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Quarter away? ? ?

Wang Ping stared at the large LED screen. After half a minute of stunned, he suddenly rushed up the stairs, trying to see it more clearly.

But just after Wang Ping ran two steps, the rocker arm moved away mercilessly, and continued to shoot other audiences.

At the same time, a pulling force came from Wang Ping's waist, and the steel wire of the wire reminded Wang Ping where he was and what he was going to do.

Wang Ping: "..."

Wang Ping glanced at the staff who looked at him in surprise, and quietly retreated, waiting for the opening.

One minute later, the stage was completely dark, and the dry ice machine started to operate. After the stage was covered with a layer of clouds and mist, the background LED screen was lit to display a set of ink landscape paintings.

Wang Ping was hoisted by the wire equipment and sent out from the periphery of the stage.

The moment Wang Ping flew out of the stage, a light was lit on the stage, illuminating Wang Ping's wide-sleeved tulle.

Wang Ping was wearing a set of improved Hanfu, with his hands spread out and flying out from the side, the smoke on the ground far surpassed the fairyland, Wang Ping seemed to be exiled to the world.

"Wang Ping!!! Wang Ping!!!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

The cheers from the scene poured down like a tsunami. Wang Ping landed lightly, raised his head with his sleeves rolled up, and smiled at the auditorium full of lights.

The large LED screen shot a close-up of Wang Ping's face, fully showing his extraordinary beauty.

Ji Zou raised his neck, stared at Wang Ping on the LED screen, and then turned his head to look at him in the stands—under the spotlight, Wang Ping showed a completely different handsomeness from when he was on the set.

He is born to belong to the stage, extraordinary and handsome.

"It's so beautiful." Ji Zuo sighed softly, not seeing the shocked eyes of the young lady sitting next to him.

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Before taking the stage, Wang Ping's heart was full of the person who appeared on the led screen who appeared to be Ji Zuo.

However, the moment Wang Ping's feet touched the stage, Wang Ping faced the sea of ​​stars composed of a large expanse of lights, and in an instant, he completely forgot that Ji Zuo might be on the scene.

Wang Ping's opening performance was basically perfect, with zero mistakes and a super balance. The fans in the audience wanted to hoarse their voices to support him.

The end of the opening echoed the beginning, and a fog rose from the whole stage. Everyone got on the elevator and descended to the bottom of the stage.

The elevator had just stopped, and before it had time to stabilize, Wang Ping had already jumped off the machine, hurried back to find the assistant, snatched the phone from the assistant, and then went into the dressing room to change clothes, while clicking on their live cooperation Platform, open the live video.

Wang Ping put his mobile phone at an angle in the iron wardrobe, and when he put on his shirt, he dragged the progress bar backwards—the progress bar remained motionless, and was still broadcasting the host's interlude.

Wang Ping frowned, and poked the screen twice, the live broadcast was paused, but the progress bar still couldn't be dragged back.

Wang Ping: "..."

The times have advanced to such a point that there is no evolution of live broadcast and real-time playback!

Does this make sense? ?

"No, brother." Yan Si's voice sounded slowly behind Wang Ping, "You ran back in a hurry just to watch your live broadcast."

"It's just in time!" Wang Ping didn't listen to Yan Si's teasing, and grabbed his phone and rushed to his side, "Do you know why this can't be adjusted for playback?"

"Because, as the name suggests, it's live - you want to see a replay?"

"Yeah!" Wang Ping nodded sharply, "Do you have a solution?!"

"Here." Yan Si grabbed his mobile phone from the metal cabinet, clicked on an APP and threw it to Wang Ping, "Here is an APP plug-in that can replay, you can see for yourself."

Wang Ping took Yan Si's mobile phone, dragged the progress bar confidently, and then - dragged on for a while.

The live broadcast started 2 minutes before the dry ice was put on the stage, and the scene where Ji Zuo appeared was not recorded at all before that.

Will Ji Zou come or not...

