's face was blue and purple, his head was dirty and fell to the ground, his hair was disheveled, his face was disheveled, only his eyes were nailed to Pei Fang's body like sharp arrows, they were terribly sharp.

Several group performers in military uniform laughed and laughed and pushed Xiao Chi to the ground. Pei Fang grabbed his hair and forced him to raise his head high, revealing his fragile Adam's Apple.

"Are you singing or not?" Pei Fang looked down at him condescendingly, his expression of arrogance and contempt was in place.

Yang Zhisheng watched from the monitor and touched the corner of his mouth in satisfaction.

Xiao Chi opened his mouth with difficulty: "No..."

Pei Fang had expected this earlier, and without turning his head, he stretched out his palm to his subordinate, so a pipe was handed to his palm, there was no spark, but the tip of the pipe was smoking.

The camera lens moved slowly, giving a close-up of the pipe.

He sneered, and brushed the pipe against Xiao Chi's cheek vigorously, using the smoking end, Xiao Chi was so smoked that he blinked physiological tears immediately.

Tears melted down on that gorgeous but pale makeup, like an exquisite vase with only one corner broken, reflecting a sense of incomplete beauty.

The assistant director frowned. The script said that the smoke was dry, but Yang Zhisheng didn't say anything. He seemed to think that the effect of this performance would be better.

The surrounding staff watched quietly, as if they were worried along with the plot, and could hardly move away from that face.

"Catch up with the camera and take a close-up of his face!"

Pei Fang patted Xiao Chi's face with even more disgust: "Are you stubborn? Are you strong? A mere opera singer, did you give me face?"

He pinched Xiao Chi's chin hard, almost showing his fingerprints. The pipe had already been replaced with a soft bag prop, and Pei Fang forcefully stuffed it into Xiao Chi's mouth, and pounded it hard with the cigarette end.

"Don't sing, right? Don't even think about singing!"

The camera was focused on Pei Fang, Xiao Chi only had the back of his head, and logically this action only needs to be faked, but Pei Fang seemed to be in a play, Xiao Chi frowned in discomfort, and directly coughed out the props.

"Cut!" The director scowled, "What are you doing? Can you act!"

Pei Fang quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, maybe I hurt Teacher Xiao. Let's do it again."

Xiao Chi glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Yang Zhisheng said loudly, "Start again!"

No matter how bad Pei Fang did this time, Xiao Chi tried his best to endure it. The camera turned around, and in the picture, he was staring at a pair of red eyes, and there was a dazzling red at the corner of his mouth.

Yang Zhisheng breathed a sigh of relief: "It's over!"

Immediately after filming the second segment, Gu Meng fought back violently, desperately injured, killed the little leader, and fled while taking advantage of the chaos.

The director turned around and shouted, "Is Wu Ti in place?"

Xiao Chi moved his hands and feet a little, and said calmly: "I don't need a martial substitute."

"No? Are you sure?" Yang Zhisheng and the assistant director looked at each other. Of course it would be best not to use a double, but seeing Xiao Chen's "weak" small body, they cast doubtful eyes.

Xiao Chi rubbed his fist, eager to try: "Definitely!"

He glanced at Pei Fang vaguely, and the latter shuddered inexplicably: "Mr. Xiao, don't be stubborn, it's getting late, and everyone who is on shift wants to call it a day and rest early."

Xiao Chi insisted: "I have no problem."

Yang Zhisheng: "Then try it. The plane is in place, ready to start."

According to the script description, Gu Meng has learned the tricks in the theater troupe for several years, but he is incomparable to the little leader. He completely relies on his unexpected and brutal force to catch people, pulls out a thin hairpin from his head, and sticks it into the enemy's throat , Immediately after being wounded by several of his men, he barely escaped by jumping into the river.

In order to maintain the coherence of the picture, this is a long shot.

The camera lights up, and after Pei Fang admired Xiao Chi's embarrassment, he turned around and chatted loudly with the group performers. He knew that the next moment, the other party would rush over and hug his waist, knocking him down with force.

Of course Pei Fang didn't intend to let Xiao Chi pass the test so easily. He separated his legs slightly, shifted his center of gravity down, and stood firmly. With his physique and weight, he was not the kind of thin arms and legs of Xiao Chi. , can be lifted casually.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Chi jumped up from the ground, and when he came up, he swept his legs!

