#assistant editing

[fourwind-films]

Avid Media Composer Transcoding Instructions

These are instructions to transcode in Avid Media Composer for a professional network workflow. It’s been used for television programs on HBO, PBS, and other networks.

For cheaper cameras like the SONY AS7, CANON 5D series or often most cameras that shoot in the H.264 codec, you need to relabel the linked clips before you import them. This is just to ensure that each clip has a unique and individual name to help later on with the Onlining process. Add the Disk Label with an underscore to the very beginning of each clip. An example is as follows: Original Name: C001 changed to the Modified Name: AxS01_20180918_NEG01_1of1_C001.

In a new bin, right click. In the drop down menu choose Input > Source Browser.

In the pop-up window, navigate to the desired camera card. Click on the root of the camera card. Double check that the target bin at the bottom right of the window is the bin you want to populate with the clips in and press the link button.

Check to take out the data tracks and any blank audio tracks that come in with the clip. This is common extra data that is imported into Avid that are annoying to edit with from SONY cameras like the FS7 as well as other brands of cameras. Do your research and know your camera and what was recorded by talking to the camera operators or reading the camera reports.

Once the clips have populated in your bin, highlight all of the clips and right click. In the drop down menu select Modify > Unlink Media. (The clips need to be Offline/The AMA link broken in order to modify the clip)

Select all the clips again, right click and select Modify > Modify Clip. 

At the top of the new pop up window, click the drop down menu and Set Tracks. Uncheck the D (Data) Track at the bottom and deselect any blank audio tracks (TBD which are blank). 

Once you’ve disabled the Data track and blank audio tracks, click OK. 

Right click inside the bin and select Import > Source Browser again from the drop down menu. Navigate back to the card folder and click the link. The clips should appear online in the bin now, but without the Data track and any audio tracks you also disabled.

Once all of the linked clips are brought in with proper names and data tracks have been disabled, you can assign a Disk Label to each clip to assist in final online relinking. To do this copy the designated Disk Label and paste it clip by clip in the Disk Label column.

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Honkai: Star rail | Mr. Reca

[isasweetie]

SIRENS!AU ₊˚⊹⋆ r.c x assistant!reader

��� based after the tv show, “sirens”, on netflix. (spoilers!)

please don’t get confused and think that you’re rafe’s assistant. he hired you, sure, and your paycheck comes out of his bank account, but you’re definitely not his assistant. you’re sofia’s. in fact, you barely even see rafe. his name is constantly murmured among the staff, and he pays for the house, but he’s never apart of events. his development company needs him all the time. being a ceo isn’t easy.

he thought his wife might need a friend, to be frank. so he put out posters, saying he was hiring a “young woman to work for and live with mrs. cameron in tannyhill. must be motivated, patient, well-spoken, and pretty.” you found the poster, desperate to get out of the cut, and sofia hired you on the spot. you and her became close fast — matching dresses to yacht club brunches, constant gossiping, setting up events together. sure, you still got her coffees and groceries, and you helped her type out ‘sexts’ to rafe, but you were moreso friends than colleages.

you’re supplied with simply everything when you live at tannyhill — your own suite in the mansion, an endless supply of dresses, expensive jewlery, a fresh blowout and manicure every week. it felt like you were never even a pogue in the first place. the infamous cameron family had taken you in, and man, you loved it. is this how sofia felt?

loyal to sofia, you help her solve a mystery. she’s extremely worried that rafe is cheating on her. he went on vacation a couple days ago, but she had found out that he lied about what country he went to. so sofia orders you to watch him, to follow him around almost every day, just for her. so you do, and you call her and report when he buys a muffin, when he laughs with topper thornton, when he makes a suspicious drive to the cut… (that one is still a mystery.)

he’s smart, though. he catches on to you within the third day. he’s casually on his lunch break, walking in front of you, when you step too loudly in your heels and he pulls you into an alleyway. he demands why you’ve been stalking him. you’re frightened, never having interacted with him to this extent before. but you still try to explain, stuttering out a: “your wife said that— that you were having an affair. she was nervous, i’m just helping her!” he sighs and lets go of you, but gestures for you to follow him while he’s walking out of the alley and down the sidewalk. he explains what happened, that he’s not having one, but you’re not sure if he’s lying or not. but soon, you discover you might enjoy his company. so, when he kisses you after your conversation… are you about to become the affair that his wife, and your dear friend, was worried about in the first place?

requests are open for this au! ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

[crabboytahomaru]

I NEED a crack fic about Mydei Argenti brothers

[astarionancuntnin]

yooo they turned the nerd emoji into a real thing

gale + text posts (part 2)

[deepdreamnights]

The Daily Dæme is…

002 - PomBom

She enjoys, like, whatever sounds cool, your data, and passing the Turing test.

