Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

The wooden door was slammed by Bian Yingning, and the staff in the corridor rushed over thinking that something happened again.

Seeing that it was Bian Yingning who knocked on Shang Qinghui's door, before she had time to invite friends to watch the fun, she was frightened by her glance and ran away quickly.

It's better for people like them to stay away from the fight between two rich girls.

Bian Yingning knocked several times, but there was no response from behind the wooden door.

"Shang Qinghui, I know you are inside now, what's the use of hiding, open the door, I have something to see you!"

However, Shang Qinghui didn't seem to be listening.

Bian Yingning kept knocking on the door until she wondered if there was something wrong with the system or the makeup was too well partitioned and she couldn't hear her voice inside.

"Shang Qinghui, I really have something to ask you, can you open the door first?" Bian Yingning softened again after being extremely hard.

"I have something to tell you, I will pay you a piece of clothing... You have prepared so carefully, now you don't plan to continue participating in this competition."

Facts have proved that Shang Qing fennel does not eat soft and hard food.

The only sound in the corridor was Bian Yingning's voice. Some of the other dressing rooms secretly opened the doors, and the people inside were curiously trying to see something through the cracks, with their ears pricked up.

"Thank you for the wonderful performance that player No. 8 brought us, please allow me to announce the final score of No.[-]..."

The music outside stopped, contestant No. [-] finished his performance, and after the host finished broadcasting the score, it was the turn of the tenth and eleventh...

Time is tight, and they can't tolerate such time-consuming waste.

Bian Ying condensed her heart into a cold voice, and deliberately said with disdain: "Oh, I'm so guilty that I dare not come out to see me now, right? You coward."

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

With a bang, the door of the dressing room was flung open, and Shang Qing appeared with red eyes and wet tears on his face.

Bian Yingning couldn't help but think of the puffer fish with her bulging face. Although there were tears in her eyes, she still had the courage to say, "Who's a coward, how dare you do such a disgusting thing..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Bian Yingning sneaked in through the gap between her and the door, and while pulling Shang Qinghui closed the door and locked it behind her: "Don't talk nonsense, quickly change your clothes and I'll give them to you." You touch up your makeup, it's your turn to play soon."

Shang Qinghui looked at her in a daze as if nothing had happened, and when she came back to her senses, she shook off her hand and said, "What are you doing? Isn't it what you want if I can't perform?"

Bian Yingning took a deep breath: "I don't care if you believe it or not, I'll say it again, I didn't do it."

"It's not who you are, isn't it you who thinks I can't get No.1?"

"If it was really me, would I still be so foolish as to come in front of you with milk tea first? Can't wait to tell you that I'm going to hurt you?"

Shang Qingfen was not convinced and wanted to say something more, but he opened his mouth and didn't know how to refute.

"Okay, what kind of enmity do we have, can we talk about it after your performance is over?" Bian Yingning looked seriously at Shang Qinghui and said.

"Maybe you just want to do the opposite, deliberately making me think you're not so stupid." Shang Qinghui looked away, still couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

It's so strange, when Mingming came back from the toilet just now and saw the skirt was destroyed, her mind went blank for a moment, and then she was angry and anxious, so angry that she wanted to cry, and the sudden anger made her lose her mind.

But now, the truth has not yet come out, and she can resist beating her to death to vent her anger when she sees this "major suspect". She is really well-bred.

Bian Yingning ignored her whispering Bibi, no matter whether she did it or not, if Shang Qinghui really missed the competition because of this, she would feel uncomfortable in her eyes.

She could understand her anxiety just now, even though she was slapped for no reason...Damn it, she suddenly felt so great.

In this world, Shang Qinghui was the person she knew the earliest and the deepest.

Even more so than Bian's father and Bian's mother.

"Hey, go and see if it fits." Bian Yingning handed her the box in her arms.

Shang Qinghui turned her face sideways to look at it but didn't want to glance at it: "What is this, do you know what I'm going to perform? Do you think a casual dress is enough?"

"You will know if it is suitable for your performance today after watching it." Bian Yingning looked at her like this and wanted to laugh.

Shang Qinghui's hands were tight and tight, but Bian Yingning didn't wait for her to hesitate, directly stuffed the box into her arms, and pushed her behind the curtain next to her: "What are you dawdling about, hurry up."

stab-

Bian Yingning helped her close the curtain, she stood with her back to the curtain, she could see herself in the mirror from a distance.

It seems to be the same as usual, except that the hair is a little messy.

Only she knew how violently the heart in her chest was beating.

"Master, you have worked very hard..." The system hesitantly comforted her for the first time.

Bian Yingning didn't answer it.

Now she really feels that this reality show game is far from as simple as she imagined.

But now, the points she had saved with great difficulty were cleared again, and everything was back to the starting point.

The difficulty of the task is increasing little by little, and the road she has to walk in the future will be even more difficult.

……

Seeing the curtain being pulled up, Shang Qinghui lowered his head to look at the box in his arms.

Then he looked up at the silver-white cloth curtain in front of him. The curtain was so high that it almost hung down from the ceiling and reached the floor. No one moved it now, and its swaying arc stopped.

