In Fu Qianyi's studio, a silent "war" is taking place.
"So, the data here should be like this to be reasonable..." Yuan Cong's pen calculated quickly on the white paper, writing down lines of densely packed formulas.
"If we extrapolate based on this data, when this force is reached, the human body will die directly due to the excessive force. It is impossible to complete this step..." On the opposite side of the round table, Yan Chaochao did not look at the formula calculated by Yuan Cong. Relying on his almost beast-like sense of smell developed from his survival experience, he pointed out the biggest problem in Yuan Cong's design.
The two people argued more and more fiercely, from the round table to the whiteboard. After drawing all over the whiteboard, they still couldn't convince each other.
While Yan Chaochao and Yuan Cong were arguing all the way, the real owner of the studio, Fu Qianyi, and her employees were sitting around the round table.
When Yan Chaochao spoke, they all turned to look at Yan Chaochao.
It seems... it makes sense...
When Yuan Cong spoke, they all turned to look at him.
It seems... quite convincing...
Among the employees who were fence-sitters, Fu Qianyi showed an expression of indifference, and he was just about to start chanting with a string of beads in his hand.
Ever since Yan Chaochao and Yuan Cong came to her studio, this scene has happened 800 times a day.
When they started arguing, Fu Qianyi was shocked because the two sides were arguing so fiercely that Fu Qianyi was worried that his movie would cause the two of them to go their separate ways.
As a result, when the argument reached lunch, Yan Chaozhao, who had just finished making harsh remarks, suddenly paused and said...
"It's already 12 noon."
Yes! That’s the sentence!
Fu Qianyi suddenly raised his head and looked at Yan Chaochao who happened to say this.
The previous second, the two were still arguing fiercely. When Yan Chaochao said this, the atmosphere between the two suddenly froze, but Fu Qianyi and the employees around him couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Great! I'm saved!
After two seconds of silence, Yuan Cong looked at Yan Chaochao and repeated, "Yes, it's already 12 noon."
Yan Chaochao: "In that case..."
Yuan Cong: "Why not..."
They both said in unison: "Let's eat first."
The moment they heard these words, the employees around Fu Qianyi reacted faster than each other.
Employee A pulled out his phone and asked, "Would you like rice or noodles for lunch? Chinese or Western?"
Employee B quickly flipped through his records: "This week I've eaten Southeast Asian food, steak, hamburgers, and skewers."
Employee C opened the food delivery app and asked: "Would you like afternoon tea after lunch? Would you like it with lunch or separately?"
…
30 minutes later, a group of people sat around a round table with three large plates of pizza on it. Yan Chaochao and Yuan Cong sat next to each other, eating pizza while wearing disposable gloves, without any trace of the tense atmosphere from before.
"Don't you have to go to training these days?" Yan Chaochao turned and looked at Yuan Cong.
"After the discussion is over these few days, I will still go back to the base to train for a while." Yuan Cong bit into the pizza, his mouth full and his curly hair swaying slightly with the chewing motion. "There haven't been any major events recently, so the training schedule is not that tight yet."
Fu Qianyi was watching the interaction between Yan Chaochao and Yuan Cong from the side, and his heart was already calm.
When Fu Qianyi saw the relationship between Yan Chaochao and Yuan Cong on the first day, she was completely confused. But during the months of discussing the script, she had more or less figured out how the two of them interacted.
When encountering problems related to the script, the two people always have disagreements and different ideas.
Yan Chaochao would rely on his instinctive intuition and wildness to find the most direct path, but sometimes it would seem too simple and crude.
Yuan Cong, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. He always used logical reasoning and calculation to figure out the path that best followed "reason."
The two had never worked together before being invited to discuss the script. The false peace lasted only one day and exploded completely on the second day.
The two quarreled so fiercely that day that Fu Qianyi almost thought they were going to break up. However, after the quarrel, they were still able to sit together and play games calmly, leaving Fu Qianyi, who was worried about them, like a fool.
From that day on, Yan Chaochao and Yuan Cong formed a regular balanced relationship.
When discussing the script, they could argue as fiercely as they wanted, but when it came time to eat, they would tacitly call a truce and only resume their arguments after dinner.
The same is true today.
After lunch, Yan Chaochao and Yuan Cong returned to the whiteboard. The harmonious atmosphere they had just had during lunch disappeared instantly, and in less than five seconds, the quarrel between the two began again.
"There's something fundamentally wrong with your calculation method!"
"The conclusion you put forward is not supported by any data at all!"
However, when the two quarreled, Fu Qianyi did not react at all, but quickly adjusted the script in her mind according to their quarrel. After they finished quarreling, in the evening, it was time for Fu Qianyi and her staff to "go to work".
Just by chance, when Fu Qianyi was writing the script, the scene of the quarrel between Yan Chaochao and Yuan Cong would appear in her mind. When Fu Qianyi came to her senses, she found that she had unknowingly added a pair of bickering lovers with distinct personalities into her script.
After unconsciously writing these two characters for the first time, Fu Qianyi deliberately deleted them from the script.
The next day, after watching the quarrel all day, at night, these two characters appeared involuntarily in Fu Qianyi's writing again.
Finally, one night, Fu Qianyi dreamed of these two characters. She jumped out of bed with her eyes open in the middle of the night, rushed to the desk and wrote out the biographies of the two characters.
After that night, new characters quietly appeared in Fu Qianyi's script.
After a full six months of polishing, and after countless arguments and data calculations between Yan Chaochao and Yuan Cong, the script of "Ark of the Ark" is finally nearing completion.
***
Just as Yan Chaochao was staying in Fu Qianyi's studio, concentrating on the script, the big events in the film and television industry this year were quietly approaching.
The annual Golden Plum Blossom Awards is about to begin.
As the largest TV drama festival in China, the Golden Plum Blossom Awards attracts a lot of attention from people inside and outside the industry every year. Various versions of the nomination list are already available on the Internet one month before the Golden Plum Blossom Awards are announced.
While all kinds of rumors were spreading like wildfire, the Golden Plum Blossom Awards finally announced the nomination list for this year's Golden Plum Blossom Awards at the end of May.
Just one minute after the nomination list was announced, Yan Chaochao, who was still in Fu Qianyi Studio, received a call from Tang Shilei.
As soon as Yan Chaozhao picked up the phone, he heard an excited voice on the other end: "Nominated! Nominated!"
"What?"
Yan Chaochao, who had been completely isolated from the Internet, did not react to Tang Shilei's meaning at all.
The next moment, Tang Shilei's voice came out loudly from the phone——
"You've been nominated for Best Supporting Actress at the new Golden Plum Blossom Awards!"
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