After the joke, the shooting began.
However, during the filming process, the final promotional video was constantly improved and added to, and it almost became a movie.
Zhou Yiyang glanced at the script after the editor had revised it, and finally said from the bottom of his heart: "The story is very good, I will let them cooperate with the whole process."
After hearing Zhou Yiyang's words, the brand felt more confident and started filming without restraint.
In the end, this set of promotional videos took five days to shoot and went to three cities.
After the shoot, the four girls felt like they had shed a layer of skin, very tired but very happy.
They all loved the final story.
What was presented to Zhou Yiyang at this moment was the edited film.
In the gymnasium.
The onlookers shouted loudly.
The host's passionate English commentary came over the radio: "Next up is the final of the women's 100-meter race at this World University Games!"
In front of runway No. 7, Lin Xuaner, ready to go, is warming up with a sprint.
However, there were only a few Chinese audiences at the scene, and more were white and black audiences.
No one seemed to care about this Chinese girl. After all, the 100-meter sprint has never been an Asian's strong point.
3, 2, 1!
After the gunshot, Lin Xuaner rushed out.
Like a gust of wind.
She ran faster and faster, getting closer and closer to the black runner in front of her.
The camera focused on Lin Xuaner's face. Her ferocious expression and her desperately waving arms were so real.
I wrote a sports shot without any background music. All I could hear was Lin Xuaner's increasingly rapid breathing, the sound of the wind and the friction of her shoes.
She was only half a body length away from the three contestants in front.
Zhou Yiyang even held his breath while watching this scene. This segment was filmed just like a real competition.
There were still twenty meters to the finish line. She gritted her teeth and overtook the British player who was in third place.
At this time, the few Chinese spectators in the stadium finally shouted.
They waved the national flag and kept shouting "Come on!"
There are still ten meters to the finish line.
Lin Xuaner closed her eyes and accelerated again.
This part was shot in slow motion. Even the sound of breathing disappeared. The picture was muted and the only sound that could be heard was Zhou Yiyang's own cry.
In the last five meters, she was only slightly behind the second-placed American athlete.
In the last meter, they both crossed the finish line almost at the same time.
At this time, the camera turned to the screen showing the final results. The first place was a Jamaican contestant, and the second place was Hua Yingjie from China.
The silence was gone, and cheers rang out.
At this time, the camera was given to a Chinese female audience member who was cheering at the scene. The small words next to her showed that she was Hua Yingjie, the prototype of Lin Xuaner's role, who won the silver medal in the women's 100-meter race at last year's Universiade.
In the next shot, Lin Xuaner returned home. She put the silver medal in the cabinet, walked into the bathroom, and casually picked up a bottle of SK2's magic water.
At this time, her cell phone rang.
"Congratulations!" There was a girl's voice on the other end of the phone.
"Aren't you abroad? How could you see the news so soon?"
"Yeah," the camera shifted to a fashion show. The person on the phone was sitting in front of a makeup mirror, making a call. "Let's talk later. It's my turn soon."
Next to her mirror, there was a flyer that said Victoria's Secret.
Tang Yue put away the phone neatly and looked at herself in the mirror, feeling extremely satisfied.
Several white models came over, and she communicated with them in fluent English, neither humble nor arrogant, with confidence in her eyes.
Zhou Yiyang couldn't help but smile when he saw this. He had to say that Tang Yue was really suitable for this role.
When it was the models' turn to appear on stage, Tang Yue had already changed into a very cool and bold underwear.
Even compared to a group of real models, Tang Yue's figure is completely unfamiliar. She has a clearly defined waistline and slender, white thighs.
The confidence and ambition on Tang Yue's face completely erased the height difference between her and those white models.
Standing next to them, Tang Yue is not inferior at all, and people can notice her at first sight.
She was the fifth to appear on stage, and her steps were very standard. It seemed that after that catwalk show in Paris, Tang Yue had never forgotten how to walk the runway.
Accompanied by background music with dense drum beats and cool lights, Tang Yue's catwalk was like a replica of a fashion blockbuster.
And she can hit the mark with every step, which shows her skills.
At the end, Tang Yue turned around and blew a kiss to him, which even made Zhou Yiyang in front of the screen a little dazed.
I wonder if other male compatriots will be immediately moved when they see this promotional video.
Amidst warm applause, Tang Yue completed her catwalk.
Her colleagues were all congratulating her, and from their words I learned that this was Tang Yue's first time walking in the Victoria's Secret fashion show.
The camera panned to a woman seated in the audience, who proudly applauded Tang Yue. A small caption introduced her: she was the prototype of Tang Yue, the first Chinese model to appear on the Victoria's Secret runway.
Tang Yue returned to the apartment building and saw SK2 products everywhere in front of the dressing table.
However, Tang Yue opened a public account and entered a donation amount of 10,000 yuan.
Ding Dong.
A payment reminder appeared in the camera, and the upper right corner of the phone screen showed 5:40 in the morning.
The owner of the phone has already started washing his face and brushing his teeth.
She had white hair, wore a plain coat, and had wrinkles on her face.
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