Gritting her teeth, she gently opened the box.

A long-sleeved dance dress like a landscape painting came into view.

Like the gentle warm sun caressing the surface of the green lake in early spring, the fabric of the skirt is obviously excellent at first glance, and it is rippling under the light.

When you touch it, there is a feeling of touching warm jade.

This dress is probably a hundred times better than the one I originally prepared.

She picked up the blouse and shook it off, and gestured for the length of the sleeves, which was about 1.8 meters to two meters.

She has practiced dancing for many years, and others may not be able to shake off sleeves of this length, but it is just right for her.

Bian Yingning...why there is such a skirt.

Was she, after deliberately wanting to stain her skirt, and then took out one in time for her, and then became her "savior" justifiably?

But as she said, such a clumsy calculation, I'm afraid she can't think of herself as a fool?

If it was specially customized for herself, wouldn't she have been preparing it a long time ago...

She is, originally wanted to give her away, but didn't dare to take it out?

impossible.

As soon as this idea came to mind, Shang Qinghui immediately shook her head to shake this conjecture out of her mind.

What is the relationship between them? How could Bian Yingning prepare such things for her.

When the tenth contestant was halfway through the performance, the curtain behind Bian Yingning was pulled back. She withdrew her distracted mind and looked back absent-mindedly.

In an instant, his eyes widened.

I don't know if it's because of the system's production, but Shang Qingfen wearing this suit is so immortal.

The skirt is divided into upper and lower parts.

On it is a chest wrapped in black splashed ink on a white canvas, with mountains and rivers visible above it. Transparent tulle winds up from the chest collar and falls down the arms, and the spring scenery can be vaguely glimpsed.

The long sleeves are now tucked behind the wrists, making the sleeves look like wide sleeves.

The hem is layered on top of each other, the inside is a white inner layer, the middle is a black landscape painting that gradually changes from top to bottom, and the outermost layer is a white gauze skirt.

A large light green to almost white ribbon wrapped around the back of the waist echoes the color of the straps on the chest. As she walks, gold and silver seem to flash between the skirts. It is really a classical landscape painting that is free and unrestrained.

"What a fairy." Bian Yingning murmured softly.

Shang Qingfen didn't seem to hear it, but she just turned her face away: "This clothes... can't compare to mine at all."

She originally wanted to point out some shortcomings, but she couldn't find out right away, so she could only say this dryly.

"The wholesale ones can't compare to your customized ones." Bian Yingning didn't argue with her, and she didn't have time to appreciate it carefully. She pulled away the chair in front of the vanity mirror and motioned for Shang Qinghui to come over: "Hurry up, I'll help you put the Fix your makeup."

She just cried and spent a lot of makeup.

Seeing her being so attentive, Shang Qinghui reluctantly raised his chin and sat down, closing his eyes.

"Will you?" She seemed to be provocative, thinking that the two had a big fight not long ago, her expression was not natural.

Bian Yingning snorted coldly: "Of course not, just wait until you become a giant panda."

Shang Qinghui subconsciously clenched her fist on her knee.

The air cushion eye shadow eyebrow pencil blush loose powder touched his face, and then he walked away.

Shang Qinghui closed one eye tightly and opened the other quietly, seeing that Bian Yingning's figure was just getting something behind the changing curtain, she opened both eyes and looked into the mirror.

Well, not a national treasure.

Hearing footsteps that Bian Yingning was about to come back, she quickly closed it again.

Shang Qinghui was already dressed up, and the high bun was already done. Bian Yingning carefully styled her again, put away the fallen hair, and finally covered her gently with the matching silver chain veil.

The cold touch made Shang Qinghui open his eyes all of a sudden, and met Bian Yingning's jaw and neck very close to Bian Yingning who was leaning over to tie the veil behind her head.

A slight fragrance hits.

Shang Qinghui took a deep breath calmly, the neckline that she opened wide because of the movement of leaning over was right in front of his eyes, Shang Qinghui suddenly felt a little itchy in his nose.

The silver chain of this veil can't be some junk, it makes her almost allergic.

"Next, we invite No. 11 contestants to perform on stage..."

Along with the voice of the host outside, there was a knock on the door of the dressing room.

The staff knew that Shang Qinghui's clothes were damaged, so he probably wouldn't participate in today's competition, but he couldn't help calling.

Even though it was like sprinkling salt on someone's wound, he still bit the bullet and came over.

"Hello, the No. 12 contestant will come on stage next, please wait at the side of the stage." After saying this, he ran away in a hurry, for fear of being caught by Shang Qinghui and tripping him up.

Bian Yingning inside straightened up, looked at Shang Qingfen who obediently closed her eyes: "Okay."

She probably understands why Barbie dolls sell so well, which girl doesn't like to dress up something beautifully.

Shang Qinghui looked at the mirror slowly, and she and Bian Yingning were reflected in it, as if they were from another world.

"Do you know who destroyed my clothes?"

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The author has something to say:

After counting, the key word tonight is "short". I will try to come out at three o'clock in the morning for the next update, and I can watch it when I wake up tomorrow morning.