Chapter 18 The wind starts from me waiting for you at the door.

Because several teams went to read the scripts and the screenwriters did not need to attend, the number of people present this time was a dozen fewer than in the morning.

Everyone squatted by the mirror, and some lay directly on the smooth floor.

Chen Xing and the other two went to a small corner in the north and squatted there. The production crew came over and distributed stickers that covered the clothing brand logos and small microphones.

The one who covered the most among the three of them was Zhao Xingyu, who was covered in branded goods from head to toe and had several stickers on him.

"How do you put it in the words of those novels? The prince of Hong Kong circle," Wang Baiyue teased Zhao Xingyu, "Oh no, to be more precise, the prince of Hong Kong and Chongqing."

Zhao Xingyu quickly waved his hands to deny: "Not to the extent that it is not ...."

Chen Xing added in non-standard Cantonese: "Hong Kong circle dai lao."

"Hey! What are you talking about!" Zhao Xingyu didn't expect that Chen Xing, whom he trusted the most, would betray him. He was so anxious that he spoke in Chongqing dialect and Cantonese at the same time, "Ouch, don't talk anymore!"

Wang Baiyue put his arm around Chen Xing's shoulders and said again: "Look at this Cantonese, it's really authentic~"

Chen Xing smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's authentic~"

At this moment, a pair of sneakers and straight long legs stopped in front of the three of them, blocking half of the light.

Chen Xing looked up and Wang Baiyue was the first to call out his name.

"Qi Yinrui?"

Qi Yinrui's fox eyes looked like they had eyeliner in the backlight. He sat next to Chen Xing and asked with narrowed eyes, "Are there only a few of you in your group? Why didn't Xia Huanming come?"

Zhao Xingyu answered him: "He was chosen by another group. He couldn't possibly skip class."

Qi Yinrui let out a long "Oh" and moved backwards, leaning his back against the mirror, as if using Chen Xing to block the light.

Chen Xing first searched for Qi Yinrui's teammates and confirmed that their group was missing another person. Then he turned to Qi Yinrui and asked, "Brother Rui, you were not selected?"

"That group's theme doesn't suit me," Qi Yinrui's eyes fell on Chen Xing's back, "Your clothes are designed quite uniquely. There's even a piece of wool sewn on the back."

"Yarn?" Chen Xing was shocked. "Where is the yarn?"

“Isn’t it sewn on?” Qi Yinrui was also stunned and stretched out his hand to hook it.

Ten centimeters long black wool thread just fell to the floor.

Qi Yinrui: "Uh..."

Chen Xing: “…”

Wang Baiyue also noticed the wool and was stunned for a moment: "Ah? This can be knocked off? I thought it was designed on purpose."

Chen Xing: “?”

Who would wear a piece of wool with a windbreaker?

Zhao Xingyu next to him laughed so hard that his face turned red, while Chen Xing was pulling at the wool with a bitter look on his face.

Qi Yinrui rubbed Chen Xing's hair and comforted him in a gentle voice: "It's okay, this is natural, you can't tell it's wool unless you look closely."

"Oh," Chen Xing was depressed for a few seconds, then he thought it through, "Forget it, it's better to find out now than to wear it like this for a whole day, so I'm lucky."

"That's the mentality I want," Wang Baiyue gave a thumbs up, "Brother will buy you a beer when I get back."

Zhao Xingyu interrupted: "Did you buy that? So please treat me?"

Wang Baiyue retorted: "It's none of your business."

Chen Xing was so happy that he bent his knees and laughed quietly.

After they chatted for a while, the teachers came, led by Gu Yirou, followed by three martial arts teachers, but Zhang Jinan was nowhere to be seen.

Before class, Gu Yirou suggested playing a small game called "Liberate Nature". The contestants who were majoring in acting in college were familiar with the name and exclaimed, "It's this class indeed."

Wang Baiyue explained to the confused Chen Xing: "This is the first lesson in our university performance class. The name has not changed."

