I'm in the modeling circle

Chapter 270 Variety Show ([-])

On the second day, Mu Sheng was quite leisurely, sitting in the backstage of the photography equipment, watching the shooting process captured by the camera, and the students seemed to be in a hurry after drawing the theme.

The theme of this assessment is completely different from yesterday. It is no longer the state of the characters, but the items on display. Although the theme is closer to the actual magazine cover shooting than yesterday, the difficulty does not seem to have decreased at all.

For example, what Fan Pengfei got was a rubber band, what Zhuang Siyi got was a lipstick, and what Lou Ruoyan got was a fishing net.

The unlucky ones like Xu Yange got a pair of red high heels, while Lin Gaofei got a pair of fan stockings.

When Xu Yange saw the card, he almost shed tears. Is this to force him to wear high heels?
As for Lin Gaofei, from the moment he drew the card, his face immediately stinks.

After drawing the cards, the shooting officially started. Fortunately, in order to take care of their respective faces, everyone did it alone during the shooting. Although it will be seen on TV sooner or later, but if you can hide it for a while, let’s hide it.

The shooting didn't seem to be as smooth as yesterday. Without Mu Sheng's guidance, everyone seemed to not know how to pose. Looking at the dark camera, their bodies tensed up nervously.

Tao Wen frowned and looked at the person in the camera, and couldn't help but reprimand, "Fan Pengfei, this is for you to highlight the characteristics of the rubber band in your hand, not for you to grab it."

"Lin Gaofei, this is for you to show off the sexyness of this pair of red women's stockings, not for you to hold them dumbfounded."

Seeing Tao Fei's rare expression of panic and frustration, and the way he didn't talk to yesterday, feeling like a different person, Mu Sheng rarely gloated and laughed.

However, Mu Sheng didn't relax for a long time. No matter how long the filming took, fifteen students would still be more than enough for one morning, and their films were sent over one by one for Mu Sheng to rate.

The photographer Xiao Zheng was already following Mu Sheng, and the camera was always facing her. From the time she looked at the first picture to the last one, there was a smile on her face.

The choreographer next to her was also observing Mu Sheng's expression, but she couldn't see whether she was satisfied with the photos.

"Mr. Mu, this is a ranking list, please fill it out." The female choreographer softly handed over a form and a black pen.

Mu Sheng nodded slightly, and slowed down this time, looking carefully at each piece of paper, stopping to think with her chin from time to time, as if she had made a decision after a long time, and filled out the form.

"The first one, I think it's Lou Ruoyan." Mu Sheng held up a photo to the camera. In the photo, the girl wrapped the fishing net around her body and face, and the lattice-like desire almost penetrated into her skin. It's worrying.

"First of all, I think she has a good understanding of fishing nets, restraint and capture. Secondly, the way she looks at the camera is the helplessness and despair of being trapped by the net. This is the reason for her highest score."

Looking at the black eyes of the girl in the photo, the female director nodded in agreement.

After Mu Sheng finished speaking, she turned her attention to the three specially selected cards on the table, and quickly raised one, "The second one is Fan Pengfei."

In the photo, Fan Pengfei unexpectedly turned his back to the camera, with a pink rubber band tied into a braid on his head, and two small bells hung from the rubber band, which was a bit playful and cute.

A smile flashed across Mu Sheng's eyes, and he said with a slightly teasing tone, "The reason why I ranked him second is that he knows how to make use of his strengths and avoid weaknesses, probably because he knows that his face is not suitable for appearing, so he confronted him with the back of his head. with us."

"As for the third and fourth place, it's these two."

Mu Sheng explained the reasons for each student's ranking in detail, until the last one, Mu Sheng's face was a bit serious.

Looking at the expression on Mu Sheng's face, the female director quickly recalled in her mind, who hadn't been mentioned just now, and soon, her pupils shrank slightly, as if remembering something.

Mu Sheng reached out and raised the photo in his hand, "The last one is Zhuang Siyi."

It really is the leader's daughter, the female director gasped, this matter is troublesome!

The girl in the photo is holding a lipstick in her hand, opening her mouth slightly, revealing the white teeth inside, smiling brightly at the camera, wearing a white skirt, and showing a youthful and charming image of a girl.

The female director looked at the fairly normal photos, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Mu, I want to ask, what is the reason why Zhuang Siyi is ranked last?"

"The theme she wants to show is lipstick. What is the first thing you see from this photo?"

The female choreographer took a closer look and really wanted to answer that lipstick, but Zhuang Siyi half-held the lipstick in her hand with only half exposed, so she couldn't say against her will.

Mu Sheng said flatly, "It's her."

The female director was silent, and Mu Sheng asked another question, "Can you see the characteristics of the lipstick? Color, shape, thickness?"

The female director was even more silent and shook her head. The cover of Zhuang Siyi's lipstick hadn't been lifted. When others looked at the photo, they would never have guessed that it was a lipstick-themed cover.

"If I remember the rules correctly, the last one will be eliminated, right?" Mu Sheng put down the photo and handed the form to the female director.

"Ah, yes." The female director quickly took it, but she was already a little flustered. The program team had predicted that Zhuang Siyi might perform poorly and get a low score from Mu Sheng, but she didn't expect to be the last one!

This matter has to be discussed with the chief director about the countermeasures. If Zhuang Siyi is eliminated according to this result, the leader in the stage will go crazy, right? !

With a mind full of melancholy, the female choreographer hurried to the backstage main control room next to her, knocked on the door and opened the door when she heard a response, "Chief Director."

"Xiao Wen, did the result come out?" The chief director was an ordinary man with black-rimmed glasses, and he was watching the words and behaviors of the students in the dormitory, and recorded the fragments to be left behind.

"Look at it first." The female director sighed and handed the form directly.

The man quickly read the form at a glance, and saw Zhuang Siyi, who was the last one, narrowed his eyes, and the female director asked cautiously, "Director, how should we deal with this matter?"

The man heard the request made by Nie Qing when he went to negotiate with Nie Qing, and the second communication made by Nie Qing, his eyes darkened. Thinking of the comments received by this show recently, this is the first variety show he organized .

From planning, organization, execution to broadcasting, he spent a lot of hard work and energy in it, just to discover the shining points of ordinary people from this program, create new stars, and let everyone have the opportunity to be famous Opportunity.

But from the moment Zhuang Siyi was pushed in, from the moment they were pressured by the leader to revise the results, the program changed, and it was no longer a program created by him.

Seeing the man frowning and thinking silently, the female choreographer called out again, "Director?"

The man took a deep breath, "It's up to me to make up my mind, you go and inform Mu Sheng to read out the assessment results first."

The female editor-director was stunned for a moment, and asked directly, "Read it directly? Don't change it?"

The man glanced at her with some doubts in his eyes, "Go."

"Yes!" The female director slowly withdrew, and the man picked up his mobile phone from the table and made a call, hoping that the director would agree to this decision.

(End of this chapter)