The line of sight is spinning, and everyone around is upside down!

Pei Fang's expression changed instantly, he staggered, and fell heavily on the ground, splashing all over with plaster.

He turned around in astonishment, his pupils reflected a thin hairpin tail, which came fast and hard, Pei Fang subconsciously screamed, the hairpin brushed against his neck, bringing a gust of chilly wind.

This time the rabbit was up and down, and everyone on the scene was stunned!

Yang Zhisheng was stunned for a while, then patted the armrest of the chair angrily: "Xiao Chen! Your movement is wrong! Is that the skill a weak actor should have! Do it all over again!"

Pei Fang lost face, held his breath in his heart, and said with a smirk: "Mr. Xiao, why don't you let Wu Ti come?"

Xiao Chi scratched his head embarrassingly: "No, no, I will."

So for the second time, Xiao Chi pulled his waist and fell down.

The director held his forehead: "No, no, too much force. Do it again!"

It wasn't until the third time that Xiao Chi reluctantly showed that a weak actor in a desperate situation should fight to the death.

At this time, Pei Fang had been thrown three times for no reason, and his butt was almost swollen from falling. Holding his sore waist, he pointed at Xiao Chi's nose angrily and urgently: "Mr. Bar?"

Xiao Chi innocently blinked a pair of big black eyes: "I don't have one, I'm sorry, the fall hurt you? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Even the director spoke for him: "Don't think too much, just now you were so strong when you used the pipe, and others are not as delicate as you. Stop making trouble."

Seeing that the director was also deceived by Xiao Chi's natural and harmless face, and the staff who cleaned up the equipment pointed at him, not knowing whether they were laughing at his coquettishness or his embarrassment, Pei Fang was so stunned that he could only shut his mouth angrily.

After the torment of this scene, Xiao Chi yawned lazily, the assistant director patted him on the shoulder, and smiled kindly: "Tired?"

"It's okay, I'm a little sleepy all of a sudden." Xiao Chi sucked his nose, his eyes were sleepy.

Xie Ting handed over a cup of herbal tea and a towel: "It's almost time for work today, let's go back and rest."

Taking advantage of no one around, Xie Ting winked at him and said meaningfully: "You performed well today."

Xiao Chi looked over with a pair of clear eyes: "What did you say?"

Xie Ting held his forehead with some headache: "...Forget it. Just pretend I didn't say it."

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The silent cloud covered the sky at some point, drowning out the afterglow of the setting sun.

The weird sweltering heat recently seems to have been explained. It was the last struggle of the sun before the rainstorm.

Coming out of the studio, Xiao Chi sat in the car, feeling more and more sleepy, yawning in the back seat, maybe because of shooting an action scene, even his hands and feet were a little weak.

But thinking of seeing Ji Chenxuan in a while, he managed to pull himself together and asked Qin Huai to send him to the entrance of Mary's photography studio.

The location of this block is a bit remote, there are not many pedestrians on the street, and their footsteps are in a hurry, for fear that they will not be able to escape the tail of the heavy rain.

"Brother Xiao, shall I wait for you here?" Before getting out of the car, Qin Huai asked from the rearview mirror.

Xiao Chi yawned again, and waved his hands lazily: "No need, Ji Chenxuan will go back with me later."

"That's fine." Qin Huai smiled knowingly and waved goodbye to him.

Holding the card, Xiao Chi walked into Mary's studio. There was a dark red carpet, a pale chandelier, and large and small photo frames on the walls. Surprisingly, there was no one inside.

"Ji Chenxuan?" Xiao Chi looked around and walked in, "I'm here."

At the end of the corridor, there was a room with the door ajar. Xiao Chi pushed the door open and entered. A man in a pure black suit stood in front of the window, quietly smoking a cigarette.

Hearing the movement, the man turned his head and smiled at him with a warm and gentle smile, just like the spring breeze in March:

"It's finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

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Huanyi Headquarters Building.

Just as Ji Chenxuan got off work, he sat in the car and called Xiao Chi, but there was a busy tone on the other end.

The rearview mirror reflected his frowning expression: "Strange, why is there no signal?"