I became beautiful by eating melons

This is the first activity for freshmen to attend after they enter school. Many people signed up and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

During the three days of preparation, the excited voices of students could be heard everywhere in University A.

Originally, Zhao Jinmei and Jia Wenzhen were unsure, but after listening to Ye Rou reciting poetry, their confidence increased greatly.

Ye Rou's voice was soft, yet not sticky, and clear and clean. I was originally worried that her voice was too gentle and that she wouldn't be able to convey a passionate feeling when reciting.

But after trying it once, both people's concerns disappeared immediately.

Zhao Jinmei will never forget Ye Rou's voice once she has heard it, and she keeps playing it in her head.

After listening to Ye Rou's recitation, Zhao Jinmei memorized the content of the poem without any effort; it came naturally into her head.

Jia Wenzhen is more delicate and her feeling is more abstract than Zhao Jinmei.

After listening to Ye Rou's recitation, she suddenly felt a warm current in her heart, an urge to study immediately and contribute to the cause of the motherland.

So the two came to a conclusion: Ye Rou's voice is magical.

When Ye Rou heard their summary, she naturally thought of the system's rewards.

Could it be that the magic sound is manifested in this aspect?

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The competition officially began at 2:00 p.m. on the 10th.

Eight o'clock in the morning is the rehearsal time for the lottery.

Sixteen small groups gathered in the auditorium.

In order to look better for the competition, Zhao Jinmei, Jia Wenzhen and Ye Rou all wore white shirts and black skirts, and tied their hair into two thick braids.

The clothes for the three of them were made by my aunt. They looked like ordinary white shirts and black skirts, but the styles were excellent. They didn't make people look clumsy, but rather sophisticated and full of student spirit.

Ye Rou also brought some cosmetics, planning to put makeup on the two of them before the official competition to amaze the audience.

The appearance of the three people caused a commotion among the other teams.

"We should wear the same clothes, so we can look neat!"

"It's too flashy. This isn't a beauty pageant. What you wear won't affect the outcome of the competition."

"Bingying, should we wear the same clothes this afternoon?"

The teammate standing next to Zhu Bingying gave an active suggestion.

Zhu Bingying had already chosen the costume for her performance. If everyone else wore the same costume as her, how would she show her uniqueness?

However, she blinked and did not reject her teammate's suggestion.

Instead, he said positively: "Okay, if we wear the same clothes, we will look much neater."

"But what should I wear? After all, Ye Rou and the others wore them first, and it would be awkward if we wore the same clothes."

Zhu Bingying smiled and said, "Why don't we wear work clothes?"

"Ah?" The three teammates were somewhat unhappy.

Work clothes are bulky and dull in color. Even though they are a symbol of honor, girls still want to wear something prettier for formal performances.

Zhu Bingying explained: "Our clothes should be related to the content of the poetry recitation. Workwear is the best interpretation. Besides, everyone is wearing small skirts, so we will definitely be conspicuous and memorable if we wear workwear."

The other three were persuaded by Zhu Bingying and agreed.

Zhu Bingying immediately said, "I'll be responsible for finding work clothes and making sure everyone has clothes to wear this afternoon."

The teammates thanked Zhu Bingying one after another.

"Students, please be quiet."

Zheng Daoguan stood on the stage holding a microphone. Next to him was a table covered with a red cloth and on the table was a cardboard box.

"The competition requires fairness, openness and justice, so the order of appearance will be determined by drawing lots."

Zheng Daoguang patted the cardboard box and said, "There are sixteen ping-pong balls in here. Numbers are written on the balls. Whoever gets the number will be the first to perform. Do you understand?"

Zhao Jinmei and Jia Wenzhen both felt that their hands stinked, so they pushed Ye Rou out without hesitation.

Ye Rou was the fourth person to go on stage to draw, and the ping-pong ball she got had the number 6 written on it.

Not too far behind nor too far ahead, the three of them were very satisfied with this number.

