In mid-September, autumn tigers rage.

After the big break, Xie Lan stood under the sycamore tree at the entrance of the stadium and his soul ran away.

In the third year of English and high school, we run exercises twice a day during the big breaks. Each class lined up a square array and held the portrait like a sandwich biscuit, and jogged for twenty minutes without any rushing.

It’s not that he can’t exercise, but his endurance is not good. This way of running is worse than killing him directly.

Only when Dou Sheng finally ran to buy the water back, he slowly came back to his senses.

Life is not easy, Xie Lan sighed.

I was originally given the admission, but I thought it would be easier for senior high school students, but I didn’t expect that the life of senior high school students in China would be so hard.

For example, the "College Entrance Examination Word Radio" sounded on time in the dormitory radio at 5:50 in the morning.

Every day after dinner, Hu Xiujie stood at the door and confiscated the snacks outside the west gate.

Lao Qin left four essays on a normal Tuesday night.

The chemistry teacher wears a periodic table T-shirt to work. After wearing it for a week, the second week becomes a common chemical equation.

This is not an exaggeration. One Sunday night, Xie Lan almost frightened when she entered the classroom door. She was fixed on the podium and stared at the big and small eyes below for a long time before she suddenly realized that all the girls had cut their bangs half a centimeter above their eyebrows.

Just... quite bald.

Thousands of words are just the word "hardcore". If Hu Xiujie had not ordered Dou Sheng not to bring a camera in his senior year of high school, the amount of materials in "Hardcore High School Survival Record" might have doubled.

I counted my fingers and finally got through until the end of September. I looked forward to the three-day holiday.

It rained the night before the holiday, and the windows in the corridor were open, and the wind penetrated the entire row of classroom doors into the door frame one after another. The bell rang for the second to last evening self-study get out of class, and Xie Lan went to the toilet.

He was about to swear when a buddy next to him who was a general student suddenly cleared his throat.

"The wind is strong, the sky is high, the apes are roaring, and the sand is clear, and the birds fly back." The man said in a straight voice, "The endless fallen trees are rustling down, and the Yangtze River is rolling."

Xie Lan was greatly shocked, "What are you doing?"

"It's a pity that I wasted my time in the toilet. I just kept it on my back." The man replied, changing another song: "The big string is as loud as the rain, the small string is as whispering. The noisy and mixed plays are played, and the big and small beads fall into the jade plate... Hey brother, sorry, are you so irritated by me?"

Xie Lan was confused.

"Then I'll change another song to help you." He said, "The silver bottle suddenly broke and the water slurry burst out, and the iron cavalry protruded and the swords and guns. The song ended..."

"No need." Xie Lan silently pulled her pants, turned around and left expressionlessly.

Back in the seat, Dou Sheng put down his pen and asked with a smile: "Is it okay for Ermao?"

Xie Lan sighed, "I want to escape from this terrifying high school."

"Do you know why?" Che Ziming turned his head and said mysteriously: "Because you have already taken the lead, these pains are unnecessary to you, and it seems even more painful. But we Huang Gai are still fighting, we are willing to accept it, do you know?"

"Huang Gai?" Xie Lan was even more confused, "Huang Gai is like auntie? What does it mean?"

"Okay, okay." Dou Sheng quickly pulled him down, "Hold on, and the holiday will be on the right track."

The bell rang for class, and the sound of Hu Xiujie's high heels rang in the corridor.

Xie Lan hurriedly asked Dou Sheng and said, "Go to shoot tomorrow, right?"

Dou Sheng nodded, "The costumes and craftsmen have made an appointment, and the scenes to be filmed this time have been completed. We will try to shoot three groups during the three days of National Day."

Xie Lan took a deep breath after hearing this, nodded and said, "Okay."

He knew that Dou Sheng was concerned about this anime kaleidoscope video, but he never thought that he was so concerned about it before.

After the arrangement was finalized, Dou Sheng began to contact the team. The scene construction, costume teachers, photography teachers, martial arts coaches, post-production and special effects production were all invited to the most professional studio. That day, he used Dou Sheng's iPad to chase the show, and Dou Sheng's WeChat posted it in the backstage, and suddenly a notification popped up, and more than 80,000 were swept away from the card.

He was startled and asked quickly, but Dou Sheng said that he had just paid a deposit to the other person first.

Xie Lan was stunned for a while. He never thought of spending hundreds of thousands of dollars in a video.

The fourth evening self-study festival of high school, school was over 10:30, and it was already past 11:00 when he got home. After taking a shower, he opened the bathroom door halfway and blew his hair. He vaguely heard Dou Sheng still calling.

Subconsciously switch the hair dryer to low-wind mode.

"The snow must be made directly by man, not later, otherwise it will be too fake. Is your machine in place?"

"Yeah, the moon can be polished later."

"How many camera teachers will be there tomorrow?...Where is the camera seat?...Okay, then we will arrive at about 7 in the morning."

Dou Sheng hung up the phone and leaned in and said, "Young hero, can you still blew your hair?"

Xie Lan simply put down the hair dryer, "What are you taking photos tomorrow? Finally settled?"

"Well. I'll shoot the 'Snow' group these three days, tomorrow shoot Sesshomaru, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow," Dou Sheng said.

Shen Yimu and Amano are both male protagonists of fantasy Chinese comics. Xie Lan is not very familiar with her, but Sesshomaru is very familiar with her.

"The big monster Sesshomaru." He couldn't help but walk away in Dou Sheng's face.

Dou Sheng smiled and said, "What I worry most about in the entire project is Sesshomaru, the only monster male protagonist, too second-dimensional. If it is not well filmed, the whole video will collapse."

