Yanqing slept very exciting that night. Huo Yunshen was full of firepower in her dream, grabbed her pigtails before she escaped from the practice room, dragged her back to the floor and simmered as much as possible.
She was crying furiously, and he pinched her and laughed viciously, and asked, "Adult, just kiss me between the foreheads and perfunctory me?"
Yan Qing sobbed and thought, with just this mouthful, I'm still going to be the one who's going to make a fool of myself!
Fortunately, the alarm clock rang early, and Yan Qing was dragged up by Ouyang. He stretched out his hand to hit him in a daze, and said angrily, "Don't bite my neck! It's itchy!"
Ouyang covered her mouth, looked left and right, and asked in a low voice excitedly, "What dream did you have? Colored? Tell me about it."
Yan Qing woke up in time. Seeing that he was lying on the Chase Bunk, he sighed happily, and said righteously, "Don't ask, ask about suicide again."
When she got up, it was still dark outside the window. Most of the girls were faster than them. They had already packed up and rushed to the locker room with their clothes to grab a seat. Now that she is there, it is estimated that she will have to queue for more than half an hour.
Although there will be no delay in recording the program, it is too late to go to the practice room to practice the dance with make-up several times.
Yan Qing thought about it and decided to solve it on the spot. She pulled out the skirt to be changed from the suitcase, retracted the quilt again, and covered her head.
The photographer who came to shoot the wake-up material saw that she was different at first sight, and suddenly came to the spirit, turned the camera around, and took the photo conscientiously... The raised quilt hill.
There was a restless little loach hidden in the hill, rolling frantically. After a few minutes of rolling, the quilt was thrown open, Yan Qing's long hair was flying, and she was wearing a prosperous beauty without makeup, and changed into a close-fitting short cheongsam, calm. drilled out.
The photographer and the girls who were still in the house were all lying to each other.
When she wears casual clothes, she does not show how hot her figure is, but with the addition of the cheongsam, the front and back are properly raised, the chest line is full, the clothes are tightly supported, and the waist is very thin. .
Yan Qing greeted the camera generously, and took the time to wash and put on makeup. She put her feet out of bed, put on her shoes, and just took a step forward, when a sudden stinging pain pierced her heart.
She fell down with a cry of pain, and pressed her hand to the ground. She felt something in her palm, and it began to hurt.
"Why did you fall!" Ouyang was startled, and hurriedly went up to help her, and the others gathered together with concern.
One of the girls squatted down to check, "ah": "It's a hairpin, why did it fall all over the floor..."
The photographer pushed the lens closer and accurately captured the scene on the ground. There were seven or eight small metal clips the size of fingertips scattered by Yan Qing's bedside. The quality was of poor quality. The edges were not well polished and were very sharp.
There was also one of the shoes that Yan Qing had dropped, which had been stained red with blood.
She didn't wear socks, she put her bare feet into the shoes, and was firmly pinched in by a hairpin, and a ferocious cut was cut on the bottom of her foot.
Ouyang changed his face: "whose clip is thrown around!"
Everyone denied it, and some persuaded: "Don't pursue it first, it must have been accidentally spilled, and the words were unlucky to step on, and quickly deal with the wound."
This is a statement of peace of mind, and at the same time, it is also to maintain the harmony of the program, and it is not possible to make a scene of Zhen Huan Biography as soon as the recording starts.
Ouyang understood, held his breath and said, "I'll go to the medical team!"
Yan Qing grabbed her and shook her head.
She heard An Lan say that the medical team will wait until the program is officially recorded before moving in. It is not there at the moment. If you want treatment, you can only go to the nearest hospital. In addition to the traffic jam, it may take two hours to go back and forth. wrong.
A program has a huge investment and has many implications, and it is impossible to delay the accidental injury of a certain player.
Once she misses it, she will automatically quit.
Yan Qing tried her best to laugh, she staggered to stand up with her eyes bent, took out a tissue to wipe off the blood, and then her hands clasped together, winking sweetly at everyone: "Which little fairy has a medicine box, please help ."
The atmosphere suddenly became relaxed, and the medicine box and available medicines were actively sent over.
Yan Qing was rude to herself, endured the pain, treated the wound in three or two times, wrapped it tightly with a bandage for a few times until the pain was numb, and put on her shoes again: "Okay, it's just a small tear, it doesn't matter."
Seeing her expression as usual, everyone thought she was all right. The photographer whispered, "Do you need me to tell the show team about your injury?"
Yan Qing refused.
The photographer asked this question because he didn't want to. The show finally resumed shooting, and no one wants to have extra troubles. Besides, what about the feedback? Take care of her on the ratings? It will definitely cause dissatisfaction among other players.
not worth it.
Yan Qing pretended to be okay, moved around a few times, smiled and said to the camera, "I'm going to do my makeup."
After all the people in the shop were gone, Song Xueran slowly revealed a side face at the corner outside the door, his heavily makeup eyes showing coldness.
In order to become the only main promoter of "Peak Girl" and sit firmly in the C position, she tried her best to deceive the idiot school flower from before, and as a result, Yan Qing, who has a better appearance, came.
Looking at her clothes, she doesn't have a big name, and she is an amateur. What background can she have? The food boxes and cosmetic boxes that were blown into the sky before may be fakes that she deliberately obtained in order to create a fake character for herself.
