After not being a stand-in, I became a heartthrob

"Guide!"

The director and the assistant director planned for several people to watch the video in the room, when suddenly a man with a camera on his shoulder rushed in.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Here," the photographer carefully put down the camera in his hand, before he could catch his breath, he said, "The picture on the camera...take a look...Mo Xuzhi...recorded last night."

"The Record of Mo Xu?"

"No... not."

Maybe it's because he hasn't calmed down yet, the photographer's brain is blank, he doesn't organize his language well, and his words are all confused.

Although the director didn't understand what he said, but he saw something from his anxious expression, and asked someone to export the recordings in the camera, and said: "Take a breath first, think about it before you talk."

The photographer nodded, blushing.

"Guide, the record has been exported, do you want to read it now?"

The director waved: "Look."

The photographer was indeed a little bit unbearable to run, and he was still holding his knees and bending over, panting for breath.

The staff freed up a screen to play the video.

Several people in the room looked over curiously.

The video looks unremarkable, and even the angle is a bit weird.

The shooting is roughly that Du Minsheng entered the musical instrument store, then tried the instrument and hummed a few times.

Nothing special.

At least not enough to warrant a photographer running over to show them.

The director asked: "Old Tang, is this... different?"

The photographer named Lao Tang wiped his face, finally recovered his voice, and said, "Fast forward first, fast forward to the middle."

The director glanced at him, and asked the staff to fast-forward to the middle part of what Lao Tang said.

Everything is normal.

"Stop, stop, stop! Wait, go back!"

The progress bar jumped too fast, and the directors only saw the scene where Du Minsheng and another person left.

Who is the other person?

"That's unbelievable."

Lao Tang crossed the staff and pressed the keyboard to slow down and rewind at a double speed. He said, "Du Minsheng and I were going back to the hotel with several guests yesterday. I thought that there would be Lao Yang filming on the way back. There is also a camera in the guest room of Li, so I put the camera in the musical instrument store, and I want to continue shooting today."

"Today, when I went to the musical instrument store to pick up the camera, I found that the camera function was turned on. I was afraid that the empty images recorded all night would occupy the memory, so I took a rough look at what was recorded yesterday. If there is no image, I will delete it directly."

"Then," Lao Tang let go of his receding fingers and clicked the play button, "I saw this."

The directors finally saw clearly who the other person was.

"Mo Xuzhi?"

Someone said "Hey", then remembered something, and said, "Yesterday Mo Xuzhi did go to see Du Minsheng."

They watched yesterday's video, and originally wanted to cut a misleading CP scene of Mo Xuzhi and Du Minsheng, but found that except for Mo Xuzhi who took the initiative to find Du Minsheng this time, both of them were flat, rarely A few decent-looking shots in the same frame with a sense of CP.

They had all given up at first, but they didn't expect that there would be another section here.

"The focus is on the back, I'll turn up the volume."

After that, Mo Xuzhi and Du Minsheng chatted.

A few pairs of eyes fixed on the screen, and soon realized that something was wrong.

Mo Xuzhi and Du Minsheng seem to know each other, and they have known each other for a long time.

They didn't say a few words, and they didn't talk about the past, but their every move was very natural. Mo Xuzhi turned his head and asked Du Minsheng if he wanted to listen to his singing, and he was very familiar with it, as if he had done it countless times. Second-rate.

There is an atmosphere between the two that no one else can get in.

"This is fine! Then I can cut one..."

"Don't talk yet." The director looked at the screen and fell silent after speaking.

The whole room also fell silent.

A clear and gentle voice filled the entire space.

There is no post-retouching and mixing, and there is no other accompaniment except for a piano with a poor tone.But this piece of music penetrated into the limbs and bones of everyone present.

Slow and melodious, but very penetrating, it easily broke the inherent impression of Du Minsheng's version of "Whale" in their hearts.

In the end, they heard Mo Xuzhi say, "Teacher Du is enough for the audience", and they felt that their eardrums were about to melt.

As expected, Du Minsheng's ears turned red instantly.

"Damn it, he's so good at it!"

The little girl sitting on the side who just joined the group couldn't help but exclaim.

The person who had ridiculed Mo Xuzhi overtly and secretly before laughed awkwardly, "Haha... I never thought he could sing."

The director didn't speak, and went back to watch it again.

"What does the guide think?"

Lao Tang was also enthusiastically participating in other people's discussions, but when he saw that the director was sitting in front of the Maza and did not speak, he also became quiet.Seeing that the director finished watching it again, he couldn't help but make a sound.

