The audition of the martial arts drama is more cumbersome than the literary drama, and the scene found a temporary trick for the martial arts (martial arts instructor), not only to see the on-the-spot learning and mastery of the action, but also not only to do the action of the walking dead, to control the facial expression, to have a murderous spirit, and even put on a Weiya suit.

Lu Xiaobei was hung in the air for dozens of minutes, flipped a few times, stretched his arms a few times, and then behaved murderously at the machine that was said to be open, and he was very on the right hand with Wu Zhi for a long time before the move ended.

The director still said the same thing, okay, he got it.

On the way back, probably because she didn't want to put too much pressure on Lu Xiaobei, Feng Lan didn't mention any topics related to the audition, but talked about her and Nan Yanchun's title as a couple.

"Sister Lan, can I say that I don't know him well?" Lu Xiaobei said.

Xiaowen, who was sitting in the co-pilot, listened to it, and only felt that the little couple was awkward?

The car they were in was specially given to Lu Xiaobei by Feng Lan.

It's the kind of nanny car for celebrities.

When Lu Xiaobei saw this car for the first time, he was as excited as he was when he was sure that she was going to have an agent.

This is a car exclusive to her, a car specially prepared for her future work, and this is the kind of nanny car that she can only enjoy from afar.

With this car, she won't have to squeeze the bus to the filming site with many group performers in the future. When you are tired and waiting for the play, when it is very cold and hot, you don't have to find a corner to rest.

Well, she Lu Xiaobei finally got mixed with the car family.

Although this is only for her use, the cost or something, but she has to make money to pay back in the future.

Feng Lan smiled: "Normal, I've known Nan Yanchun for so many years, and I don't feel very familiar with him." But then, he muttered to himself: "It's time to think about this problem, how can you all have the same caliber......" Nan Yanchun can help Lu Xiaobei in the future, not only their trading conditions. Shao Dong's boyfriend, as long as their trading cooperation period is still there, she, as an agent, has to be used well. "But what's it called, especially to that one, Anan? Ayan? 椮椮? ”……

Lu Xiaobei listened to these titles, nicknames, and then thought of Nan Yanchun's face, and couldn't help but get goosebumps, and his body was so numb that he was close to Feng Lan.

When they arrived at the apartment, Feng Lan didn't go down, and Xiaowen didn't go down, and it was not early, so they went back to their respective homes.

Before getting out of the car, Feng Lan also confessed, or discussed it with Nan Yanchun.

The agent spoke, and she agreed, so she could only wait for Nan Yanchun to come back to discuss it.

Lu Xiaobei was in the outer hall, planning to wait for Nan Yanchun to come back and talk about this matter first.

But who knows, Nan Yanchun came back surprisingly late this night.

The last time Lu Xiaobei looked at his phone, it was more than two o'clock in the morning.

This time, she tried her best not to let herself fall asleep.

Because, she didn't play the music of Nan Yanchun who was more "sleep-inducing".

It was almost half past two when there was finally movement at the gate.

"So late?" Lu Xiaobei got up to greet him.

"Haven't slept yet?" Nan Yanchun changes his shoes.

"Well, wait for you, tell you something."

“……？”

Lu Xiaobei simply told Nan Yanchun about the situation, saying that their sister Lan still asked them to discuss a title.

Nan Yanchun didn't speak at first, she should be thinking about how to call it, Lu Xiaobei thought so, but after a long time, she thought he had figured it out, but he only said: