I stole the hero's golden finger

After Lin Feng and the others hurriedly finished the rehearsal, they began to formally record according to the script.

The stage lights came on, the music started, and the host came to the stage to announce the official start of the "Super Male Model Contest" finals.

There are a total of twenty judges, including professors from the School of Fashion, editors-in-chief of fashion magazines, general managers and marketing directors of clothing companies, and so on.

After the host's lengthy introduction, it was finally the model's turn to show.

All the contestants stand in their respective positions on the stage and are shown in sequence according to the order of rehearsal.

Lin Feng is No.13.

The host's passionate voice came from the speaker, "The first player to appear is No. 63 player Xu Wudun. He is wearing a golf uniform. His favorite sport is swimming. He usually likes to go hiking in the suburbs..."

Contestant No. 63 has dark skin and is very tall, 1.9 meters three-ninety-five. His muscles are not thin like Lin Feng's, but massive, and he looks very strong.

He took the golf club, walked to the designated position, and made a standard swing.

The judges' seats turned green one after another.

The few contestants who appeared later showed their own sports styles. They were quite satisfactory, but none of them were full of lights.

"Now coming to us is No. 32 contestant Zhao Ziheng. Wearing an epee sportswear, he likes all kinds of sports, especially the exciting feeling of off-road driving..."

Zhao Ziheng had a helmet under his armpit, because the epee sportswear was relatively slim, especially for Zhao Ziheng's tall stature, he stole this suit from Lin Feng, the size was a bit small, and the pants were a little tight.

Zhao Ziheng showed himself confidently.

The judges in the judges' seat looked at the contestants' information in their hands. On the 32nd, Zhao Ziheng marked it with a red pen: full score promotion, Mr. Li's intention.

These things in the circle are clear to everyone, and nothing is marked behind the players. Generally, players are scored according to their strength. If they are too strong, they will be suppressed a little.

Those marked at the back must follow the meaning of the mark.

Li Wenhui is one of the general decision makers of this competition, representing Tensen, who is the biggest investor in this model competition. What Li Wenhui means is what Tensen means.

These judges are all paid to do things, as long as they cooperate with the performance.

So the judges all looked at the stage, showed admiring expressions, and then pressed the green light one after another.

When Zhao Ziheng came back, all the green lights in the judges' seat were on, and all votes passed.

Host: "The No.16 player Lin Feng is playing now. He is wearing a No. 23 basketball uniform. He likes outdoor sports. The sport he is best at is..."

The host got stuck for a while, because he was stunned by Lin Feng's smooth movements of walking the stage with one hand, turning the ball with his fingers and passing the ball with his arm.

The host suddenly became excited: "His best sports are swimming and freestyle basketball!!"

The judges at the judges' table also showed amazing expressions, admiring Lin Feng's display without blinking their eyes.

When Lin Feng finished showing and walked back, they looked down at the player profile in their hands. No. 16 Lin Feng was marked with red pen behind: Scoring at discretion, Mr. Li means.

Judges: "..."

It's not that they don't understand the meaning of "grading at your discretion", but how to score "scoring at your discretion"?

If you want to write "no rating" here, they will not press the light directly. How should this be considered?

To fight or not to fight?

If I didn't vote, the other judges would think the same as me and wouldn't score. Isn't the amazing performance of NO.16 too obvious? The audience can tell at a glance that it is a shady scene.

The judges were very conflicted, and they all wanted to sell well in front of Li Wenhui, so they frequently looked at Li Wenhui in the VIP seat.

Next to Li Wenhui was a representative of another investor. The female representative turned her head and asked, "Mr. Li, what do you think of this NO.16?"

Li Wenhui smiled and said, "It's pretty good. If I had his provocative skill in teasing girls when I was young, I might be able to catch up with Colonel Q, haha."

The female representative lowered her eyes, glanced at the short figure whose heels couldn't reach the floor when she was sitting, and then looked at the head of the other party who had to wear a wig because of her baldness.

I don't even look at the time in my dreams, it's in broad daylight.

Li Wenhui did not give any instructions to the judges from the beginning to the end.

Until Lin Feng finished showing and walked back, there was still no green light pressed.

There was a little bit of weirdness at the scene, and the countdown to scoring had already begun.

Lin Feng felt a "thump" in his heart.

All the judges waited for others to press the lights until Lin Feng walked backstage, the scoring countdown ended, and only seven green lights came on.

