Mistress Her Brother [Transmigration Book]

On the day Nie Ziye left the military training base, when he heard his brother nagging on the phone, he had a whim and agreed to the host job entrusted by the head teacher.

This work is purely voluntary labor, without remuneration, except for the exposure rate of the live broadcast, it is of little help to Nie Ziye, and even Lu Xiaodong said that there is no need to waste effort.

It is about to enter the high-tempo autumn and winter. Although the weather will gradually get colder, there will be not only various fashion week exhibitions at the end of the year, but also the year-end inventory of various film and television music awards. Christmas, New Year’s Day, and New Year’s box office are also beckoning to them .

As long as you are a self-motivated artist, there is no one who is not busy.

Originally, the host of the welcome party in the university town was a senior girl who was a class higher than Nie Ziye. Yu Yaoyao, who just became a second-tier female star this year, was also a student representative of their film school.However, this senior accidentally broke a bone while filming, and the plaster cast has not been removed so far, so the school had to temporarily replace her and find another one.

In addition to vocal music, lines, body, and acting, students majoring in acting also have courses dedicated to hosting. It can be said that most of them can be hosts, but they are not as famous and representative as Yu Yaoyao.

The only student who can compete with Yu Yaoyao in this aspect is Nie Ziye.

When Nie Ziye's homeroom teacher called him, his reply was "see if the agent can arrange a time".This answer was probably a tactful refusal, because anyone who knew Nie Ziye would know that his manager, Wen Ju, would always ask for his opinion when receiving notifications, and his wishes were the main ones.

Even the head teacher didn't expect that Nie Ziye would send him a message the next day to agree to take the job!

"Yu Yaoyao has already written the host script before, and the script is ready-made, just change the tone of some girls." After finishing speaking, the head teacher packaged the host script and the program list and sent it to Nie Azusa night.

In order to take care of his time, the homeroom teacher also asked for leave from the school. Nie Ziye didn't need to be present for the first few rehearsals, as long as the last rehearsal was accompanied by a cutscene and he was familiar with the entire program process.

For this reason, the head teacher thanked him again, and thanked Nie Ziye for lending a helping hand when the school needed it.

"It should be, the Film Academy will always be my alma mater." Nie Ziye said logically.

Then he edited a text message in the car and sent it to Song Mo, who had a poor signal at the time.

[Nie Ziye]: I was temporarily notified by the school to host the welcome party. When your military training is over, can you help me review a pair of host drafts?

Of course Song Mo would not refuse.

He often had line dialogues with Nie Ziye in the crew, watching him recite a line could create different emotions. While admiring Nie Ziye's dedication, he also became very interested in his work.

In the beginning, he agreed to be Nie Ziye's assistant, but he really wanted to be quiet after quarreling with his family, and he just wanted to make do with this summer vacation based on the idea that where to work is not a part-time job.

After getting in touch with more, he found that the standard background of a male protagonist like Nie Ziye looks glamorous on the surface, but the efforts behind the scenes are beyond imagination, and at the same time, it also comes from enduring all kinds of malice on the Internet and in reality, Without a strong heart, it is impossible to get along in this circle.

Song Mo watched Nie Ziye step by step to the present, not arrogant or impetuous, calm-headed, he admired Nie Ziye from the bottom of his heart, and became more curious about him, wanting to know more about him.

……

After returning from military training, Song’s father, Song’s mother, had not had time to greet his son and let him taste a table of delicious dishes cooked by Song’s mother, when he received a call from his son—he was going to spend the night at a friend’s house and would not come back.

... Later, this table of delicious dishes went into the stomachs of Song Xing and Bai Fangchen.

Song Xing was quite moved. After hearing about her being kidnapped, her usually stingy parents turned pale with fright. While crying, they picked up a few more chopsticks for her, and asked her to make up for it. .

Although it is patriarchal, it is not that Song's father and Song's mother do not love their daughter.

……

On the other hand, after Song Mo proposed to review the manuscript for Nie Ziye, Nie Ziye took advantage of the opportunity to invite him to his home as a guest.

