The Idol Group and the Crown

They decided to split up at four in the afternoon.

A team of people drove to the University of Electronic Science and Technology to make a second lamp, and a team of people went to find a strong base. Afterwards, the location of the meeting was confirmed based on the Snapdragon decoration of this block.

The garage has been remodeled before, and the shower dressing room is shabby but useful.

Huo Jian saw a triangular eyebrow purple hair killing Matt at a glance, almost scared by the mirror.

After booju wake up, he hurriedly took a bath and re-compressed his long hair.

They changed their makeup again. Four people were dressed as small businessmen in suits and leather, and two were dressed as ordinary office workers.

Ordinary businessmen don't need to be too publicized, the smoke in their pockets is good, they will smile with a smile on their faces, and then blur the deep face, enlarge the defects and reduce the beauty, the effect is already good enough.

Mei Shengyao and Chi Ji are too young to cover up the effect. They simply put on baseball shirts and long sweaters, and followed Huo Jian not far away. They wandered the streets. The features of the five senses have been finely modified. They look handsome and sunny but they are not like themselves.

——All makeup should be suitable for the company's elaborate training before its debut and the sufficient experience accumulated in "Crown Makeup Room".

"see you later."

"Well, you guys are also careful."

Huo Jian led the team out on foot again, strolling back and forth in the bustling commercial street.

Then locked a deserted western restaurant in the alley.

Because of the poor operating conditions, the waiters in the store only invited two of them symbolically, and were in a daze for nothing.

He repeatedly observed the fat boss wearing glasses next to the counter and walked in with his briefcase and Bo Ju.

Boss Zhou is worrying that there will be no guests on this weekend. The broken shop will not open. As soon as I saw two guests who didn't seem to be very edible but could gather their own heads, they rushed in without waiting for the waiter to speak.

"Good afternoon! What to eat? It's tea time now. Is the coffee milk tea tiramisu shufulei a bit?"

Huo Jian actually kept up with his speed of speech, politely said: "Sorry, we are not here to eat."

The boss was depressed for a second and kept smiling hard: "We also have new strawberry bubble milk..."

Bo Jue first said: "A cup of bubble milk, a cup of mocha, and another sandwich waffle."

The boss was overjoyed: "Hear it, do it quickly-WeChat or Alipay?"

Huo Jian didn't answer, opened the briefcase directly in front of him.

Inside is a pile of banknotes that is too real to be anymore.

Boss Zhou stayed for a few seconds, and suddenly there was a panic about the unknown, and he took two steps back: "You are going to..."

"Don't be nervous." Bo Ju unfolded the newspaper in his hand and showed him the entertainment headlines and the six-person color photo: "Are you familiar with this?"

Boss Zhou squinted and looked again, shaking his head and said: "Basically unfamiliar."

"This A, I know something, but I don't usually look at this kind of little girl's things." He glanced at the well-talked but strange-looking bald guest first, and then reached out and poked the newspaper holding the puppet cat. Mei Shengyao: "The most familiar is this one."

When he was in junior high school, he didn't eat breakfast. For weeks, he was desperately saving money just to get a concert ticket for Mei Heng.

Later, when I went to university, I gradually worked. I bought a lot of CDs I had heard during my youth. I naturally went to the front row to watch several concerts.

"I like Mei Heng the most, so after he gave birth to a child, I will also do things about Mei Shengyao-"

Before Boss Zhou finished talking, Huo Jian suddenly gestured outside the window.

A pair of teenagers suddenly appeared diagonally, and the steps ran in lightly.

The waiter just brought both sweet milk and mocha.

Bo Ju handed the coffee to Chi Ji: "You like, a spoonful of sugar and three rounds of chocolate sauce."

Chi Ji smiled and thanked: "Brother Ju is hurting me the most."

Boss Zhou recognized the baby son from the family idol at a glance, and his chin could not close at this moment: "How does he look like him-"

Mei Sheng took the newspaper away and raised a quick question in front of them: "Do you think the four of us?"

"Four of you!!!" Boss Zhou did not dare to confirm the fact: "Is it really!"

Bo Jue took off the bald-headed development kit expressionlessly, letting the long hair fall like a waterfall.

Zhou Ji repeatedly compared the four of them with the four of the posters a dozen times, and then covered his mouth and screamed with high decibels.

"Actually! Live!!!!"

"Live Mei Shengyao!!!"

The two waiters scrambled to the side and tried to take a few more glances. Bo Jue smiled and waved, beckoning them to sit down and chat together.

"The situation is that we are participating in this show, hoping to rent your restaurant as a stronghold for these three days." Huo Jian said seriously: "We can only pay the rent in cash, but after the show is broadcast, I will be able to help you... …"

Zhou Ji ran all the way to the counter to find a small book and asked them to take turns to sign: "You are really wanted? The camera in our store has not changed for three months. It must be no problem!"