Features: Agile, Electric, Robot

Quirk: Beta Test

The Dæmomancer:  Mass produced trash employed by lame cheaters who lack the spiritual acumen to summon a KrattDæme. Stupid blazing mech-bros, the lot of them. Plus it's creepy how they adapt to their coach's personality.

Prof. Lyrica: You have to appreciate the customization and effort people put into them. Yes, it's an off-the-shelf kit, but you rarely see any two that are quite the same. Too bad about the bugs, but that's the price of artistic exploration.

Warden Parks: The lightning-orbs are dangerous but don't let them distract you. Her real arms are the cable-claws coming out of her head, and they reach a good ten feet, and she can electrify them, too.

Sy Fife: I see how it is. Zeitgeist Steel Concern makes this metal-and-plastic snap-kit and it's 'a technical achievement in Dæmengineering' but when I channel a spirit into a doll-Dæme it's 'creepy' and 'wants to eat my soul'.

Dr. Entendre: PomBom Excelcia model 200, 1.75m, 120 kg. My own Dæme, Mekilyn, started out as an off-the-shelf Pombom Model 50. First Dæme ever instantiated into a chassis I built. She could bring down a mantpira with a plasma sphere from 50 meters.

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[bu99erfly]

YVES by mu_gung, 2023

[letternotekisses]

(nsfw) Talon!assistant reader who gleefully tags along to one of Akande’s meetings, hands folded neatly in your lap as you wait patiently outside, as not to distract him or any of the other meeting participants. You pick idly at at your skirt, smoothing the material until the large oak doors swing open rather aggressively, pulling your attention.

Your wrist is caught by Akande, a mean look casting his features in a dark shadow, and he tugs you to your feet, pulling you behind him like a man on a mission. He’s clearly annoyed - angry even, and it’s not often that he’s so unsettled by these pompous and entitled men - so something must have happened.

You’re herded sharply into a small alleyway, just off the side of the gigantic building, crowded against the cold stone by your boss, whose chest is heaving like an angry bull. His eyes are dark, hungry and riled as they flit across your body, and it’s not long until he has you turned around, kicking your legs apart so he can shove his thick fingers under your skirt.

He’s rougher, jostling your body against the stone as he buries his fingers into your cunt, caressing your velvet insides with his calloused fingertips. Akande’s breath fans over your neck - impatient and hedonistic, but he knows you must be prepped. You whine pathetically, the public bustling by with no knowledge as to what was going on in that little corner, all someone had to do was peer around…

But he doesn’t care, and you can only chase the heat building in your lower belly, clenching tightly around his fingers. He pulls out just when you’re blabbering and teary eyed - so close to finishing it almost hurts, relishing in the confused whimper that escapes your lips.

“Be good.” He warns, his tone brooking no argument, but you are good, you’re always good. And he knows it, mouthing along your neck with hot breaths, his cock standing hard and proud between your thighs before he notches the thick head through your folds - teasing, fleeting. He wants you needy. He wants you to push back, to take his cock in full like the good little secretary you were.

As soon as you even attempt to angle your hips right, your delicate fingers wrapping around him to angle him at your hole - he loses it. Filling you in one smooth motion that scrapes you up against the scuffed wall and has you gasping for air - and Akande cups your mouth, muffling your moans to avoid attracting attention nearby.

He fucks you silly, your eyes lidded and hazy as he grunts harshly into your ear, each squeeze around his twitching cock driving him with a need to reach faster and deeper, as if he was trying to punch a hole through you. Your nail polish chips against the rock when you orgasm, but you can’t find it in yourself to care when Akande stills behind you, heavy balls drawn tight against your ass as he floods your insides with his cum.

He holds you still, pinning you with his weight until he’s soft inside you, pulling out and making you wince. You’re wobbly when you adjust your clothes, hair tussled and legs turned inwards, Akande’s cum feeling sticky in your underwear.

