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Wen Zezhen didn't make a sound for a long time.

Qu Youhe was uneasy, and looked back again-in the dimly lit rear seat, the faint light of the mobile phone screen was reflected on Wen Zetong's face, the latter leaning on his back, like a lighted statue. .

Qu Youhe's pupils shrank: Didn't you still feel refreshed?

"Brother Hung, what's the matter with you?"

Wen Zizong's mental sanity gradually recovered after being severely injured, and he shook his head bitterly, "It's okay."

Qu Youhe didn't believe it, "Your external performance doesn't match your words."

Wen Zezhen remained silent for two seconds, then turned his head out of the window.

It was late at night, and the window was pitch black, and the street scenes along the way became blurred in the rapid retreat. Only his handsome face, which was full of gray, was reflected on the car window, which was especially clear.

"I want to finish..." he murmured in a low voice.

"Finish?" Qu Youhe carefully recalled the scenes filmed during the day. "Didn't the shooting go well? Everyone gets along well. Brother Chong, don't you like this script?"

Wen Zezhen couldn't hear anything right now. There was a sound of 3D surrounding "Old and strong" in his ears, and a group of sea otters even popped out of his mind, clamoring "grandma" and "grandma" one after another...!

Wen Zezhen's voice suddenly rose, "I don't like it at all, I want to make it faster!"

Qu Youhe is very tired, "It's been so long since the filming, and the process is smooth and smooth. If you have any dissatisfaction, just say it and let everyone solve it together."

Wen Zezhen said, "Then I don't want to be a kind grandmother."

Qu Youhe, "...??"

After a while, he reached out his hand to turn off the car music, and coaxed, "You go to bed soon, Brother Huang, people are not awake anymore."

…

Wen Zezheng decided not to contact Rong Yuheng before thinking of a way to change the script, lest the latter get into the play too deeply.

Fortunately, Rong Yuheng, the little unscrupulous man, was also quite considerate, and did not take the initiative to harass the former at all.

The days of mutual placement just passed, and the night of the decisive battle of Ace Chuangxing was finally coming.

The night before the final, the classroom at the training center was brightly lit. The members of the three groups are doing the last retreat, and they will go to the TV station for on-site rehearsals during the day the next day.

Shan Qi still didn't give up the "lifting" action, but fortunately, after Rong Yuheng watched dozens of flying poses, he finally knew how to use his strength, and the two cooperated fairly well.

Pu Zaixi finished a period of his own dance and stopped to watch the rehearsal of the two.

After watching for two seconds, he couldn't help but cast his gaze on Rong Yuheng's waist-when the latter was lifted by the waist, the exposed amputation was really flexible and powerful.

It feels very resistant to toss.

In the next second, Pu Zaixi saw Shan Qi put Rong Yuheng down and lifted the hem of his clothes. "I just found out that you have some abdominal muscles."

Rong Yuheng spread out his belly proudly and let people visit him, "Yes, six yuan, it will be more obvious when you use force."

Then the two started poking each other's belly happily.

Pu Zaixi looked cold and sweaty, "..."

For some reason, his first reaction turned out to be, don’t broadcast this paragraph...

The next day there will be rehearsals and finals, and the students will go back to rest at about ten o'clock in the rehearsal.

Before going to bed, Rong Yuheng finally remembered Wen Zezong, who was thousands of miles away. He was one of his mentors anyway, so he had to tell him how.

[Rong Yuheng]: Tomorrow is the finals, Duck!

The message was sent, and Wen Zezhen didn't reply until he closed his eyes. Rong Yuheng became sleepy and turned off the phone and fell asleep.

The next morning, as soon as the first ray of sunlight entered the dormitory, Rong Yuheng was awakened by the movement of his roommate.

Pu Zaixi and Zou Yi were particularly nervous. They got up early in the morning, applying masks and pressing legs.

Zhou Shubai is okay. He probably knows that he has no hope of making a debut. He is still lying on the bed at the moment, looking at each other blindly across a passage from Rong Yuheng, who just opened his eyes.

"..." Rong Yuheng paused for two seconds, "Morning."

Zhou Shubai nodded, "Morning, shall we sleep a little longer?"

Rong Yuheng let out an "um", he was still a little sleepy, and wanted to take a look at some time before going to bed. When he touched his phone, he saw Wen Zezheng's reply.

