Yuran had been playing with her phone, head down, when she heard the noise and looked towards its source. During the military training, she didn’t recall this person at all!
She flipped her phone in her palm, wondering if she rembered wrong, and tried hard to recall but still couldn’t rember. The squad leader was now pleasingly looking at the young man, "Mr. Bai... I didn’t follow your instruction. I already ntioned it in the group. I guess everyone is dressing up!"
What?
Yuran felt as though she was not quite on the sa page and looked at the squad leader in confusion, "Squad leader, what do you an by that? Aren’t we here for a reunion?"
The squad leader looked at her in surprise, "I explained later, didn’t you check the group ssages?"
Yuran belatedly took out her phone to check the ssages, scrolling through hundreds of them until she found the squad leader’s lengthy explanation: Per Mr. Bai’s request, the purpose of the reunion is to select a female lead for Mr. Bai’s artist’s music video. Due to the style of the music, soone from the Arabic Language Departnt will be selected. The money collected earlier will be refunded afterward. Thanks, everyone, for your cooperation.
Yuran twitched her mouth corner, "Squad leader, you..." What are you doing for others?
The squad leader also looked sowhat embarrassed, "Yuran, don’t leave. We’re all here already, just give it a try. What if it works out?"
Yuran: "..." She wasn’t interested at all, okay?
Plus, why didn’t she check the group ssages last night? Now leaving seed like undercutting the squad leader’s face. Forget it, forget it, since she was already here, she might as well join in the fun.
The young man known as Mr. Bai humd, seemingly a bit impatient, continuously checking the ti on his wristwatch.
Fortunately, the wait wasn’t too long. After about ten minutes, the entire Arabic Language Departnt had arrived in the private room. Thankfully, the room was large, accommodating sixty to seventy people without a problem.
By appearances alone, Mr. Bai was very handso, exactly the type students of that age preferred. Quite a few girls seed a bit shy. Once everyone had arrived, Mr. Bai stood up and with a deep voice said, "Considering your sense of timing, I’m really disappointed! But since I need your help, I’ll let it slide this ti. Let’s start."
The few young n who hadn’t moved until then quickly started to get things ready, and in no ti, the whole space looked like a mini audition venue.
The squad leader started handing out the MV scripts to everyone.
It was a very simple script, essentially playing oneself, and the artist they were collaborating with seed to be a newly popular sweet newcor, Bai Leyao.
Mr. Bai, Bai Leyao.
Yuran quickly caught the point. These two must be related!
She didn’t ponder it deeply, scanning the simple story structure in the script in front of her. The shooting location was in the United Arab Emirates; no wonder they needed soone from the Arabic Language Departnt. But for this kind of thing, couldn’t they just bring a translator?
Now, everyone was a freshman, and not necessarily proficient in Arabic!
Actually, the students from Diwai were mostly highly academic. Setting aside whether this music video was appealing to them or not, the more attractive aspect was probably the environnt.
"Let’s start!"
Half an hour later, Mr. Bai seed to lose interest in waiting and directly said.
Everyone was a bit nervous, jostling as no one wanted to go first. After all, they were unfamiliar with this field.
Yuran scanned the room and sighed, raising her hand first, ", , I’ll go first!"
A few gazes turned her way, and Yuran smiled brightly, walking ahead of everyone and opening the script in her hands, "I’ll act out this scene!"
Mr. Bai looked at her, a bit surprised, "Are you sure?"
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