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 and brew.

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

Yan Qing choked, thinking about this, I'm still a ghost to the gods!

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

Ouyang put a hand over her mouth, looked around, and whispered excitedly, "What dream have you had? With color? Tell me about it."

Yan Qing woke up in time and saw herself lying on the Chase shop safely. Fortunately, she breathed a sigh of relief. 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 were packed and rushed to the dressing room with their clothes to grab a position. She is now passing and it is estimated to 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 shoot the material found out that she was different, 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 lifted, Yan Qing long hair flying, wearing a prosperous beauty without powder, replaced with a short 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 casual, but once the cheongsam was added, the front was properly raised and the back was full, 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, and ran a step forward. She was heartbroken by a sudden tingling.

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

"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 metal finger grips scattered around Yan Qing's bed. The quality was worrying. The edges were not polished and they were very sharp.

There is also one of Yan Qing's shoes that has been stained with blood.

She didn't wear socks, but barefooted into her shoes. She was sturdily squeezed in by a hairpin, and a greasy cut was cut on the sole.

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 only then stepped on the bad luck, and treat the wound quickly."

This is a saying that calms people down, and it is also to keep the show harmonious.

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 currently not there. 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 many. 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 became numb with pain. He put on his shoes again: "Okay, it's just a small break, it doesn't matter."

Everyone saw her as usual, thinking that it was really okay, the photographer whispered: "Do I need to tell the show team about your injury?"

Yan Qing refused.

The photographer asked in this way that he did n’t want it to be. The show was not easy to resume shooting, and no one wanted to shoot outside the festival, and how could it be reflected? 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 lead of "Pinnacle Girl" and sit firmly in the C position, she exhausted her thoughts before deceiving the previous idiot school, and as a result came a better-sounding speech.

Look at her clothes and wear, there is no big name, but also an amateur, what background can you have? The food box and makeup box that were blown to heaven before may be the fakes she deliberately obtained in order to set herself up for the fake.

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 at first glance. She just started dancing, she didn't even practice even singing. It's impossible to compare with you. "

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

Ponytails pleased: "This time she hurt her foot, she couldn't do it even if she wanted to dance and sell cute, wait for her to be ugly, Sister Xue Ran, 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, the tutor group has to take care of you three points. "

Song Xueran's face finally became radiant.

She has been in the red for three years and has never 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 and deliberately picked a classic of the Internet celebrity 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, Yan Qing was frightened by a glance, limping and carrying the makeup box to solve it by himself.

After finishing a beautiful makeup 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 deliberately concealed the identity of her original singer "Kapok" for the effect of the show, preparing to wait for the stage to be announced.

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 was suddenly an ultimate local tyrant fan. It is estimated that I really could n’t find a way to send money. I ran to Weibo to send her a private message with a bunch of screenshots of song purchases. : "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 sent were really easy to use. The paleness she had ache in was hidden in it.

At nine in the morning, recording officially began.

Ninety-nine players enter the studio in sequence as a team or individual. Before entering the venue, they must first pass through the preparation area, where there are ABCDF five-level tags. 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 not a real F, it is Fail, fail."

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

Take a D.

So when she rated herself, she really took a D. In the lens shooting of the whole house, she raised her lips and smiled, the sweetness burst into the table, and carefully attached the rating 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 and stepping forward steadily.

"Lying trough! Brother Shen, look! 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 now more than a 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. I am not sure if there is anyone inside.

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--"

"Straight man in cheongsam walking straight."

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

"This beautiful self-assessment is D ?!"

The argument 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.

That sentence was sent by President Su just now. His fingers were excited, and he patted his thighs and asked, "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 tingling.

After a moment, Huo Yunshen: "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 drew out a white seal. He looked 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 head, her skin was white with a slight sense of transparency, and 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 position in the midstream, and prepared to pass, she only took two steps, and suddenly felt that a certain hot temperature fell straight on her, even as if there was an 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.