Chen Xing asked curiously: "What is this for? Are you crazy?"

“Going crazy—” Qi Yinrui laughed softly, “You can really say that. There’s going crazy, and there’s imitating animals. Anyway, it’s to make you forget the existence of these cameras so you can better immerse yourself in the role.”

Chen Xing understood what he heard and said eagerly, "Just like singing loudly in the bathroom as if it were a concert? Then I want to perform!"

Chen Xing was the first person to raise his hand and was naturally chosen. Gu Yirou then selected four more people to come to the middle. The five of them lined up facing the camera.

Chen Xing suddenly remembered what Xia Huanming said in the morning about "strings of candied haws" and couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, let's just treat this as an interactive game. There will be no points or judgements. Everyone just relax." Gu Yirou, who was wearing a pink sweatshirt, looked particularly gentle when she said this.

The camera angle shifted away from the seated contestants, the lights flickered, and the focus became diffuse.

After readjusting the angle, the camera gradually focused, and the screen showed a scene of ten people discussing around a table. Each person had a script in their hands, and there were mobile phones of different sizes on the table.

The man farthest from the camera wore a black hat, the brim of which cleverly covered the upper half of his face, revealing only his chin and superior neck and shoulders. He leaned back in his chair, holding a corner of the script in one hand and resting his other hand on the table, wondering what he was thinking about.

The script has been discussed almost completely and is now in the process of being organized.

Huang Canni stared at his short script and suddenly thought, "Chen Xing from Group 2 is really good. He can recite it after just a short while."

Hearing the familiar name, Xia Huanming raised his head and looked around. His sight met Shen Miao who was sitting opposite him, and finally fell on Huang Canni.

Xia Huanming knew Huang Canni because of the TV series "White Past", in which she played the male protagonist's first love. There was a hot search topic #Whose youth first love is this#, which is enough to show how fresh and lovely Huang Canni looks. In real life, when she is not talking, she is a cold and beautiful woman without makeup. When she is talking... In short, she is not cold at all.

Some people questioned the authenticity of this statement: "Really?"

Huang Canni shook his sports jacket and nodded, "Really? If it were him, he would have memorized my script by now."

Zheng Qi also nodded and replied: "Yes, he memorized it very quickly. We can all testify to it."

Shen Miao smiled and looked at Xia Huanming: "Old Xia, your group is very well hidden."

Xia Huanming could feel several pairs of eyes staring at him, and the gongs and drums in his heart started beating for no reason. On the surface, he remained calm and said, "Of course, everyone in our group is very good."

After discussing the script, the director here also gave task cards to the female artist group. It was still the same questions, but the girls group had different opinions.

After the director and producer left, several female artists had no intention of getting up and just sat in their seats playing with their task cards.

"What is encounter?" Shen Miao pondered, "Taro is also known as ground chestnut, with brown skin and tastes like potato, suitable for dessert."

Several girls were amused by what they heard and agreed with it.

"I like to drink taro bubble milk tea."

"Is that taro paste Bobo? Taro stewed meat is the best."

…

This inexplicably familiar feeling of announcing the names of dishes...

Zheng Qi gave Xia Huanming a look, but Xia Huanming took it but didn't reply. He slowly opened his phone and sent a WeChat message: "I told you they are also very abstract."

[Zheng Qi]: I met my match

[Xia Huanming]: It’s okay, ours are more abstract.

"Hahaha~" Huang Canni punched Shen Miao's arm coquettishly, "Miao Miao, it's 'encounter', not 'fragrant taro'. But this pun is okay, it's the same as our team name."

The remaining female artists all laughed.

Zheng Qi asked Shao Shuxian next to him: "What is the name of your team?"

"Um...this..." Shao Shuxian snapped her fingers, her voice soft.

Shao Shuxian has short hair and a fleshy face. She is not pretty but is very suitable for filming. Her lines and eye acting are so good. When she plays the role of an "assassin", she looks at the camera calmly, but you can still taste her viciousness and cruelty.