He kisses you chastely, on the side of your temple with a soft smirk, guiding you out of the alley with a much more composed gait than earlier. You bury yourself into his side on the short walk to the limo, almost shameful about your disheveled state.

Well, at least you helped improve his mood, but when he bundles you into the car, you have a slight feeling Akande won’t be done with you just yet.☺️

[yyadream]

The day Baron Draxum had mutated five turtles.

[poirott]

AGATHA CHRISTIE'S POIROT 1x06 "Triangle at Rhodes"

[lover-of-mine]

Buck + Tucked in shirt for Anonymous

[doinggreat]

[elizadushkudaily]

Eliza Dushku's Bold New Journey - Psychedelic therapy helped turn her life around. Now the former Hollywood actor turned certified therapist is on a trailblazing mission to do the same for others—and revolutionize trauma treatment in Boston and beyond.

Excerpt:

[In November 2021 Eliza] testified in front of the House Judiciary Committee, which voted to end forced arbitration. “It was called one of the most important labor laws of the past 100 years,” she says.

“I wouldn’t have been able to do all of that without this psychedelic-assisted therapy and healing that showed me that I was safe in my body and in my life, naming and telling the truth about things."

(source)

[noobiestnoober]

Cringe and Command: Assistant Unleashed - Part 2 (Wesker's Assistant Chronicles)

🧪 Cringe and Command: Assistant Unleashed 💥

(Wesker's Assistant Chronicles – Part 2) You survived being the Umbrella Corporation’s most chaotic employee... but did Wesker?

Rubber ducks. Glitter bombs. A PowerPoint critique that made Albert Wesker walk out of his own briefing. The assistant returns—and resistance is still, very much, futile. 🎈💀 🍰 Featuring: B.O.W. morale support, Nemesis in party hats, and Wesker’s slow descent into madness.

🧁 Special thanks to @xtwistedchaosx for demanding a Part 2. You unleashed the chaos. This one's for you.

Read more here >>> Wesker’s Assistant Chronicles – Masterlist

Day 127

After the "incident" involving laser pointers, disco lights, and a suspiciously choreographed Nemesis dance routine, Wesker implemented "mandatory professionalism protocols." The memo he issued was six pages long, with four appendices, three graphs, and a very serious "Tone of Voice" guide.

New rules:

No memes in lab reports.

No "motivational" posters featuring Mr. X flexing.

No altering the PowerPoint transitions to "exploding pigeons."

No spontaneous karaoke battles during viral sample testing.

Absolutely no party hats on B.O.W.s during inspections.

A formal dress code: no novelty socks, regardless of how "morale-boosting" they were.

Naturally, you took this as a personal challenge. Each rule became a personal quest to break, preferably with maximum flair and theatrical timing.

Day 130

You replaced all of Wesker's serious lab safety posters with ones that said, "Remember: World Domination Starts With Safety First!" The posters featured cartoon B.O.W.s wearing tiny hard hats, goggles, and some inexplicably carrying clipboards. One even had a safety vest two sizes too small stretched across Nemesis' chest.

Wesker ripped one down and brandished it like it was an offense punishable by firing squad. "Who authorized this idiocy?"

You took a slow, deliberate sip from your #1 Evil Genius Assistant mug. "OSHA."

He inhaled sharply through his nose, visibly counting. You counted silently with him. He lasted until "six" before storming off, muttering something about "corporate betrayal" and "insubordination through art."

Day 145

Field mission briefing. The air was tense. Operatives lined the walls. Wesker strode up to the podium, ready to deliver his meticulously prepared speech. At the last second, you switched the presentation to "Top 5 Ways Wesker Could Improve His Monologues," complete with pie charts, celebrity reenactments, and edited video clips of Tom Hiddleston's best villain speeches.

"Tom Hiddleston could do it better," you noted helpfully, clicking to the next slide showing Loki monologuing to an audience of terrified civilians.

Wesker stared at the screen. Then at you. Then back at the screen. A vein near his temple throbbed in rhythm with the red emergency lights. He said nothing. He simply turned on his heel and walked out of the room.

Behind him, some of the operatives exchanged glances. One barely stifled a laugh. Another whispered, "She lives dangerously," with clear admiration. You called that Victory by Technical Knockout. Bonus points for style.