Wen Zezheng's reply was sent at two o'clock in the morning, which shows how late the crew was filming.

[Wen Zetong]: Don't be nervous, come and catch me if you need it, come on.

Rong Yuheng stared at the phrase "catch me" for a long while, feeling that the doze was gone.

He guessed that Wen Zezong was trying to say "find me", but he made a mistake because he was too sleepy.

After he thought about it, he was a little moved. Wen Zezhen was so sleepy that he didn't forget to return his news. It was obvious that he really thought of himself as a grandson.

[Rong Yuheng]: Just catch it, I'm afraid of breaking the law. I will do my best, okay~[Sea Otter Holds His Cheeks.jpg]

After sending the message, he got up and joined the ranks of applying facial mask to press his legs.

Zhou Shubai, who had just closed his eyes, "brushed" and opened his eyes—he felt the betrayal from the egg peeler!

…

The morning time passed hurriedly. At 9:30 in the morning, all the students gathered in front of the bus and went to the TV station for rehearsal.

The three main instructors set off individually and went to the scene to give pointers to the students' rehearsal.

After arriving at the TV station, the trainees went directly to the lounge to change into costumes for performances. Rong Yuheng and his group had more complicated costumes, with long robes and sleeves and armor.

Rong Yuheng was tying the belt with difficulty, when the host Xi Lin came from the other side, stopped in front of him and took the initiative to tie him, "I will help you."

Rong Yuheng was surprised for a second, then thanked him, "Thank you Brother Xi Lin."

Xi Lin was lowering his head and tying the belt, and smiled when he heard the words, "It's okay, I haven't thank you for taking care of my sister."

Rong Yuheng was stunned, then reacted, "Xi Tao?"

Xi Lin nodded, "Well, I watched your variety show. It’s the first time you met you to take care of her. I’m very grateful. Xiao Tao gave you a good comment. She heard that I was hosting your competition. I specifically told me to take care of you."

Rong Yuheng said to Xi Lin Hai Otter, "Thank you~"

Xi Lin smiled, "Yes, you can find me if you have anything. I'm in the 306 lounge."

"Good~"

The conversation between the two did not deliberately avoid the members of the same group. After Xi Lin left, Pu Zaixi came over, "Did you record the "Treasure Hunt" last time? Wow, the world is so small, you can meet a pair of brothers and sisters even if you participate in two shows!"

Rong Yuheng folded his hands to the west, "It's all fate."

"..."

The trainees passed their positions twice in the morning, finished their dinner at noon, and then started a full set of rehearsals in the afternoon.

Before Rong Yuheng's turn, they practiced in an empty room. Yu Fu's dance moves are still a little reluctant, and Nan Minshan in the same group can't help but worry about him, "You are very suspicious like this."

Yu Fu sighed, "I can only vote for me with some CP fans."

It was the first time that Nan Minshan heard this kind of rhetoric, and people were all stupefied, "What cp fan?"

Yu Fu, "Bian Chen and I have a cp group called ‘surrender’. The cp fans should vote for me."

"..." The remaining four people were relatively speechless for a while, and they didn't know whether to condemn him for this behavior or to pity him in this situation.

Yu Fu was unconscious, and his posture was quite tolerant. "Although I don't have that kind of relationship with Bian Chen, I don't mind this kind of CP either."

Rong Yuheng took a breath of air-conditioning—what a thick skin!

He looked at Yu Fu as if he was looking at a warrior who was going to die: You had better not let Bian Chen hear what you said, otherwise I would not be able to get past you.

…

The afternoon rehearsal proceeded smoothly under the guidance of the instructors.

When Song Tang saw Rong Yuheng, he kindly put a rua on his head, "I have received your blessing, thank you."

Rong Yuheng's goldfish brain fell into a short blank, "What?"

Song Tang continued to rua him, "Long live a hundred years."

Rong Yuheng, "..."

This trivial episode was quickly turned over. After the three groups of students rehearsed for two rounds, the time was close to five o'clock.

After dinner, it was makeup and hairstyle.

The live broadcast of the finals officially started at 7:30, and there was plenty of time, but there was a tense atmosphere among the trainees.

