Five years simulation three years first

It took almost an hour and a half for the bus to reach the destination.

They couldn't keep their eyes open when they first got into the car, but now they are a little bit more energetic, walking up the tall and long steps together in twos and threes, talking and laughing.

Although Feng Zhou only had to report a scene for his own class, he was still considered the host group, separated from the others at the entrance of the theater, and followed Tai Mei to another room to put on makeup.

Most of the make-up team are students at school, and among them are several high-tech talents dug from the [-]th Chinese Academy of Fine Arts.A group of people came in and out with cosmetic bags, they were so busy, they had no wages or rewards, and they were all generating electricity for love.

Tai Mei tugged at Feng Zhou's sleeve and led him forward in the twisting passage.

He originally didn't want to use this method of holding Feng Zhou as a child, but before they left, two people specifically told him to be optimistic about a certain first grader.

One is Chen Si, and the other is Yu Shaochun.

So the matter of Feng Zhou Lu Chi was found out by a third person.

Tai Mei occasionally turned her head quietly, but she couldn't tell that Comrade Xueba's thick eyebrows and big eyes would be a road idiot.

The little girl who was doing makeup for the hosting group opened the door, saw Feng Zhou's eyes lit up, she dodged and hid behind the door, and when she came out again, she had a small notebook in her hand.

"Student master, learner master, admired the name for a long time," the little girl stuffed the pen into Feng Zhou's hand, "Can you sign me? I don't want to resell or make villains, and I will pay my respects before I go back and take the exam."

Feng Zhou had never seen anything like this before, so he signed his name on the paper with some seriousness.

The little girl felt as if she had found a treasure, and she said shyly, "I heard that the second grader is also in your class, so can I also..."

Tai Mei pushed Feng Zhou in, pointing at the orchid, "Don't sign it, don't sign it, sign again and collect the money, and you have to pay an appearance fee for the lecture. I'm here to sign for you for free?"

The little girl glared at him: "Who are you, you, throw a hammer."

"I'm the manager of the first and second graders," Tai Mei nonchalantly said without changing his expression, "If the manager says he won't sign, he won't sign, so why bother."

The one who put on Feng Zhou's makeup was a boy with long hair, with a bit of an artist's temperament.

He looked at Feng Zhou in front of the makeup mirror for a moment, and sighed softly: "What a wonderful soul."

Feng Zhou shuddered, feeling for no reason that the temperature in the comfortable room just now had dropped a little.

"What a melancholy, romantic, and wonderful soul," the artist said, "How do you want to transform it? Do you prefer a gentle and warm male type, or a cool and aristocratic type? Or, do you prefer a passionate and unrestrained style?"

"I......."

Feng Zhou originally had difficulty communicating with strangers, but now meeting someone who doesn't speak human language, he just finds it even more difficult.

The little girl I met at the door just happened to pass by: "According to the legalization of normal people, and you didn't let you draw school recruitment questions on people's faces, can you not be too free?"

The artist seemed to roll his eyes reluctantly, and fluttered with the powder cake.

Feng Zhou has been adhering to the tradition that silence is golden throughout the whole process, looking at the mirror with emotionless eyes, not answering or asking questions, and resolutely not giving the artist too much room to play.

But he watched it for more than ten minutes, still couldn't hold back, and said softly, "That, teacher..."

The artist looked up vigilantly: "What? You want to question my level?"

"No." Feng Zhou was a little embarrassed, "The second button of your jacket is buttoned to the third position."

The artist glanced at him sadly: "What do you know? This is called the uneven beauty of art."

He really doesn't understand the varied beauty of art.

But Feng Zhou understands the pain of obsessive-compulsive disorder clearly.

Although the artist comrade talked upside down, his level was indeed very high, and the work was completed in less than half an hour.

He leaned against the dressing table and feebly took out a cigarette from his pocket: "If you are satisfied, remember to give a good review, dear, next one."

A passerby with a badge mercilessly took the cigarette away from him.

Tai Mei is styling her hair.

Feng Zhou glanced at him from a distance, remembering what Yu Shaochun told him when he got out of the car before, if he couldn't find a way, he must stay where he was and not move around, so he stood obediently in front of the makeup mirror, bowed his head and recited the speech silently.

It is said that the opportunity to report this time was obtained by Tai Mei's selling her soul, and it can be said to be hard-won.

But he really wasn't sure he couldn't break the chain.

He had just finished putting on his makeup, and he still hadn't gotten used to the uncomfortable feeling of the foundation sticking to his skin, and in three hours or less, he would have to speak to tens of thousands of people in the school.

very scary.

Feng Zhou's heartbeat was beating drums again, and it was pounding violently in his chest, as if he wanted to find a place to escape.

It is time to escape before he comes. He is now like being pushed out of the market. The cards in his hand are Ms. Shen Yingying's two hours of tutoring and the experience of speaking before English class, plus an unashamed Heart.

When Tai Mei came to look for him after putting on her makeup, she saw Feng Zhou with his head down, walking around with a one-meter-long radius centered on the makeup mirror.

He thought it was a little funny, and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, let's play with them."

Feng Zhou responded subconsciously, but remained nailed to the spot.

Tai Mei tugged and tugged at the man, finally managed to do so: "Feng Xueba, don't be so nervous, you're all frozen."

"I'm not nervous," Feng Zhou opened his eyes and said nonsense, "I'm really not."

Tai Mei looked at his face that was paler than foundation: "Okay, fine, don't be nervous."

