To say that the quality of the 8888 wig is good, even if you look at it up close, it can be confused with the real one. The makeup artist brushed two layers of foundation on his face, painted his eyebrows a little, and then he didn't know where to start .
Looking at the thick eyelashes, it's like drawing eyeliner and curling the eyelashes. Looking at it at a close distance makes people blush and heartbeat. The makeup artist held his chin and looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't find a place to repair it.
In the end, she had no choice but to let him go after hastily painted his lipstick just like Qi Qiqi did.
This is Qiu Qiu's first time taking a magazine photo, and he can't even put his hands and feet under the camera. He was the only one among the players present who was well dressed, with a big empty T-shirt covering his body, as if he had stolen Teacher Qiu's clothes.
Not only that, but he is also very bad at posing. When the black hole is aimed at him, he only knows better than V, and even Qi Qiqi can do more moves than him.
When Qiu Qiugang went shopping when he was in college, he walked from the east end of the commercial street to the west end, but was stopped by street photographers from different websites eight times, which caused him to feel psychological shadow when he saw the SLR lens.
The photographer instructed him to do a series of actions such as jumping, turning around, and acting cool, but none of them were satisfactory. The cameraman didn't want to waste such a good face, so after thinking about it, he said, "Take off your shirt and take a picture with your guitar on your back."
Qiu Qiu: "...can you not take it off?"
The photographer was amused: "It's not a little girl, why are you afraid of showing your flesh?"
Qiu Qiu said sadly: "... If my godfather finds out, he will definitely not let me sleep at night."
The word "godfather" really made the photographer think for a second, but seeing Qiu Qiu's frank expression, and his gestures looked like a child, the photographer laughed at himself in his heart: the child is talking about a serious relationship, I have been in this circle for a long time, and my thoughts are too dirty. When I heard about my godfather, I thought it was the money maker.
The photographer joked: "Your family education is too strict. When you become a big star in the future, you will definitely take wet and sexy photos. Now men are also popular selling meat. You can't avoid it."
"I don't have time to be a star." Qiu Qiu didn't realize that he had revealed a shocking big boob, "I plan to finish the semi-finals and withdraw after receiving a bonus of 50,000 yuan."
"..."
"I checked the competition schedule. I have two exams on the day of the regional finals, and I have three essays to submit before that."
"..."
Qiu Qiu sighed: "Brother photographer, let's hurry up and shoot. In the afternoon, our college has a lecture on "True and False Compound Words in Different Voices in Chinese", and we specially invited the editor-in-chief of the Chinese Publishing House to give a lecture."
"..."
The cameraman, assistant, and lighting engineer all looked dumbfounded. I have never seen such a new star who is so free from desire and desire to swim in the ocean of knowledge.
Because Qiu Qiu didn't want to take off his clothes and didn't know how to pose, the filming didn't take long. The photographer looked at the finished product and sighed. It was the first time he took a picture of a white swan as a duck after so many years of work.
Hua Xiang, who finished his makeup earlier than Qiu Qiu, was still posing under the flashlights of another group of photographers. He was very showy, doing backflips and one-handed handstands, which caused the onlookers to exclaim. The five thousand dollar black dreadlocks were flying in the air, which made him look like a flying mop.
Hua Xiang started bragging all over the sky again: "I have hired a martial arts teacher for me since I was a child, and the monthly tuition fee is 50,000."
Sitting in the corner, Qi Qiqi folded his arms, shook his head and said, "If I were him, I would stick all the shopping receipts on my body. How much is the shoe, how much is the belt, how much is the hair..."
Qiu Qiu: "So you can issue an invoice even when you do your hair?"
"..." Qi Qiqi felt that there was a generation gap between himself and this uncle.
Qiu Qiu has always been dull, always unable to understand how people should communicate with each other. For example, on the eve of the exam week, a classmate asked him how many times he had reviewed, and he answered honestly, "I don't need to review. I will memorize the key points in class after every class." After the exam was over, when someone asked him how many points he could get, he did the math in his mind, and he could report a high score that was close to ten.
Qiu Qiu knows that many people say that he likes to show off his grades, but he is just seeking truth from facts. He has prepared well and done well in the exam, so why make up "I played video games last night and didn't read the book" "I guess I will fail this time." What about the lie
Putting it all together, Qiu Qiu didn't realize that Hua Xiang was showing off his wealth. He felt that rich people like to talk about money—like Fu Ruien, who always reminded him of the 30.05 million owed.
…
After all the single photos were taken, the staff gathered everyone together to take a group photo. Qiu Qiu wanted to keep a low profile, so he took the initiative to stand in the back row, but was stopped by the assistant director who came to tour the venue: "Qiu Qiu, you stand in front, Hua Xiang, you stand on the side and go up."
Hua Xiang, who was standing in the middle of the first row, suddenly became unhappy: "Assistant director, why?"
The assistant director said angrily: "Your hair is tall, and he is short."
In fact, Qiu Qiu is not considered short, but he is thin. If you have a small waist, tuck a two-foot wide T-shirt into your jeans to make your shoulders narrower and your waist thinner. The contestants present were fat and strong, and even Qi Qiqi was as fat as a Michelin tire. Compared with them, Qiu Qiu suddenly became a lonely bean sprouts.
