Facial Paralysis Capture Program [Entertainment]

After the top ten were born, their daily work suddenly increased a lot. Not only did the competition become two rounds, they had to prepare two songs, but also the usual practice time was cut in half—the remaining half time needed to record various variety shows programs, talk shows and interviews with various media.

No matter what program is being recorded, as long as Bai Zixuan is present, Xia Kun will definitely sit in the audience and watch the show from beginning to end. At first, people will wonder why the prince suddenly became interested in variety shows, but then everyone is no stranger to it , Sometimes Xia Kun is late, and the staff will tease him.

The top ten often have no time to eat because of rushing to the scene, but Bai Zixuan has never suffered from stomach problems, because no matter where he goes to record the show, there will always be a staff member who will go to the backstage to bring him warm millet porridge and milk steamed buns—it is him The signature mantou from "Haozao Fast Food" is his favorite, but the staff refused to tell him who delivered it.

After the performance, there is always a thermos cup in the backstage. On the cup is a huge sticky note with Bai Zixuan's name written on it. Hot mouth temperature, you can drink directly.

No one had ever told Bai Zixuan who sent it, but he also vaguely had the answer in his heart.

The top ten are basically running around during the day, and they can only practice at night, so Bai Zixuan practiced until the early hours of the morning before going to bed. Later, Xia Kun found out about this incident, and since then, a rule has emerged in the apartment : Power cut off on time at eleven o'clock.

Now Bai Zixuan couldn't stay up late to practice dancing, so he could only lie on the bed and practice singing and memorizing lyrics with headphones on. Unexpectedly, Xia Kun still refused to give up. As soon as eleven o'clock came, he began to send text messages to Bai Zixuan to urge him to sleep. One message was sent every 10 minutes, and after 11:30, he started calling to remind him. Bai Zixuan was so angry that he added his number to the blacklist and intercepted all his text messages and calls. Xia Kun was not discouraged at all, and continued to call from another number.After Bai Zixuan intercepted seven numbers, he finally surrendered, turned off his phone and went to sleep.

At the same time, Xia Kun at home returned all the mobile phones of the servants, even smiling.

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A new link was added to the first game after becoming the top ten-the comparison of still photos.

After debuting in the future, it is essential to take flat photos for major magazines and fashion shows, so a person’s sensitivity to the camera and expressiveness in front of the camera are very important. This week they will face the test for the first time other than singing and dancing ——Ten people took a group of still photos, and the international supermodel Ada among the judges scored them. The scores of the hard photos and live performances were added up, and the two with the lowest total scores were eliminated.

Bai Zixuan's shooting was assigned to the afternoon. After lunch, he walked to the studio under the scorching sun. The air conditioner in the studio was fully turned on. As soon as he entered the door, there was a gust of cold air, and the moisture on his body faded away instantly. After halfway through, Bai Zixuan shivered abruptly.

"Dizi! I told you to turn up the temperature of the air conditioner, do you want to freeze to death?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Bai Zixuan followed the sound and met Xia Kun's gaze. The other party immediately turned his eyes away as if he had done something wrong.

At this time, a staff member came over and led Bai Zixuan to go in, and Bai Zixuan followed him to a green screen. A man sitting in front of the computer looked up at him, rubbed his chin for a while, and said, "Here. Let him use the bird's nest, his skin is pale, so it should be suitable."

The staff responded, and took Bai Zixuan to the dressing room. He took a set of pure black clothes from the hanger and handed it to Bai Zixuan. After Bai Zixuan changed, he saw Xia Kun sitting in front of the makeup mirror with his legs crossed. , in front of him was a plastic bowl full of millet porridge.

Bai Zixuan wore a black shirt with silver buttons on his upper body. Two buttons were unbuttoned, just revealing a slender neck. Outside, he wore a calf-length black windbreaker with dark gold epaulets imitating military uniforms, adding a touch of elegance to his whole body. The stock is fierce.The lower body is a pair of tight-fitting low-rise black jeans, which make his legs long and straight, plus a pair of half-leg-length black Martin boots. The whole person looks like Yama from hell, which perfectly matches his indifferent eyes.

A flash of surprise flashed in Xia Kun's eyes, but he said, "What, so ugly."

Bai Zixuan ignored him and sat down in front of the makeup artist.

