Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

In this kind of variety show, the artists all have microphones that record their voices.

But until now no one has turned off the wheat, and Meng Fu was the first to do so.

Meng Fu turned off the microphone, and her voice couldn't be recorded in the program, she continued to outline while tracing points, "President?"

"I just saw you at the General Association." The chairman's voice was always gentle.

Meng Fu said "Oh", and changed his shade, "You need me for something?"

"I need you to confirm something about the library. You just happened to be here. Come to my office later, and it will be fine in a while." The president smiled, and his voice was calm.

Meng Fu glanced at the director team, "Then let me ask."

【Who is she calling? I'm so anxious! 】

【+1】

[Do you dare to turn on the voice! 】

【So afraid, maybe it's her benefactor】

【Here he comes, the person from yygq is here again. 】

【…】

Meng Fu pressed the phone and avoided the camera to ask the director.

The director is communicating with Sheng Jun's agent.

Originally, artists would avoid the camera when they went to the bathroom.

Especially now that the director is concerned about Sheng Jun's affairs, I hope she can agree to follow up with the program crew, and it doesn't matter if Meng Fu takes a ten-minute vacation.

"They agreed? But they can only shoot from a distance?" The director was communicating with the crew, and he was overjoyed when he heard the words, "It's okay, it's okay, as long as we agree to shoot."

After the director finished speaking, he discussed with the planner according to Mai, "First adjust the four shots that follow Sheng Jun, remember not to follow too closely, especially when going to the conference room..."

After talking to the planning team, he turned around and saw Meng Fu was still beside him. He slapped his forehead, remembering that Meng Fu was still asking him something, "You go."

After answering Meng Fu, he went to discuss important matters with the film crew.

Although the director needed topicality, he didn't dare to offend the program crew.

When Meng Fu returned to his seat, the studio was still very lively.

She didn't go to the president right away, but drew on the spot for another five minutes.

At this time, Li Qingning walked across to her with a paintbrush, "Xiao Meng, God help you, Sheng Jun is going to a meeting, you can catch up with her in time!"

Meng Fu raised his head and looked at Li Qingning with regret, "Teacher Li, I'm afraid I will disappoint you."

Li Qingning's heart fluttered.

Meng Fu looked at the barrage, put the pen on the table, and started to ask for leave without changing his face, "Friends, I'll go first for convenience, and I won't bring the photographer with me, can I take ten minutes off? "

【Brother Fu, who did you call just now】

【All right, all right】

[You are good-looking, you have the final say! 】

【Hahahaha everyone, look at Teacher Li's face】

[Teacher Li's heart: Can you let me go? ? ? 】

There are also less sporadic barrage——

[Going to be lazy again, obviously you draw the least, can you be more serious? 】

【Sheng Jun is almost finished painting, you haven't started yet. 】

【…】

"Then we'll see you in ten minutes." Meng Fu waved his paw, greeted Li Qingning obediently, and turned to leave.

After she left, Li Qingning smiled professionally at the camera on her drawing board, "It's okay, I can still resist, I'm going to find my good brother Che Shao."

Barrage--

[Is this the remaining two left-behind children? Haha! 】

[Fuck everyone, go to Sheng Jun's split screen, she is in the political building. 】

**

Here, Meng Fu walked through the crowd.

At a glance, I saw Zhao Fan and Su Cheng who had been following the group.

Su Di was absent today for the first time.

Zhao Fan, Su Cheng, and Su Cheng are unique, because Su Cheng has his own refrigerator, and there is no one within one meter.

Zhao Fan has been watching the live broadcast, knowing that Meng Fu's mic is turned off at this moment, he smiled at her directly: "The effect in the morning is good, there is no major mistake, and Teacher Li is willing to take you."

She was right. Li Qingning was an extremely powerful person in the circle, and had a good reputation online.

He kept cueing Meng Fu, and Meng Fu himself responded to the point. The combination of the two is indeed very popular.

Su Cheng didn't say much, he was wearing a black mask, and only handed her the thermos in his hand.

Meng Fu took it and took a sip, the water temperature was just right.

She didn't turn on the mic, but the program crew's camera still had a camera looking at her leaving back.

The barrage went crazy at this time.

[Fuck, I know Sister Fan, who is that man? ! 】

[A handsome back view makes people angry, do you dare to give a close-up shot to the program team? 】

【Dog show! 】

[To be honest, I can't wait to get my head into the screen, and be a person in the dog show. 】

[Which artist came to visit the class? 】

[Is this Meng Fu's assistant? 】

[Fuck, do assistants look like this these days? ! 】

【Mom, I'm not worthy (smile)】

【…】

After Meng Fu finished drinking the water, he took Zhao Fan's peaked cap and put it on his head, and went out.

Zhao Fan looked at the direction she left, touched his chin, "Brother Cheng, isn't this the way for her to go to the bathroom?"

**

The place where Meng Fu and the others painted just now was in the student building, and the president's office was in the administration building.

Three minutes away from the student building.

Wearing a peaked cap, Meng Fu walked all the way to the administrative building. No one noticed her on the way, at most, she looked familiar from her back.

The administration building has a total of 12 floors, and the chairman is on the top 12th floor.