Hua Xiang's hairstyle was too prominent, and the faces of the players behind were blocked. He reluctantly moved to the corner, pressing down his hair as he walked.
Group photos are the most difficult to take, especially the group photos of this kind of talent show. Everyone has to take a good-looking and unique shot. One person sneezes for a while, another person blinks for a while, and some people change their movements from time to time... It took more than an hour to take a group photo.
It's hard to call it a day, and everyone is eager to return.
Qiu Qiu is the most anxious one. He is still waiting to go back to listen to "True and False Compound Words in Different Voices in Chinese". This lecture is very popular. I went late and even lost the standing tickets, so I can only buy reserved tickets. . He was so anxious that he didn't even take off his makeup, put on his own clothes and went out.
Hua Xiang's eyes were sharp, seeing him leaving in a hurry, he took the initiative to say: "I remember you came here by car, which direction are you going, I will give you a ride?"
Qiu Qiu was overjoyed: "Thank you, thank you. I'm going to University A. Can I drop by? If not, just take it to the subway station for me."
Hua Xiang slapped his thigh: "My God, what a fucking coincidence, alumnus!"
Qiu Qiu was also very pleasantly surprised. Otherwise, the ancients said that one of the four great joys in life is meeting an old friend in a foreign land. I didn't expect that one of the top ten contestants was my classmate. But with Hua Xiang's "outstanding" appearance, he shouldn't have seen it before.
"Are you from A major too?"
Hua Xiang: "Almost."
Qiu Qiu didn't understand, there are still alumni who are similar
Hua Xiang replied proudly: "I am from the High School Affiliated to University A."
"… How old are you?"
"Twenty."
"Senior year?"
"High five." Hua Xiang was rarely embarrassed, "I'm a special student, and the exam is more difficult..."
The two walked out while chatting. Qiu Qiu had been hooking up since he was a child. He was in the top class in elementary school, in the key class in junior high school, and in the rocket class in high school... When the rocket was launched, he didn't take the college entrance examination and went straight to the university. Although he has never taken the college entrance examination, he has also heard that the college entrance examination is rigorous, especially for art students, and it is even more difficult.
On the way from the studio to the parking lot, the two got closer because of their "alumni" relationship.
Hua Xiang is an open-minded person, and he said happily: "Qiu Qiu, I found that you are fundamentally different from other top students."
"Why is it different?"
"You don't discriminate against scumbags."
After the two got acquainted, Hua Xiang couldn't control his mouth anymore, he kept talking about how rich he was, and as soon as he entered the parking lot, he took out his BMW car keys and shook them. The LOGO on the car key was too big, Hua Xiang threw it around and said it was his 20th birthday present.
As he was talking, he suddenly found that there was no one behind him agreeing. He turned around and found that Qiu Qiu had actually stopped and was looking in the direction of the road.
Hua Xiang followed his line of sight and saw a luxurious silver-gray sports car roaring from the end of the road, billowing dust and attracting the attention of countless people.
Hua Xiang was so envious that his saliva flowed down: "Hey, Aston Martin, really rich... I wonder if my dad can buy me one when I'm admitted to university." Seeing Qiu Qiu, he still stared at him. Sitting motionless in the car, he asked him as a matter of course, "Do you like cars too?"
Qiu Qiu shook his head, with a bit of embarrassment on his face: "I only know BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Volkswagen..." There are not many boys like him who know nothing about cars.
"Then what are you looking at?"
"That... that car seems to be here to pick me up."
"...????"
As soon as Qiu Qiu finished speaking, the Aston Martin drove past them.
Hua Xiang: "...you think about it coming to pick you up, why don't you wish you could turn into Cinderella, and then a fairy godmother will conjure a pumpkin carriage for you."
Qiu Qiu didn't speak, just stood on the side of the road holding the guitar strap tightly, looking forward to the direction of the car.
Hua Xiang pulled him: "Okay, don't look at it, you don't have to pretend to be so similar, I won't laugh at you."
But Qiu Qiu stubbornly stayed by the roadside, and even said to Hua Xiang, "You don't have to see me off, someone will pick me up."
Just when Hua Xiang was about to drag this paranoid alumnus away, something unexpected happened—that luxurious, expensive, cool, and high-end Aston Martin sports car actually stepped on the sun Driving back, it slowed down slowly, and finally stopped in front of them.
The window was lowered, and Fu Ruien in the driver's seat squinted his eyes half-closed, looking at Hua Xiang who had mop strips all over his head.
Swept by such cold gazes, Hua Xiang shook his hands and quickly let go of Qiu Qiu's clothes.
Qiu Qiu had long forgotten the alumni behind him, and jumped excitedly to the side of the car like a cat chasing a fur ball. He asked, "Godfather, why did you go there just now? I have been waiting for you here for five minutes."
Fu Ruien took the guitar from him and put it on the back seat, and said helplessly, "I didn't know it would take so long to turn around."
Hua Xiang next to him: "..." Damn, so the new friend really has a fairy godfather