TL: Hua
Yuan Yaling entered the studio to sing first.
Before the sound of human voices began, a flute sound broke through the air, followed by the sound of war drums and thunder, and the sound of shining spears and armored horses1金戈铁马 [jīn gē tiě mǎ]: Directly translated to metal, dagger, arms, horse, a symbol of war in ancient China. echoed everywhere, instantly leading people to the battlefield.
Then, when the rhythm was the most intense, the drums stopped abruptly, and a deep male voice sounded.
It must be said that, as an old singer, Yuan Yaling’s strength and foundation are very stable. He sang the whole song with ease, and there was no mistake in the high and low note transitions.
He also sang the ups and downs in the song—the determination and confrontation between the gods and demons.
Someone next to him even praised, “Even if we directly released Teacher Yuan’s singing into the movie, there is no problem.”
Kang Qitao also felt that Yuan Yaling’s singing was indeed good. They had worked together more than ten years ago, and he was also aware of Yuan Yaling’s strength.
After Yuan Yaling finished singing, everyone in the recording studio applauded.
He walked out with a smile that he couldn’t hide but still said, “I haven’t sung for a long time, so I’m a little rusty.”
Li Kun looked at Qi Xiaoyu with a little anxiety and nervousness.
Although he knew that Qi Xiaoyu sang in a talent show and had performed well before, he had never taken on any music work since he followed Qi Xiaoyu. Meanwhile, his competitor was a mentor on the previous show and sang well. His heart began to feel uncertain.
Qi Xiaoyu was the most relaxed one.
He was well-prepared.
Yu Xiaosheng sent him the script and music score as early as when he was recording the show in New Zealand. He also read the script and thought about the song in the past few days after returning.
More importantly, he has been exercising his body and voice for the past few months, and his ability to control his voice and breath is much better than when he participated in the competition.
As long as he can control his breath, with his original foundation, the effect will be twice the result with half the effort, and he will make great progress.
He cleared his throat and walked in.
Outside, Yuan Yaling was sitting on a chair and chatting with a staff member next to him.
The staff respected Yuan Yaling very much. After all, he was an old senior and a mentor for several programs. “My mother likes your songs very much.”
Yuan Yaling smiled and nodded, feeling very satisfied. In recent years, there have not been many songs that he has been interested in. Now that he liked one, he wanted to get it. Seeing that the goal was almost achieved, he was in a good mood. Just as he was about to say a few humble words, the music sounded, and then a clear male voice, followed by the sound of drums, broke through the air.
Qi Xiaoyu’s skills were no less than Yuan Yaling’s. His control of breath and voice was also accurate enough, and he even had a clear and bright feeling that only teenagers have.
Although the theme of the movie is the battle between gods and dragons, dragons are not born evil.
It’s just that the gods and demons have different positions, so the dragons have to go to the side of opposing the gods.
Compared with gods, dragons are more tragic, more complex and changeable, and even more like the protagonists of the movie.
Qi Xiaoyu read the script and focused on studying the character of the little white dragon. Compared with Yuan Yaling’s simple confrontation and determination, he truly sang out the tragic feeling in the song that made people uneasy.
As a result, when the song sounded, the emotions changed several times, accompanied by the sound of drums, pipa, flute, etc. Everyone was a little distracted for a while.
At the door, director Wang Mingge was coming in.
He had just coaxed Jiang Sicheng to try on makeup and immediately ran over here, first to listen to the effect of the theme song and second to observe Qi Xiaoyu.
He spent a lot of time looking for a suitable actor for the role of the little white dragon.
But the ones with acting skills are old, and the young ones have shortcomings.
He had found two similar ones before, but they didn’t meet his expectations after putting on makeup.
He likes to use heavy colors in movies. Meanwhile, the little white dragon is dressed in white with light facial features and clear eyes, which can’t support the whole picture and blend into the context.
He was interested when he saw Qi Xiaoyu’s information from Kang Qitao. Qi Xiaoyu’s age and appearance met his requirements. Yu Xiaosheng happened to send him more detailed information and said he wanted to try the role of the little white dragon, so he agreed.
He also watched Qi Xiaoyu’s variety show and discovered Jiang Sicheng, the “Black Bear Spirit.”
Now, Wang Mingge stood at the door, watching Qi Xiaoyu sing in the recording studio. He had only one thought in his mind—this was the little white dragon he was looking for!
