he's just my boyfriend

Early the next morning, Tao Fang held the soy milk from the cafeteria in his hand, and together with Da Kui and Xiao Song, walked slowly to the coffee bar in their courtyard.

All professional courses are taken in their own independent departmental buildings, and every time they perform public executions, they will definitely choose the coffee bar on the second floor.

Everyone piled up sporadically on the soft sofa, with a vertical projector placed in front of them.

When Tao Mian arrived at the coffee bar, their professional teacher had already arrived. At that time, Tao Mian was holding a soy milk bag and filling his stomach with his head up.

"Hey Tao Fang, I heard that your partner is coming today?"

Hearing what the professional teacher said, Tao Fang almost choked up a mouthful of milk: "Cough cough cough...what the hell."

There are only forty people in their class, and there are four professional teachers in total, but he is the only one who has not been absent for four years and has been with everyone for four days. men.

"They said that the old man even helped you with the class. This guy did a good job." Lin Zhiliang joked.

Tao Fang was stared at by Lin Zhiliang's sparkling eyes from behind, and laughed in his heart: "What medicine did he give you yesterday, it's worth all of you thinking about him so much."

A girl responded quickly and immediately took it: "What kind of medicine did he take, you have to ask yourself."

"Pfft ha ha ha ha ha—"

Amidst the laughter of the whole class, Tao Fang thought of the scene where he and Fang Qi were in the kitchen last night, and couldn't help coughing twice: "You guys are looking forward to it so much, it seems that you have done your midterm homework very well."

Lin Zhiliang took over the conversation along the way, and turned everyone's attention to today's public execution.

The homework requirements for this mid-term are amazing. They are only allowed to use pictures to edit, and they are not allowed to substitute videos. To put it bluntly, it is to see whose ppt cuts best.

Because it is a picture, everyone can cut any material.

Scenery, food, Victoria’s Secret, idols, and even selfies, but there are only a few good ones—it’s those few people almost every time—and there are very few that stand out.

At the beginning, Tao Fang just looked at it, but then he drifted away. It is indeed a bit horrible to ask him to tell the truth.

Halfway through, Lin Zhiliang couldn't bear it anymore.

"I just said politely to you that it was a ppt cut, but you all took it seriously?"

No one said a word.

Everyone's cuts are similar, and it's already considered outstanding if they can step on the beat of the music drum and change the position and size according to the characteristics of the picture.

"You guys recommend it. Whoever you think cuts it well, let's see first." Lin Zhiliang said.

Every time this kind of time comes——"Tao Fang! Teacher, Tao Fang!"

Tao Fang was playing and jumping in boredom, when Dakui's voice frightened him to three or four hundred points, and he just jumped away: "... Oh day."

Lin Zhiliang listened to the public opinion and pulled out Tao Fang's ppt: "Okay, let's see what kind of surprise our brother Fang will bring us this time."

Tao Mian: "..."

This man is poisonous.

Everyone was amazed from the beginning.

Tao Fang copied and pasted the same picture into a long strip of pictures like a film.

The black scene is introduced, starting with the background music that looks like a projector pulling a tape, and zooms quickly from left to right in a large format.

This makes people feel that the picture is no longer static.

In fact, Tao Fangyong's techniques are very simple, and everyone can do it after reading it, but the emphasis is on innovation.

Few people thought that the pictures can be placed on a split screen, and the subtitles of the lyrics can be used in the middle to connect the front and back.

Few people think that pictures can be scaled and adjusted left and right to make a tremor effect.

Not to mention that no one uses black and white baseboards in alternating contrasting colors to match the interpretation of the lyrics.

A picture can be cut into several fragments by Tao Mian, and appear in sections stepping on the rhythm from bottom to top, that is, the simple displacement of two pictures can be connected by him.

After the short clip of a song was played, there was applause from below.

Lin Zhiliang seemed to have finally been comforted, and taught: "This is a bit interesting. In fact, the technology is really simple. No matter who it is, it can be learned in a small room. The most difficult thing is creativity, and the most valuable thing is creativity. I I deliberately didn’t go into too much detail, I just hope that some of you can make a breakthrough, isn’t what our brother Wang did is not like a ppt at all.”

But then Lin Zhiliang asked again: "So who is this little boy Tao Fang you cut? Are you Oppa?"

Tao Fang: "...No, no, no."

What Tao Mian cut was a young Japanese actor who could sing. It wasn’t popular. He heard it by accident while listening to the song.

"Oh, so that's why you don't let your partner come." Lin Zhiliang's brain circuit is also very unique.

Tao Fang: "...No, no, he...is not feeling well."

Tao Fang once again thought of how Fang Qi accidentally swallowed his things yesterday when he stepped in front of him, and his head overheated for a while.

Quite a few sharp-eyed people could see that Tao Fang was blushing, and "secretly" whispered that his partner was Tao Fang who had been squeezed dry.

However, the sound is actually not small.

Tao Mian: "..."

