The queen transforms into a transparent person? Bring the system and take the entertainment industry

"gather!"

The whistle sounded again.

Fang Feifei walked slowly into the dance studio.

Jiang Yue, Shen Ruojin, and Shi Yingxue stood side by side.

In front of them was a middle-aged man with long hair, dressed in fancy clothes and with a serious face.

However, no matter how serious he was, the three of them couldn't help but cast surprised glances at Fang Feifei.

"How...how could you..." Shen Ruojin covered her mouth in surprise.

Jiang Yue's pupils widened even more.

You know, Fang Feifei, who was extremely poor, even knelt down to Jiang Yue in order to raise money to buy team uniforms.

"Oh, your street sweeper mom has transferred money to you?" Jiang Yue sneered, "You think you can last until the day of the draft with a team uniform? That's funny!"

Fang Feifei entered the queue unhurriedly, "The world is still uncertain, who is the dark horse?"

Shi Yingxue sniffed the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, carefully pulled Fang Feifei, and said in a low voice that only the two of them could hear, "Say less!"

"What are you doing! Do you think this is a vegetable market? Cheer up!"

The dance teacher roared angrily, and then the gunpowder breath came down.

They have just formed a group, and some of them have no dancing skills, such as Fang Feifei.

What you need to do is press your legs, lower your waist, and perform plank support for physical training.

"Xiaoxue, is there any way to increase your popularity?" Fang Feifei pressed her legs on the horizontal bar painfully, sweating profusely.

Originally, she could sing and dance, but who knew that the bones of the original owner's body were as hard as cement and steel bars? I don't know if her soul has been tortured by illness for a long time, but she just practiced for a while and became exhausted.

Although the pain was excruciating and even though she felt uncomfortable all over her body, Fang Feifei still gritted her back molars and continued to persevere. At the same time, she did not forget to think about the task of the wool harvesting system.

"How can there be..."

Shi Yingxue spoke softly, but before she could finish speaking, Jiang Yue on the other side interrupted, "If you want to be famous, go sing on the street. Aren't you very good at it?"

Jiang Yue was sarcastic, but Fang Feifei's eyes were bright, "This is a good idea!"

Of course, what he got in return was Jiang Yue's scorn.

The training didn't end until ten o'clock. Fang Feifei returned to the dormitory, put on thick cotton clothes, and walked out without stopping.

The cold wind was as sharp as a blade. Under the skyscrapers, there was a wide square with fountains and pools bubbling water. Street lights and neon lights lit up the night.

She couldn't help but pause for a moment. Thirty years had brought about earth-shaking changes.

At this time, the sound of the engine was like the roar of a wild beast, and the sapphire blue car slid past her like a speeding arrow.

Fang Feifei was startled and backed away in panic.

That car was so beautiful, and it was more than a little more advanced than the classic beautiful car she was riding in at that time.

She was like Grandma Wang entering the Grand View Garden, stopping and staring at the car parked at the company gate.

At this time, the car door opened.

What he stepped out were shiny men's leather shoes.

Well-ironed trousers wrap around his long legs. The man is tall, wearing a gray-blue suit, with wide shoulders and narrow waist.

Just looking at the back of his head and tall back, Fang Feifei noticed the unattainable nobility and... the damn smell of copper!

"Brother Chengque!"

With a crisp call, the person walking out of the door with her skirt in hand was none other than Qin Mo, the female team leader who was absent from the training.

Outside the shopping mall with people coming and going.

Fang Feifei stood nervously in the center, looking at the microphone in her hand, and pressed the button. The connected speaker suddenly made a sound, which startled her.

I didn’t expect that celebrities can now have such good-sounding equipment for singing.

Her eyes sparkled, and she was especially grateful to Shi Yingxue for teaching her how to use this equipment.

Even when she went to ask for advice, Shi Yingxue looked like a fool, but it still couldn't stop Fang Feifei's joy.

The slightly hoarse singing voice passed through the microphone, singing the famous song of the 1990s diva Feifei: "Happy Flowers on a Full Moon Night."

Many people stopped in their hurry to watch, and some people put down a piece or two in the singer's broken bowl.

After singing the song, the rustic-looking girl waved to the onlookers, "Hello everyone, I'm Fang Feifei. Nice to meet you."

Everyone: Crazy.

Fang Feifei's bones were rotten after being buried in the loess. She sang songs about the deceased and bore the name of a superstar. She really thought she was holding a concert!

There are fewer and fewer people.

Fang Feifei's smile froze, and Qin Mo's slim appearance appeared in front of her eyes.

She is as white as a ray of light.

Wearing a long skirt, light blue fur, and Bolingbuling high heels.

As Shi Shiran walked forward, his wavy hair undulated, and his beautiful eyes were like a galaxy, sparkling with charm.

Comparing with her, Fang Feifei became more and more depressed.

I highly doubt that Qin Mo would be able to shine brightly even if he stood here without singing at the top of his voice.

She vented her frustration and held the phone tight again:

You said Hongdou misses me the most.

You said that the world is at this moment.

You said that among the flowers, I am the only one who has a special liking...

One of her ballads, "You Say," is not widely circulated, but the eloquent tune is performed by the original owner's slightly hoarse voice, which gives it a unique flavor.

Fang Feifei didn't notice that the Porsche she had been staring at before was parked on the side of the road.

The man's deep eyes were locked on her singing a cappella at the corner of the intersection.

The assistant followed BOSS's gaze and quietly got out of the car.

The company has recently taken over the largest entertainment management company in the industry, and the assistant has learned a lot about the industry. It is undeniable that the person in front of him is very stable.

The only regret is that the image is so bad.

People like this have no way out in the fast-paced entertainment industry where materialism is rampant. I don’t know what the boss wants to do when he stares at her? The assistant waited respectfully for instructions.

Fang Feifei was immersed in the past and noticed someone approaching, but she didn't take another look until the visitor left, and there were two more red Mao Zedong coins in the broken bowl.

It's time for new banknotes! She deliberately remembered it from the memory of the original owner.

! !

The singing stopped abruptly.

Fang Feifei suddenly raised her head and looked at the eye-catching car unexpectedly.

The distance was about twenty meters, but when their eyes met, she could clearly see Song Chengque's face, its sharp outline, tall nose, and thin lips.

It seems familiar, as if I’ve seen it somewhere?

It's just strange that she should never forget such a top-notch man! For a moment, Fang Feifei couldn't tell whether it was the original owner who was familiar with this person or whether it was herself.

His eyes were cold and gloomy like an executioner's.

Sure enough, money inflates people.

This man looked at others as if he was looking down on all living beings.

"BOSS." The assistant returned to the driver's seat and smiled flatteringly.

Songcheng was indifferent and indifferent, and it was rare for him to find anything that attracted his attention. Being able to stay for half a minute for this street performer was considered a blessing that this girl had earned in eight lifetimes.

Seeing Fang Feifei looking here in a daze, Song Chengque's interest waned as the singing disappeared.