Zhu Bingying held the ping-pong ball with the number 4 on it and smiled strangely at the backs of the three people.

Because it was a competition, the rehearsal only arranged the standing positions and the order of appearance.

The rehearsal ended at eleven o'clock.

The competition was about to start at two o'clock. After the three of them recited the poem again, Ye Rou took the box and went to the dormitory for both of them.

The girls' dormitory is about 15 square meters and houses eight people. There are single beds in the middle, two long tables, and two cabinets behind the door, dividing the dormitory into eight small spaces for the girls to store their clothes.

The dormitories are regularly inspected by teachers and are kept very clean.

Ye Rou caught a glimpse of the diapers hanging on the balcony and was stunned for a moment.

Jia Wenzhen noticed Ye Rou's gaze and explained, "There is a girl in our dormitory who was pregnant and preparing for an exam. After the exam, she gave birth to a child. Now the child is three months old. She can't leave her alone, so she had to bring him to the dormitory. She usually carries the child on her back to class."

Ye Rou was shocked to realize that this was not the future. Nowadays, girls generally get married and have children early.

A few days ago, she heard that some students mobilized their entire family to take the college entrance examination together. After passing the exam, they called their classmates at school, and when they left school, they still called their father.

Ye Rou came back to her senses and opened the cosmetics she brought.

She has a beauty system and doesn't have much demand for cosmetics, but after all, it's a competition so she still has to take it seriously.

She talked to Jiang Chen about it yesterday, and Jiang Chen took Wang Honghong to drive around the supply and marketing stores, Friendship Stores, and state-owned stores in Beijing to get all of these.

"Wow!"

Zhao Jinmei and Jia Wenzhen had no idea about makeup. Their eyes lit up when they saw the exquisite and beautiful little bottles, but they kept their hands properly and did not dare to touch them because these things looked so expensive.

After all, Ye Rou came from the future and had some knowledge of beauty and makeup, but the tools limited her performance.

Compared with later generations, the cosmetics at that time did not have professional tools and the colors were too bright.

For example, eyebrow pencil is made of a mixture of wax, oil and pigment. Its texture is not as delicate and smooth as that of later generations. It is easy to clump and requires great strength. If you apply too much force, it will become Crayon Shin-chan.

Fortunately, Ye Rou had the foresight to ask Grandpa Zhou to customize the makeup application tools for her cosmetics.

"Who of you two will go first?" Ye Rou placed all the makeup brushes on the table and looked at Zhao Jinmei and Jia Wenzhen.

Neither Zhao Jinmei nor Jia Wenzhen had ever put on makeup, so they felt inexplicably nervous, but underneath the nervousness there was also a hint of excitement about becoming beautiful.

The two looked at each other, Zhao Jinmei nodded, and Jia Wenzhen agreed.

"I come."

"She came first."

The two people said in unison.

"Okay, then Jinmei, you come first." Ye Rou patted the stool in front of her.

Zhao Jinmei sat down in front of Ye Rou, and she was very close to Ye Rou.

At such a close distance, Ye Rou's face looked like a close-up shot on the big screen. Her already gorgeous and delicate facial features were magnified to be stunningly gorgeous, so beautiful that Zhao Jinmei took her breath away.

"Close your eyes." Ye Rou said softly.

Zhao Jinmei closed her eyes obediently.

After the darkness in my vision, my other senses became exceptionally clear, the itchiness of the brush brushing across my face, the softness of Ye Rou's fingertips, the sweet and sticky fragrance of the ointment...

After Ye Rou started to put on makeup, Jia Wenzhen would ask a few more questions, but gradually she became silent.

"Okay, now are you satisfied?"

Zhao Jinmei opened her eyes, a little afraid to look at the mirror, and looked at Jia Wenzhen for help.

Jia Wenzhen stared at her face in a daze, and suddenly said, "Go look in the mirror over there, Xiaorou, put on some makeup for me."