The make-up artist was a young woman. She straightened Bai Zixuan's collar with a gentle smile, and said, "I think he's quite handsome. Your taste is too tricky, Prince."

Xia Kun rested his chin on one hand, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "What's so handsome, he's not dark."

A motherly smile appeared on the make-up artist's face. She watched Xia Kun and shook her head, as if saying, "Stop pretending, I've seen through you." Xia Kun's face became hot, and he quickly turned away.

The makeup artist was about to give Bai Zixuan the bottom of the rice, Xia Kun hurriedly stopped her: "Wait a while, let him drink the porridge before putting on makeup."

Bai Zixuan said, "I've already had lunch."

"Then you have to drink the porridge, who knows how late this photo will be taken, drink some millet porridge to warm your stomach." Xia Kun frowned slightly, pushed the plastic bowl in front of Bai Zixuan, lifted the lid, and came out There is a gust of heat.

The makeup artist put down the rice cakes, turned Bai Zixuan's chair to the table, and said softly, "Just listen to the prince and drink the porridge. Even if you finish your makeup now, it's not your turn. Personal."

Bai Zixuan had no choice but to obey, and picked up the bowl.

The make-up artist said with a smile: "The prince is not worried. When you change clothes, he is afraid that the porridge will be cold, so he turned off the air conditioner in this room."

Xia Kun coughed lightly and touched the bridge of his nose embarrassedly.

Bai Zixuan finished his porridge, put down the bowl, and said softly to Xia Kun, "Thank you."

Xia Kun stood up suddenly, took a step towards him, bent down to look down at his face, stretched out his thumb, quickly rubbed against the corner of his mouth, wiped off a grain of rice, and snorted coldly: "Sloppy Yes." Then he raised his hand to his lips, and licked off the grain of rice on his fingertips with the tip of his tongue.

Bai Zixuan's heart trembled violently, his breathing became stagnant, and he hurriedly looked away.

The makeup artist saw that Bai Zixuan's face was still tense, but flushed a little, smiled without saying a word, turned his chair back to him, and said softly, "Close your eyes, I will make up for you."

Bai Zixuan immediately closed his eyes as he said, and heaved a sigh of relief.

The makeup artist applied heavy eyeliner to Bai Zixuan, but chose a very light lip color. Finally, he dyed his hair silvery white with a disposable hair dye, and seriously styled it.

"Okay, it's over, open your eyes."

Bai Zixuan slowly opened his eyes, seeing the makeup artist looking at him as if admiring a work of art, then turned his head and saw Xia Kun who was stunned.

"Prince, how is it? My skills are not bad, right? Does it look like a British noble vampire from the last century?" the makeup artist asked Xia Kun contentedly, holding his face in both hands, as if asking for credit.

Xia Kun's eyes rolled wildly, and he muttered, "It's just average."

The photographer's idea is to be dark and dark, let Bai Zixuan lie on the ground, and create a black bird's nest background in post-production, with messy branches overlapping each other, while he is lying in the center of the bird's nest, and some black crows stand on the edge of the bird's nest, the bird's nest Outside is the endless black ocean, where the water and the sky meet, dark clouds are rolling, and it is desolate. Bai Zixuan half-closed his eyes, his face is a little sickly pale, his expression is like stagnant water, as if he has experienced the baptism of the doomsday and completely sees through and let go. There is no worries about the future.

When Xia Kun saw the final film, his heart ached. The sadness shown in the photo made him almost out of breath. Bai Zixuan's sharp chin and thin wing-like shoulder blades were like a dagger, deep in his heart. □□His temples seemed to be pressed by a huge rock on his back, bleeding profusely.

At that moment, he just wanted to hug Bai Zixuan into his arms immediately.

He remembered that Lu Shutao had said that Bai Zixuan was an orphan, and he couldn't help worrying whether he thought of the loneliness of his childhood when taking pictures in order to show the theme of "despair" that the photographer called, and pushed away from the dressing room with a heavy heart Looking at the door, Bai Zixuan took off his windbreaker with his back turned to him, his thin shoulders were outlined by his shirt.

Xia Kun asked softly, "What were you thinking when you took the picture just now?"

Bai Zixuan turned to look at him, and replied indifferently: "I'm reciting lyrics."

"..."

Xia Kun felt like he was running out of space, and the pity that was originally full of pity turned into dumbfounding in an instant.