So he was embarrassed.

Not only the judges were embarrassed, even the host was embarrassed and didn't know what to say for a while.

Li Wenhui in the VIP seat had an ugly face. What did the judges do? He originally planned to give Lin Feng Shisan four lights, but the judges only gave seven!

Lin Feng walked to the players' rest area backstage, and sure enough, he saw his horrible results on the big screen.

He felt that he performed well today!

The models who had left the stage before were shocked when they saw Lin Feng's performance on the big screen!

They thought that Lin Feng's show must be full of lights, because his performance was so amazing.

"Isn't it? How could this be?!" A model gave Lin Feng a sympathetic look.

Lin Feng was expressionless, it seemed that he was not the only one who felt that there was a problem.

It must have been instructed by Li Wenhui.

That night in Wanhe Building, Li Wenhui apologized humbly and begged himself for forgiveness.

With Li Wenhui's character, it's no wonder he could really swallow this breath.

Zhao Ziheng shook his legs, squinted at Lin Feng, and said with a sly voice: "Didn't the show director just say during the rehearsal, don't show too fancy moves on stage, superfluous, treat yourself as a monkey, come out and sell it, Disgraceful without knowing it."

Lin Feng walked over with a bottle of soda in hand.

This soda water is the title brand of the competition, and there are a few bottles where the camera can capture it.

Zhao Ziheng raised his head and looked at Lin Feng provocatively.

Lin Feng unscrewed the cap of the soda water in his hand, raised his hand, and poured a bottle of water on Zhao Ziheng's face.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!"

Zhao Ziheng jumped up like an electric shock, and waved his hands in the air a few times in vain, trying to wave away the water jet.

Lin Feng looked at Zhao Ziheng coldly.

Zhao Ziheng wiped the water off his face, stared at Lin Feng and cursed: "Are you fucking sick?!"

Lin Feng: "Is your ass/butt not hurting yet? Do you need me to recall it for you?"

Zhao Ziheng's face changed suddenly, what Wang Yile said this morning was still in his ears, it turned out that Lin Feng also saw it last night.

He stared at Lin Feng fiercely, "How dare you!"

Lin Feng: "Is it fun to be bald?"

Zhao Ziheng's pupils shrank suddenly.

Lin Feng really dares!

Several models were about to come over to persuade Lin Feng to calm down, when Zhao Ziheng suddenly flinched.

Zhao Ziheng sat back with his neck twisted, and muttered, "Hmph, there's a camera here, so I don't care about it with you!"

Seeing that Zhao Ziheng was scared, Lin Feng casually threw the empty bottle into the trash can next to him, and returned to his seat.

Zhao Ziheng breathed out and looked at the other models present, but there was no special reaction. Lin Feng spoke in a low voice just now, so they probably didn't hear it.

He took out a tissue and wiped the water stains on his face and body, but Lin Feng's phrase "Is it fun to be bald?" was the same as the magic voice in the ghost video, circling in his mind over and over again.

He and Li Wenhui were working together in the car last night. After a while, Zhao Ziheng felt something fall on his back, which was hairy.

Looking back, a bald man with a shiny center and a few sparse curly hairs on both sides appeared in front of his eyes.

Coupled with Li Wenhui's pair of slits cut from willow leaves, thick greasy lips, and the kind of moaning that can only be emitted from a pig's throat when he moves, he almost collapsed on the spot.

Fortunately, he had given himself some medicine in advance.

But the humiliation I paid last night was worth it. No, today's first round of presentation was unanimously green-lit.

Zhao Ziheng thought contemptuously, Lin Feng's results in the first round were like this, and he still wants to enter the top three?Stop delusional!It is impossible to enter the top ten!

Lin Feng looked at the large LED screen.

Every time a model left the stage, Lin Feng's name was pushed down one rank.

Among the contestants, the worst score was eleven lights, while Lin Feng only had seven.

Wang Yile and Cheng Congcong also came out. This time, they got [-] lamps and [-] lamps respectively, and they both achieved good results.

Wang Yile racked his brains to comfort Lin Feng, Cheng Congcong couldn't say anything comforting except for his venomous tongue, he just patted Lin Feng on the shoulder and said, "If you want to be open, just be honest with yourself."

Lin Feng smiled, "I'm fine, and Li Wenhui won't be arrogant for a few days."