When Qi Xiaoyu took off his headphones, everyone outside was still in a daze.
Li Kun felt that all those rainbow farts from the fans praising Qi Xiaoyu weren’t that exaggerated anymore.
Yuan Yaling’s face changed. Qi Xiaoyu’s performance on the final night was a big surprise, but he didn’t expect that he could improve so much more after a few months.
Kang Qitao was also stunned. He originally invited Qi Xiaoyu to audition for Xun Qian’s sake, but he never expected Qi Xiaoyu to perform so well.
The staff who thought Qi Xiaoyu was not good just now also changed their expressions and tone immediately and looked at Qi Xiaoyu with some admiration. Knowing that Qi Xiaoyu can sing is one thing, but singing better than Yuan Yaling is another. After all, Yuan Yaling has been singing for more than 20 years. Although he has been relying on variety shows to gain popularity recently, he is also a senior.
The sound of applause suddenly rang out at the door, and the people in the recording studio also reacted and applauded.
Wang Mingge strode inside.
He is in his fifties, with a very kind face and a military coat on. Compared to a well-known director, he looks more like your average neighborhood old man.
After he finished clapping, he greeted Kang Qitao first: “Are you choosing the theme song?”
After getting Kang Qitao’s affirmative reply, he pointed at Qi Xiaoyu and said, “Whether you use this kid or not, I must use him.”
Kang Qitao said, “Oh,” and understood, “Have you found the white dragon?”
“Yeah,” Wang Mingge said, and without caring about others, he waved to Qi Xiaoyu directly, “Qi Xiaoyu, right? Come with me; let’s try on Little White Dragon’s look.”
Jiang Sicheng was originally in a very irritable mood. Although the look of this humanoid “black bear spirit” was not ugly, it was no different from those cannon fodders in the martial world. He was dressed in a gray, tattered cloth shirt. If he were thrown into the wilderness, no one would be able to find him.
He was already on the verge of going crazy, and when he saw Qi Xiaoyu’s look, he became even angrier. He took off his wig, threw it on the table, pointed at Qi Xiaoyu, and asked the director, “Why are his clothes and design so much better than mine? That’s it. I won’t act anymore. The discrimination in your crew is too much.
Director Wang, don’t persuade me. Even if you tell me that acting is my talent, I won’t act anymore. Unless you change my look!”
Qi Xiaoyu’s makeup wasn’t done yet; he just changed his clothes and put on a wig.
But he was dressed in white with brocade around his waist and holding a silver frost sword. Even if he was just standing there, people were unable to take their eyes off him.
Qi Xiaoyu lowered his head and brushed the long hair that fell from his cheek to the back. The light shone on his face and hands as if it were shining on ice and snow, making the makeup lights in the room lose their brightness. He was the only one with a special color between heaven and earth.
Except for Jiang Sicheng, who still had the energy to shout, everyone else in the room was only concerned with admiring Qi Xiaoyu’s appearance from head to toe, from toe to head, and no longer had the heart to think about anything else.
After the director decided on Qi Xiaoyu and Jiang Sicheng, he asked them to go out with the crew to start filming the next day.
Kang Qitao naturally also decided on Qi Xiaoyu to sing the theme song, and he would record it when he had time during filming. They were in the same crew anyway, and the time was easy to negotiate.
Because they wanted to take pure natural scenery, the shooting location this time was quite far away, in a scenic spot more than a thousand kilometers west of S. City.
After arriving, the lifestyle producer directly arranged for Qi Xiaoyu and Jiang Sicheng to stay in the same hotel suite; after all, it was said on the Internet that the two had a good relationship.
Qi Xiaoyu had lived with Jiang Sicheng since the last variety show, and he was already used to it.
Jiang Sicheng was still very unhappy and kept saying that Qi Xiaoyu was not allowed to wear the white dragon’s makeup into the room and that he had to remove his makeup before going back to the room to sleep.
Jiang Sicheng was not satisfied with just setting the rules, and he also muttered, “It’s fine if the clothes are nice; the makeup is nice too; why don’t they put dragon scale makeup on me?”
If Jiang Sicheng were to let go of himself a little more, he would be so jealous that he would whimper.
Qi Xiaoyu was indeed more stunning with full makeup.
