After winning the male lead [Quick Transmigration]

When Chi Qishu came back with a simple mask, he saw the Dama Jindao priest sitting outside.

"With your look, I'm really worried that a leaf will fall off when you're on stage."

If the priest said the Mori type, then it really is the Mori type.

There are also a few leaves hidden in the crooked hair, which are looming when the priest turns his head.

Not to mention, it's really a little sexy.

The body of the sacrifice is well managed, so the clothing styling highlights the muscle lines, but does not deliberately sell meat. The whole makeup looks advanced without too many elements.

The priest is holding a simulated lotus in his hand, which matches his green suit, even without the blessing of lights, this color scheme is very beautiful.

The make-up artist of the sacrificial team obviously understood the characteristics of the sacrificial priest, so he added more shadows to the lines of his face to cover up his baby face, making him look tougher.

Coupled with the height of the priest, even if the priest is just sitting here, it really feels a bit oppressive when he looks at it suddenly.

"You don't change your clothes?" The priest asked in surprise when he saw that Qian Zhang was still wearing the same clothes when he went out, "Or did you lose your clothes?"

"You can't think of me to order," Qian Zhang kicked the priest with his foot, making him sit on the side, "I'm the same as you, and I have to prepare everything myself."

Can it still be self-prepared like this?

The priest heheed, "I want to laugh three times, you are ashamed of yourself! Didn't you see that there was a fight over the make-up artist?"

"Not enough makeup artists?" Chi Qishu glanced over there.

"If you queue up for makeup in order, there must be plenty of time, but who asked the anchor to ask too much? The makeup artist has to draw them to the beauty effect in the live broadcast room."

Looking at the sacrificial priest and seeing him sitting here alone, Chi Qishu felt a little sympathetic.

"Were you kicked out?"

"How is it possible! I can't stand myself coming out! They don't even look at it. The beauty is skinny. You have the ability to cut the bones. What's the skill to toss the makeup artist there!" After finishing speaking, the priest felt The words above still couldn't express my feelings, so I snorted heavily.

"It should be too late to cut the bones, but the makeup artist can make up for it. Isn't it said that there is a magical magic in China called makeup?"

The priest became anxious when he heard Qianzhang's words, "Which side are you standing on?!"

Where to stand?

Is the priest a child?

It's the kids who choose which side to stand on!

"Of course I'm on your side," Qian Zhang stood up, "but I have to get ready to go, and the on-site director should call us over to make adjustments later."

The priest hurriedly pulled him back, "I think you should ask my makeup artist to brush you twice. Even if you wear a mask, what if the host asks you to take off the mask?"

In order to prevent Qianzhang from entering the dressing room, the priest tried his best to pull him down, and finally called his makeup artist.

The priest's make-up artist stared straight at Qianzhang's appearance, she subconsciously wiped the corner of her mouth, and smacked her mouth.

"Ji Shao, your friend is really beautiful and smooth, and everything is very suitable for me, but if you call Ah Guang to design his overall shape, it will definitely be more smooth!"

Aguang is in charge of the costumes, the makeup artist is in charge of makeup, and the other is a hair stylist. The three together form the iron triangle of the sacrificial team.

The make-up artist put down her makeup case, held up Qianzhang's chin with one hand and looked around, complimented Qianzhang while looking at it, and swallowed secretly.

"It's so exquisite! You don't even need to draw eyeliner. The end of the eye itself is slender and beautiful. These are Danfeng eyes!" The makeup artist looked at it and praised, "Sure enough, God chose to be eccentric at the beginning of creation. Look at this small nose. ,is this real?"

As she said that, the makeup artist wanted to squeeze her hands, but seeing the light in the long and narrow Danfeng eyes of the boy under her hand, she smiled shyly and let go.

"Lens can always remove makeup, I will give you some shadows to highlight the outline, what do you think?"

Chi Qishu knew the magic power of this face, but as the makeup artist said, when the lights and the camera are on together, even with heavy makeup on, the face that appears on the screen will be weakened by three points.

So he agreed.

After putting on the makeup, the makeup artist hugged her makeup case and fought hard with her mobile phone.

"I'll just take a picture with the cutie, if you don't let me take a picture, I'll quit my job!"

"You woman!" The priest ascended to the sky with his seven orifices pissed off, "Why are you so nympho!"

"I call it appreciation of beauty!" After the makeup artist finished speaking, her eyes once again stuck to the face of the boy standing next to her. The boy's slender phoenix eyes were smiling, not flattering but proud, "Wow, so beautiful~"

Seeing the nympho make-up artist without knowing it, the priest simply dragged Qianzhang to the backstage preparation room.

The preparation room was very close to the dressing room, and the two of them hadn't settled down yet, when they suddenly heard the commotion over there again.

"Ah, Ding Xiqiu, it's Goddess Ding!"

"Ding Xiqiu is so beautiful and has a strong aura. She is indeed the most powerful female singer in the music world."

