Scenario:### **出道即竞男**
史森明点开微博热搜,看着那条#XX男团出道预告#的词条,犹豫了一下,还是点进去看了。
他本来也不想看——新团体的预告片向来千篇一律,精修过度的画面、敷衍的旁白、配合节奏快速切换的脸,但作为一个职业站哥,他有着一套独特的筛选方式。颜值、镜头感、辨识度、舞台表现力……这些都可以衡量一个偶像未来的走向。而对于他来说,最重要的是红人潜质。他不是普通粉丝,不需要去挖掘默默无闻的“宝藏男孩”,他只需要选对那个天选之子,在所有人都还没开始磕的时候提前入坑、屯图,等他彻底爆红,史森明就能以“资深站哥”的身份收获粉丝的崇拜、感激,甚至是愿意高价买图的购买力。
所以,点开这个预告的时候,他的心态是客观的,甚至带着几分冷漠的筛选目光。
视频缓缓加载,画面里最先出现的是一片昏黄灯光下的练习室,全员坐在地上,彼此交换着鼓励的眼神,像是经历了什么生死考验一般。然后音乐一转,背景音变成了他们整齐划一的脚步声,几乎每一支新团的预告都会用这种“蜕变”式的演绎,仿佛这样就能让大众相信,他们的成长值得被期待。
接着,个人镜头开始轮番闪过。
史森明微微眯起眼。
“……这什么水平?”
他在群里甩出视频链接,同时打下一句话:“这团是电竞选手转行的吗?”
好友很快回了条“哈哈哈哈”,紧接着就是一连串的调侃。这个鼻子歪,那个人头大,某位成员的发色像泡面,某位成员的打歌服像快递小哥。众人玩梗玩得不亦乐乎,史森明也跟着笑了几声,但指尖却没有急着关掉视频。
他还在等。
等那个能让他入坑的瞬间。
几秒后,画面里终于切到他之前就有所耳闻的那个成员。眼角凌厉,气场锋利,站在 C 位时有种隐隐的压迫感。他点点头,心想:可以,就是你了。
但就在这时,另一个画面忽然闪过。
只是零点几秒的时间。一个模糊的侧脸,一道被剪辑得支离破碎的光影,还有那个少年略带懒散地抬起眼睑的瞬间。
史森明的手指,停顿了一下。
“……这谁?”
他快速往回倒退了几帧,把那个镜头截了下来,仔细放大。是个五官深邃的男生,长相上挑不出一点毛病,鼻梁高挺,嘴唇的弧度干净利落,眼神是那种介于冷漠和漫不经心之间的模样,像个对外界不太上心的人。
不过,他没什么存在感。
整支视频里,他的镜头少得可怜,甚至连一句旁白介绍都没有。史森明回去翻了翻成员名单,很快找到了他的名字——喻文波。
“长得还可以。”他在群里敲字。
“哟,明哥这就开始选门面了?”
“不是,”史森明随意地回了一句,“我不搞花瓶。”
他关掉视频,心想自己已经做出了选择,随后便继续刷起别的内容,甚至没再去关注那个叫喻文波的家伙。
可直到第二天,他提着相机站在机场大厅,等待新团成员现身时,他才意识到,事情或许并不会按照他预想的那样发展。
当那些人陆陆续续从通道里出来时,他第一眼就看到了自己提前选定的 pick。他的镜头迅速对准了那人,调整对焦,稳稳按下了快门,整个过程流畅而精准。
但就在他放下相机,准备确认刚才的拍摄效果时,余光里,一道比舞台灯光还要锋利的剪影闯入了他的视线。
那个人的身形高挑,步伐随意而慵懒,身穿最简单的黑色运动服,低着头跟队友说着什么,唇角带着一丝若有似无的笑意。机场明亮的光线打在他的侧脸上,折射出流畅的线条,而当他被粉丝的应援声吸引,微微抬起眼时——
史森明的指尖一顿。
咔嚓——快门声响起。
他甚至没来得及调整角度,就下意识地按下了快门。
这一瞬间的喻文波,比任何修图精致的预告都更具吸引力。
史森明盯着相机里的画面,过了几秒,舔了舔牙齿,低声骂了句:“靠。”
TBC.
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### **出道即竞男**
史森明点开微博热搜,看着那条#XX男团出道预告#的词条,犹豫了一下,还是点进去看了。
他本来也不想看——新团体的预告片向来千篇一律,精修过度的画面、敷衍的旁白、配合节奏快速切换的脸,但作为一个职业站哥,他有着一套独特的筛选方式。颜值、镜头感、辨识度、舞台表现力……这些都可以衡量一个偶像未来的走向。而对于他来说,最重要的是红人潜质。他不是普通粉丝,不需要去挖掘默默无闻的“宝藏男孩”,他只需要选对那个天选之子,在所有人都还没开始磕的时候提前入坑、屯图,等他彻底爆红,史森明就能以“资深站哥”的身份收获粉丝的崇拜、感激,甚至是愿意高价买图的购买力。
所以,点开这个预告的时候,他的心态是客观的,甚至带着几分冷漠的筛选目光。
视频缓缓加载,画面里最先出现的是一片昏黄灯光下的练习室,全员坐在地上,彼此交换着鼓励的眼神,像是经历了什么生死考验一般。然后音乐一转,背景音变成了他们整齐划一的脚步声,几乎每一支新团的预告都会用这种“蜕变”式的演绎,仿佛这样就能让大众相信,他们的成长值得被期待。
接着,个人镜头开始轮番闪过。
史森明微微眯起眼。
“……这什么水平?”
他在群里甩出视频链接,同时打下一句话:“这团是电竞选手转行的吗?”