Huo Jian's starting point is simple.

They need ample and fresh water and food. They need hiding places that are concealed enough, and the identity cover that the police can most easily ignore.

The four warehouses are very likely to be traced and searched, and cannot be used as places to stay and rest.

However, no one cares about the appearance of the kitchen chef.

Even if you go to the same McDonald’s and eat soy milk more than ten times, the guests may not know the situation of the kitchen afterwards, and whether the cook is a man or a woman, which is enough.

Boss Zhou’s western restaurant is a deserted business. They all use hats and easy-going to avoid the camera when they go in and out. It’s a great choice.

After explaining a few words, boss Zhou resolutely pushed out a large purse of cash.

"No rent! I'm very grateful if you can advertise me!"

He looked at Mei Shengyao, but he didn’t care about asking the show crew how to toss them. I repeated 10,000 times: “I’m really special — I especially like your dad’s song. I bought ten of his new album last year. , On the birthday, all good friends were sent a commemorative youth—"

Mei Shengyao nodded obediently with strawberry milk: "I will tell my dad."

Zhou Ji was able to see the idol’s biological baby son at such a close distance that he felt like he was dreaming and rubbed his face: "You look really like him, especially like..."

The two waiters went to work and touched the fish. They found that they could watch the star and listen to gossip at close range, and suddenly they were full of energy.

They simply held a meeting and decided to keep the restaurant open as usual, but the second floor was closed and reserved as a rest area for six of them.

The waiter gave them their mobile phones, and took over to thank Jin for buying a new Apple 7 without hesitation.

Huo Jian finally got the communication tool, and he was relieved in his heart. When he saw the puppet dressing by the window, he turned to look at boss Zhou: "Please help me one more thing."

On the other side, Xie Lianyun drove through most of Lindu's car, touching his fake beard from time to time.

It’s still men’s clothing, the women’s **** are always swaying, and they don’t walk peacefully.

Long Ji was paralyzed and continued to sleep, occasionally rubbing his chair twice to adjust his sleeping position.

"Hey."

"Hey, wake up."

"what?"

"You straighten your hair and it's almost somewhere." Xie Rianyun turned the steering wheel with one hand, and pulled him from the side to hand him the wooden comb: "Hair should be combed like an honest man. Don’t leave bangs fluffy, put away your sao bag."

Long Jiao snorted, not much resistance.

Two confused white-collar workers came down from the business car and asked the road a few times before finding the right place.

Fortunately, things are going very smoothly.

Dean Ye was in the office, and before Xie Lianyun introduced himself, he shook the teacup in his hand: "Your beard is a little crooked."

Xie Lianyun: ...!

"Please sit down, there is a seat here."

"Okay...Okay."

"I've seen you many times." The female dean sipped her tea calmly and continued to knock on the mail: "Last summer, my maiden begs to be on the plane to see your concert. This year you didn't take the crown. After crying, her crying grandma thought I was training her again."

The two young idols suddenly felt a rush of being talked about by the grade director.

Even the elder brother of the photographer who was filming secretly did not consciously stand up a lot.

"Later, she desperately took the first grade, and I accompanied her on the plane when I went," she paused for a few seconds when she knocked on the keyboard, and turned to look at Xie Lianyun: "We bought the front row, and then my daughter Call your husband in front of me."

Xie Lianyun's cold sweats came down and said dryly: "Hug... sorry."

"There is nothing to apologize, or there are not enough homework for the summer vacation." Professor Ye hit the Enter key and turned his chair to talk to them about the business: "How come it suddenly came and did the show? Need to find a teacher from our department?"

Long Ji, who didn't wait for the line, quickly took the lamp out.

Professor Ye pushed the glasses and looked at the structure before and after receiving the lamp.

Xie Lianyun kept busy explaining the rules of the program and the function of the lights, and the tone was euphemistic: "If you are not free..."

"There is still a paper to catch up, really not," Professor Ye said slowly: "But this should be very simple."

She made a phone call in front of them: "Squad leader? Did you fail to sleep in that class, right? There is a chance to make up the exam here."

Less than ten minutes later, a boy rushed in anxiously: "Director Ye, listen to my explanation--"

Dean Ye knocked on the lamp: "Did you see this?"

The squad leader took the order of Empress Dowager Ye, took them to the next laboratory quickly, took out the toolbox three or two times and removed the distance light, and even plugged the cable and cracked at the computer.

"Thanks for coming today," he said, looking at the long string of characters on the screen: "Come back later..."

"How about?"

"This light is dead." The squad leader pointed to the power bar: "If I fill you up, I will make another interface that can be inserted into the charging treasure. She should be able to give a B+ to Empress Ye, right?"