He said hard to the staff, watched the computer files save, and limped backwards.

Xie Lan was stunned for a moment and immediately chased after him, "What's wrong with her feet?"

"I spurted a little when I rushed in the last time." Dou Sheng curled his lips, "A trivial matter, I'm not as fierce as I'm playing basketball."

That's it, but today is only the first day. The storyboarding movements in the next two days are much more complicated than today. Xie Lan can hardly imagine that Dou Sheng will continue with his sprained ankle.

Dou Sheng really didn't care. He went into the dressing room and changed his T-shirt and jeans, took off his wig, and didn't take off the makeup on his face. He came out and pulled a small stool and sat down to have a meal.

The rice boxed rice was made of two meat and one vegetable and one sweet cake. It looked a little oily, but Dou Sheng tasted very delicious. He was so hungry that Xie Lan clamped his chicken legs, and he shaved the bones with his mouth and handed the sweet cake to Xie Lan.

Xie Lan found that Dou Sheng's ankle was soaked in sweat just now, and there were a few bruises on his arms that were not known where they were bruised.

"It's so hard." He rubbed his boyfriend's legs with some pain, "If I had known about the topic, I'd better be careful."

Dou Sheng swallowed the rice in his mouth whole and said with a smile, "I think it's very satisfying. This one is more fun than I thought. Oh, I should have brought you to record it together at the beginning."

There was no one else in the locker room, and Xie Lan leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "Eat quickly."

Dou Sheng chewed his cheeks and pressed him back with his lips, "Yeah."

A box of rice was eaten without a grain of rice. Dou Sheng put down the empty box and rubbed his stomach, and suddenly hissed.

"Wait for me, I have to communicate with the later teacher about a detail, and then I will finish work and take you to eat barbecue."

Xie Lan's chopsticks froze, "Is it still eating barbecue?"

"Ah." Dou Sheng glanced at the lunch box, "This is just an appetizer."

Xie Lan: "..."

One pound of meals is appetizing, ok.

Dou Sheng went out, Xie Lan couldn't stop sighing, and stuffed two lunch boxes into the trash can with some resentment.

Is this not a hundred? Is there any up on Bilibili that deserves this hundred title more than Dou Sheng?

He poked the post of the data master and replied anonymously below.

-Bofeng Orange Cat: If the 100-Dada gives Xie Lan the end but not the beans, B station will really be cold sooner or later.

After posting this, he continued to scroll down the comments.

-I still have a good impression of Xie Lan. He is worth a hundred, but if he takes the beans away, I don't think he is worthy.

Xie Lan gave this article a thumbs up.

-Speak in a low voice, the platform has to consider many factors. Xie Lan is half a British man, and he may not be able to get it.

There is still this? That's great.

Xie Lan felt much more relieved and gave him another thumbs up.

He brushed all the way down, liked all his comments, and finally felt a little joy.

After pushing the door out, more than half of the staff had left, and Dou Sheng was still pulling the project leader to discuss the timetable.

There are four groups of wind, flowers, snow and moon. The "Snow" group can be photographed on three days of National Day. The remaining three groups are scheduled for late October, mid-November and early December respectively.

In this way, if you can do all the post-production one month ago, you will miss the top 100 submissions.

Time is tight, mainly because senior high school students are too busy. Moreover, in November, Xie Lan will have to go to the Winter Camp to count and cannot be with her boyfriend.

He was sighing in his heart when he suddenly heard the vibrating sound of a cell phone in Dou Sheng's bag beside him.

He was hesitating whether to help answer the phone, but the vibrating sound stopped by itself.

Then, his own cell phone rang.

Old horse.

Xie Lan looked at the smiling face of Lao Ma who was jumping on the screen and suddenly had a subtle premonition.

He cleared his throat, turned around and walked to the back to answer the phone, "Teacher. What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!