I thought I was the first gourd in the camp

Mo Tingxing slapped He Simeng's hand off Lu Zhaomian's head with a slap, and glared at He Simeng, with eyes full of words, "Which pot is not open, which pot should be lifted."

After all, He Simeng and Mo Tingxing were friends, and when Mo Tingxing pouted his butt, he knew what kind of fart he was going to fart. Naturally, he understood such an obvious hint, and subconsciously recalled what he just said, There was some shame on his face.

It seems that he really can't open which pot he can't lift.

He Simeng's mind turned quickly, and he quickly changed the topic.

"Brother, you have just turned 20 years old, how tall are you now?" He Si dreamed of the embarrassment of not being able to touch Lu Zhaomian's head just now.

"184, it seems." Lu Zhaomian squinted his eyes and thought about it, hesitated for a moment and added, "It should be longer."

The 26-year-old Mo Tingxing looked back at Lu Zhaomian sadly.

I'm not sour, really.

He Simeng, who was only 174, swallowed, secretly sad, and said that he was not sour either.

"Don't grow any longer, there seems to be no one taller than you in our camp?"

He Simeng is more natural and familiar. He has met most of the players before the initial rating. After thinking about it for a long time, it seems that Lu Zhaomian's height is more prominent.

"Yes." Lu Zhaomian was silent for a moment, remembering the time when she saw Zhuang Zhi in the corridor before going on stage.

At that time, the distance between them was very close, when Lu Zhaomian raised his eyes to look up, he could just meet the tip of Zhuang Zhi's nose.

There was a small mole on the tip of Zhuang Zhi's nose, which was very eye-catching, Lu Zhaomian couldn't help but look at it twice.

"Zhuang Zhi is taller than me." Lu Zhaomian thought for a while, and gestured in front of He Simeng, "I should be here with him."

"Then Zhuang Zhi must be 1.9 meters?" He Simeng estimated the length of Lu Zhaomian's gesture, and said in shock.

Before anyone else could express their opinions, the radio outside the house rang.

"Attention all students, the dinner will be open at six o'clock, please hurry up and go to the cafeteria hall to eat." Each floor of the small building is equipped with a radio. The time is coming.

"Are you envious? It's useless to be envious, no matter how tall he is, he can't divide you by a few centimeters." Mo Tingxing took advantage of his height and rubbed He Simeng's head.

Mo Tingxing pointed to the outside of the house, and said to Lu Zhaomian, "I've pasted up the name tag for you, but the sheets haven't been changed yet, can you fix it? If it doesn't work, I'll fix it for you when we come back from dinner."

Mo Tingxing may be because of He Simeng, a child who has been tossing around all day, and is used to wiping his butt behind him every day, and gradually developed a bit of an old mother's character.

Besides, Lu Zhaomian has a good personality, plus his family conditions...it is understandable for him to take care of him more.

"Thank you brother." Lu Zhaomian smiled at Mo Tingxing, the dimples on her cheeks were faintly visible, "I can handle it."

The smile on Mo Tingxing's face became more sincere.

He is not as heartless as He Simeng, who rushes to make friends with him when he sees that he is handsome.

Perhaps because of the sequelae of Lu Zhaomian's first stage, he felt a little scared when he saw Lu Zhaomian come in.

The ferocity and hostility in Lu Zhaomian's eyes during the performance were like fragments of a smashed glass bottle, piercing into his brain.

It's too fierce.It's not easy to get along with.This was Mo Tingxing's first impression of Lu Zhaomian.

It's just that I didn't expect that there was such a big contrast between him in private and on stage.

Mo Tingxing's eyes turned around the dimples on Lu Zhaomian's cheeks several times, and he couldn't hold back the corners of his lips.

The dimples are still quite pleasing.

"Okay, okay, let's go cook, I'm so hungry." Jiang Fu pushed He Simeng in front of him, "What is the box lunch at noon? Pigs won't even eat it."

