Sweet Nothings

Yan Qing slept extraordinarily this night, Huo Yunshen fired in full in her dream, grabbed her braid before she escaped from the practice room, and dragged her back to the floor to enjoy the sauce.

She wept wildly, and he grinned badly at her, and asked, "Adult, just kiss your brow and perfuse me?"

Yan Qing choked and thought, on this one bit, I'm still a ghost messenger!

Fortunately, the alarm clock rang early, Yan Qing was dragged up by Ouyang, and he reached out to fight, and said angrily: "Don't bite my neck! Itch!"

Ouyang put a hand over her mouth, looked around, and whispered excitedly, "What are your dreams? Colored ones? Tell me."

Yan Qing woke up in time, and when she saw herself lying on the Chase shop safely, she was relieved to be relieved. Yizheng said, "Don't ask, ask suicide again."

When she got up and looked, it was still dark outside the window. Most of the girls were faster than them. They had packed it up and rushed to the locker room with their clothes to grab a position. She is now passing and it is estimated that she will queue for more than half an hour.

Although it will not delay the recording of the program, it is too late to go to the practice room to practice makeup and dance several times.

After thinking for a while, Yan Qing decided to settle it on the spot. She pulled the skirt that she wanted to change from the suitcase, retracted it back to the bed, and blindfolded her head.

The photographer who came to take the material at first glance found that she was different, and suddenly came to the spirit, turned the lens over, and worked diligently to shoot...the uplifted quilt hill.

Inside the hill, like a little agitated little loach, tumbling wildly, after a few minutes, the quilt was opened, Yan Qing long hair flying, wearing the beauty of the flourishing beauty, replaced with a short cheongsam, calm Drilled out.

The photographer and the girls still in the room lie together.

She didn't show how hot she was when she was wearing casual clothes, but once the cheongsam was added, the front was well raised, the chest line was full, the clothes were tight, the waist was very thin, and the cheongsam was so narrow. .

Yan Qing generously greeted the camera, and took the time to wash and make up. She put her feet off the bed, pulled her shoes on and ran a step forward, and was smitten by a sudden sting.

She fell with a cry, pressed her hand to the ground, squeezed something in her palm, and began to feel hot.

"How did you fall!" Ouyang was startled and busy up with her, and the others came together with concern.

One of the girls squatted down to check, "Ah," he said, "It's a hairpin, how did it fall to the ground..."

The photographer pushed the lens closer and accurately shot the scene on the ground. There were seven or eight finger-sized metal clips scattered around Yan Qing's bed. The quality was worrying. The edges were not polished and they were very sharp.

There was also one of Yan Qing's shoes that had been stained with blood.

She didn't wear socks, she barefooted into the shoes, sturdily squeezed in by hairpins, and cut a greasy mouth under her soles.

Ouyang changed his face: "Who throws his clip!"

Everyone denied it, and some people persuaded: "Don't investigate it, it must have been accidentally sprinkled, and it will only be stepped on, and treat the wound quickly."

This is a saying that calms people down, and at the same time, it is also to maintain the harmony of the program.

Ouyang understands, holding his breath and saying, "I'm going to the medical team!"

Yan Qing grabbed her and shook her head.

She heard An Lan said that the medical team had to wait for the program to be officially recorded before entering the station. It is not there at the moment. If you need treatment, you can only go to the nearest hospital. With traffic jams, it may take two hours to go back and forth. Mistakes.

The investment of a program is huge, and it involves a lot. It is impossible to delay for a player's accidental minor injury.

Once she missed, it would automatically quit.

Yan Qing laughed hard, staggered and stood up, pulled a tissue to wipe off the blood, and then her hands snapped together, blinking sweetly at everyone: "Which little fairy brought the medicine box, please help ."

The atmosphere suddenly became relaxed, and medicine boxes and usable medicines were actively delivered.

Yan Qing was unkind to himself and endured the pain. He treated the wound three or two times, wrapped it tightly with a bandage a few times, and numb the pain. He re-dressed his shoes: "Okay, it's just a small break, it doesn't matter."

Everyone saw her as usual and thought it was okay. The photographer whispered, "Do you need me to tell the show team about your injury?"

Yan Qing refused.

The photographer asked in this way, but he didn’t want it to be. The show was not easy to resume shooting.Do you take care of her rating?It will definitely cause dissatisfaction with other players.

not worth it.

Yan Qing pretended to be okay. After a few activities, she smiled and said to the camera, "I'm going to put on makeup."

When all the people in the shop were gone, Song Xueran slowly showed a side face at the corner outside the door, and the eyes of the heavy makeup showed coldness.

In order to become the only main push of "Pinnacle Girl", sit firmly in the C position, she spent all her thoughts to deceive the previous idiot school, and as a result came a better-sounding speech.

Looking at her clothes and wearing, there is no big name, but also an amateur, what background can you have?The food box and makeup box that had been blown to the sky before might be the fake she deliberately obtained in order to set herself up as a fake person.

The ponytail is Song Xueran's faithful follower, and whispered: "Sister Xue Ran, don't worry, Yan Qing is a straw bag vase that sells her face. She just started dancing, and she didn't even practice even singing, so I plan to give up. It's impossible to compare with you."