It's really a mystery.

Wang Ping returned the phone to Yan Si in disappointment, Yan Si raised his eyebrows slightly: "What? Doesn't work?"

"It's easy to use." Wang Ping groaned, opened a cabinet door to block himself, and began to change his pants, "I want to see before the opening, this is not there."

Yan Si: "..."

Yan Si glanced at Wang Ping who opened the cupboard door to block him, and felt that his brother must have undergone a remarkable change in the recent period.

Combined with the fact that Wang Ping brought someone to him to ski over the snow during the previous winter vacation, Yan Si touched his chin and asked, "Could it be... Ji Zou... coming?"

Wang Ping was stuffing his trousers into the cabinet. Hearing this, he simply stuffed his own head into the cabinet.

Yan Si could only see an inch of his neck and ears exposed.

Ripe and red.

"Maybe it's coming." Wang Ping's voice came out, even a little shy, "I glanced at the camera, but I'm not sure..."

Yan Si: "..."

I rely on.

This is so fucking shocking.

Wang Ping, a contestant who signed up to participate in the nerve and steel bar thickness competition every year and won many times, will be shy and embarrassed because he came to the concert alone.

Yan Si's fingers trembled slightly, and the hand that touched the phone slipped a bit.

Yan Si clicked into Ma Pingsheng Chaochao, chose the real-time button, and unsurprisingly found some posts—the LED screen shot by the mobile phone, the LED screen shot by the SLR, and on the screen...

Yan Si held up a corner of the phone and bumped Wang Ping's shoulder.

"Why?" Wang Ping pretended to be an ostrich, not wanting to look up.

Yan Si: "..."

Yan Si put the phone directly in front of Wang Ping.

Wang Ping scanned casually, and saw that in Zou Ma Ping Sheng Chao Hua, the real-time content was all pictures taken on the LED screen. On the picture, it was a very well-known actor, holding a light sign, quietly looking at the stage.

The film king didn't want to avoid suspicion or conceal it at all, he didn't wear a mask, and his face was illuminated by a huge light plate with the word "Wang Ping".

Wang Ping scrolled down and saw a moving picture; Ji Zuo realized that he was being photographed, slowly raised the light board, shook it at the camera, smiled, and mouthed a sentence: "Come on."

The account of the launch picture is accompanied by text: [Fly the earliest flight, I will give you the best support, the number one fan, the best actor, I really lost, I'm sorry, it's love. 】

Wang Ping felt a rush of heat directly from the back of his neck to the top of his head. Wang Ping wanted to save the moving picture, but then remembered that it was Yan Si's phone. He touched his phone, clicked on Ma Pingsheng, and wanted to save the picture. , almost turned into likes again.

After scrambling around, Wang Ping didn't accomplish anything. He dug his head a little deeper into the metal cabinet, buried his face in his clothes and mobile phone, and let out a very small cheer.

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After cheering, Wang Ping tidied up his facial expressions before getting out of the metal cabinet.

Simply put, it is to adjust my state from "ecstasy" to "I thought I was not ecstatic, but everyone can see that I am ecstatic."

cough.

All in all, Wang Ping kept a map of Ji's movements, and Wuyin 300 here pretended nothing happened. When he returned the phone to Yan Si, he was so excited that he almost smashed the phone.

Victim Yan Si: "..."

After Wang Ping changed his clothes, he hurried outside to the dressing room, and pulled up the makeup artist sister who was bored playing match-ups.

"Sister." Wang Ping sat down on the swivel chair, raised his head, and looked at the makeup artist pleadingly, "You paint me better, it will amaze the audience, and everyone will say that you are handsome."

"Pingping." The makeup artist touched Wang Ping's face pitifully, "With this face, you can amaze the audience. Don't be angry, thank you."

Is there any?

Looking up at himself in the mirror, Wang Ping always felt that his hair was a little messy, his eye makeup was a little dirty, including the little stars in the corners of his eyes, and it was a bit like the urban-rural fringe aesthetic.