Nie Ziye's house is very big, it's a detached villa, the kind with a garden swimming pool.Judging from the ivy on the outer wall, this mansion has been around for some years. At least three generations of the Nie family have lived here.

The house is very deserted, there is no one around, it is not surrounded by servants and luxurious like what Song Mo imagined.After Nie Ziye's introduction, I found out that there are still people here during the day, but my aunt will go home from get off work at night and will not stay in the house overnight.

And Nie Ziye's brother was still abroad, and he was delayed by something. The family of three delayed the return date, and even the little niece didn't have time to send him back to school after the school start time.

Usually, Nie Ziye would tell her aunt in advance whether she wanted to make dinner or not, and if she didn't tell her, she would assume that she didn't need it—Nie's family didn't have the habit of keeping overnight dishes, and all the meals were cooked fresh.

It was early in the morning when the two arrived home, and they simply had dinner at a small restaurant outside the police station. They were already hungry, but there were no takeaways near the villa at this time.

Song Mo opened the refrigerator in the kitchen and took a look: "Why don't we cook something casually. Let me see... there are quite a lot of vegetables, including cabbage, cucumbers, carrots, and pork and beef in the freezer. "

Song Mo found that probably because Nie Ziye didn't go home to eat often, the vegetables and fruits prepared by her aunt were all relatively durable varieties.

Song Mo’s skills cultivated in the crew are not for nothing. He first took out the beef and thawed it, cut it into slices of appropriate thickness, made grids with a knife, sprinkled salt and black pepper and marinated for about 10 minutes. Fry over high heat, then bake over low heat.

Then he made a sauce with cabbage puree, sprinkled some powder made from dried mint leaves, and the taste was dense and refreshing.

After the steak was ready, Song Mo used his exceptionally dexterous hands to peel a beautiful carrot flower and decorate it on the side of the plate.

Nie Ziye: "..."

In all fairness, the carrot flower at the end was well carved, and the knife skills were no worse than the head chef of the big hotel.

Song Mo's hands were too fast, even if Nie Ziye wanted to help him, he didn't know where to start. In the end, he could only stand by the kitchen and watch him busy back and forth, but he didn't feel how slow the time was. .

His gaze was always on Song Mo.

When Song Mo was wearing an apron, he was staring at the slender waist tied with bow tie; when Song Mo was frying steak, he was staring at Song Mo’s long legs picking up seasonings back and forth; While peeling carrots, he just stared at Song Mo's nimble and slender fingers...

From the beginning to the end, he felt that Song Mo had already made supper before he had seen enough.

One plate of steak for one person, with a bowl of rice, although the dishes are not mediocre, but the taste is good, and the two of them don't choose.

Anyway, no matter what Song Mo did, Nie Ziye would say it was delicious.

In the end he even ate up the carrot blossoms.

After eating, after procrastinating for a while, Song Mo sat down cross-legged at the low table covered with foam sponge cushions, and spread out the host manuscript in front of Nie Ziye.

"I bought a lot of this kind of jigsaw mat when I was making a toy room for Zhuang Zhuang. I simply asked my aunt to spread it in my room. In the hot summer, I can sleep on the floor." Nie Ziye took two bottles from the refrigerator. Beer comes in, "Will you drink?"

"Drink it." Song Mo had never tasted wine before, but the original owner had.

In my memory, the original owner sneaked out of school with a few good buddies on the day when he first came of age, ordered a few dishes in a small restaurant outside, and ordered a dozen beers, fruit flavored, that could be drunk as a drink.

So Song Mo thought that the beer was probably of that flavor, so he opened the can and poured it into his mouth. After taking two sips, he blushed: "Cough... what does it taste like? Why is it so bitter?"

"...I'd better give you another drink." Nie Ziye looked a little startled, and hurriedly removed his beer can. If the imported beer with more than 20 degrees is poured in this way, he can get himself drunk in just two strokes.

If so, when Nie Ziye came back again, Song Mo had already picked up a pen and drew crooked lines on his paper.

