God's Palette

"Warm up?"

"Yes, before a player enters the stage, you have to raise some expectations, report your reputation and achievements, etc., and then surround yourself with lights and spray some dry ice before you can enter the stage."

"Oh."

"Do you need to do something to relieve stress? Will you be nervous?" the staff asked with concern.

Although this staff member didn't eat dinner and worked overtime for three days, he only slept for six hours in total, and he hasn't even taken a shower yet. It's not surprising that he is in a situation where he can go out and kill someone at any time.But with a beautiful girl like Ya Ya right in front of her eyes, her biological instincts still started to break out, trying to please and care for her.

But pressure doesn't need it.

"Nervous?" She snorted nasally, without concealing her contempt. "Later, someone will taste the so-called nervousness for me."

She folded her arms and looked at the stage with interest.The voice of the host resounded in the venue. Every sentence and every word was used to praise and raise everyone's expectations. The photos and text are very pompous.

"She's even a genius designer—huh?"

Looking at the teleprompter, the host who was eloquent suddenly frowned, realizing that the progress of the event deviated from the script.

He still has 1 minute to say his lines, and the lights and dry ice have not been prepared yet, but the protagonist is walking towards the stage.The sound of pressing footsteps was very clear, and even turned into a trot with excitement on the way. The audience must have heard this strange footsteps—then, she lifted the skirt that was in the way, and took big steps, like a prowler. The flowers that came out of the fence jumped up and landed on the stage.

While laughing, she took a breath, and then slapped the host's dazed waist with a slap.

"The embarrassing introduction can be avoided, I don't need it."

"...Yes, it's the pressure contestant, she...she came in a really unique way, very individual..."

Live broadcast rooms, QQ groups, forums, message boards—all places that accommodate sand sculpture netizens began to discuss the XD conference.The effect of Ya Ya's appearance on the show was really good. Most people began to praise Ya Ya's appearance, temperament, and this free and easy, and some people began to praise the screenwriter of the script. This scene is really eye-catching.

But the staff at the scene, from top to bottom, fell into the helplessness of not knowing what to do.

"Why, I'm not welcome?"

"Welcome, welcome, but your smile looks like you're here to mess things up."

"Hahaha, I will still accompany you to make the show."

……

"What is this guy doing..."

Ye Qianluo was at a loss.I watched the live broadcast well, but when this guy came on stage, Ye Qianluo made it look like he touched his eyes with his hands after chopping peppers.

She had the script book by her hand, and now she had turned to the pages where she made her debut.Ke Ya's actions didn't match any of the lines above, she was completely out of the script, and she didn't know what she was going to do.

When confused, Ye Qianluo found a familiar hand on his shoulder, and a familiar voice sounded beside him: "If you want to treat her as your Ye She's person, you'd better make preparations and protect her." Searching.

"What's the matter, does brother Xun know something inside?"

"yes……"

"Oh, yes, you guys seemed to have a hot chat just now?"

While asking questions, Ye Qianluo took out his mobile phone and sent some messages to the person in charge of this - this was to follow what Brother Xun said, to start protecting his own people.Although she doesn't understand the current situation at all, and she doesn't know why pressure is needed...

"Brother Xun, what is she going to do? Did she tell you?"

"I salute you, I want to criticize Two-dimensional in front of everyone."

"Oh~ what should I do? It scared me to death. Hehehe, this one is good." Ye Qianluo rubbed his hands, smiling, "As expected of my new dog, he started biting people with his master. It's not in vain Pick it up, girl who can do it!"

"I don't know what to say about you... In short, her criticism method is a hundred times more terrifying than yours."

Ye Qianluo only took Xia Xun's words as a joke, so he continued to watch the live broadcast without worrying.Her stage sense is really good, free and unrestrained, just like the usual swearing.And her appearance is indeed high enough, even if she stands there quietly without speaking, just smiling at the camera can be satisfying.

Ye Qianluo took a look at the bullet screen with her mobile phone, and sure enough, she won all praises.

"——Then, Sister Yaya, how are you going to show yourself and win praise from the judges and the audience?"

"To put it simply, there will be a few boxes later, with the lo skirts I designed inside, right? Then I talked about a bunch of mental journeys, such as my family was struggling when I was a child, and my parents didn't buy them, which aroused a lot of resonance and proved me. Is it the kind of bad guy who can blame parents and stir up family estrangement for the sake of skirts?"

"……what?"

The host was stunned again, and the atmosphere that had been so difficult to reconcile now became stiff again.What Yaya said are all the plots written in the script, and they are things that should develop naturally... Although it may not be true, it can trigger extensive discussions, and it is a good topic to earn traffic...

What can I do now?

"But I didn't bring the box with the skirt, and my family is not that tight." Instead, she took out a booklet from her pocket, "But I still have a long story to tell you about my journey. Listen."

The camera focuses on her hands.

Delicate girl's hands with light-colored nail polish.

But everyone didn't care about it that much. Everyone's eyes followed the gradually focusing lens and focused on the booklet.It seems that it is just something that can be seen everywhere in ordinary stationery stores. It is often used to take notes, write some diaries, or write some poetry and prose that are ashamed to see people.

But on the cover, the word "list" scrawled seems to exude some kind of magical power.

Ya Ya showed an expression as if he was here to mess things up and deliberately find fault: "Don't worry, I didn't come to read the thank you list. I've come all the way to the present, basically on my own, and I hate those boring words. I plan to thank parents, friends, teachers, etc., that is too boring and does not fit today's atmosphere."

She spoke slowly, but provocatively in her tone.

Her appearance brought quite dramatic and stage effects. Compared with the stiff, boring contestants who seemed to be reciting lines before, Ya Ya could arouse everyone's deep curiosity with just a few words.In other words, if she couldn't respond to the curiosity, she was bound to receive an equal share of curses in return.

"Here, there are more than 20 men's names, occupations, schools, locations, family conditions, addresses... Anyway, it is quite detailed personal information."

"...What are you going to do?" The host seemed to sense a hint of danger.

"These more than 20 men are just the tip of the iceberg of the information I have, but due to time constraints, I can't take up too much time of other players, so I only took out this little bit."