The long hair that fell to his waist made him look handsome and elegant, and the silver dragon scales from the end of his eyes to his temples added a touch of coldness and nobility.
His eyebrows were longer than usual, and his facial features were more three-dimensional after the contour powder was applied.
With the heavily crafted white clothes that shone with the luster of dragon scales and his thin waist that was only one foot eight, outlined by brocade, he was exactly the prince of the Dragon Palace that mortals could not reach.
Even the female lead, Cui Jing, couldn’t help but joke after seeing her female warrior costume and comparing it with Qi Xiaoyu’s: “Director Wang, how come White Dragon’s costume is better looking than mine? I’m afraid I’ll be outdone by him when the movie is released.”
Wang Mingge laughed. “Originally, White Dragon was responsible for looking good. You are responsible for the IQ of the whole show. The task is also very heavy.”
“Hmph, Director Wang, that’s pretty much what you’re saying.” Cui Jing ended the topic with a smile.
After the actors have each changed clothes and put on their makeup, the next step is to take pictures, a set of makeup photos, and a set of character photos with scenes.
Usually, taking makeup photos is done by colleagues in the production team.
But the person who appeared today with a camera was not from the production team.
Qi Xiaoyu was standing in the corner against the wall, texting with Xun Qian, when suddenly someone tapped his shoulder. He turned off his phone and turned around to see Ma Weiye, who had a shaved head, wearing Martin boots and carrying a camera, standing behind him.
While Qi Xiaoyu was filming in the far southwest, his first fashion magazine was officially launched.
On the cover of the magazine was a picture of him in a palace-style chiffon shirt photographed in the jungle.
In the selected photo, he was leaning against a tree trunk with his eyes closed. The camera shot him from top to bottom, making him look like a sleeping beauty who required a kiss to wake up.
One of the photos revealed was a photo of him wearing a wet white shirt and leaning against the wall of the bathroom, smoking.
Although the smoke was added later, Qi Xiaoyu’s look, posture, and expression were all in place. He exuded the smell of hormones and was youthful and mature, especially seductive.
When Butler Cheng saw these photos, he sighed three times in a row: “Mr. Qi has grown up.”
Xun Qian was coughing while looking at the message Qi Xiaoyu sent him on his phone. It was a selfie with makeup, and the dragon scales at the corners of his eyes made his whole face glow.
Hearing what Butler Cheng said, he put away his phone and gently stroked the fur of the black dog in his arms. “Ask Zhang Han to buy more.”
“That’s for sure. Aunt Li and the others all want it. I told Zhang Han to buy at least 100 copies.”
Butler Cheng said it very naturally and affirmatively.
However… Zhang Han didn’t buy any.
Zhang Han never expected that his smooth-sailing career would suffer a stumbling block in this matter.
Because the online sale of magazines was at 10 a.m., he deliberately postponed the meeting during this period for 15 minutes. Then he opened his phone at 9:55 and added 100 magazines to the shopping cart.
Then he kept looking at his phone and the clock. When it was 9:59:50, he started refreshing it, ready to place an order at any time.
But within a second—no, it should be said that it was less than a second. He just refreshed the watch and entered the checkout page, and it showed “Your order exceeds the purchase quantity, and the transaction cannot be completed.”
Zhang Han was stunned for a moment, thinking that one hundred copies might be too many. He cleverly changed it to ten copies and refreshed it again, and it showed “The item you purchased has been removed from the shelves.”
Ten thousand magazines were sold out in seconds.
Zhang Han was desperate. He didn’t expect that buying a magazine would be so difficult.
He immediately exited the shopping page and searched online to see if anyone wanted to resell this issue of the magazine.
But he found that many fish balls2The name of the Qi Xiaoyu fandom in case you forgot. were crying and saying that their rivals were too fast, and they couldn’t grab them at all.
Those who managed to grab it were full of pride. “It’s the first big issue of my cub; of course, I have to collect it well.”
“It’s a shame that I only managed to grab three copies, one for the office, one for displaying at home, and one for hand journaling.”
“Excited to have three brand new sets of little cub’s photos soon!”
Zhang Han looked at his phone and couldn’t help but fall into deep thought. How should he get a hundred magazines? Print them himself? Buy it back at a high price? Or put an advertisement for Fashion Magazine and ask them to reprint this issue?
Zhang Han held his chin in thought and felt that he was in a difficult situation.