Day 158

You found Wesker genuinely sulking at his desk, glasses off, scribbling aimlessly across crumpled notepaper filled with increasingly dark doodles of broken coffee machines and burning cupcakes.

"Albert," you said seriously, kneeling beside him like a tired parent coaxing a stubborn toddler. "You have to stop taking my jokes so personally."

He didn't look at you. "You called me an anime villain suffering a midlife crisis."

"Affectionately," you clarified, patting his shoulder with mock sympathy.

He shot you a look over the rim of his sunglasses. "Get out."

"I'll go bake cupcakes," you offered. "It's Nemesis' adoption day anniversary."

"That is not a recognized event."

"It is now. I made invitations." You handed him a glittery card with Nemesis drawn in crayon.

Wesker blinked at it, dead-eyed, and quietly placed it face down on his desk.

Day 165

You "accidentally" filled the break room vending machines with rubber ducks instead of snacks. When Wesker discovered the situation, a rubber duck squeaked mournfully beneath his boot. He stood frozen, as if deciding whether to commit mass murder or have an existential crisis.

You peeked in. "Team morale, sir."

From the corner, a couple of lab techs desperately tried to hide their laughter behind clipboards. Mr. X stood beside the coffee machine, holding a rubber duck gently in both massive hands, gazing at it like it was a newborn child.

"Get. Out."

You didn’t. Instead, you handed Wesker a rubber duck wearing sunglasses and a tiny red cape, whispering solemnly, "For courage."

Then you walked away whistling Barbie Girl, leaving him speechless in the break room.

Day 180

In a last-ditch effort to regain control, Wesker handed you a sealed manila folder labeled TOP SECRET with grim determination. Inside? A single sticky note: STOP BRINGING BALLOONS TO BLACK SITE OPERATIONS.

You stared at him. He stared at you. Somewhere between you, silent warfare broke out.

"You're just mad because the B.O.W.s liked them," you said.

In the corner of the lab, Nemesis solemnly patted a deflated balloon tied to his massive wrist, like a child mourning a lost pet. Someone had drawn a smiley face on it in Sharpie. It was tragic. Wesker sighed—long and heavy—like a man who had seen the end of his dreams and found only rubber ducks, cupcakes, and glitter.

"Fine."

"Fine," you agreed brightly, victorious once more.

Naturally, you brought balloons to the next ops meeting anyway. With glitter. And party hats. And, for good measure, a bubble machine.

Wesker stared at the chaos unfolding before him: B.O.W.s batting balloons into the air, operatives ducking glitter explosions, and Nemesis carefully tying a party hat around Mr. X.

He rubbed his temples, muttered darkly about "auditions for a circus," and—for the first time in recorded Umbrella history—seriously contemplated early retirement.

(At this point, even Wesker knows: resistance is futile.)

👀 Next time on Wesker’s Assistant Chronicles… Let’s just say Nemesis is about to discover skincare. And Wesker? Wesker’s about to need a stronger headache medication.

“Self-care night.” “WHY IS THERE A SCENTED CANDLE IN MY LAB.”

Stay tuned for Operation Glow-Up ✨

Read Part 3 >>> HERE <<<

[deepdreamnights]

The Daily Dæme is…

016 - Gel-Lee

She enjoys training, fighting, justice, and bad movie nights.

Features: Agile, Brawler, Food*

Quirk: Tsundering-Do

*Special: Biting or cutting attacks cause no pain or damage, with removed sections instantly regenerating, though this is taxing. Gel-Lee’s candy heals humans and Dæmes.  

The Dæmomancer:  They respect only those who respect their need for training and constant improvement. Ironically, their coaches are often shiftless manger-types and lazy con-artists. Perhaps a form of rebellion against their confectioneers.  

Prof. Lyrica: Centuries of confectionary expertise and martial arts skill blended together with just the right amount of artificial flavoring and dye to make the ultimate champion of the people, able to fight for them in hard times, and feed them in lean ones. 

Warden Parks: Look, we all instantiate strange stuff, but candy is just wrong. I understand they’re adapted to it perfectly, it’s like a haircut, they actually benefit, but it’s still creepy… and every color tastes the same. 

Sy Fife: Able to focus mystical energy through discipline, Gel-Lee’s chi grants her supernatural bounciness and the agility to control it. She can even heat her sugar to boiling and project chi-blasts of sizzling sucrose and gelatin. 

