In the booth corner on the first floor.
Zhang Minghua was still showing off his knowledge reserve, chatting with the girls about the prospects of the short drama industry.
Tang Song wasn’t present, so he beca the absolute center of attention in this small circle.
During the conversation, his gaze would inadvertently linger a few seconds longer on Qian Lele who was quietly eating fruit beside him.
Under the dim, dizzy lights, Qian Lele’s pretty cheeks were flushed lightly with excitent and alcohol.
Appearing even more fresh and captivating.
"Ding dong—"
Wu Siqi looked at her phone, suddenly leaned over mysteriously and said: "Hey! I just saw in the group chat that later the leadership of our base and an executive from Mortals dia will co to inspect the site personally!"
"Really?" Li Jingrong imdiately got interested, "Which leader?"
"President Zhou from the Film and Television Base’s Operations Departnt, and a deputy president from Mortals dia." Wu Siqi’s eyes sparkled brightly, "I’ve interned for so long and I’ve never seen such high leadership before!"
She was in the new dia departnt, mainly responsible for base branding, content dissemination, etc.
Considered under the managent of the operations departnt.
Upon hearing, Zhang Minghua took a sip of his drink and said brashly: "Siqi, this is a great opportunity! When the leadership arrives, be proactive, help pour water, run errands, make your face familiar in front of the leadership. Maybe you’ll have a chance to get a full-ti position early."
Faced with Zhang Minghua’s "guidance," Wu Siqi responded awkwardly with just an "uh" without saying much.
For a senior intern, she was dealing with the executives of a film company, forcing herself forward would really be seeking embarrassnt, wouldn’t it?
Having more contact, she suddenly felt that Jingrong’s boyfriend seed quite "fatherly," and sowhat conceited.
Far from that "brother" Lele who was so refreshingly natural, confident and carefree from within.
At that mont.
A familiar and pleasant voice echoed: "Apologies for keeping everyone waiting."
Then, Tang Song strode back to the booth.
He nodded politely to the group and sat down naturally beside Qian Lele.
With a slight turn of his head.
He saw Lele had already opened a bag of childhood nostalgic Spicy Strips, pinching them gracefully while enjoying.
Like a little hamster sneaking snacks.
This sister really loves eating these kinds of spicy snacks. In the past, back at the teacher’s dormitory, there was always an opened bag in the fridge.
Thinking of past scenes, Tang Song chuckled lightly, suddenly reaching out, at the mont when she was about to bring the spicy strip to her mouth, "intercepted" it.
Qian Lele exclaid "Ah," looked up confused.
Tang Song winked playfully at her and put the spicy strip into his own mouth.
Qian Lele blushed and hurriedly averted her gaze.
Finishing the spicy strip, Tang Song lifted his wine glass, shook the glass towards Lele, "Co on, sister, let’s have a drink together."
"Hmm."
Qian Lele, sowhat shyly, clinked glasses with him, lowered her head, and sipped the fruit wine.
"I said, you two don’t sneak drinks!" Wu Siqi laughed and raised her glass, "Co on, now that everyone’s here, let’s toast to thank everyone for helping with the cao!"
"Ding~ ding~" The sound of clinking glasses rang out.
The refreshing liquor slid down the throat.
The atmosphere in the Livehouse beca even livelier.
The three girls were chattering away, speaking about school anecdotes, grumbling about thesis topics and elective courses.
Tang Song didn’t appear out of place due to his status, instead, he naturally blended into their conversation.
Speaking humorously, his insights clear and accurate.
Always able to perfectly cater to everyone’s moods.
Wu Siqi and Li Jingrong looked at him, their eyes sparkling, feeling extrely happy chatting with him.
The sound of clinking glasses continued to echo.
Though it was low-alcohol beer and bubbly wine, it wasn’t long before Qian Lele, who didn’t have much tolerance, started feeling slightly tipsy.
She occasionally even grinned silly at Tang Song.
Opposite, Zhang Minghua saw the conversation’s lead subtly shifting away again, feeling slightly displeased.
He didn’t have any bad intentions, just loved standing out, especially in front of pretty girls and his girlfriend.
At this mont, the music in the Livehouse changed.
The director wearing a baseball cap and a work uniform stepped onto the stage, grabbed the microphone.
"Friends, classmates, thank you for participating tonight! I’m the director of the short drama, our filming is soon to officially begin..."
Then, the director briefly explained the plot and areas needing cooperation.
The plot wasn’t complicated, with the female lead getting pressured to drink by leadership in the Livehouse, encountering the male lead, enacting a domineering CEO rescuing the beauty.
As "caos," Tang Song and his group just needed to play the casual audience, creating a lively, festive atmosphere in the dance floor.
With the director’s command, the on-site vibe was instantly ignited.
Dozens of extras were led to the center of the dance floor.
The invited influencer band took the stage, blaring music.
The polychro laser lights madly swept through the crowd, illuminating everyone’s faces bizarrely.
Qian Lele felt sowhat uncomfortable, instinctively covering her ears lightly with her hands, shrinking her body slightly.
Seeing this, Tang Song naturally stepped forward, half-encircling her in his arms, using his body to shield her from the crowd surge.
Then, he placed his hand over her hands covering her ears, forming a more effective "sound barrier."
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