He Simeng: "...Please be careful with your words." Unfortunately, he finished his meal.

Lu Zhaomian's dormitory is on the first floor, and there is no trouble of crowded stairs at all. When they arrived at the cafeteria, there were not many people.

The warm yellow lights in the cafeteria turned on and hit the food, adding a bit of temptation to the already good-looking food.

As soon as Lu Zhaomian entered the cafeteria, his eyes lit up. Relying on the advantage of his long legs, he passed He Simeng who was parallel with him in a few steps, and rushed to the vegetable area in the blink of an eye.

"Wow, it looks delicious." Lu Zhaomian walked around the vegetable area for a long time, and finally stopped in front of a window.

He Simeng walked over, and gave Lu Zhaomian the dinner plate in his hand, and looked at the window curiously, wondering what attracted Lu Zhaomian.

"My God, the show crew is really not afraid of fattening us up so much fried chicken?" He Simeng said in shock.

Mo Tingxing picked up a handful of vegetables and said, "It's a waste to leave them alone, who would dare to eat them?"

As soon as the words fell, Lu Zhaomian picked up several pieces and put them on the dinner plate.

Mo Tingxing: "..."

Mo Tingxing: "???"

Mo Tingxing watched in shock as Lu Zhaomian picked up one piece after another, and quickly stopped: "Xiao Lu, you can eat two pieces. This thing is not healthy and you will get fat. You need to control yourself."

"I haven't eaten it, I want to try it." Lu Zhaomian didn't take his eyes off the fried chicken for a second, his eyes were astonishingly bright.

His diet at home has always been controlled by his mother, and he hasn't eaten fried chicken since he grew up.

Heard it was delicious.

Thinking about it, Lu Zhaomian grabbed another piece.

Mo Tingxing couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but persuade him, "Don't just eat fried chicken, eat some vegetables."

"Don't worry about him, you eat yours, you can eat as much as you want, anyway, it's provided by the director team, don't eat for nothing, eat more, you're welcome." He Simeng gave Mo Tingxing a hard look .

My younger brother has never eaten fried chicken, what's wrong with asking him to eat two more pieces?

Mo Tingxing, who understood the meaning of He Simeng's eyes, closed his mouth aggrieved.

Jiang Fu watched from the sidelines, glanced at Mo Tingxing, who had an aggrieved expression, and He Simeng, who lovingly introduced food to Lu Zhaomian, and a sentence flashed in his mind inexplicably.

——A loving mother often loses her children.

Jiang Fu: "..."

Jiang Fu slapped his forehead hard, what was he thinking about?

The cafeteria was getting more and more crowded, and Lu Zhaomian and the others walked out of the cafeteria contentedly.

I wanted to go back to the dormitory to have an in-depth exchange of feelings, but as soon as I stepped into the small building, I was stopped by a choreographer wearing a white peaked cap.

"Have you guys finished your meal? Come on, just right, come over and take a single shot." The choreographer pointed to the small room by the corridor, and motioned for the four of them to follow.

Among the four, only Lu Zhaomian had no experience in solo picking. Mo Tingxing glanced at Lu Zhaomian and suggested, "I'll go first."

The others had no objections and watched Mo Ting walk into the room.

I thought the director would let other people watch, but I didn't expect that the door was closed by the staff as soon as Mo Tingxing stepped into the room.

Mo Tingxing glanced at the editor and director who was standing in the shadow behind the light, and silently swallowed.

The other contestants also came back one after another after eating, and all of them were brought into the preparation room by the staff as soon as they entered the gate of the small building.

In order to improve work efficiency, the director specially arranged several more preparation rooms.

Lu Zhaomian was called away by the director again while waiting, and most of the students had finished the solo interview when they came back.

Lu Zhaomian was brought into the preparation room by the staff.

Coincidentally, the director who interviewed him happened to be the one who pulled him in.