The ponytail is Song Xueran's loyal follower, and whispered: "Sister Xueran, don't worry, Yan Qing looks like a face-sucking vase. She has just started dancing, and she hasn't even practiced singing, so she probably plans to give up. Can't compare to you."
Song Xueran sneered: "Of course she can't compare."
Ponytail's tone is flattering: "I hurt her foot this time, and she can't do it if she wants to dance and be cute. Wait for her to make a fool of yourself. Sister Xueran, you are not only beautiful and strong, don't forget, but there is also Huo's scandal. Well, this kind of thing is half-truth, and no one can verify it, the mentor team has to take care of you three points."
Song Xueran's face finally showed color.
It has been three years since she debuted, and she has never been popular. Seeing that she is getting older and older, she is about to be abandoned by the company. Even the show team refuses to put her in the first place.
In order to stand out in the primary evaluation, she carefully designed her performances, avoiding the public in her song selection, and specially selected a classic original by the Internet celebrity singer "Kapok", just to shock the audience.
She has to win, and any player who threatens her C position, she has to eliminate ahead of time.
The public dressing room was overcrowded, Yan Qing was frightened at a glance, and limped with the dressing box to solve it by herself.
Facing the mirror, she finished painting a make-up that could hold the scene. Yan Qing's mood finally improved. She lowered her head and patted her raised left foot: "It's going to be hard for you today, hold on."
For the effect of the show, Sister An Lan deliberately hid her identity of the original singer "Kapok", and was going to wait for it to be revealed on stage.
Although Kapok is not as good as a serious star, it has a decent reputation on the Internet. There are such a group of fans who are crazy for her and hit the wall for her.
Especially in the past two days, there is an extra local tyrant fan. I guess I can't find a way to send money, so I went to Weibo to send her a private message, with a bunch of screenshots of song purchases, and a screenshot of the huge reward on the homepage, and said : "Tell me the bank card number."
She's about to have a heart attack.
Yan Qing thought about it for fun, looked up at the mirror, and couldn't help touching her face in satisfaction.
Speaking of money and taste, it has to be Mr. Huo. The cosmetics that she gave are really easy to use. The paleness from her pain is hidden in it.
At nine o'clock in the morning, the recording officially started.
Ninety-nine contestants entered the studio in a team or individual way. Before entering the field, they had to pass through the preparation area, where there were five levels of ABCDF labels. The contestants first chose a level according to their own level.
Regarding this, Yan Qing asked Ouyang curiously, "Why is there no E?"
Ouyang said: "The F you see is actually not the real F, it's a Fail, which is a failing grade."
Yan Qing thought, it's too bad, she can't F, anyway, she has to work hard-
Take a D.
So when she rated herself, she really took a D. During the shooting of the room full of cameras, she raised her lips and smiled, her sweetness exploded, and she carefully attached the rating card to her waist.
When the on-site supervisor signaled that it was her turn, Yan Qing straightened her back, stepping on the tip of a knife every step of the way, gritted her teeth and walked in steadily.
"Fuck! Brother Shen, look! This beauty!"
In the studio, the players were basically full, but they spoke very softly, and they didn't dare to make trouble, just because—
This hall was renovated overnight, and now it is more than one level higher than before. There is a smell of RMB accumulation everywhere. More importantly, on the top of their ninety-nine seats, which is equivalent to about the second floor, a suspended space is built. 's high platform.
The high platform is separated into three areas, left and right, and there is a block in front of it. It is uncertain whether there is anyone inside.
But it is clearly hung in arrogant fonts - "High Energy Jury."
With this sitting in town, who would dare to say a word.
Even so, when Yan Qing walked out, he still aroused a lot of exclamation.
"What a nice view-"
"A straight man who just walks in a cheongsam."
"It's too princess-like, crush me and other mortals."
"So beautiful, self-assessment is D?!"
The discussions outside the curtain were cautious, but inside the curtain was extremely lively. A three-person WeChat group called "Shenge Chasing Wife Squad" was being refreshed frantically.
The sentence just now was sent by Mr. Su. His fingers were excited, and he patted his thigh and asked: "Brother Shen! You are chasing after your wife, you must be not interested in this? Then can I—"
President Lin: "Shut up, just go and kill yourself."
President Su: "Why? You like it too?"
The refreshment in the group suddenly stopped, and both of them felt the terrifying low pressure.
Mr. Su had a bad premonition, turned his head to look at the tall outline of the man in the middle, and his scalp was faintly numb.
After a while, Huo Yunshen said, "How do you want to die?"
President Su: ? ?
Huo Yunshen: "She is my wife."
President Su: ! ! !
Huo Yunshen grasped the armrest of the chair, and his fingers slashed white marks. He stared down at Yan Qing on the stage through the one-way curtain in front of him.
Her long hair was tied into a playful princess head, her complexion was pale and slightly translucent, and the length of the lotus-pink modified cheongsam only reached the middle of her thighs, wrapping her superior figure incisively and vividly.
The ditch between his brows was like a knife, poking him dry and painful.
Yanqing stood on the stage to greet and bow to the players present, aiming at a position lower in the middle, and ready to pass, she only took two steps, and suddenly felt some kind of hot temperature falling directly on her, even as if she had a real body , from the tip of the hair to the cheeks, to the whole body...
are being scanned.
Thick, deep, and scorching hot.
Yan Qing felt dry mouth for some reason, raised her head subconsciously, and looked at the most central jury seat above.
Inside is... who.