Although it is "Little Gai from Los Angeles", Gai's songs are reasonable, and many female singers don't have that flavor when they sing them.

In other words, the momentum cannot be expressed.

But this is also a challenge.

Zhang Hong thought of another song praising China.

That's it.

Tsk...I always feel like I'm on the road to little pink and never come back.

............

It has been a day and a half since Zhang Hong finalized the song.

The rehearsal ended last night, and today is the day when filming officially starts.

The program team is very nervous.

Although it is not a live broadcast, the rehearsal is just the process of rehearsing the program, basically going through the program flow.

There were no "controllable conflicts" such as specific results and grouping, including guest instructors writing raps and singing songs - these cannot be arranged in rehearsals.

But Zhang Hong remained calm.

He is just here to make money, and the songs he has prepared are all ready, so what is there to panic about?

On the contrary, Li Xinran was full of fighting spirit.

Even Zhang Hong had to sigh after seeing him, maybe this is a young man.

Unlike old fritters like us, he is still living a positive life.

Unlike Mr. Zhang, I work just to make money.

Finally, the time has come for the official recording.

The first thing recorded was the time the girls spent together.

This period of time actually has little to do with Zhang Hong and the others. The main thing is to record their daily life together and the familiar process.

Then it was the first time to divide into classes.

Because we need to compare before and after, we just randomly divide them into groups, and then perform singing and dancing according to the requirements of the program team within a few minutes.

The singing group is okay, after all, these people all have certain skills, and there are no real amateur students.

The dance group has a big problem.

Because there is no choreographer, although the girls all have certain dance skills, their performance is still not very good.

This is also the effect the program team wants.

The recording for the next week consisted of the girls playing various small games and activities.

At this stage, it was Zhang Hong's turn to appear, and the shooting location officially entered the studio.

At this point, basically every instructor has two or three dedicated cameras to follow them at the instructor's table throughout the process.

Jiang Mengru has been in a girl group for ten years, so she manages her expressions very well.

They will also smile, exclaim, frown and shake their heads as the girls perform on stage to provide the program team with editing materials. This is called professionalism!

Wang Chen and Li Xinran are no exception. After all, they are players that Jimei has trained for many years.

But when it comes to Zhang Hong...

It's completely different.

This guy had a dull expression throughout.

No, I can't say I have no expression.

It should be said that his expression was very painful the whole time...

What happened to be taken that day was where the students took turns performing sitcoms in groups.

Zhang Hong stared blankly at the stage the whole time.

Yawn from time to time.

Then just when he was about to fall asleep, he forced his eyes wide open, then frowned and squinted.

Seeing the embarrassing place, his face turned sour.

Especially when girls are pretending to be cute.

That "Hey"... directly made his face wrinkle into a ball, and he even raised his hands to cover his face to express embarrassment.

Or raise your hands to scratch your head.

To describe it in one word...it would be "torture".

To use an idiom to describe it... restless.

It just makes my scalp numb!

Zhang Hong regretted it.

He regretted coming to this show.

I originally thought that tens of millions would be really easy to make! Just sit back and pretend to be dead.

I didn’t expect it to be so difficult!

He turned his head back and forth to look at the others.

The girls all enjoyed it and acted very captivatingly.

The other three guest instructors were also very cooperative.

Zhang Hong was instantly filled with awe for them.

Just this interaction efficiency, just this expression management.

If anyone dares to say that their acting skills are poor in the future, Zhang Hong will be the first to refuse!

How did they keep watching it when it was so embarrassing?

It’s so hard to bear!

Almost every second made it difficult for him to breathe, his blood pressure soared, and his scalp was numb.

It’s really hard to make money and eat shit...

After a day of filming (Zhang Hong didn't speak at all during the whole process), Zhang Hong refused the program team's invitation to have a dinner and decisively fled back to the hotel.

Opening the door to his room, he felt restless.

Finally, he couldn't help but ran and knocked on Lin Muqing's door.

Lin Muqing still had a book in his hand, and he must have been reading just now.

Seeing him coming back, Hei Changzhi looked puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Hong hesitated for a few seconds and finally spoke: "Otherwise... we won't shoot anymore, right? I don't need the money, I'll think of other ways."

Every minute and every second on the shooting scene was a kind of torture for him.

"What's wrong?" Lin Muqing said calmly, "Being surrounded by a large group of girls, I thought you were enjoying it."

She didn't shake her legs, but quietly stuffed the book under the quilt.

Zhang Hongjing glanced at it and seemed to see words like "How to train a perfect man..." written on it.

She stuffed it in too fast and Zhang Hong didn't see it clearly.

But I heard her words clearly.

"Having fun doing it... what the hell!" Zhang Hong complained crazily, "That's simply torture!"

Then he talked about the filming scene that made him extremely embarrassed.

Perhaps he said that his cross talk skills were good, and even though it was a normal shooting scene, his words were full of quirks and made even Hei Changzhi laugh.

"Is it really that weird?"

Zhang Hong said firmly: "It's so weird. It's torture for me to stay there. It's hard to bear."

Lin Muqing tilted his head: "But that's 20 million, and the licensing fee for each song will be an additional 1 million. Do you really want to give up?"

Zhang Honggang wanted to give up, but looking at the face in front of him, he really couldn't say it.

Yes, this black girl is already twenty-four years old.

If we delay for a few more years, I'm afraid the children will call themselves uncle.

You have already traveled through time, do you still want to miss it?

Sighing, he compromised, "Forget it, just bear with it, just bear with it."

The corners of Lin Muqing's eyes curved into crescent moons.

But she didn't say anything.
To be continued...