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  “Haoshuai, right?” The woman with the ponytail nodded. “I’ll remember you.”

  “Remembering my name is useless,” Jiang g raised his head and said seriously, “You o remember my number. I’m Number 49 in the high-level group.”

  The woman then introduced herself. Her name was Yu Wen, and she was an expert in iional retions.

  Acc to her, she had been traveling abroad for years and didn’t expect to be caught in a nightmare as soon as she returo the try.

  This was her fourth mission.

  Soon, the timid voice of the woman in pajamas came through. Her name was Zhang Yinyin, an intern kindergarten teacher who hadn’t yet officially started her job.

  Finally, there was another man with a camera. He, along with Zhou Taifu, was one of the two newers in this group.

  His ill-fitting shirt and straight bangs made him look rather dull.

  “Hello, everyone,” he introduced himself. “I’m Long Tao, and I work as ara in a film crew.”

  Now, only the fat guy was left.

  Just as the fat guy was about to introduce himself fidently, Jiang g suddenly interrupted, “His situation is a bit special. He doesn’t have a name because...” He pursed his lips, his eyes filled with sadness, “He’s an orphan.”

  “Has he been without parents since childhood?” Zhang Yinyin’s face was full of pity. “That’s so sad.”

  “Just call him Fatty,” Jiang g suggested. “That’s what everyo the orphanage called him.”

  Fatty: “...”

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

  Every now and theifully dressed girls passed by, going in and out of the building.

  “This is the pce,” Zhen Jianren said, pulling back his gaze. “Let’s go in.”

  The inside was even bigger than Jiang g had imagined. On both sides of the hallway were s, and from some of them, sounds of singing and musical instruments could be heard.

  Although there was aor, everyone silently agreed to ig and chose to take the stairs on the right.

  The rge musi was located at the end of the fourth-floor corridor. As they approached, a woman in high heels came running up to them.

  She looked to be in her early thirties, wearing light makeup. She asked, “Are you the photographers?”

  Upon receiving firmation, the womahed a sigh of relief.

  In the following versation, the woman expihat she had been arranged by the director to meet with the photography team.

  Today was the first rehearsal.

  Yu Wen, after some thought, asked, “How many rehearsals are there before the celebration?”

  “Three,” the woman replied suctly.

  “Whe start?”

  “Right now,” the woman said, leading them into the musi.

  Though called a musi, it looked more like an auditorium.

  Uhe spotlight was a choir stand, already filled with students in es.

  People were moving around, adjusting the lighting and various equipment.

  It was clear that the school was taking this anniversary celebration very seriously.

  Ohey learned Jiang g and his team were the photographers for the rehearsal, some student anizers immediately brought over a few bottles of water. “Teachers, please have some water!”

  Everyone politely deed, but after refusing three times, the students insisted. Seeing more and more students gathering, the group had no choice but to each take a bottle.

  Uedly, these students were persistent and insisted on watg them drink the water before dispersing.

  “Teachers,” the woman in charge of the coordination came back after speaking with the staff on-site. She waved to them, saying, “We’re ready.”

  Jiang g and the others had already set up their cameras.

  The position was chosen by Long Tao.

  After all, he worked in the film crew and knew more about filming thahers.

  “We o record fments during this rehearsal,” the woman said politely, tidying her hair as she tinued, “The first three are choir performances by three different csses, and the st one is a bined performance by all three csses.”

  “Got it,” Jiang g replied. “Let’s get started.”

  After returning to his position, Jiang g took out another camera from the bag, the ohat had been stored at the equipmeer.

  Fatty noticed and asked, puzzled, “Why are you using that?”

  This camera’s lens had gotten foggy. Although it could still shoot, the quality of the images would be affected.

  “Better to use it than leave it idle,” Jiang g said as he turned on the camera and began taking shots of the choir stand from various angles, looking quite focused.

  To Fatty’s surprise, both Zhen Jianren and Yu Wen walked over when they saw Jiang g with the camera.

  Jiang g stretched his shoulders, looked up, and waved the camera at Zhen Jianren. “Wanna give it a try?”

  Zhen Jiaepped back but kept his attention on him.

  The first css’s choir performanded quickly, and they left the stage in an orderly fashion.

  The css of students began to take their pces.

  Sihe camera was on a tripod, Jiang g didn’t have to hold it the eime.

  He aimed the lens at the choir stand and began the students.

  They were dressed in uniforms: white tops and blue skirts with trasting colors.

  There were ribbon bows decorating the colrs and sleeves.

  The tailored, slim-fit design highlighted the girls' slender waists, and the lotus-like skirts plemeheir cssic British schoolgirl aesthetic.

  Jiang g’s gaze swept across the students one by one, occasionally meeting their eyes.

  The difference was that the girls would quickly look away, while Jiang g remained carefree, not showing the slightest bit of restraint.

  As the sed group of students left the stage, Fatty quietly leaned over and whispered, “What are you up to?”

  Jiang g, displeased, retorted, “Don’t talk nonsense. If a ghost hears that, what kind of mess would that be?”

  Fatty: “...I really admire how you still joke around at a time like this.”

  Without looking at him, Jiang g simply said, “I don’t think the NPC would ruin our equipment for no reason, so I suspeething’s off.”

  Fatty was startled. “What could be wrong?”

  “Not sure yet,” Jiang g g him, his tone serious. “Don’t worry about me. Keep an eye oher camera and make sure no one messes with it.”

  Fatty nodded. “Got it.”

  Soon, the third group of students fiheir performance.

  The final bined choir performance was about to begin.

  At that moment, Long Tao, who was in charge of filming, frowned. He clutched his stomach, his expression turning pained.

  Luo Yi, who had been watg the camera, was the first to notiething was wrong and asked, “What’s wrong?”

  “I...I have a stomachache,” Long Tao said, looking distressed.

  Zhou Taifu g the choir stand in the dista was full of people, and some were still moving around, holding different-colored cables or equipment, making final adjustments.

  “’t you hold it in?” Zhou Taifu asked, a bit ahe pce gave him an uneasy feeling.

  Everyone looked perfectly normal, but there was something off about this normalcy. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.

  “We’ll leave as soon as we finish filming!”

  “I’m afraid I ’t,” Long Tao was trembling, cold spearing on his face. “It hurts too much.”

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