The road to movie stardom for those who eat melons

Good show Cairo.

Once we start shooting, we will know if there is one.

Wenze and Bao Yan are indeed acquaintances, and their rivalry scenes have a perfect understanding.

The two people in the camera adjusted quickly. He Fan was relaxed and comfortable at home, and Song Wei was familiar and comfortable at his friend's house. Everything was so natural.

The game room is at the innermost side of the second floor, with a space of sixty square meters. Various game consoles are arranged in an orderly manner. The most eye-catching thing is the two top-of-the-line computers placed in the middle. Suitable for playing games.

At this time, Song Wei unceremoniously occupied the one on the left, sitting on a pure black comfortable gaming chair, and turned on the computer with excitement, always ready to play a game.

He Fan sat in front of the computer on the right and performed the same operation. The slight smile on his face betrayed his good mood.

He Fan had long been accustomed to Song Wei coming to his house to use equipment and play games, forming a tacit understanding.

It would be wrong to say that He Fan was addicted to games. He only had fun when Song Wei came to his door. Who makes it easy for him to play games and he is a skilled person.

He rarely plays games. He is a person who has high requirements for himself. He balances work and rest. He studies when he needs to study and plays when he needs to play. He never wastes an inch of his time.

The most addicted person is Song Wei. Once he discovers that a certain game is fun, he will easily get addicted to it. Even if you play mediocrely, you will never give up and become more courageous with every setback.

Thanks to his having a talented brother, he shyly asked He Fan to play with him and worked hard to increase the level, making the game more interesting and enjoyable.

"Brother Fan, have you entered the game?" Song Wei stared at the computer screen anxiously. He wanted to avenge his shame and beat those elementary school students to their knees and sing "Conquer."

"I will drag you into the game later. Don't be merciful. You must kill the people on the opposite side. They show off their majesty and dare to openly laugh at me. I am really angry." Song Wei gritted his teeth and stared at The game IDs on the screen seemed to have sworn enemies.

He Fan sighed, looking a little helpless: "I'm not talking about you, are you getting into trouble with the primary school students again? Why do you always practice secretly by yourself? Why can't you find a few skilled people to play with you, and they won't always show up? Such a situation." He is well aware of the level of his friend, who loves to play but has no skills, who is fully devoted and has a temper that is easily ignited, so he often seeks out foreign aid to regain his place.

After many such scenes, He Fan felt tired for Song Wei, couldn't he learn his lesson and enjoy the joy of being led by a master? Why bother himself?

Alas, talking too much brings tears to my eyes. If you talk too much, you are afraid of hurting his self-esteem. If you don't talk, he will fall here again and again.

You can think of finding someone to earn face afterwards, but you can't find an expert to accompany you beforehand to reduce the possibility of being laughed at.

Isn’t it nice to just lie down and win?

"Hmph! I don't, I don't believe that I, a high school student, can't beat elementary school students. I must let them know how good I am." Song Wei said hard, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire, just like his game spirit that refused to admit defeat. .

He Fan murmured in his heart: If your skills were good, why would you always lose to elementary school students? What's more, playing games doesn't depend on age, but on talent.

Can you tell the truth? The answer is obvious. He Fan will not lose his IQ, nor will he rub salt into Song Wei's wounds, further damaging his fragile self-confidence.

"Okay, I'm waiting for you to fight back, kill everyone, and become famous all over the world." He Fan followed Song Wei's words, as if he was comforting the angry Daju, but he didn't have much inner certainty.

Upon hearing this tone, Song Wei felt something was wrong. Why was his mood not so smooth? He frowned and asked suspiciously: "Are you thinking about me?"

He Fan's heart skipped a beat, but he showed no panic on his face. He was calm and composed, and said in a clear voice: "You are overthinking, I am not that kind of person."

"Hey, the game has started. Just concentrate on playing the game. I can't guarantee a guaranteed victory even if I'm half-hearted." He Fan changed the topic wittily. The game started just right, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did Song Wei remove his gaze and focus on the computer screen, thinking only about "winning" and overthrowing those ignorant elementary school students and letting them know the dangers of society.

The room reverberated with the clicking sound of the keyboard, accompanied by Song Wei's cheers and cheers from time to time, while He Fan, who was carrying the audience, raised the corners of his mouth in a low-key manner.

"Click!" Director Fang's voice passed through the monitor and reached the ears of everyone present.

Everyone in the game room held their breath, waiting for Director Fang's next words.

"Pass."

The calm and firm voice instantly relaxed everyone's tense spirits.

I thought that in the first scene, it would be difficult for the actors to get into the mood, so I would shoot it a few more times.

Unexpectedly, Wenze and Bao Yan were in good condition, and they handled the scene well and passed it in one go.

The staff present felt that the two people's acting skills would definitely be able to end the work early if they could continue smoothly.

The scene was very smooth and natural, and the performance of the two was remarkable.

Wen Ze breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was no mistake. Once they were on camera, the state came out naturally.

He was also surprised. He had never thought about the possibility of passing it in one go. What he could do was to get rid of distracting thoughts and get into the role with all his heart, without any extra thoughts.

After a short rest, we were busy shooting the next scene. The machines were ready and waiting for the actors to take their positions.

The whole morning passed in a hurry, and although there were several NG attempts in the middle, the effect that Director Fang needed was achieved in the end.

After a morning of shooting, Wen Ze understood more or less Director Fang's shooting style. He loves long shots and has high requirements for actors and strives to do their best.

Strictly speaking, he pursues perfectionism and is not a person who compromises easily.

It just so happens that Wenze is also a person who refuses to admit defeat and will not relax his demands on himself.

Wen Ze was sitting in the lounge, rubbing his eyebrows with his right hand to relieve fatigue.

Assistant Chen Yang went to get a lunch box, while Ding Wang, a busy man, went to treat others to dinner.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and before Wenze could say "Come in," the man outside pushed the door open and entered.

Bao Yan swaggeringly held a lollipop in his mouth, with a proud smile on his lips: "Surprise or not, did you guess it was me?"

Wen Ze raised his forehead and sighed, "Why do you have the temperament of a silly son of a landlord? I didn't even notice!"

"Do you see my surprise? I know that person is you without even thinking about it." Wen Ze complained to Bao Yan who walked up to him.

Bao Yan sat down on the sofa chair next to Wen Ze, took out the lollipop from his mouth, and looked at himself happily in the mirror: "As expected of my good brother, you can recognize me through a door. Blame me for being too handsome."

Bao Yan couldn't help but touch his face with his right hand. Bao Yan was very satisfied with the tender and handsome face in the mirror.

Wenze told himself to hold back and not be so violent. It was not good to hit people and it would damage his image.

"If you continue to be so narcissistic, I can't guarantee whether my slap will be obedient." Wen Ze showed disgust and threatened unbearably.

Bao Yan snorted coldly, stopped his narcissistic behavior, returned to normal, slumped down on the back of his chair, and glanced at Wen Ze unhappily: "You just envy my beauty in the prosperous age, I have a lot of money, no I’m arguing with you.”

Wen Ze tilted his lips, raised his eyebrows, and glanced at Bao Yan with his arms crossed: "Then I'd like to thank you."

"Well, you're welcome."

One dared to thank you, and the other really dared to respond. He was worthy of being the king of shamelessness.