Wu Jin choked.

Reason has not yet understood the four words "lively cute" and has already had a strong desire to survive and began to defend himself: "No, no, no..."

Wei Shi interrogated: "Hmm?"

Wu Jin suddenly shut up, his eyes turned around and looked at the sky and the earth, but he didn't dare to look at the gun in his hand. His sincere and obedient performance was remarkable.

The guards opened the ceiling lights in the prop room.

Wu Jin breathed a sigh of relief and quickly entered the state.

The music DEMO of "Special War Elite" is released, with the style of HouseDJ mixing with electronic jazz. In fact, the arrangement level of this type of trainee talent show is far from being "professional". Usually, it is difficult to excel in a single track, so just a dozen tracks are mixed together to create a powerful "electronic" effect.

When Wu Jin heard about DEMO for the first time, he was almost frightened to split.

"House dance focuses on physical expression, is unrestrained and difficult to deal with gunfights." Wu Jin hesitated and said: "There are too few gunfights that can be referenced. I checked a few sniper shooting postures, which are incompatible with the House soundtrack."

"But this demo has an advantage, the accent is on the third point at 4/4."

The heavy drums floated out of the speakers of the phone.

Wu Jin stuck a little, made a gun with his bare hands, and made a precise sniping hand movement towards Wei Shi.

The man raises his eyebrows.

"!!" Wu Jin suddenly realized that he had known Mr. Wei for only two days, but he couldn't control himself, and he was so shameless in front of him.

Wei Shi glanced at Wu Jin's fingering method: "Wei's shooting method?"

Wu Jin's eyes were instantly respectful. Wei Shi stood behind him and handed Wu Jin a flat revolver imitated Smith Wiesen. The man's tiger mouth gun was heavy, and when he handed the gun, he pointed the handle at Wu Jin and his muzzle was towards him.

Wu Jin took it without thinking, just like the two of them had repeated the same action countless times.

Wei Shi signaled Wu Jin to hold the gun straight with his right hand and hold the gun handle firmly with his left palm: "Continue."

Wu Jin gestured to the distance: "Just shoot like this, and then take the next footwalk, it seems a bit monotonous."

The man nodded and took the gun from Wu Jin.

Then, the hand speed was like lightning and the trigger was pulled twice in the air, then the aiming position was instantly increased, and the second gun line was pulled out from a high point.

Holding a gun, opening safety, shooting in the air. One set of things went smoothly, and the "sniper action" that had only stuck in an accent took up two 4 shots.

Wu Jin's pupils shrank suddenly.

Wei Shi was not demonstrating any "dance move", he only did "fire". However, the firearm itself had huge visual stagnation, so that the noisy background music in the props room became optional.

Wei Shi: "Mozambique shooting method, two body strikes, the last shot caused a fatal blow. The way of playing for mercenaries and counter-terrorism players."

Wu Jin suddenly reacted.

The man's position, standing posture, center of gravity and gun line are rapidly apart in his mind, and then they are like the torso line abstracted in his sketch, which is constantly summarized and reconstructed in his subconscious mind.

Wu Jin pulled the blank space of the quasi-song music score and rubbed the paper with the pen tip.

Then I looked around and looked left and right—

Wei Shi led Wu Jin, who was so stupid by inspiration, to the corner of the wall.

A gray dressing mirror is stuck behind the door.

Wu Jin was happy and thanked him quickly.

At this time, the entire film and television city was empty. The only orange light in the prop room seemed to be the only heat source in the night. Wu Jin stood in the heat source, took off his coat, and adjusted the choreography in a pitch-black pure cotton vest.

Wei Shi stood behind his back with his arms in his arms, looking at Wu Jin steadily.

Wu Jin was happy: "It's OK! Wei... Brother Wei, I plan to change this part directly, use muscle vibration to highlight the gun's expressiveness - and the subsequent close combat -"

In the dim mirror reflection, Wei Shi picked out a short spear and weighed it twice to signal Wu Jin to turn around.

Wu Jin turned around and stood attentively.

Wei Shi made a simple "bull change" action demonstration, then quickly converged the weapon and made directional high-level shooting.

Wu Jin glanced straight.

Wei Shi: "Central axis relock shooting technique, come here."

Wu Jin came over happily.

Wei Shi adjusted his strength one by one, and his fingertips touched the boy's sweaty arms. Wu Jin suddenly closed his eyes.

Unexpectedly, there were no more irrelevant pictures in my mind, but countless small sound sources overlapped.