It's a sad day when I received the leave, very sad.

Tao Fang went back to the dormitory to pack his things after class, and was going to pack himself into the folding fan hall in S city.

Fang Qing, who didn't wait for his sister-in-law to show up on Friday night, asked Fang Qi why Tao Fang didn't come, and Tao Fang had already been busy in S city all afternoon.

From the time he arrived at the destination, Tao Fang's mind never rested for a moment.

At the beginning, Director Chen's team didn't pay much attention to Tao Fang, a vase boy.

In particular, he had never even seen many of the props they brought to the scene, and he didn't know how to use them at all, and had to be explained by the photographer one by one.

Just looking at the one with the long legs, the one with the slim waist, and the pretty face, there's nothing I don't understand, it's just that Director Chen has got a twisted mind.

Director Chen made them very happy without seeing anyone with a few words.

But since Director Chen is willing to pay them for such a vase, they have nothing to say.

Whatever was ordered, it was done, and no one took this shooting seriously. Many people joked with the post-production team, saying that this time it was all up to them to edit.

Until the first meeting, listening to this beautiful little boy speak his thoughts in a humble but absolutely confident tone, they have changed a little bit.

Tao Fang feels that he is not a gentle person. He can pretend to be a silly and sweet person, but when it comes to working, he can't show it at all.

He doesn't care what reason these people are sitting here listening to him, and he doesn't care about the rules.

All Tao Fang cares about is the result. He needs a good resume for himself, so he will go all out and fight against all opinions.

"I have already exchanged some ideas with Director Chen in the early stage, and I have also adjusted the lens according to the equipment usage explained to me by the cameraman just now. If you have any comments on this lens script, you can raise it. After all, I am inexperienced. I need advice from seniors, but if I really can’t follow me, I personally hope that seniors can listen to me and give me advice after the final film is released, of course, if seniors are willing.”

Tao Mian slightly leaned over the table and slammed down the phone to everyone, and everyone fell silent immediately.

Tao Fang didn't know what other directors were like, but at least he knew that under the current situation, the director—that is, he—had the highest right to speak.

There can be discussions, but there is always only one person who decides.

This kid is a bit crazy.

This is what Tao Fang saw in those people's eyes, but he didn't care.

Surrender begins with the photographer.

The most important part of the film guide is naturally to communicate with several photographers, and how to shoot each shot has to follow Tao Fang's instructions.

After a few shots, Tao Mian was able to quickly adjust the shooting policy based on the experience given by photography, which can be regarded as a running-in, and he got into the state very quickly.

It's just because Tao Fang entered the group in the wrong order, and he didn't have any contact with the group beforehand, so the production manager couldn't give him a shooting schedule according to the venue or other things in advance.

It’s almost like Tao Fang said that for a single shot, the slide rails had to be re-paved, the lighting had to be re-scheduled, and there were a lot of equipment on site.

This was the situation on Friday afternoon on the first day.

When he went back that night, Tao Fang rejected Director Chen's dinner invitation with righteous words, shut himself in the room, and compiled a form by himself according to the points and records he had taken with the drama staff just after work was over.

The form is very simple, and all the shots he needs are listed in it, and they are categorized one by one according to the scene and shooting method.

With the planning, the shooting efficiency on the second day was much higher, the shooting time was greatly shortened, and work was finished a full day earlier.

On Saturday night, after dinner, Tao Fang made a request.

He hoped that the seasoned members of the group could cut a copy of this material in the later stage, and at the same time let him do it himself, and cut a copy according to his own ideas into a film.

He took this into consideration when designing the lens.

The lens coverage is very comprehensive, not only the parts he carefully designed, but also the missing parts, which can be regarded as double insurance.

Director Chen first agreed, and asked Tao, who had spent two days at the filming site, to avoid WeChat.

Tao Fang was given a lot of alcohol that night.

Looking at those gloating or worried faces, he accepted them all, without rejecting them all. Both cheeks were flushed from the ears to the neck of the collar, and his eyes were blurred and very seductive.

Director Chen's eyes became more and more explicit, and he didn't care about others, so he looked straight at Tao Fang: "Xiao Tao, these two days have been really good, you have to be more decisive in directing the film, I have already asked Lao Zheng to transfer the salary." You got it."

This hint is already naked enough, but Tao Fang pretends that he is delusional and doesn't understand.

He repeatedly waved his hands at Director Chen, and returned to his previous shy appearance, a little incoherent: "Why did I switch, and I haven't handed in the film yet... The seniors taught me a lot..."

Many people kept flattering and toasting Tao Fang under the guidance of Director Chen's eyes.

Tao Fang poured one glass after another, but the chopsticks in his hand didn't stop once he sat down on his buttocks. He was easy to get drunk on an empty stomach, and he didn't want to be really drunk.

Getting off the dining table, Tao Fang walked crookedly to his room.

Not long after closing the door, there was a knock on the door as expected.

The author has something to say: Tao Mian: Knock knock, knock your mother.