Anykey

The make-up artist pushed Qin Chen forward like a dog.

Qin Chen made him chase and smiled helplessly.

"Make one, make one, it's hard for us to do it if you don't make stage effects ~ handsome guy?"

Qin Chen's eyebrows were so twisted that he could hold an eyebrow pencil. Yang Cuihua saw enough of the jokes, and finally trotted up, "What handsome guy? When our teacher Qin is one of those hairy students? Call him teacher!" She said while Hang the entry pass around Qin Chen's neck.

The make-up artist scratched her hair in confusion, "...So it's my mentor, but she's too young."

Yang Cuihua and You You proudly puffed out their chests, "That is, the strength of our teacher Qin is obvious to all."

"Lily." Qin Chen pointed to Yang Cuihua's color, and then Yang Cuihua finally stopped talking, and whispered in Qin Chen's ear, "I haven't been addicted yet."

Qin Chen said sternly, "It's better to do more than talk more—especially you."

The makeup artist walked away in a daze, seemingly unable to understand Qin Chen's inexplicable status as a "mentor".

Qin Chen has roughly gone through the material during the fifteen-hour journey. This time, the variety show has a lot of material. The four tutors hired are indeed big hands in the circle. The average age has reached the tip of the tail that is about to be bald. At first, a young and handsome Qin Chen suddenly came in, and I always felt that something was wrong...

Although Qin Chen was very calm about this, there are always people who can't let go, "You must put your mind at ease, you know?" Yang Cuihua felt worried, "I know you don't really want to participate in this kind of event, but you have come here , don’t be influenced by those messy public opinions, OK”

With the mobile phone in his hand, Qin Chen was already flipping through the comments on the Internet: "But I can't blame me for having a lot of hair, and when will the strength in the circle depend on how much hair I have?"

Yang Cuihua choked for a moment when he hit the nail on the head.

"Teacher... Well, I'm the person in charge of the make-up team, shall I make it for you?" A mature and beautiful girl in front of her has bright and big eyes, "Although you have a good foundation, for the sake of the stage effect... you can cooperate with me." ?Our cosmetics are all the best and won’t hurt the skin!”

Qin Chen silently agreed, and when the big-eyed girl was putting on makeup for him, a pair of peach blossom eyes filled with tears suddenly flashed through Mr. Qin's habitually empty heart.

—It belonged to that little fool from yesterday.

Yan Luo was preparing to draw lots in the background, and it was almost time to draw lots, but he didn't know where the lottery was.

"Brother Yan, don't worry, this variety show is still very formal, there shouldn't be any messy inside stories..." Well, the little assistant comforted Yan Luo again, she said so, but clasped her fingers tightly Holding her competition certificate, she almost poked through the plastic-enclosed competition certificate.

Yan Luo was grinding around in the small lounge, his well-shaped eyes were closed, and his thin eyelids drooped down, revealing a deep crease above, which showed that the double eyelids must be beautiful.But the beautiful double eyelids are now trembling, like a butterfly resting restlessly, and the long black eyelashes are trembling slightly.

Yan Luo gritted his teeth, "Don't, don't..."

Don't draw behind Wei Yangqing.

Wei Yangqing is also one of the students, and his style is very similar to that of Yan Luo. If the two collide, they will suffer heavy casualties. It is not that Yan Luo is weak, but they must be afraid of Wei Yangqing. Holding a bit of inexplicable hostility...

Yan Luo suddenly opened his eyes, black is black and white is white, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful, "Why do you think they are here for the competition?"

The little assistant was stunned, "Huh? Why?" She thought hard, "Is it to prove myself? To test my learning results? Uh... I really can't think of it."

Yan Luo fell silent. Although the little assistant didn't understand, she still didn't speak. She always felt that there were many things in Yan Luo's eyes.

"My purpose couldn't be simpler." Yan Luo closed his eyes and whispered in a barely audible voice, "I'm here to find a way out."

Assistant: "!" She was shocked, "Brother Yan! What are you talking about? How come you are about to find a way out? Is... what happened?" She blushed, "Although I, I'm just a temporary assistant, but I can also help you share..."

Yan Luo raised his head, the light in the lounge was a bit dazzling, "So I can't lose."

The assistant moved his lips in a muffled voice, and stopped talking.

"The sign is here, come out and touch one."

Yan Luo opened his eyes abruptly, tapped the sensor with his competition certificate, and opened the door.

An opaque box, it looks very thick, Yan Luo's heart beat violently, as if he was holding a live rabbit, he hesitated and stretched out his hand.

"Oh, hurry up, you are the last one, does it make any difference?" The staff pushing the cart looked very impatient, and kept urging Yan Luo.

Yan Luo frowned, "Why am I the last one to touch it? Isn't this drawn according to the ranking of the top sixteen?"

Staff: "I'm just in charge of pushing this cart over for you to smoke. How do I know the messy order?"