"I think it's OK." Xie Lan nodded seriously, "The outline alone looks very similar, don't worry."

He has watched a lot of cos online this time. He feels that one of the keys to the success or failure of cos is whether the face shape is attached to the character. For example, in the same cos, some cosplayers have too sharp chins and some evil charm, without Sesshomaru's fairy spirit. Some cosplayers' cheeks are too full, and they can't feel the paper people, so they can't see it anyway.

But Dou Sheng really has a face shape. He originally had a pointed chin, but not long. Two days ago, he saw Dou Sheng try on Sesshomaru's long silver hair. He had not put on facial makeup yet, but just practiced a few eyes, and it smelled very much.

Dou Sheng walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror and muttered: "Anyway, if the final effect of the video is broken, I won't post it, just follow the flow."

Don't send it. Hundreds of thousands of dollars will be thrown in, don't send it.

Xie Lan couldn't help but hiss, "Why did you think of doing this project?"

"It's a whim..." Dou Sheng said to the mirror: "I haven't cosplayed it before, so I just want to challenge it. If you want to play, you can play a lot, and if you spend money, you can just throw it away. It's okay."

Xie Lan dared not speak. He was also a pure layman in the matter of cos. He was afraid that he would be too full and would be slapped in the face tomorrow. He was also afraid that Dou Sheng would be too dull, which would frustrate him in advance.

Dou Sheng didn't do anything about this night before the filming, but Xie Lan suffered from insomnia.

As a result, when he arrived at the venue the next day, Dou Sheng came out with makeup every three hours, and Xie Lan was completely stupid.

The silver hair is like a waterfall, the snow-colored robe is ethereal and unrestrained, and the armored scimitar and the fur scattered on the right shoulder are hard and soft. Dou Sheng has a crescent moon between his forehead and bloodstains on his cheeks. He is obviously a tough guy temperament, but his handsome and cold face brings out a bit of fairy-like charm.

The makeup teacher smiled and said, "You have to kill too many professional cosers in this way. I am worthy of the fans killing Your Highness."

Dou Sheng was in a very state, and his nodding looked quite arrogant as Sesshomaru. But he turned to Xie Lan, and instantly switched back to his usual appearance, raising his eyebrows with a smile and said, "Am I handsome?"

Xie Lan took out his cell phone, "Yeah, I'll take a wallpaper first."

My boyfriend is so handsome that he can only hide his expressionlessness and scream silently behind the screen of his phone.

Dou Sheng could hardly hold back his smile. He tried to get back the feeling of Sesshomaru several times, but before Xie Lan pressed the shutter, he laughed again.

"That's it, don't take photos, anyway, there will definitely be a few sets of photos in the end." He smiled and touched the mao on his right shoulder, "This feels good, it's the same as Wutong's belly, my money is not white."

Xie Lan couldn't help but stretch out his hand, "I'll touch it."

Dou Sheng stood near and turned sideways to let Xie Lan touch the snow-white fur on her shoulder, which was soft and slippery, and very thick. Xie Lan touched it for a while, and in a trance, she felt like she was petting a cat.

Foot his big cat.

"Okay, okay." Dou Sheng let him do it for a while, smiled and pulled away, and unsheathed the scimitar with a shiny sound.

It is as powerful as a rainbow.

He put away the knife again and whispered to Xie Lan: "I've gone to take a picture, I always see you can't even work well."

Xie Lan nodded, "Go, I'll watch you outside the shed."

The studio is very empty. The first set is a bright moon in the sky, and the wind and snow are falling down. The big monster Sesshomaru leans against the bright moon, stands tall on the treetops, and then draws his sword and jumps, flashing and breaking through to the camera in an instant.

The flash depends on special effects, but the jump and the camera need to take real shots. The jump requires jumping out of the lightness of that moment, and the camera need to take cold and murderous intent. Dou Sheng repeatedly took two simple actions dozens or hundreds of times. It was said that it was an amateur on a whim, but he worked harder than anyone else in his work, devoted himself to it, and blinked in a few hours.

Dou Sheng didn't dare to eat at noon, so he only chewed two energy bars. Xie Lan stood at the door of the studio and waited. He finally waited until the evening to deliver the lunch box, and the dining car happened to park next to him.

He picked the one that looked the most meat and prepared to take it in and give it to Dou Sheng.

The staff of the shed next door passed by with food and glanced in curiously, "Is this a little star shooting a magazine?"

Xie Lan was stunned for a moment, shook her head and said, "No, we were having sex."

"So handsome." The man looked in carefully again and said with a smile: "You can consider being an actor if you are so handsome. Now you can eat male protagonists with facial features in idol dramas."

Xie Lan knew that Dou Sheng was not interested in the actors, but she couldn't help asking: "What is the idol drama?"

"Shad a male and female protagonist in love, kissing scenes, kissing and hugging, holding high." The man said casually.

"..." Xie Lan's expression suddenly became a little cold, "but his only hobby was shooting videos...and petting cats."

The staff smiled, "I like to pet cats, too."

Xie Lan watched her leave with the lunch box, and after a long time, she twitched.

This feeling of unhappiness about being violated is somewhat inexplicable, but it is difficult to ignore.

He sighed, turned around and took two lunch boxes in.

Dou Sheng had finished the filming and was standing in front of the computer and discussing fiercely with the teacher in the later stage. Xie Lan passed by and swept the first film for a few seconds. Each frame was almost CG-level produced by a large studio, which was very shocking.

"How about it?"

Dou Sheng smiled and pinched his fingers, "You can put it away, change your clothes and have a meal."
To be continued...