Meng Fu entered the elevator. There were two boys in the elevator. They stood by the elevator buttons and looked at Meng Fu with doubts and some inquiries: "Which floor does the beauty go to?"

Meng Fu replied politely: "Twelve."

Her voice has always been special, with a long rhyme. The boy recognized it and said excitedly: "Are you Meng Fu? I'm your fan. That song the fire is so good..."

Meng Fu took off his hat and looked at him, "Thank you."

The other boy was not a fan of Meng Fu, but he had heard of Meng Fu's name. Seeing Meng Fu up close, he was also very surprised, and said very gently, "I can't press the button on the 12th floor. Why are you going to the 12th floor?"

Meng Fu's fans stopped excitedly by the button, also remembered this question, and then explained to Meng Fu: "The twelfth floor is..."

The buttons for ten, eleven, and twelve are red.

Because she didn't press the floor and the elevator door didn't close, Meng Fu glanced at them, and then casually brushed the end of the wooden sign that the president gave her last time on the edge of the button.

Meng Fu pressed the red hour on the twelfth floor with a sound of "Di--", and the twelfth floor lit up with white light.

This brand has chips in it.

Meng Fu fans: "..."

They were going to the ninth floor. After getting off the elevator, another boy looked at Meng Fu's fans in surprise: "Is she also from the General Association? Why did you go to the twelfth floor?"

Meng Fu's fan: "... how would I know."

The boy glanced at him, disgusted: "Aren't you a true fan of your goddess? You still list her every day! You fake fan!"

Meng Fu fans: "..."

He picked up his phone and began to ask this question in Meng Fuchao's chat.

"But one thing to say, she looks really good-looking. I always thought it was a filter problem, but I didn't expect her to be more beautiful..."

**

On the twelfth floor, Meng Fu entered the president's office.

The assistant was already familiar with her, bent slightly towards her, and opened the door for her.

"Has your Chinese painting been graded?" The president looked at her.

Meng Fu was also surprised, "There are still grades in Chinese painting?"

President: "..." It was the first time he saw that people who were learning painting didn't know this.

He changed the subject, "If you have time, you can take a freehand painting test, but you still need to practice more on your proficiency. If you get the shape and meaning, you are not good at writing."

"There is a chance." Meng Fu took the tea that was handed to her by the person beside her, and took a sip.

"Your painting has just been placed in the youth group on the fourth floor of the library," the president gave her a confirmation letter, "you need to confirm."

This was the main reason he came to her.

Meng Fu took it over, looked at it, and found that the confirmation letter was not very long, mainly about the copyright of the painting, she glanced at it, and signed her name.

"What I gave you, you can go to any floor below the ninth floor of the library. If you have time, you can go and have a look. There are many paintings and notes of seniors in it." The president took back the confirmation letter and instructed her.

He knew that Meng Fu was still filming a show, so he didn't say much, and let Meng Fu go downstairs after he finished speaking.

at the same time.

In the conference room on the ninth floor, several high-level figures of the General Association gathered, and the rest were students.

Some of them work part-time in various agencies, and the vice president who is speaking now is a member of the Cultural Bureau.

A group of photographers were shooting outside the door, and they dared not get close.

But netizens who are good at watching live broadcasts with a magnifying glass have picked it up.

[The one in front of Wucao isn't the vice bureau of ***? 】

[I only know that he is the vice president of the Painting Association, who gave a speech at T University. 】

【that is……】

【Who is Sheng Jun's teacher? 】

[Sure enough, big bosses gathered...]

【…】

I only took a photo from a distance and did not affect the meeting.

But the show worked out well.

There must be hot searches, but Weibo didn't dare to follow the rhythm of the Painting Association. Instead of posting the trending search of "Seniors of the Painting Association", it posted a trending search of "Teacher Sheng Jun".

Even so, online viewership has peaked.

Breaking 10 million.

This is simply the number of people, not just popularity.

Sheng Jun didn't have a seat, she just came out after taking the oath with other members.

The time is short, but everyone and the program team have seen it.

After the others left, Sheng Jun came out slowly, and while walking towards the elevator, he looked at the bullet screen and explained, "My teacher? My teacher is a student of our vice president. He told the vice president, the vice president That’s why I agreed to the camera being at the door.”

"666" is written on the barrage.

As she spoke, she walked to the elevator entrance, and the elevator was displayed on the barrage again.

"Well, you asked if there was a red button in the elevator just now?" Sheng Jun continued to read the barrage.

When she mentioned this, the director looked at the camera without moving, and immediately pressed the headset to remotely give instructions: "Quick, give Sheng Jun a close-up shot of the elevator!"

He knew the audience would love to see this.

Sheng Jun continued to explain to the barrage with a smile, "That is the tenth to the twelfth floor. It is the office of the vice president and the president. It involves some international projects, so it is not open to the public. You see, this elevator is from the twelfth floor. Those who come down from the first floor should be people from these three floors. If we are lucky, maybe we can meet someone from the president..."

she was talking.

The elevator stopped on the ninth floor with a "ding--" and the elevator door opened.

The girl inside who was playing with her mobile phone with her head down seemed to feel that the atmosphere was a little different, so she slowly raised her head.

**

…It’s not that I think I’m long. You see, I didn’t divide the 3,000 words into chapters today. Isn’t it long? It’s too difficult 2333