The national school idol is a girl

This question... the photographer was choked up.

The storyboard director immediately answered from the side: "It's almost eleven o'clock in the evening. You have been on a plane for such a long time. Do you want to take a rest first?"

"That's fine." Bo Jiuyi smiled, looking extremely handsome, but his eyes had some changes at this moment: "Where is the training ground?"

Another question caught off guard, the photographer subconsciously said: "First at the beach."

"Playing games at the beach?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Is this also part of Feng Yi's training? We are not afraid of being distracted."

The storyboard director smiled and said, "It's just to train your concentration."

"Okay." Bo Jiu turned around and said, "I'm going to take a bath and then rest, you can do whatever you want."

When the photographer heard this, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

The storyboard director glanced at him, didn't say anything more, and just took the boy's cell phone away from the bed.

When Bo Jiu came out wiping her hair, she looked at the empty bed, and the smile on her lips became even stronger.

There is indeed a problem.

However, Bo Jiu is not worried about losing his phone.

With the control of the remote system, even if someone took her mobile phone to flash it, no information could be obtained.

"After all, I am a hacker and steal hackers' electronic products."

Bo Jiu shook his head, still smiling.

But there is one thing.

These two people were indeed sent by Feng Yi.

She also checked before getting in the car.

Then the question comes, why do things like this.

It’s been a long time since I’ve played this cat and mouse game.

The young man lowered his eyes and blew away the broken silver hair so that he could play with these two.

The three of us had dinner together.

The atmosphere was originally very good.

As a result, the young man suddenly said: "I lost my mobile phone. I lost it in the room. Do you think it's weird?"

The storyboard director also anticipated that there would be such a problem: "It couldn't have been lost in the room. Look for it again and see if you forgot where you put it."

"Okay." Surprisingly, Bo Jiu spoke very well, but the next sentence was a little shocking: "My mobile phone has a very special program. Even if someone picks it up, there is no way to turn it off. At night, I will make more calls." Second-rate."

Not just a few times!

The storyboard director simply couldn't sleep.

Although the ringtone of the mobile phone is nice, it keeps ringing.

There is no way to sleep at all!

"Sir, do you still want to fight?"

The hotel waiter blushed as he looked at the overly handsome boy in front of him.

Bo Jiu smiled lazily: "We'll continue at one o'clock."

"Huh? So late? Why?"

Bo Jiu smiled darkly: "Because one o'clock is the time when humans want to rest most."

The service staff said they didn't understand, but the young man gave her a lot of money, and she worked the night shift, so the job was not bad.

After Bo Jiu finished doing this, he walked back to his room.

This time, she was indeed curious about the other party's purpose.

Perhaps it should be said that Feng Yi’s purpose is.

In short, there is one thing: this is not a training camp.

6 o'clock in the morning.

The boy lying on the soft big bed was still sleeping.

Generally this point.

No one would get up at all.

Except for the old men and women who get up early and walk around.

But doing variety shows is different.

This time, in addition to the storyboard director and photographer, there were two more people, one of whom was responsible for the layout.

"The lights are in place, the time is OK, let's start!"

As soon as the storyboard director finished speaking, someone used the room card to open the door in front of him.

There was a beeping sound.