I entered Huayu Entertainment in 2016.

While he was taking a shower, several people sent him messages.

Meng Jie's message was in her usual style, getting straight to the point without any preamble: "What's your decision? You're about to fill out your college applications. Are you going to apply to the Performance Department at the Beijing Film Academy or not?"

"I was talking to Dean Wang the other day, and he said you must have a plan in mind. But do you really have a plan in mind? Tell me!" Sister Meng was getting a little anxious.

Oda's news is in a completely different style.

A picture of the gray sky outside her window, a selfie of her lying on the sofa with her hair all messy, and a line of complaining text.

"I'm home. I thought it would be super fun at home after the exams, but my parents are both at work, and I'm just sprawled on the sofa all by myself, practically growing mold."

"What are you doing? Want to play some games?"

Several incredibly bored emojis followed.

Her words revealed a restless boredom, a stark contrast to her excited demeanor as she stood under a streetlamp in Shanghai, flashing a peace sign.

Wang Zian sat on the edge of the bed, wiped the water droplets from the back of his neck with a towel, and began to reply to each message one by one.

First, Sister Meng said, "You'll see when the time comes."

Next was Tian Xiwei. Looking at her string of complaints, he almost asked her if she wanted to come to Yanjing.

He came to make videos, to be an actor, to meet new friends, but he typed a few lines and then deleted them.

After offering some words of comfort, Wang Zian asked for Tian Xiwei's short video account, followed her on social media, and then browsed through her account.

Xiaotian is a surfing expert, and his account already has a lot of selfie videos, most of which are close-up selfies.

She's good-looking, and she's accumulated quite a few fans, several thousand.

After Wang Zian liked each of her works, he told her to like his work in a few days.

After chatting with the two for a while, Wang Zian saw some of the photos that Lao Li had sent.

I took out my computer to check them and found that every single one was pretty good; adding his photos and Zhou Ye's casual snapshots, I could edit a short video to test the waters.

Zhou Ye's first look, a colorful dress, the one with a very flamboyant smile, he arranged the photos rhythmically, cutting through them one by one in time with the drumbeats of the music.

He chose the videos from Zhang Ruonan's perspective, including those from her boyfriend's point of view: her smiling while holding daisies, sipping lemonade with her head down, and her eyelashes drooping as she flipped through an old book. These were strung together into a soothing and warm short video.

It took about an hour to edit the footage from both cameras into two initial versions.

The soul of a short video is its background music.

He browsed through several popular songs on the music platform recently, tried several but was not satisfied; either the rhythm was wrong or the mood was wrong.

There's no other way but to edit the music myself!

I picked a love song on the music platform, slowed it down by 0.8, and added a layer of soothing drumbeats.

After a simple adjustment, the overall feel of the song immediately changed.

The laid-back yet catchy DJ version perfectly complements the visuals he edited.

After finishing everything, he sent the two videos to Zhou Ye and Zhang Ruonan.

Afterwards, Wang Zian began writing the next part of the plan.

Start with photo clips and videos, then move on to simple storylines, then to more technically complex and dramatic stories, and finally to longer videos.

From a simple shoot with just a few people, to assembling a small but not insignificant film crew.

Start small and gradually work your way up, focusing on honing your skills, your psychological adaptability to the camera, and your ability to manage the film crew.

As for acting skills, Wang Zian feels he should be pretty good.

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Zhou Ye's house, bedroom.

Zhang Ruonan and Zhou Ye had just finished showering and were lying side by side on the huge, soft bed that seemed to swallow you whole.

The quilt was light gray, fluffy, and had a dry, pleasant scent from being sun-dried.

The humidifier on the bedside table was emitting fine white mist, and there was a faint floral fragrance in the air.

Zhang Ruonan rolled over, feeling the softness of the bed, and exclaimed sincerely, "Yeye, your bed is so soft."

"Sorry, Sister Nan! The guest room hasn't been cleaned in ages, so you'll have to share a bed with me tonight."

Zhou Ye turned to the side, propped his head up with his hand, and looked at Zhang Ruonan with apologetic expression.