Lu Zhaomian bowed politely to the staff, and sat down on the chair under the staff's gesture.

Maybe he was a little tired. Lu Zhaomian was not in a good mood. He was leaning on the chair listlessly, his eyelids drooped slightly, his slender and thick eyelashes drooped, casting a thin shadow on the lower eyelid, and his jet-black, soft hair was not old There are a few sticks up, as cute as a white-skinned and smooth-haired rabbit.

The editor and director seemed a little bit impatient to see him like this, and quickly went through the questions to be asked several times in his mind, and deleted a few less important ones with a little guilt.

Lu Zhaomian cheered up to answer the question.

"We conducted a small survey on all the contestants, asking them who impressed them the most in the camp, and what do you think is the final statistical result?" the editor-director sister asked Lu Zhaomian teasingly, and blinked suggestively.

Lu Zhaomian raised her eyelids and glanced at her, then asked hesitantly, "Who is it?"

"You!" The editor-director sister stared at him hating iron and steel, only hating him for being a piece of wood.

The director snorted unhappily, and continued: "The reason why everyone is most impressed with you is surprisingly the same, and they all say that it is because you are good-looking."

Sure enough, the essence of human beings is Yangou.

The director is only in her 20s. Apart from her job, she also likes to browse Weibo. Naturally, she also sees entries that have been on the Weibo hot search list for almost a whole day.

She didn't take it seriously at first, because her job was special, and she had seen handsome men in their [-]s if not [-]. When she saw exaggerated comments from netizens, she still dismissed them. How handsome can Xin Dao be?Isn't it still a pair of eyes, a nose and a mouth?

It wasn't until she met Lu Zhaomian herself that she realized that she was naive.

"What about you, what do you think?" The director came back to his senses, and continued to advance.

Lu Zhaomian yawned lightly, didn't turn around for a while, squinted her eyes and thought for a long time before remembering that she seemed to have heard the word "beautiful".

Lu Zhaomian touched her chin with her hand, and asked nonchalantly, "Who do I think is the prettiest?"

The director was taken aback, but didn't respond.

But before she could correct it, Lu Zhaomian had already pursed her lips and smiled shyly.

"I think Zhuang Zhi is the prettiest."

The director sent Lu Zhaomian out in a trance, and after watching Lu Zhaomian leave, he caught the last student who was not interviewed sharply.

Zhuang Zhi sat in his seat, and faced with the director's question, he was either silent or simply dealt with a few words.

Unwillingness to cooperate was written all over his face.

The editor and director was also instructed by Zhou Chenghai, so he didn't spend much time on Zhuang Zhi, and didn't pay much attention to Zhuang Zhi's perfunctory. He cut and deleted in his mind for a long time and simply asked a few questions.

"Who do you think looks the best in the camp?"

As soon as the director opened his mouth, he found that he was led away by Lu Zhaomian. He hurriedly wanted to change his mouth, but before he could open his mouth, Zhuang Zhi visibly relaxed, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he pursed his lips and did not speak for a long time. .

This was the first time that Zhuang Zhi's expression changed since he sat down. The director was stunned for a moment, and his gaze stayed on Zhuang Zhi's face for a moment longer.

No wonder Lu Zhaomian thinks Zhuang Zhi is good-looking, Zhuang Zhi is not bad at all compared to Lu Zhaomian.

Lu Zhaomian's facial features are thick and colorful, like a strong and eye-catching ink painting; Zhuang Zhi is more like a light and elegant ink painting, the brushstrokes are not heavy, but every part is just right.

The director couldn't hold back the art for a moment.

"Lu Zhaomian." Zhuang Zhi took the initiative to look at the camera, and the camera lens showed his smooth and beautiful eye contours, "He is the prettiest."

Choreographer: "???"

What are you doing here?Go both ways?

The director looked numb.

The author has something to say:

Director: What are you doing here?Go both ways?

Xiaolu Xiaozhuang: No, we are just fans of each other