"Suppress the broadcast first," the director pondered for a moment, then calmed down the others, and said, "When cutting the first episode, cut it until the moment before the game result came out, and leave a hook, and save this scene for the second episode. "

"Remember not to forget to cut the words he recorded on the bus before - as hateful as possible."

Several staff members understood and laughed.

If you want to promote, suppress first, the harder you scold, the higher the ratings, the higher the attention.

When the time comes to reverse, there will be another wave of traffic.

This was the first time Mo Xuzhi sang in front of people.

A star who has been hacked for a long time and is known as the "three no-traffic" suddenly reversed his personality—they even thought about what keywords should be included in the hot search for the scarf.

Their crew never intentionally flatters or underestimates people, and shoots wherever there is traffic. Everything is based on profit considerations, including but not limited to crazy pursuit and malicious editing.

It can be said that there is no bottom line and no principle at all.

"Keep the backup of the video. By the way, remember to send some task cards to Mo Xuzhi and the others. Anything is fine, as long as they are not idle."

After the director settled the matter at hand, he remembered the complaint he had made with the photographer who shot Mo Xuzhi, saying that they were all in the room, not communicating with each other, let alone going out, and there was no material to shoot at all.

Zhang Xuanxuan and the others next door were very active and self-conscious. They cooked with the kitchen staff of the hotel early in the morning, saying that they were experiencing life, and then went to the small hills to collect wind and find inspiration.

It was just the four of them, staying in the room all the time, Mo Xuzhi went out for a while, but when the photographer went to work to follow up, he went back to the hotel.

Looking at the pictures captured by the camera, he should have started playing games again.

The photographer vicissitudes of life sighed: "Why is Internet addiction so big?"

"Let him fight."

The director didn't seem to be in a hurry, his eyes were bright, and he was obviously planning something.

"When the time comes, let him have a good time with the professional players."

When Baiyin meets a career, it is both painful and fast, and there is still traffic to watch.

Pros?

When the director said this, other people got excited and carefully tested the tone. The director didn't say anything, but just shirked that "the contract has not been obtained yet" and "we will know when the time comes".

They will definitely win this traffic battle.

After spending a leisurely morning, Mo Xuzhi wrote about the process, and if he was tired, he would open a man-machine bureau with Du Minsheng and head-to-head with man-machine. If he lost, he would continue to work. It was easy and comfortable.

But this ease is destined to be broken.

The staff carefully knocked on the door, and then handed him and Du Minsheng a small card.

Mo Xuzhi didn't open the card immediately after getting it, but turned it over and over again in his hand, and commented objectively: "The card is very delicate, I have a heart."

The staff was a little puzzled, so he probed to see some oil stains on the card.

Smell it carefully and smell of fried chicken.

The director said that writing casually is really casual writing, even the paper looks casual.

"Please complete your exclusive small task."

The staff smiled awkwardly and slipped away immediately.

Mo Xuzhi returned to the room and opened the card in front of Du Minsheng.

Mo Xuzhi remained expressionless: "..."

Du Minsheng was a little puzzled: "..."

Not only do the cards look simple, but the tasks are also very simple.

Mo Xuzhisui and Du Minsheng pulled the weeds together all afternoon.

By the way, two plots of land were hoed.

The farmer uncle in Wanwan town also praised them for their kindness and gave them both apples to take home to eat.

It was getting late when they returned.

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected the red half of the sky, spreading out layers upon layers.

They were walking towards the hotel when they met a staff member halfway.The staff said they were going to prepare for tonight's game, they didn't need to go back to the hotel, they just went to the square.

It would be better not to go back to the hotel, and Mo Xuzhi was too lazy to walk, so he turned around and followed the staff to the square.

Du Minsheng followed Mo Xuzhi, and he could see his tired eyes from one side of his head.

Mo Xuzhi hasn't rested for a long time.

After he and Mo Xuzhi went to bed at twelve o'clock last night, they woke up in the middle of the night. Mo Xuzhi, who should have been asleep, got up and turned on the computer at some point.

The brightness of the computer screen is very low, with a faint blue light.He lowered his head, as if he was calculating something on the paper, the tip of the pen moved quickly, the first ink was not dry, and a piece of paper was finished in this way, and its speed was comparable to that of a printer.

The lenses of the silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose reflected the cold light, and Mo Xuyi suddenly seemed to be a few degrees colder, and the whole person looked calm and sharp.

Tight, agile, and focused.

This is the state of Mo Xuzhi Shen when he was working.

He didn't even notice Du Minsheng who had woken up.