"Shoot.", "This gun is aiming automatically, you are that monkey.", "Re-up rating, do you want to get an A.", "Instructor's guardianship package has been activated", "Hey, little short, I want to take care of you for the rest of my life"...

Wu Jin opened his eyes blankly, and his throat seemed to be uncontrollably broken out: "Wei—"

Wei Shi leaned over.

The man corrected Wu Jin's shooting posture and embraceeded him, which was exactly the same as when he was blocking the collapsed snow and snow for Wu Jin at the R-code base in the depths of consciousness.

Wei Shi nodded: "I'm here."

Wu Jin turned his head and glanced at Mr. Wei who knew everything. He didn't know how happy he was, and he grinned stupidly.

The other end of subconscious communication.

Ajun was excited again: "Brother Wei, Brother Wei, Xiao Wu's consciousness fluctuations are coming up again! He is almost touching the threshold. If he works harder, he may really bring someone out within three days-"

Film and television city, prop room.

Wu Jin struggled to choreograph, and when he looked at the guard, he looked like a muse who provided inspiration.

Wei Shi: "The central axis heavy lock shooting technique is called C.A.R., and the high-level shooting is stronger than ambush. It is only suitable for frontal combat. Unlike mercenary combat, the founder of C.A.R. is the British Queen's bodyguard."

Wu Jin suddenly realized: "The queen with a long battery life?!"

Wei Shi nodded.

Wu Jin was inspired and added a lot of interactions to the choreography in a mess. In the end, there was a RAP dancer-

Wei Shi slowly removed the pistol and took it apart in the order of parts.

Wu Jin stared at it for a long time, then suddenly let out a whistle, his eyes lit up.

It was already late at night when the two of them parted.

Wu Jin held a stack of draft papers and stuffed them into the car basket with satisfaction, almost pulling Wei Shi to pay a favor on the spot.

Stars in the sky.

The two of them rode slowly in the wilderness on a shared bicycle.

Wu Jin thought a little embarrassedly, if he rode a straight line, he would have returned to the hotel too soon...

However, the drama service had sent a text message to urge him three times.

Within two minutes of "evening interview", Wu Jin dragged it to the last second and rushed to the hotel elevator in a panic: "Brother Wei, I'm in trouble with my car-"

The elevator closed with a snap, almost without getting a small curl.

Wei Shi slowly got out of the car, scanned the code of his bicycle and parked it at the entrance of the hotel. Then he changed into Wu Jin's little white bicycle and rode back to the resort.

In the hotel, Wu Jin finished his "evening interview" and wrote the "trainee diary", and was dragged to talk to Yan Yuese before the director and spoke to him. It took him a full quarter of an hour to release it.

There were also many contestants standing at the door. The trainee who received the main dance quota of the "Elf Prince" group greeted Wu Jin, looking both in front of others and behind.

Wu Jin greeted him and happily returned to bed with a stack of draft papers.

The roommate who vaguely found half of the reason, Xiao Hongmao, who sang RAP of "Elf Prince", was filled with indignation: "Little Witch, don't you be angry! I secretly hid a stick when I was eating... a rolling pin, if you are angry, we will touch the camera-"

Wu Jin hurriedly grabbed his roommate.

"Don't be angry or angry!" Wu Jin comforted.

What's the point of being an opponent who is destined to be defeated by himself? Wu Jin thought of it with great enthusiasm and spoke solemnly: "The RAP of "Special War Elite" lacks individuals, do you want to be together?"

The red hair slapped his thigh.

Which hip-hop enthusiast doesn't want to sing RAP with a gun, and there is Wu Jin choreographing-

Red Hair: "Come on, let's bind and bind! "

Early in the morning.

The hotel is quiet.

Wu Jin brought the headphones that he bought temporarily for 15 yuan, and he rang the soundtrack with one and the other. It was beyond his usual schedule. After listening for a long time, he would still doze off. He was in a daze and returned to the film and television city just now, where Mr. Wei corrected his gun posture for himself.

The man's heartbeats calm and powerful.

Wu Jin was sober and cleared, and deleted a series of noises such as trumpet, bass, triangle iron, etc., leaving only the main and secondary channels, and then the drum beat was aggravated.

The drum beats finally match the heartbeat.

Wu Jin was satisfied and flew into bed and fell asleep.

Floating City Laboratory.

It was early morning when Wei Shi left the cabin again. On the third day of the autumn festival, the entire city was still dazzling.

The pharmacy formula allowed the laboratory to break through several bottlenecks in a row. A transformer who was originally scheduled for the autumn festival surgery benefited from it and specially sent three trucks of strawberries from the farm he ran.
To be continued...