"Hao Shuai, right?" The ponytail woman nodded. "I'll remember you."

"Remembering my name is useless," Jiang Cheng said, raising his head seriously, "If you want to remember me, you have to remember my number. I'm number 49 in the premium group."

......

Next, the woman introduced herself. Her name was Yu Wen, and she was an expert in international relations.

According to her, she was constantly traveling abroad and didn't expect to be dragged into a nightmare as soon as she returned home.

This was her 4th mission.

Soon, the pajama-clad woman's timid voice also came over. Her name was Zhang Yinyin, and she was a kindergarten teacher, currently in the internship stage, not officially employed yet.

Finally, there was the other man holding the camera. He and Zhou Taifu were the only two newbies in this instance.

An ill-fitting shirt and blunt bangs made him look very dull.

"Hello everyone," he introduced himself, "My name is Long Tao, and I'm currently working as a bit player in a film crew."

Now only the fatty was left.

Just as the fatty was feeling ambitious and preparing to introduce himself, Jiang Cheng suddenly spoke, "His situation is rather special, he doesn't have a name, because..." He pursed his lips and said with a look of grief, "He's an orphan."

"He's been without parents since he was little?" Zhang Yinyin's face was full of pity, "How pitiful."

"Everyone can just call him Fatty," Jiang Cheng said, "I heard the people at the orphanage called him that."

Fatty: "..."

After a while, the group stood in front of a teaching building.

From time to time, pure and beautiful-looking girls came in and out of the entrance.

"This is it," Zhen Jianren said, withdrawing his gaze, "Let's go in."

The space inside was even larger than Jiang Cheng had imagined. Corridors on both sides corresponded to classrooms, and songs and musical instrument sounds were constantly heard.

Although there was an elevator, everyone tacitly ignored it and chose to take the stairs on the right to go upstairs.

The large music classroom was located at the end of the 4th floor corridor. As they approached, a woman in high heels trotted up to them.

The woman was in her early 30s, wearing light makeup, and asked as she approached, "Are you the photography teachers?"

Only after receiving an affirmative answer did the woman breathe a sigh of relief.

In the subsequent conversation, the woman explained that she had been arranged by the director to wait here to connect with the photography team.

Today was the first rehearsal.

After considering it, Yu Wen asked, "How many rehearsals are there in total before the anniversary celebration begins?"

"Three," the woman replied straightforwardly.

"What time does it start?"

"It can start now," the woman said, inviting them into the music classroom.

It was called a music classroom, but it looked more like an auditorium.

Under the spotlight was a prepared choir stage, with students already changed into costumes.

People were moving back and forth from time to time, adjusting the lighting and various equipment.

It could be seen that the school attached great importance to this anniversary celebration.

"Photography teachers," the woman in charge of the connection said a few words to the on-site scheduler and ran back, waving, "We're ready on this side."

Jiang Cheng and the others had also set up their cameras.

The location was chosen by the man named Long Tao.

After all, he worked on film crews and knew more about photography than the others.

"We need to record four segments in this rehearsal," the woman said politely. She straightened the stray hairs at her temples and continued, "The first three segments are the choirs organized by the three selected classes, and the last segment is a joint choir of all three classes."

"Okay," Jiang Cheng replied, "Then let's hurry up and start."

Walking back to his position, Jiang Cheng took out the camera bag and took out the camera he had previously stored in the equipment center.

After seeing it, Fatty asked in confusion, "What are you doing with that?"

The lens of this camera had water vapor inside. Although it could still take pictures, the shooting effect would be affected.

"I'm just killing time," Jiang Cheng took out the camera, turned it on, and took pictures of the choir stage. He changed angles several times, looking very serious.

But to Fatty's surprise, Zhen Jianren and Yu Wen walked over one after another after seeing Jiang Cheng holding the camera.

Jiang Cheng stretched his shoulders, raised his head, shook the camera, and said to Zhen Jianren, "Do you want to try it?"

Zhen Jianren retreated again.

However, his attention was here.

The first class's choir quickly ended, and they exited in an orderly manner.

Students from another class began to enter.

Because there was a tripod, Jiang Cheng didn't have to hold the camera all the time.

After aiming the lens at the choir stage, he began to look at the students on the stage.

They were wearing uniform clothing, a pure white upper body and a contrasting navy blue dress on the lower body.

There were ribbon bow decorations at the neckline and cuffs.

The well-tailored slim fit style outlined the girl's slender waist, and the lotus-like skirt set off the classical British college style temperament.

Jiang Cheng's gaze swept over them one by one, and occasionally collided with the girls' gazes.

The difference was that the girls' gazes collapsed at the first touch, but Jiang Cheng was magnanimous and had no restraint at all.

Taking advantage of the fact that the second group of students was leaving and no one was paying attention here, Fatty leaned over and whispered, "Doctor, what the hell are you doing?"

Jiang Cheng pouted dissatisfiedly, "Don't talk nonsense, what would be the etiquette if the ghost heard that I was going to mess with it?"

Fatty: "... Doctor, I really admire you, you're still in the mood to joke at this time."

Jiang Cheng didn't even look at him, and said concisely, "I think the NPCs wouldn't damage our equipment for no reason, so I suspect there's a problem."

Fatty was startled, "What could be the problem?"

"I don't know for the time being," he tilted his head to look at Fatty and said in a deep voice, "You don't have to worry about me, you go and keep an eye on the other camera, don't let someone tamper with it."

Fatty nodded in response, "Okay, I got it, Doctor."

Soon the third group of students' repertoire ended.

The finale choir was about to begin.

At this moment, Long Tao, who was in charge of shooting, frowned, clutching his stomach, his expression suddenly becoming ugly.

Luo Yi, who was also stalking this camera, was the first to notice the abnormality and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I... I have a stomach ache," Long Tao said hesitantly with a look of pain, "I may have eaten something bad this morning."

Zhou Taifu looked at the choir stage not far away, which was full of people, and there were some people walking back and forth nearby, holding different colored threads or equipment in their hands.

It was like they were doing the final adjustments.

"Can't you hold on?" Zhou Taifu couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, the feeling here was very bad to him.

It was clear that everyone looked normal, but this normality revealed a strange and inexplicable feeling.

As for where it was strange, he couldn't say.

"We'll go back after the shooting is over!"

"I'm afraid not," Long Tao's body trembled, and cold sweat had appeared on his cheeks, "I can't stand the pain, maybe my previous enteritis has flared up."