Rong Yuheng was also infected, and he was a little restless. He was going to "catch" a Wen Zezheng to decompress.

[Rong Yuheng]: Dirty!

It was the meal. Wen Zizong and his crew were probably also eating, and the reply came soon.

[Wen Zetong]: What time does it start?

[Rong Yuheng]: At half past seven, the children are in the second group [嗷嗷crying]

[Wen Zezheng]: We will start work in ten minutes, do you want me to accompany you on the phone for ten minutes?

[Rong Yuheng]: No, you are busy, I will go to watch the sketches and relax.

[Wen Zetong]: Oh.

Wen Zezhen closed the dialog box, saying in his heart that it was false.

He's not busy, he's still talking about ten minutes before he starts work, and he can talk much in ten minutes.

But Rong Yuheng felt that watching the sketches was more relaxing, and he couldn't insist.

Wen Zezheng held the phone and lowered his eyes-sure enough, he wasn't interesting enough, so Rong Yuheng wasn't interested.

Director Long Zheng just finished eating, and wanted to care about whether Wen Zezhen was full or not, and saw that the latter seemed to have no appetite.

He was shocked, could it be that the food of the crew did not suit the taste of the movie emperor?

"Ms. Wen, is the meal bad?"

Wen Zezhen shook his head, "I am not interesting enough."

Long Zheng's lips moved, and he didn't know how to answer the conversation.

The context of these two sentences does not seem so logical.

After the meal, the crew took a short break and resumed work.

Wen Zezhen stood on the platform, carrying a large wooden box in his hand.

This scene is to film him jumping off the platform while guarding the box and running along the track for a while. During the period of the Republic of China, the platform was as high as an adult man, and Wen Zezhen seldom used a substitute in filming. He was able to jump on a trial before and went straight to the court.

Long Zheng waved his hand, "Action!"

Wen Zezheng rushed to the platform with the box protected all the way, he bent his knees, and jumped off his body-the big open coat hunted and fluttered behind his back, "hula" was filled with the sound of the wind, mixing from far and near. Sirens.

On the way down, the bell on the platform just rang, the time was seven o'clock.

Generally speaking, Wen Zizhang is very deeply involved in the play, and basically does not get distracted.

But at this moment, when he heard the bell ringing suddenly, a thought popped out of his mind subconsciously-in half an hour, it was the live broadcast of the finals.

"Brother Hung!"

Qu Youhe's exclamation out of the field evoked Wen Zezong's distracted attention. Only then did he suddenly return to his senses, with his feet retracted one second before touching the ground, and quickly adjusted his posture to leave a little room for buffering.

"boom-"

Wen Zezong's hand was on the ground, and a scratch on his palm was rubbed. It was not the perfect posture as expected, and he was distracted.

"Crack!"

"Brother Yun, are you okay?" The crew hurriedly gathered around.

"Sorry, I'm distracted, I'll do it again." Wen Zezheng apologized.

"This one is difficult to shoot at first. It is expected to come several times. The most important thing is your safety." Long Zheng said, "Know that you are rigorous in filming, but don't force yourself. Xiaole, take Teacher Wen to go. Rub some medicine."

Wen Zezhen, "I'm causing you trouble."

He followed Xiao Le from the crew to wipe the medicine and disinfect, and Qu Youhe followed in anxiously, "You are still distracted. You almost fell and scared me to death! What are you thinking about, Brother Zong?"

Wen Zezhen buried his head, letting Xiaole put medicine on himself, like a well-behaved primary school student listening to training.

Qu Youhe, "No, just tell me, Brother Zong, what are you thinking about?"

Wen Zezhen buried his head deeper, sounding like a mosquito, "...I want to watch TV."

"..."

Xiaole and Qu Youhe were still for five seconds at the same time.

Or Qu Youhe was the first to defrost, and asked incredulously, "What do you want to do?"

Wen Zezheng whispered, "Watching TV."

Qu Youhe, "..."

For a long while, he stared at Wen Zezhen's hair and sighed faintly, "Brother Zeng, you are really getting more and more interesting."

Wen Zezheng raised his head with a "swipe" when he heard the words, "Really?" There was an imperceptible joy in his tone, "Can you say I can be more interesting?"

Qu Youhe was in a complicated mood, "...that's not necessary."

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