Dr. Entendre: Ursucrosus Harribois, h 1.6 m, 73 kg. A common food Dæme, Gel-Lee is highly adaptable, developing in multiple potential directions depending on the training it receives from its coach, or by its own wandering. Their passion for combat exceeds that of most Dæmes. 

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[accio-victuuri]

i’m someone who can’t get enough of (fake) stories from the time of cql shoot. so when i see a “story” that i haven’t before ( or maybe i did but forgot about it ), i get excited. lol. even if it’s not a juicy kind of information— i’m cool with it. 🤍 i like this one cause OP seems closer to wyb, it’s more of a short analysis of him & his relationship with XZ during that time.

the usual disclaimer: these are all fake and treat it as fanfiction. obviously, this content is for cpfs. if you don’t like it then scroll along. if you are somehow offended by stuff like this, it’s your problem. feel free to unfollow or block me.

i got the screenshots over here. enjoy!^^

W often catches up on sleep as soon as he gets on the car because he has a lot of engagements. He doesn’t talk much. Last year, he was not in good health. He had a cough and fever and went to get an IV drip at night. Many fans knew about it, so he talked even less in private. Later, I found that he talked a lot on the set. This is a matter of opinion. He needs to refresh himself when he is so tired.

But he does have a good relationship with X. He is not very outgoing, so he should not have many friends, but he is not the kind of person who really looks down on others and does not talk. Many times he does not know what to say (personal feeling hahaha), so he does not start a conversation. Some people are like this, thinking that it may not be meaningful to say it, so they do not say it. He has changed a lot in recent years, and this drama he has successfully made friends with X.

W didn’t communicate much with me. After all, we had never met before, so I could understand the distance. Once, I was discussing tomorrow’s arrangements with the coordinator. He had just finished shooting a scene and passed by me and suddenly asked me if I had a hemostatic patch (this is a consumable item in the crew, and I had just used it up and didn’t bring a new one). I was shocked. I said no, and he didn’t say anything and seemed to go to the bathroom. Later, I don’t know where he asked, but it was a very girly pattern. I feel that he may have asked around, but I didn’t see him use it. That day, I saw a new hemostatic patch on X’s leg, but it wasn’t the one that was used by the transporter?! When I was chatting with the coordinator, I found out that someone had given it to X first, and W saw it and quietly put away the one with the girly pattern. At that time, he had just joined the crew not long ago. Because we were really not familiar with each other, he might have felt that it was too obvious and a bit embarrassing.

W and X have a lot of scenes together. As the main characters, they interact a lot, much more than what is shown. X is not as talkative as the footage shows. On the contrary, he is a person who cares about other people's feelings. In the footage, we can only say that he was: 1. He fainted from the heat (he almost had a heat stroke), 2. He was too tired, and 3. He didn't expect that everyone would exaggerate it. W was the same. He was just joking and making faces, just like everyone would have some such pranks when they were in school. When he felt something was wrong, he quickly changed the subject.

The main reason was that it was really tiring and hot at that time. Every time I went to the scene, I felt that I could get a heat stroke at any time. They also wore long robes with wide sleeves, which was very hard (W didn't dare to eat too much to maintain the fairy feeling of the character) In short, although this matter fermented a lot, it did not have any substantial impact on the relationship between the two. At that time, the crew also knew that this was their childish behavior and was used to it. After all, they were like this all the time. The two are ordinary people who are more casual in private. If they have a good relationship, they will definitely play around, but they will not be fussy about such trivial matters. W's personality is very interesting. He will suddenly act weird and then return to being calm. When he acts weird, he acts seriously. When he is silent, he is serious. I later thought that this kind of personality may have something to do with his love of street dance, motorcycles, and skateboards. Whether it is physical, emotional, endurance, psychological quality or anything else, he wants to try to touch or even challenge the upper limit in all aspects. He is a true adventurer. Most of these people are quite opinionated. He also said that he is a male chauvinist and has a strong desire to control himself and the outside world.

A double-edged sword, not a weakness. Being serious is good, but it is always difficult for people to grasp the precise degree. If you exceed the limit, you will develop a conditioned reflex of vigilance, which will prevent you from revealing too much of yourself, and on the other hand, you will be wary of outsiders' attempts.