Song Xueran sneered: "Of course she can't compare."

Ponytail tone: "This time hurt her foot, she can't do it even if she wants to dance and sell cute, wait for her to be ugly, Xueran, you are not only beautiful and strong, don't forget, but there is Huo's scandal. Well, this kind of thing is half-truth, and no one can verify that the tutor team has to take care of you three points."

Song Xueran's face finally appeared radiant.

She has been in the red for three years and has not been red. She is seeing that she is getting older and is about to be abandoned by the company. Even the program team refuses to put her in the first place.

In order to make a difference in the primary assessment, she carefully designed her performance link. She chose songs to avoid the public. She specially picked a classic of the popular Internet singer "Kapok" to shock the audience.

She must win, and any player who threatens her C position must be eliminated in advance.

The public dressing room was overcrowded, and Yan Qing was frightened by a glance, limping and carrying the makeup box to solve it by herself.

After finishing a beautiful makeup that could hold up in front of the mirror, Yan Qing finally got better, lowering her head and patting her raised left foot: "I will work hard for you today and hold on."

Sister An Lan concealed her identity as the original singer "Kapok" for the effect of the show, and she plans to announce it on stage.

Although Kapok is not as good as a serious star, it is also well-known on the Internet. There are a group of fans who are crazy about her and banging her against the big wall.

Especially in these two days, there is suddenly an ultimate local tyrant fan. It is estimated that there is really no way to send money. I ran to Weibo to send her a private letter, with a bunch of screenshots of song purchases, a huge amount of screenshots on the homepage, and said : "Tell me the bank card number."

She has committed a heart attack.

Yan Qing thought about it funny, looked up at the mirror, could not help but touch the face with satisfaction.

Speaking of being rich and tasteful, it must be Mr. Huo. The cosmetics she gave were really easy to use. The paleness she had ache in was hidden inside. It was so natural and beautiful, and she didn't see any abnormalities at all.

At nine in the morning, recording officially started.

Ninety-nine players enter the studio in sequence by team or individual. Before entering the venue, they must first pass through the preparation area, where there are ABCDF five-level labels. The players first choose a level according to their level.

Regarding this, Yan Qing asked Ouyang curiously: "Why is there no E?"

Ouyang said: "The F you see is actually not a real F, it is Fail, fail."

Yan Qing thought, too miserable, she can't be F, anyway, she has to work hard for--

Take a D.

So when she rated herself, she really took a D. During the shooting of the house, she raised her lips and smiled, bursting the table with sweetness, and carefully attached the grade card to her waist.

When the on-site supervisor signaled her turn, Yan Qing straightened her back, step by step, like stepping on the tip of the knife, clenching her teeth.

"Lying trough! Brother Shen! Look at this beauty!"

In the studio, the players are basically full, but the voice is very soft, and they dare not make orders, just because—

This hall has been renovated overnight, and it is more than one level higher than before. The smell of RMB accumulation is everywhere. More importantly, their 99 seats are on the top of their heads, which is equivalent to the location of the second floor. High platform.

The platform is divided into three areas, left and right, and there is a block in front.

But the above clearly hangs Zhang Kuang's font-"High Energy Jury."

With this sitting, who dares to speak.

Even so, when Yan Qing came out, there was still a lot of exclamation.

"What a nice view--"

"A straight man in a cheongsam walks straight."

"Mother Princess Fan'er, crush me and other mortals."

"This beautiful self-assessment is D?!"

The discussion outside the curtain was cautious, but inside the curtain was extremely lively. A three-person WeChat group called "Shen Brother Chasing Wife Squad" was frantically refreshing.

The sentence was just sent by President Su. He was excited with a virtual image, patting his thighs and asking, "Shen Brother! You came after your wife, you are definitely not interested in this? Can I--"

Mr. Lin: "Shut up, just go and commit suicide."

President Su: "Why? Do you like it too?"

The group stopped refreshing, and both of them felt the low air pressure of the middle class.

President Su had a bad hunch and turned to look at the tall silhouette of the man in the middle, his scalp faint.

After a moment, Huo Yunshen: "How do you want to die?"

President Su:???

Huo Yunshen: "She is my wife."

President Su:!!

Huo Yunshen grabbed the armrest of the chair, his fingers drew out the white seal, and he stared at Yan Qing on the stage through the drapery that was visible in one direction in front of him.

Her long hair was tied into a playful princess's head, and her skin was white with a slight sense of transparency. The length of the lotus pink modified cheongsam only reached the middle of the thigh, wrapping the superior figure vividly.

His brow furrowed like a knife, poking himself dry and sore.

Yan Qing stood on the stage to greet and bow to the players present, aimed at a lower midstream position, preparing for the past, she took two steps, and suddenly felt a certain hot temperature falling straight on her, even as if she had a physical entity , From the hair tips to the cheeks, extending to the whole body...

Are being scanned.

Thick and deep, burning.

Yan Qing felt inexplicably dry and raised his head subconsciously, looking at the most central jury seat above.

Inside is... who.