The two sneaked out of the dressing room, turned a corner along the fire escape next to it, and came to another larger dressing room. Before the door was opened, the noise from the room came out through the wall, blurring the faces of the two of them. .

An eight-foot strong man with a painted face is holding the Qinglong Yanyue knife, and he leaps over the benches in the middle, chasing another strong man with a painted face, scaring a group of people wearing Kumamon doll coats and screaming Hug together.

Tai Mei stretched her neck and looked into the room over the clutter, and finally found a quiet corner in a corner compared with her roommates.

They put their heads together, as if they were not at all interested in the scene where Yun Chang wanted to take Yide's life next to him, and focused on the screen in front of him.

The chickens and dogs are flying around outside the screen, and the screen is bloody.

"Aren't you going to play games with me?" Tai Mei's eyes widened. "Is there any classmate who loves you?"

Yu Shaochun "hush": "It's noisy enough, you stop for a while."

He raised his head inadvertently, and saw the person standing behind Tai Mei, and seemed to be stunned by surprise.

Feng Zhou had never put on makeup before. Although he only put on light makeup this time, it still made his lips red and his teeth white. He replaced it with rimless glasses that were placed on the bridge of his nose in a gentle manner, and his eyebrows and eyes were gentler, a little more than usual. Bookish.

The character who had just majestically killed the opposite character stood there blankly.The enemy didn't know, so he was ecstatic, killed them quickly, and made a lot of money.

Tai Mei snorted coldly: "The people will pay you back, and I will discuss the manuscript with them."

Yu Shaochun said "Oh".

Seeing him looking at him foolishly, Feng Zhou pointed to the phone: "Don't hang up."

"Ah good."

Yu Shaochun bowed his head, but his hands slipped on the screen for some reason, and he was a little disobedient.

"President Yu!" Tang Qian screamed, "Don't give it away!"

As soon as Feng Zhou sat down next to Yu Shaochun, he saw the white-clothed swordsman gliding headlong into the enemy's encirclement.

Yu Shaochun quickly admitted his mistake: "Mine, mine, I'm sorry."

Lu Xiaonan was well aware of the unexpected situation, and sighed: "From now on, the king will not go to court early."

Chen Si was watching them playing games, and when he heard this, he raised his head and asked, "Why don't you go to court early?"

Lu Xiaonan shook his head.

Tang Qian didn't bring headphones, and the game sound effects were powered by power amplifiers.Feng Zhou sat quite close to him, and heard a faintly familiar voice pointing Jiangshan in the game sound effects.

"Who else is there besides the three of you?"

"There is also Li Guohao," Tang Qian said, "Our rookie shooter has a height record of 1-8-7."

Feng Zhou raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

07:30am.

"He got up so early to play games with you?"

Tang Qian laughed dryly: "Maybe."

Feng Zhou looked at the group of Internet-addicted teenagers, and couldn't help but educate him: "It's fine to play here, and you have to study hard when you go back."

"Hmm."

"There is still more than one month to the end of the term, don't fall out of the second shift and cry and never come back."

"Hmm."

"Also, in the future, Yu Shaochun asks you not to be available whenever you want to play games," Feng Zhou frowned, "He can do everything, so you can do everything when you play with him?"

Yu, who was extremely quiet after delivering the head just now, was suddenly cueed: "It's none of my business! It's because of their lack of willpower!"

Feng Zhou sneered, noncommittal.

The few heroes who had just been around for a long time were finally tired, so they rested on a chair beside them and asked the makeup artist to touch up their makeup.The Qinglong Yanyue Knife was put aside, and an iron ring fell off the blade.

The character controlled by Tang Qian died under the tower again: "Mr. Yu, you should pay attention to my life and death anyway. How can you abandon my brother?"

As soon as he finished speaking, another strange voice came from the microphone.

The voice was not loud, but because of the sudden silence around it just now, Feng Zhou heard it clearly.

It was a female voice, it seemed that her voice was not very good, she gasped after saying three words, her articulation was not very clear, and said softly: "Little brother, why do they call you Mr. Yu?"

It was numb and numb, and Feng Zhou's heart skipped a beat when he heard it.

The few people who played the game together were also stunned.

Lu Xiaonan closed Mai and asked Tang Qian: "Didn't you say that the companion you're looking for is a boy?"

"That's right," Tang Qian said, "The guy who wrote the copywriting, the wild king shoots his father. I just picked a support in seconds, and I thought it was wrong to deceive consumers?"

"Can't you ask him before placing an order?"

Tang Qian wanted to cry without tears: "At this point, there is only one companion to play with online, and Mr. Yu still insists on asking for five rows. If you don't have five rows, you can't bring it. What can I do?"

Feng Zhou glanced at Yu Shaochun's screen.

The little deer girl was riding on the swordsman's head, occasionally raising her staff to help him clear his troops.

Although the speech is not clear, it can be seen that it is still a bit level.

Level than him.

The accompanying comrade accidentally revealed his gender, and directly silenced these four, just wanting to finish the game quickly.

But the girl didn't seem to understand why the channel suddenly fell silent, and wanted to brighten up the atmosphere: "I can also call my little brother, Mr. Yu, Mr. Yu, do you have a game cp? Do you want to go out and have a relationship?"

Lu Xiaonan cast a gloating glance at Yu Shaochun.

Feng Zhou leaned on the back of the chair, waiting for Yu Shaochun's reply.

Yu Shaochun didn't turn on the microphone, and directly typed a line in the team channel:

[VanGough]: I have already tied cp with my girlfriend, she is watching from the side