"'Golden autumn October, vibrant campus' is some old-fashioned opening line, no, I have to change it..." Song Mo crossed out this line, lay down on the edge and wrote a new sentence earnestly, but he couldn't hold the pen His hands were as soft as a puddle of water, and the words he wrote became a mess.

"Forget it, I'll do it." Nie Ziye took out the pen in his hand, sat next to Song Mo and said, "I'll follow along, and you can point out any lines that are not right."

Song Mo held the milk that Nie Ziye poured for him, and nodded solemnly.

Then, Nie Ziye's slightly lowered voice sounded in the room.His voice is very textured, and his words are more precise when hosting than when he is acting, and every word is contagious.

Song Mo was able to maintain a relatively clear mind at the beginning, pointing out the incoherent places, but in the back room, only Nie Ziye's voice remained.Probably due to the sleep-promoting effect of milk, the boy's head bit by bit, and slowly the whole person lay on the table.

"...I have invited the high-level mathematics group to perform "Crossing Through"." After Nie Ziye reported this scene, he didn't wait for Song Mo's response for a long time. He looked away from the script and found that the other party was already snoring. .

Nie Ziye took the thin quilt and covered Song Mo, then sat down again and silently finished editing the remaining paragraphs.

Fortunately, there was not much left, so he put down his pen not long after, yawned, and lay down next to Song Mo.

I don't know who fell to the ground first, and the foam cushion didn't hurt, so it didn't wake them up.And the ground is not cold, a thin quilt is enough, and it is more comfortable to sleep when the limbs are stretched, and finally they all lie on the ground.

Both of them subconsciously pulled the quilt towards themselves, but the more they pulled, the closer they got, and finally they hugged each other carelessly, with the quilt wrapped around them like a knot.

At dawn, Song Mo, who had a perfect biological clock, woke up first.

The air conditioner was not turned on in the room, and the air in the morning was a little cold. His body constitution has always been cold, and he would find a warm place to burrow by himself when he fell asleep.Unexpectedly, when he looked for the heat source, he could find Nie Ziye's arms, pillowing on the other's chest muscles, and hugging his waist.

He quietly withdrew his arm back, and was about to move his head away, when suddenly he pressed a palm on the back of his head: "...it's still early, sleep later."

Song Mo didn't dare to move.

The two of them didn't take a shower last night, and fell asleep facing the manuscript, but Nie Ziye didn't smell bad, maybe it had something to do with the star's habit, he had a faint smell of cologne, which diluted the smell of sweat and alcohol taste.

After smelling it for a long time, I got used to it. Song Mo didn't sleep well at first, but being pressed by that big hand, he drowsily curled up in his arms and fell asleep.

In the end, the two woke up completely in the aunt's screams.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't expect Er Shao to come home last night, I didn't pay attention for a while..." The aunt who went upstairs to clean was surnamed Guan, and there was Aunt Zhong downstairs. The two went to work at seven o'clock on time and worked all day. It starts with cleaning the room.

If they had gone to the kitchen first, they might have discovered the traces left by Song Mo and the others in advance, and Aunt Guan would not be so frightened.

The owner of the house finally came back, so the two aunts didn't bother to clean up first, but made a quick breakfast while they were washing.

It was rare for Song Mo to take a shower in the morning, and when he walked out of the bathroom, he subconsciously looked for the bed, and then he saw a set of clothes that Nie Ziye put on the bed: "...for me?"

"Yes, they are all new, never worn." Nie Ziye came in wiping the water off his head. He also just took a shower and used the bathroom in the downstairs guest room.

Looking around at the small puddle of water on the young man's collarbone, Nie Ziye quickly turned his head away and said to him, "It's just a set of clothes, you don't have to worry too much about it."

"Then I won't be polite." Song Mo didn't have the rigid temperament that you must come and go, not to mention that he knew Nie Ziye so well, there was no need to push back and forth for a suit of clothes.