"What's the big deal? Sleeping with you is great, much better than going to Wang Zi'an's place." Zhang Ruonan pulled the blanket up a little higher.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ye immediately stretched out an arm, put it around Zhang Ruonan's waist, and leaned in like a cat that had found its den.

Zhang Ruonan is the eldest child in her family, and her younger sisters are used to clinging to her, so they don't mind this level of physical contact at all.

I just felt that the position of the arm on my chest was a little awkward.

Zhou Ye's arm was wrapped around Nan Jie's soft body. The sensation on his arm made her unconsciously lower her head and glance at Zhang Ruonan's chest.

She buried her face in the blanket and said in a muffled voice, "Sister Nan, you have such a great figure."

Zhang Ruonan looked down at herself.

"Oh dear! Are you still so young? You'll grow taller in a few years!"

Zhou Ye peeked out from under the covers, his lips pursed, and said unwillingly, "I'm 18 already, how am I small!"

She paused, her voice softening as if she were speaking to herself, "Do you think people will dislike me for this?"

Zhang Ruonan was taken aback.

She hadn't expected to talk about this topic with Zhou Ye while lying in bed with him tonight.

Why do you say that?

Zhou Ye hesitated for a moment, rubbing his fingers along the edge of the blanket, then slowly said, "Don't they all say online that guys like girls with great figures?"

"You have a great figure!" Zhang Ruonan's tone rose slightly. "Slim waist, long legs, beautiful and elegant proportions. You can also dance, so you have all the curves you should have."

"But I..." Zhou Ye's gaze swept down to his chest again, and he sighed, "Sigh! I hope it will live up to my expectations!"

Looking at Zhou Ye's worried expression about his future, Zhang Ruonan suddenly remembered that she had experienced the same body image anxiety during her senior year of high school.

However, she is anxious about her height and leg shape.

Back then, every night I would secretly slip a beauty magazine under my pillow in the dorm and study the methods in it.

She turned to face Zhou Ye, lowering her voice slightly as if sharing a major secret: "I know a folk remedy: eat papaya milk!"

"Really?" Zhou Ye asked excitedly. "Wasn't it debunked online?"

"Oh dear! Everyone's constitution is different; maybe yours absorbs nutrients particularly well!"

Zhang Ruonan reached out and patted Zhou Ye on the shoulder, as if to encourage her, "Anyway, it doesn't take much effort, so it's worth a try."

Zhou Ye looked at the ceiling and thought about it. That made sense. What if he was the kind of person who was prone to developing health problems?

Seeing that she was really considering the feasibility of this, Zhang Ruonan leaned over and added, "If all else fails, we can use it as a backup."

"Oh dear~ Sister Nan~!" Zhou Ye's face flushed red instantly. She grabbed a cushion and threw it at Zhang Ruonan, who laughed and blocked it with the blanket.

The two started playfully wrestling on the bed.

Girls' friendships can be really strange sometimes.

In the locker room that afternoon, they were still tentatively testing each other, glancing at the distance between each other and Wang Zi'an. But after showering and lying in bed together that evening, they chatted about some private matters, and suddenly the distance between them felt as thin as a sheet of paper.

Zhou Ye's first impression of Zhang Ruonan was "she and he had known each other for a long time", but now she thinks Sister Nan is very impressive.

She can save up enough money to buy a car, manage finances, and is also good at comforting people.

Zhang Ruonan's first impression of Zhou Ye was that "this girl is interested in him," but now she thinks the girl is quite cute.

After playing around, Zhou Ye lay on his side on the bed, his hair a mess, covering his face, and his chest was still rising and falling slightly as he breathed.

She didn't bother to brush her hair aside and reached under the covers to straighten her disheveled shirt.

"Sister Nan, you're such a scoundrel."

Zhang Ruonan laughed heartily, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Oh my! She's two years older than you, so she must know more than you."

Zhou Ye peered through the gap in Zhang Ruonan's hair at her clean, innocent-looking face, and suddenly asked, "So, Sister Nan, have you ever been in a relationship?"

Zhang Ruonan's laughter paused for a moment.

Her lips were still slightly red, but the tips of her ears had turned redder first.

No!

awkward

He had just been bragging about how much he knew, but then he turned around and his knowledge was exposed.