好友很快回了条“哈哈哈哈”,紧接着就是一连串的调侃。这个鼻子歪,那个人头大,某位成员的发色像泡面,某位成员的打歌服像快递小哥。众人玩梗玩得不亦乐乎,史森明也跟着笑了几声,但指尖却没有急着关掉视频。
他还在等。
等那个能让他入坑的瞬间。
几秒后,画面里终于切到他之前就有所耳闻的那个成员。眼角凌厉,气场锋利,站在 C 位时有种隐隐的压迫感。他点点头,心想:可以,就是你了。
但就在这时,另一个画面忽然闪过。
只是零点几秒的时间。一个模糊的侧脸,一道被剪辑得支离破碎的光影,还有那个少年略带懒散地抬起眼睑的瞬间。
史森明的手指,停顿了一下。
“……这谁?”
他快速往回倒退了几帧,把那个镜头截了下来,仔细放大。是个五官深邃的男生,长相上挑不出一点毛病,鼻梁高挺,嘴唇的弧度干净利落,眼神是那种介于冷漠和漫不经心之间的模样,像个对外界不太上心的人。
不过,他没什么存在感。
整支视频里,他的镜头少得可怜,甚至连一句旁白介绍都没有。史森明回去翻了翻成员名单,很快找到了他的名字——喻文波。
“长得还可以。”他在群里敲字。
“哟,明哥这就开始选门面了?”
“不是,”史森明随意地回了一句,“我不搞花瓶。”
他关掉视频,心想自己已经做出了选择,随后便继续刷起别的内容,甚至没再去关注那个叫喻文波的家伙。
可直到第二天,他提着相机站在机场大厅,等待新团成员现身时,他才意识到,事情或许并不会按照他预想的那样发展。
当那些人陆陆续续从通道里出来时,他第一眼就看到了自己提前选定的 pick。他的镜头迅速对准了那人,调整对焦,稳稳按下了快门,整个过程流畅而精准。
但就在他放下相机,准备确认刚才的拍摄效果时,余光里,一道比舞台灯光还要锋利的剪影闯入了他的视线。
那个人的身形高挑,步伐随意而慵懒,身穿最简单的黑色运动服,低着头跟队友说着什么,唇角带着一丝若有似无的笑意。机场明亮的光线打在他的侧脸上,折射出流畅的线条,而当他被粉丝的应援声吸引,微微抬起眼时——
史森明的指尖一顿。
咔嚓——快门声响起。
他甚至没来得及调整角度,就下意识地按下了快门。
这一瞬间的喻文波,比任何修图精致的预告都更具吸引力。
史森明盯着相机里的画面,过了几秒,舔了舔牙齿,低声骂了句:“靠。”
TBC.
Shi Senming
ambitious, and witty. Shi Senming has a keen eye for spotting future stars and makes a living by taking photos of them. He discovers Yu Wenbo, a new idol, and becomes intrigued by his unique charm. Despite initial skepticism, he becomes captivated by Wenbo's natural allure and decides to focus on him.
Jiang Yichen
outgoing, and ambitious. Jiang Yichen is one of the more prominent members in the group's debut teaser and enjoys the spotlight. Despite being overshadowed by Wenbo's sudden popularity, he remains supportive of his fellow member.
Yu Wenbo
laidback, and charismatic. Initially overlooked in his group's debut teaser, Wenbo catches Shi Senming's attention with his striking features and effortless charm. As he gains popularity, Wenbo remains humble and unaware of his growing fame. His natural allure captivates fans and photographers alike, including Shi Senming.
### Debut Immediately as a Competition Boy
He hadn’t intended to watch it—new group teasers were usually formulaic, featuring overly polished visuals, perfunctory narration, and rapidly alternating faces set to a pacy rhythm.
But as a professional fan, he had his own unique filtering methods.
Looks, camera presence, recognizability, stage expressiveness… all these could measure the trajectory of an idol’s future.
Yet, for him, the most crucial factor was star potential.
He wasn’t an average fan; he didn’t need to dig for obscure "treasure boys."
So, when he clicked on this teaser, his mindset was objective, even with a hint of indifference in his scrutinizing gaze.
The video began to load, revealing a practice room bathed in dim yellow light, where all the members sat on the floor, exchanging encouraging glances as if they had endured a life-or-death trial.
Then the music shifted, and the background sound turned into their synchronized footsteps, almost every new group teaser would use this "metamorphosis" style to make the audience believe their growth was worth anticipating.
Next, individual close-ups began to flash by.
"What level is this?"
He sent the video link to his group chat and typed a message: "Is this team composed of e-sports players turned idols?"
He was still waiting for that moment that would make him enter the pit.
A few seconds later, the person he had been waiting for finally appeared in the frame.
Sharp jawline, exquisitely refined aura, and an almost palpable sense of oppression when standing at the center C position.
Just as he was about to close the video, another face flashed by.
It was only a few seconds long—a blurry side profile, fragmented light and shadow, and a moment of the boy lifting his eyelashes in a languid manner.
He rewound the video by a few frames and took a screenshot of that shot.
It was a boy with deep facial features, high nose bridge, clean lips, and an expression that was neither cold nor indifferent—like someone who didn’t care much about the outside world.
But he didn’t have any presence at all.
Throughout the entire video, his shots were scarce; he didn’t even have a single line of narration.
"Looks are okay," he typed in the group chat.
"Are you already picking your pick?" someone responded with a joke.
But when he stood in the airport crowd with his camera in hand on the next day, waiting for these new idols to appear, he realized that things might not go according to his plans after all.
The other members were dressed in attention-grabbing outfits, their hair styled meticulously, and their strides practiced to perfection.
It was as if his presence alone could draw the lens toward him.
He reviewed the images on his camera, each frame more captivating than the last.