Yan Luo smiled wryly, "It seems that there is no escape." He rolled up his sleeves and took out the last ball.

7 No.

"Number 7" the staff took out a notebook and wrote it down, "I can go to the backstage in about an hour to prepare for the stage, and we will notify you when the time comes."

Yan Luo didn't move, "Thank you." He returned the ball.

The assistant looked at Yan Luo ignorantly, neither happy nor sad, and asked anxiously, "Brother Yan, is there something wrong with this lottery?"

Yan Luo is only a third-year student, but he also knows what to say and what not to say. He pressed his index finger knuckles between his eyebrows and rubbed them vigorously, "It's okay."

Those who have participated in the competition have their own ideas. If they want to leave a deep impression on the audience, the best opportunity is nothing more than the beginning and the end. The number 7 is drawn in the top sixteen. This is really...

Yan Luo cheered up, "It's okay, anyway, I don't rely on this to attract attention."

The assistant asked him tentatively: "Do you want me to ask everyone's order?"

Yan Luo thought for a while, "It's fine, but if people don't want to say it, don't force it."

The assistant nodded quickly and walked away in small steps.

Qin Chen has found his seat under the guidance of the staff, he hesitated for a while staring at the five golden chairs on the stage, "Really sitting there?"

The staff nodded affirmatively, "The first position on the left is yours, teacher."

Qin Chen looked at the chair silently, as if he wanted to jump up and scream "I'm rich", and tried to forcefully save it again, "Can you..."

The staff was straightforward: "No, the other four instructors have asked the same questions as you, and they all compromised when they finally sat down."

Qin Chen no longer struggled, he calmly looked at the stage where the light test began, "That's how it is."

[This program attracted me at first because of the four bald heads]

[Why is there an extra mentor——not bald yet? 】

[I'm afraid it's not a student who went wrong, he's too young]

[Didn't the trailer say it was from the national team?I have never seen this person]

[I'm going to pick up a 40-meter sword and cut off the director, such a handsome little brother won't give me a few more seconds]

[Where did you find this little boy? 】

[It is really too much to say bald, although I also think so hhhhh]

……

Within a few minutes of broadcasting, the barrage filled the screen like a water gun.

"Sing to the End" is a new program introduced by Apple Channel. It uses a live broadcast method, and netizens vote online to determine the students' grades. Once it was broadcast, it attracted great attention.

"I know you." A female tutor next to Qin Chen turned slightly and looked at him with a smile, "Your teacher and we have both told you about you."

"Mr. Shen." Qin Chen nodded in greeting. This lady is famous in the circle for her huge lungs, and her voice is refreshing. "This is the first time I have participated in this kind of activity..." Qin Qin She gave a troubled look.

Ms. Shen smiled heartily, "It doesn't matter, just tell the truth, we all do it like this—however, we still have to be careful, after all, we are still children, young, and there is still a long way to go, so we can't kill them all with one blow."

Qin Chen nodded thoughtfully, "Property... I know." He nodded sincerely at Ms. Shen, "I will pay attention."

Ms. Shen nodded with satisfaction, "Young people are awesome. Although you are not seen often in China, I heard your nomination when I went to participate in the Sloan Awards last time."

Qin Chen closed his suit modestly, "It was the organizing committee's promotion."

Ms. Shen still wanted to say something, but all the lights in the venue went out, and her own breathing could be heard clearly in the dark, she closed her mouth regretfully, just now she wanted to introduce some students she admired most to Qin Chen Woolen cloth.

"What's Ching Yang's number?" The little assistant elbowed the other assistant, "Let's talk, anyway, I'm going to be on stage soon, so what's the matter."

The other assistant is a dull little boy, he wears a pair of thick round glasses, "I said it, but you have to say it too."

The little assistant was taken aback, "What did I say?"

Male assistant: "What are you going to sing?"

The little assistant hesitated. The repertoire is strictly confidential, but she will be on stage soon... She hesitated, thinking of Yan Luomingche's peach blossom eyes, her heart moved, and she nodded hesitantly, "Okay, I will talk to you quietly. explain……"

"Brother Yan, Wei Qingyang is number eight. I just asked his assistant about it."

Yan Luo responded in a low voice. There was a live video in his lounge. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the man who flashed past the screen, "Who is that person? Is it the new mentor?"

The assistant glanced along, "Oh, yes, he is so handsome and young, he doesn't look like a mentor at all"—especially against the backdrop of the few people around him.

Yan Luo looked curiously at Qin Chen in the camera. He was wearing a classic suit, wrapped in dark black, lined with a white shirt, and he was elegant and solemn for no reason.

"Well, I think he's handsome too." Yan Luo echoed his assistant, reached into his trouser pocket and touched the corner of his business card, and there were two dimples on his cheeks when he smiled, making him look two years younger.