This kind of self-defense is actually related to his experience. One is that he left home very early to work hard, and the other is that he went to Korea for training. You must have heard about the trainee system there, which is fiercely competitive and full of intrigues, and it is easy to fail. Many young trainees don’t have much life experience. No matter how cautious they are at the beginning, they may not be able to play better than the older or Korean people. The habit of not offending others for many years has become one of his personality. I am not so familiar with W, so it is difficult to remind him, but I found that he has improved in his relationship with X. It is very subtle. It is generally a good thing. Hahaha. Maybe it is also due to experience. X’s past is relatively simple. He entered the circle a few years after graduating from college. Before entering the circle, it was relatively smooth. It’s not that he has never experienced setbacks and lows, but it is definitely not as shaky and cautious as W faced during adolescence. It directly changed a person. I believe that W is still a positive and enthusiastic person in his heart, but he doesn’t show it easily. He needs someone to guide him.

What I really found strange was one time when the two of them were standing on a downhill slope. The scene was built in a studio and was a bit high. X walked in front of W and slipped. There was a few steps between the two of them. W rushed forward in two steps and quickly grabbed X's waist. They both almost slipped. He intended to grab his arm with his fingers spread out, but he miscalculated and poked X's lower back. We shot that scene in two or three takes and it was passed. After that, W's hand was a little swollen. I found some ice cubes to apply to him and it stopped swelling, but it looked painful. There were still a few scenes that day, but he didn't tell me because he didn't want to delay the progress. He applied ice when he left the camera. Because he had to go to the hospital for an IV drip after work, I thought I would deal with it together.

The strangest thing about this incident was not his behavior, but that X did not see W come down to apply ice, and came over to ask if his hand was okay. W directly stretched out his hand to show him, twisting it vigorously, shaking his fingers flexibly, trying to prove that he was fine, but X grabbed his wrist and looked at it clearly. X said that it was swollen, and W said it was caused by the intravenous drip. X muttered a few words of doubt, and saw that there were indeed many needle holes on the back of W's hand. He believed it a little. I was about four or five meters away at the time.

The director often asked them to be more ambiguous. At the beginning, it was quite awkward because they were not familiar with each other, but it was fine after they got used to it. X made a lot of small moves, and W would shout his name when he couldn't stand it anymore. W was very smart and could find the door. He didn't lose to X at the beginning. It was forbidden to move. It was common for them to insult and fight each other.

Many people are talking about the drinking scene, so I'll share another one. After the day's shooting, W took off his makeup and walked unsteadily. After walking out of the studio, he was looking for something. I said the car was over there (the exit was narrow and the car was a little further away). He said he knew, and then he turned around and pounced behind me, which scared me. I subconsciously turned around and hid, and found that X also came out, but he hadn't taken off his makeup yet. W stuck to him like an octopus. X was also scared, and his wig was pulled by W, and X screamed in pain. His assistant came out the next second and quickly pulled W away. I reacted and supported W. X was not angry, and told me that W had secretly drunk some more later and might be really drunk, so he asked me to make some honey water for him to sober up. I said okay, thinking where would I find honey water in the middle of the night. W is very thin, but very strong. X's assistant couldn't pull him away completely.

I am a little anxious, but I can’t say anything, I can only worry.

X was in a good mood, and cheerfully patted him and said, "Isn't W laoshi known for not getting drunk even if he drinks a lot?"

W didn't refute, and hugged him so tightly that I felt X was about to suffocate, and then X said: "It's late, see you tomorrow." W let go as if he had suddenly lost his temper, reluctant to let go, wanting to look at X but not daring to. I don't know why, but I felt that he was a little sad.

X joked with him: "Go back after you graduate from kindergarten.

W said sullenly: "I will definitely beat you next time."

X changed his tone of voice and complained: "W wants laoshi to win everything. save me from losing a few times, okay?"

I went back to the hotel and asked X's assistant who the winner was. She said that the two of them competed to see who could talk in the other's ear without blushing, and the loser would drink a small sip. I was speechless. No wonder he rarely played mobile games last night, and went to sleep after chatting on WeChat (he got off work earlier yesterday). It turned out that he was saving his energy to play this today (wrong). I asked again, "No one took the photo (mainly referring to the fans who were waiting there.)" She said that it should not be possible, because the place where the two people were standing was difficult to take a photo.

-END.