The priest leaned closer to Qianzhang, lowered his voice and despised the anchors over there deliberately blowing rainbow farts.

"Everyone knows that Ding Xiqiu's rankings are bought with money. Will such bragging make the car overturned?"

Qianzhang was worried that the partition wall had ears, so he winked at the priest, and the two quickly changed the subject.

"Did your fans get tickets this time?" Qian Zhang asked.

"I asked for five tickets from the channel myself, and then I gave them all out through a lottery draw in the live broadcast room." The priest stretched out his long legs, half paralyzed on the seat, and the whole person was lazy, not afraid of crushing his appearance .

"The host only has 50 tickets in total, and you get five by yourself?" Qian Zhang felt that this person was particularly hateful.

"I have more than 700 million fans, and I only got five!" Speaking of this, the priest was quite aggrieved.

Chi Qishu simply ignored this guy, took out his mobile phone and listened to the accompaniment again, the priest came over, took off the earphone on the other side of Chi Qishu and stuffed it into his ear.

"When did you write a song specially for me, and I choreographed a dance for you, we're both cheap!"

Chi Qishu didn't raise his head, "Which 'jian'?"

"Cough, don't pay attention to these details."

Pulling back his earphones and stuffing them back into his ears, Chi Qishu emphasized, "Details are important."

The two chattered, and the time passed quickly.

During this period, none of the anchors came in. They were all huddled in the dressing room and arguing with the makeup artist. It seemed that the editor-in-chief had passed before they calmed down.

It wasn't until the on-site director came to the preparation room to finalize the process that the anchors rushed over one after another.

There was no Ding Xiqiu in it.

It is estimated that such a big bowl-level figure will have a special lounge, and there will be a special person to inform the process.

The on-site director was very cautious, and confirmed the names of the ten anchors one by one, and then announced the precautions.

"Everyone, welcome to Snail.com's mid-year celebration, and I hope you can enjoy the show tonight. All of you, our director team has reviewed the lighting and positioning one by one, so everyone should keep it in mind when they go on stage. If something unexpected happens on stage, don't panic, we will make adjustments in the earphone..."

From yesterday's rehearsal to today's appearance, the word that the anchors heard the most was "scheduling".

This word seems to have the power to calm people's hearts. As long as the on-site director said it, everyone would feel at ease a lot.

After the director said the precautions, he finally confirmed the number of people, and then left in a hurry.

The anchors will definitely not waste their free time in the preparation room. Most of them find a quiet corner with their mobile phones, and silently go through the program to be performed tonight for the last time.

The cow was also among these people, but as the opening time got closer, he became more and more uneasy. Later, he even walked around in the preparation room a little flustered, interrupting the practice of several anchors, which made the anchors uneasy. Joy.

But this time has come, and no one wants to cause trouble, so the few remaining anchors have gone out to find new places.

The priest was also one of the people who went out. Only Chi Qishu stayed in the preparation room, and he was listening to the accompaniment with headphones on.

"Aren't you worried?"

Although the man is wearing a mask, the cow knows he is Chishang.

From yesterday to today, the cows were in a hurry, so he didn't have a chance to see Qian Zhang's face clearly.

At this time, the cow looked at the mask on Qianzhang's face, feeling a little envious.

Why didn't he think of wearing a mask?

The cow glanced at the mirror in front of Qianzhang, and felt more and more that the makeup artist had a grudge against him, so he painted him ugly.

Just when he was thinking about borrowing the mask from Qianzhang, he suddenly met the opened eyes in the mirror.

"You..." The cow was startled.

Qianzhang took off an earphone and looked at the cow.

"Can you go and stand aside?" Qian Zhang asked politely but unceremoniously.

The smile on the cow's face froze, "Sorry, I just care about you."

"Oh," Qian Zhang put on the headphones again, "I'm not worried, thank you for your concern."

These words directly rejected the cow's remaining words. He glanced at the mask on Qianzhang's face several times, and finally made up his mind.

"Can you give me your mask? I need it when I go on stage."

Chi Qishu didn't bother to talk to him, who knew that the cow stretched out his hand and pushed him, so Chi Qishu could only reopen his eyes impatiently.

"Sorry, I also need it when I'm on stage."

The cow felt that this man was too unreasonable, so he came to discuss it nicely.

"Then how about I buy the mask on your face? I'll give you 500 yuan!"

The mask Qian Zhang wore was bought when he was going out. It was a simple mask, but the pattern on it was a female Beijing opera map, which matched the song he sang today very well.

So when the director came to ask, he directly decided to wear his own mask on stage.

Seeing that the cow still wanted to pester him, Chi Qishu thought of the mask that the program team made for him, so he pointed him out.

"There must be a spare mask in the program group. If you need one, you can apply for one. However, I feel that if you change the appearance of the program without authorization, you should communicate with the on-site director in advance, or at least let the lighting engineer know."

The cow was unhappy when he heard this.

Don't give it if you don't want to, and find so many reasons.