Wang Ping looked at it for a while, and suddenly found a flashing figure in the mirror.

"It's the lack of fans, I'll give you a little..."

As soon as the makeup artist shook off the remaining powder, Wang Ping suddenly jumped up from the chair, and disappeared after 1 minute.

Wang Ping quickly walked through the chaotic crowd in the backstage, rushed to the executive director he had just seen flashing past, and grabbed him.

The executive director just came to confirm the time, and was taken aback when he was caught. Seeing Wang Ping, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's Pingping, what are you doing? Is there any problem?"

"Director, I want to ask, can we add a session temporarily?" Wang Ping asked, "I have a... friend here, who is also a big shot in the circle, a man of the hour, can he be on stage?"

"What kind of boss in the industry..." The executive director showed a look of embarrassment, "But now the sequence of the program is set, you said before the opening that there is a possibility of adding..."

The executive director thought for a while, and then said: "Then what, it may not be possible to add a segment, but isn't there a segment where the audience will be selected to appear on stage later? Let me help you blackmail him? Do you know the seat number?"

Wang Ping didn't know, but he only needed to take out those pictures and analyze them a little bit.

But that's not interesting.

Wang Ping shook his head and smiled: "Forget it, I'm whimsical, don't worry about it, thank you director."

After Wang Ping finished speaking, he went back to the makeup table dejectedly, and was about to sit down when he suddenly saw a pair of blue colored contact lenses on the table who didn't know who put them there.

This kind of blue, how should I put it—there is a kind of rose called Blue Enchantress, which is almost as blue as that one.

But this color contact lens is very good at packaging itself, naming itself the vast world.

Wang Ping looked at the name, his eyes lit up, and he picked up the colored contact lenses and handed them to the makeup artist behind him: "Sister, what do you think if I add colored contact lenses? Will it be more amazing?"

"Ping." The makeup artist was very moved, took the contact lenses gently, and threw them ten meters away.

The make-up artist pushed Wang Ping on the seat and threatened softly: "It's okay to be beautiful without knowing it, but don't even think about ruining your own beauty."

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This must be a major mistake in the make-up career of a makeup artist! !

Wang Ping didn't understand until the end why the makeup artist didn't accept his suggestion—it was a vast universe, and it was said that putting stars into eyes was the same thing.

After losing the color contact lenses, Wang Ping felt that his handsomeness seemed to be a little less.

At the same time, he felt a little more nervous.

Wang Ping stood under the elevator, taking advantage of the last moment to memorize the movements again.

Bo Yi'an watched him dance his arms and legs for a long time from behind, stroked his hair in a daze, and asked, "Wang Ping, I wanted to ask just now... You, aren't you trembling?"

"F... trembling?" Wang Ping trembled, "Is...is there?"

Bi Fang and Zhou Qixuan nodded silently.

"Are you okay." Bai Yi'an touched Wang Ping's hair, "I feel that you are not usually nervous today."

It's really not the usual tension.

In fact, it has nothing to do with the cosmetic contact lenses, and it is not about whether he is handsome or not, but about Ji Zou...Ji Zou came to see his stage for the first time, and Wang Ping wanted to show it more perfectly.

and.

He will definitely show more perfection.

"I'm not nervous." Wang Ping repeated, firmly said, "I will definitely show my best performance to everyone."

Wang Ping closed his eyes and said in his heart: "Of course, Ji Zuo is also one of everyone."

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Wang Ping didn't give a false promise. He did perform this song perfectly. From the beginning to the end, he didn't have a single movement that wasn't stuck on the beat, and there wasn't any movement that wasn't strong enough.

After dancing three songs in a row, Wang Ping was sweating profusely. When the queue quieted down and waited for the interactive session, Wang Ping first straightened his waist and gasped for two breaths, then he couldn't slow down, and bent his waist for two breaths.

