Li Ze lost his job after graduation. Majoring in screenwriting, I submitted thirty-seven resumes and have read them thirty-seven times. The air conditioner in the rental house was broken and there was a crack in the ceiling. He picked up his cell phone to take videos and deleted 46 of them. Article 47, he said: "My name is Li Ze, I am a graduate who cannot find a job." This article became popular.
Zhao Xiaoqing was pushed online by street photographers. On the way back to the dormitory, someone took a picture of my profile and received 500,000 likes in 24 hours. Some people in private messages said they wanted to be her, and one person said, "I never dare to take off my mask." She replied "You are good-looking", but the other party said "You don't understand". She couldn't forget these words.
Wang Yan's right hand was disabled. He used to be a professional e-sports player, but suffered a nervous breakdown in a car accident. The old lady at the rehabilitation center was still smiling after having a stroke, but he couldn't smile. He recorded it for forty-seven seconds, with his hands shaking as he raised his hands, and the title was "Day One."
Three people met on a short video platform and found the same question: after being seen, are you still you?
Li Ze signed a contract with the company and was packaged as a "down-and-out talent." His data was good, but he felt dirty. Zhao Xiaoqing was asked to add filters and comparisons, and the number of views increased. She remembered what she had said - "I want to figure out who we are apart from this face." Wang Yan's traffic dropped, and the system asked him to do something exciting. He tried it once and deleted it.
They were later scolded, cried, and almost gave up. But everyone finds that moment—not the moment chosen by the algorithm, the moment when they don't have to act anymore.
