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Once inside the studio, the staff had already set up the lighting and backdrop.

The photographer was discussing the warm and cool lighting ratios with the lighting technician, while the magazine editor sat in the corner flipping through layout plans.

Liu Xiang went over to coordinate the process with the other party, and Xiao Wu took Su Wei's coat, folded it, and placed it on the chair.

Next came the trial makeup and application.

Su Wei sat down at the dressing table, and the makeup artist turned the chair around, examined his face for a while, and then began taking bottles and jars out of the makeup case.

Su Wei closed his eyes, switched himself into puppet mode, and let the makeup artist pat and slap his face.

Foundation, concealer, contouring, and setting powder are layered on top of each other.

Occasionally, the makeup artist would step back to check the overall effect, then come closer and press her finger on his brow bone, whispering a few words to the editor next to her.

Su Wei barely moved during this process.

After filming for so many days, he had completely lost his temper because of the makeup.

Previously on set, the Demon Lord's makeup would take more than an hour to complete, and sometimes it would take up to 4 hours a day just for makeup. This magazine makeup is a piece of cake for him now.

The makeup artist clearly noticed his high level of cooperation, and said to her assistant, "His skin is pretty good," before continuing to apply setting powder to his face.

Su Wei originally thought shooting for a magazine would be very simple.

Stand in front of the backdrop, strike a few poses for the photographer to take a few shots, and then do a couple of casual interviews. It only takes an hour or two to finish.

It turns out he was oversimplifying things.

The photographer was a man with a small braid.

His first words to Su Wei were, "Tuck your chin in a little, and look two centimeters above the camera." His second words were, "Let's not use that angle anymore, let's do another set."

Su Weiyi was able to keep up with the pace at first, but after about half an hour of filming, she found that this was much more tiring than filming a movie.

When filming, he has lines, positioning, and fellow actors. All his actions are within a complete performance chain, and there is a logical framework to follow.

Taking photos is different.

The same pose must be held still until the photographer is satisfied. The height of the shoulders, the angle of the chin, the direction of the eyes—every detail is broken down and repeatedly adjusted.

After shooting one outfit, we changed into the next. After changing clothes, our hairstyles also needed to be adjusted, and then the makeup artist came up to touch up our powder.

Liu Xiang stood to the side, occasionally exchanging words with the magazine's deputy editor. Xiao Wu stood to the side, watching him being repeatedly tormented by the photographer, his expression gradually changing from amusement to sympathy.

The entire shoot took more than four hours.

The interview was indeed simple; the editor asked all the usual questions.

What are your hobbies? What movies or TV shows have you acted in? What kind of fashion style do you usually like?

Su Wei answered fluently, and the whole thing took only half an hour.

When he came out of the shed, he checked the time; it was already past noon.

Now that my hunger has subsided, I no longer feel hungry.

After this trip, Su Wei was actually quite shocked.

This is just a small local magazine in Beijing that targets young and trendy people. It's not even a first-tier magazine, yet its processes have become this complicated.

From initial coordination and makeup trials to four to five hours of shooting, post-production selection and retouching, and interviews and organization, every step is overseen by a dedicated person.

He couldn't help but wonder what kind of spectacle those top-tier magazines would create when they did their photoshoots.

The makeup artist and stylist alone would probably require a whole team.

Although the process was exhausting, the result was quite good.

On the way back, Su Wei opened his laptop, and the photographer had already copied the preliminary selected sample photos to him.

He tilted the screen towards himself and flipped through the pages one by one.

He thought he had raised his expectations to the highest possible level, but when he saw the finished product, he realized that his estimate was still too conservative.

The photos on the screen have been professionally lit and edited by a photographer.

The composition, lighting, and color tone of each photo are just right, making the contours of his face more distinct and angular than he usually sees in the mirror.

In one of the photos, he has his face slightly turned to the side, his gaze passing by the lens, his expression somewhere between relaxed and focused. The light shines down from the upper side, casting clean shadows on his brow bone and jawline.

For a moment, he was even a little dazed as he stared at the photo.

He knew his face was good for fighting, but he didn't expect it to be this bad.

"Yes, it's really good."

He closed the screen, leaned back in his seat, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

Although the trip to Beijing was rushed and exhausting, he was quite satisfied with the result.

After finishing the magazine shoot that day, Su Wei and Xiao Wu didn't stay in Beijing for long and went straight to the airport.

When the plane landed in Hengdian, it was already completely dark. That's how it is in autumn and winter; the sun sets early.

Back at their lodgings, the two of them didn't cause any more trouble.

I found a small noodle shop nearby that was still open, ate a bowl of noodles by myself, and solved my simple dinner problem.

After washing up, Su Wei threw her bag in the corner, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep within minutes.

He got up very early in Beijing the day before, was tormented by the photographer for more than four hours, and then rushed to catch a plane back to Hengdian. His body was already exhausted.

Because I went to bed early, I woke up early the next morning.

When Su Wei opened her eyes, it was still pitch black outside the window.

He turned over, reached for his phone on the bedside table, and glanced at the time; it was only a little past five.

I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep again, but I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep no matter what I did.

He decided not to sleep, sat up, turned on the bedside reading lamp, and started writing songs.

I don't know how much time passed, but then I started hearing footsteps in the corridor.

It must be the crew members who have started to take action.

He closed his notebook, got out of bed, and washed up.

After showering, I threw on some clothes, opened the door, and went outside.

When Su Wei entered the dressing room, it was relatively quiet, with several makeup artists busy with their own tasks.

He glanced inside and immediately saw Yang Mi sitting in front of the mirror, with a makeup artist applying foundation to her face.

Yang Mi usually doesn't arrive at the film set early; she often arrives leisurely after Su Wei has already done half of her makeup.

The sun rose in the west today; I arrived even earlier than him.

He walked behind her, glanced at himself in the mirror, and teased:

"Sister Mi, why are you up so early today? I saw the sun rising in the east this morning."

Yang Mi glared at him in the mirror.

"Get lost! I'm in a bad mood, don't mess with me!"

As she spoke, her eyes were fixed on Su Wei in the mirror, her tone fierce, as if she had a bellyful of anger with nowhere to vent it.

The makeup artist paused, moved a few steps to the side, and wisely refrained from speaking.

Su Wei shrugged, not intimidated, and then asked:

"What's wrong? Did you take some kind of gunpowder today? Why are you so angry?"

"I don't want to talk!"

Yang Mi's response remained cold and indifferent.

After saying that, she turned her face back, no longer looking at him in the mirror, and crossed her arms in front of her chest, giving me a "don't come near" look.