But in private, she is a completely different person. She is the most honest one in the group, and even timid. When Shen Miao was explaining the script just now, he told a joke that started like a horror movie and ended like a joke. Shao Shuxian was the only one who was so scared that she covered her ears.

"Xiao Xian, hush, no," Shen Miao made a gesture to silence, "The secret cannot be leaked, you have to hold the line, no matter who asks you, you can't tell."

Shao Shuxian lowered her head and replied, "Oh, okay."

Xia Huanming glanced at Shen Miao: "So mysterious?"

"Of course," Shen Miao was very confident. She took Huang Canni's hand and crossed her legs leisurely. "It's definitely more fun than your group anyway."

Xia Huanming stood up and said calmly, "Let's wait and see."

This part of making harsh remarks came out of nowhere.

If the assistant director was here, he would definitely be confused and say, "No, there really is a group competing to see who is funnier?"

"I'm leaving. See you next time." Xia Huanming stood up after sorting out his things and put the chair back in place before leaving.

"Bye." Shen Miao waved his hand.

Zheng Qi followed behind Xia Huanming and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I finally have time to ask about other people's situations. I wonder how they are doing." Zheng Qi turned on his cell phone.

Xia Huanming did not take out his cell phone or speak. He just slowed down his pace and walked to the same position as Zheng Qi.

Zheng Qi generously shared his phone with the group and asked, "We are out, how about you?"

The next second, Zhao Xingyu answered:

[Zhao Xingyu]: We are ready too. We are outside. You guys can come to the first floor too.

[Zheng Qi]: OK

When the two walked to the first floor, they could clearly feel that there were more people, especially at the front door, where a group of people were gathered in twos and threes.

The sky at three o'clock in the afternoon was not as blue as it had been when I first arrived. The sunlight was still strong, so strong that it seemed to have sneaked in from the gate. Those people looked like they were wearing thin robes with gold thread.

Especially the white sweater, which looks like cotton with a soft glow from a distance.

After one class, everyone became much closer, and several people from different teams stood together and added each other as friends.

When Xia Huanming looked around, Zheng Qi patted his arm and directed his attention to Zhao Xingyu and Wang Baiyue under the camphor tree. It was unknown what the two were plotting, and they giggled every few words.

Zheng Qi walked up to the two of them and asked cheerfully, "Why are you so happy?"

Zhao Xingyu smiled and waved: "What we did in class, today we are liberating our nature, it's so funny."

Zheng Qi continued to ask them: "Did you go on stage?"

"We didn't, but Xiaozhu went up," Zhao Xingyu chuckled, unable to hold back again, "That kid's performance...hahahaha...was too abstract. He is worthy of being a member of our team. I didn't misjudge him."

Wang Baiyue pursed his lips and raised his hand to show his opinion: "I can prove it, it's really funny. I laughed before so I'm not laughing now. Everyone at the scene is really laughing."

Xia Huanming looked straight at Zhao Xingyu. In comparison, his voice was calm: "Where are the others?"

Zhao Xingyu rubbed his rectus abdominis muscle that was about to cramp, and pouted inside: "He's the most interesting one today. The production team must have taken him to the after-hours interview. I guess he'll be out soon."

Xia Huanming glanced at the gate.

Many people left the steps, leaving the corridor empty.

Zheng Qi was so intrigued that he pulled Wang Baiyue aside and asked, "What happened? I'm curious after hearing what you said."

Wang Baiyue kept silent, but smiled: "It's okay, you'll know when it's aired."

Zheng Qi had no choice but to ask Xia Huanming for help, believing that Xia Huanming would definitely win with his eloquence.

However, when he turned around, he found that Xia Huanming was concentrating on the mobile phone screen and was not paying attention to the situation on their side at all.

Xia Huanming finished typing a line of words, his finger hovering on the send button, and finally deleted it and drafted a new sentence:

When you’re done, come out from the north gate. I’ll be waiting for you at the door.