The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

"Ah, why has it taken so long? Come over and take a look. They should have finished arranging it long ago." An Chen and Ling Han got up and were about to run over there when they were grabbed by Ji Xuan.

"We're done here, two breakfast addicts, it's time for us to go to the next place."

"Ah? It's so fast! Brother Ji Xuan is awesome. Let's go, let's go to the next place."

Although the people with individual shots are only a small part here, they can also be used as extras elsewhere.

The basketball team and a few people who were going to be cheerleaders had already gone to the gym to change clothes. An Chen and the rest of the people were walking there in a mighty manner.

The other people in this shot act as spectators at the game.

"The props will come in a while, including the sign for watching the football game, and some other things. The seats in the middle will be a little denser, and the two sides can be spread out. We must fill the stands."

An Chen found the cute little speaker from yesterday, and now he doesn't have to shout to talk.

Jiang Yuan went to change clothes and get ready. Ai Yamin and Cheng Han did not need An Chen to call them this time and took the initiative to organize the work on site.

The cheerleading team has already come out. Their costumes and props are borrowed from the cheerleaders in charge of the school. They are complete and well styled. The makeup artist will just touch up their makeup in a while.

"We're done." Jiang Yuan walked out with the basketball team. As soon as they came out, they attracted a lot of attention.

The average boys, who are over 1.79 meters tall, are wearing sports uniforms and sneakers. Some have straps on their arms, and some have hairbands on their heads. They were all handsome guys originally, but now they look even more eye-catching.

"Let's get ready and start right away. Follow my instructions."

An Chen and the others withdrew to one side. After the starting command sounded, several people on the field followed the movements that had been practiced countless times and followed the precise process.

There's nothing wrong with it on the court, and there's nothing wrong with it, but the audience in the stands is a little unprofessional.

"Everyone in the stands, listen to me, your reaction is a bit too calm. Let's liven it up a little. Some of you must have watched the football game. You usually watch the football game in the same state as it is now. There are a few more Cheerleaders, you might as well get a little active.”

After An Chen clarified the problem, he started again with greetings. This time it was much better. The boys in the stands shouted lively, and several cheerleaders also started shouting "Come on" with props.

He explained what needed to be explained again. This scene was almost over. The next one was to go straight to the playground.

The eight guitar players and singers also changed their costumes in advance in the gymnasium, and their guitars were also left in the gymnasium, so they can get ready now.

The chairs where they played and sang on the playground were prepared by An Chen the night before. They had been placed in the storage room of the gymnasium and had been moved here with help just now.

The other students were scattered on the playground, chatting in twos and threes, and some were exercising. It was almost the same as the usual playground feeling. Although it was a video shoot, it was still necessary to pursue a sense of reality.

After yesterday's practice, my guitar playing and singing are now very good. All the problems that occurred yesterday have been corrected one by one. After repeating it again, there is not much that needs to be modified.

"There is no problem with these now, but it is best for you to look forward when shooting, so that the camera can capture you better."

After An Chen finished speaking, they continued to change venues.

There are mountains and rivers in your eyes that are more immortal than anything on my path (Today’s speech is a special episode of confession)