"Then the next step is our interactive lottery." The host held up the mic and said with a smile, "This is also a reserved item for the turnon concert, so today, which lucky audience will be drawn to play games together? Woolen cloth?"

Wang Ping was panting, and when he heard this sentence, his expression suddenly became serious.

Wang Ping was originally in the middle of the line, but when he heard these words, he silently returned to the end of the line——

This thing is pure metaphysics! !Metaphysics says that the last draw must be the best! !

You must draw Ji Zou, you must draw Ji Zou! !

The first few teammates drew out the audience in their own way, and as the team moved, Wang Ping quickly walked to the front of the lottery box.

Wang Ping looked down at the dark entrance of the lottery box, his heart beating faster and faster.

Wang Ping took a deep breath, and put his hand into the box—as if falling into a bottomless ocean, his fingers were instantly surrounded by angular pieces of paper.

There are thousands of seat numbers here.

To touch Ji Zou from the inside...

too difficult.

Wang Ping touched one with his fingers, thought for a while, and threw that away; then he touched another, and just about to take it out, his fingers trembled slightly, and threw it away again.

Wang Ping rummaged through it twice, picked out a piece of paper stuck by the box from the corner, held it in his palm, and stretched his arm out of the box.

Wang Ping's eyes were tightly closed. He opened the note, pointed at any direction, and let the camera shoot.

"It's Area A, Row 5, No. 07." The host announced the content for him, "Let's see, which lucky audience is it?"

The rocker rotated again.

Wang Ping turned his head to the side, and only opened one eye to look at the large LED screen—the camera was deliberately dragged by the rocker arm and moved slowly, stopping after several rows, deliberately attracting people's attention.

The rocker swung around for 30 seconds, and finally stopped after getting enough of the program effect.

Wang Ping opened his eyes in disappointment, lowered his shoulders, and sank slightly—this row is full of girls...

Apparently, he didn't have that kind of particularly good luck.

At that moment, the camera shakes again.

The camera moved down a row, passed people, and stopped on a light sign of Wang Ping.

Then, sweep up from the light board.

Ten seconds later, Ji Zuo's somewhat surprised face appeared on the LED screen.

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Damn it.

Where is Ji Zou surprised.

The audience is going crazy! ! ! !

The person I saw just now is indeed the actor! ! !The film king himself bought a ticket and dressed up to attend, and he also held Wang Ping's light card! !

So exciting! !amazing! !

Wang Ping was stunned. He looked at the LED screen in disbelief, then turned his head, and there was only one person in a neat suit who just stood up among the ten thousand people.

Ji Zou tidied up his suit, and put the flowers he brought inside; then he put the light sign on the back of his chair cherishingly - he didn't want to be in the middle of the concert before the end of the concert. Turn off the light on Wang Ping's name.

"Can you take care of it for me?" Ji Zuo said gently to his neighbor.

"..." The neighbor couldn't speak anymore, and nodded stiffly.

"Thank you." Ji Zuo smiled, buttoned up his suit, and walked out from the crowd.

A ray of chasing light was given to the film king, making him star-studded.

Ji Zuo walked leisurely, as if he was walking on the red carpet of some film festival, walking towards the stage at a leisurely pace.

On the stage, Wang Ping froze and turned into an inflexible little robot, whose body completely followed Ji's movements.

Wang Ping watched anxiously as Ji walked through the crowd, walked to the edge of the stage, and then slowly emerged his head from the stairs.

"Brother Wang Ping." The moment Ji Zuo saw Wang Ping, he was no longer complacent, but ran towards him quickly, "Long time no see."

"Ah... yes..."

This sentence was transmitted through the sound system and echoed in the audience.

Wang Ping's microphone was turned off, but he didn't notice—he only had Ji Zuo in his eyes now, so he was a little at a loss and stuttered.

"Long time no see." Wang Ping stared at Ji Zou, "Ji Zou, I... miss you."

The author has something to say: the microphone is not turned off! ! !