During the meal, Aunt Guan and Aunt Zhong were not there, and there was the buzzing sound of the vacuum cleaner upstairs. It is estimated that the aunts deliberately reserved space downstairs for them.

"By the way, you seem to have mentioned your niece last night, if I remember correctly..." A girl's nickname is Zhuang Zhuang?

Song Mo felt that he didn't know the character Zhuang.

"She was fat when she was born, and of course she's not skinny now." Nie Ziye sandwiched the fried egg into a slice of bread, and said calmly about the dark history of her little niece, "She is the strongest in the family. She is three years old. People who have been in our house before thought she was a boy."

Song Mo: "..."

During this breakfast, Nie Ziye talked a lot about his family, including his niece who was just starting elementary school, and his elder brother.

The life of a wealthy family seems to be no different from that of ordinary people. It is not as extravagant as written in the book. The brothers support each other and the family is full of warmth.

Even the aunts are so cute, they will use ketchup to draw a smiley face on the poached eggs.

Song Mo never regarded Nie Ziye as a character in the book. At this moment, he felt that he had a new understanding of him, which was never written in the book.

……

In the next few days, Song Mo somehow returned to the days when he was an assistant to Nie Ziye, accompanied him to two announcements, spent another night at his house, and even went to the rehearsal of the welcome party.

From what Nie Ziye said, Cheng Lu never went back to school since that day. It seems that the Cheng family applied for a suspension of school for her. Anyway, Song Mo hadn't seen her for a long time.

"However, I always feel that she may not let it go." Nie Ziye said.

"That's what my intuition says too." Song Mo nodded along. In the original book, Li Chenglu didn't give up until the end. She was locked up in a mental hospital in the end. Now she is obviously not at the end of her rope.

"Tell your sister to be more careful when going out, and try not to be alone." Nie Ziye said to him while reading the manuscript, "But I see Chen's nervous look, I don't think she will be alone. .”

After that day, Bai Fangchen plucked up the courage to confess to Song Xing. On the premise that there was no male protagonist intervening, Bai Fangchen, who was originally Song Xing's crush, got her nod, and it didn't take long for him to establish a relationship.

Song Xing, who is in love, exudes the brilliance of motherhood, and his love is overflowing. When Bai Fangchen is not around, he has nowhere to vent, so he can only confide in his younger brother.

It was okay at first, but Song Mo rarely felt her sister's meticulous care, but later she couldn't bear it anymore, so she had to behave like "running away from home" again, avoiding as far away as possible.

So he mingled with Nie Ziye again in such a muddleheaded manner.

At the end of September, the last rehearsal for the orientation party.

The stage of the party is set up in the stadium in the central area of ​​the University City, which can accommodate thousands of people, even if there is a concert.

The rehearsal time starts in the morning and the official performance in the evening. Almost all the people in front of and behind the stage are present, and there are hundreds of people as far as the eye can see. The overwhelming crowd can cause intensive phobia to attack.

Fortunately, the time for the performance was approaching, and everyone was very nervous. Even if they saw Nie Ziye, few people would try to make friends with him at this time.

Nie Ziye's surroundings were fairly quiet.

He was memorizing the manuscript here, while Song Mo was playing with his mobile phone.

The money paid by the paparazzi last time was really used by him to buy a new mobile phone, a domestic brand, with very good performance and a durable battery.Now that he is free, he likes to browse Weibo, check the dynamics of the fan circle, and occasionally interact with those little girls.

Among Nie Ziye's fans, there are quite a few girls who can write. They often write live cp for Nie Ziye Lalang, including male and female stars, even Nie Ziye's senior sister Yu Yaoyao.

Because of the harmony of the Internet recently, many wives of the same people are looking for transformation, and their enthusiasm for driving has been transformed by them into a literary style, realistic style, and even an upgraded style of entertainment.

What Song Mo likes to watch the most is "You love me, I thought I didn't love you, and then I found out that I love you". However, a wife he chased recently actually stopped watching!

The wife named "Midnight m" wrote on her Weibo: "Suddenly I feel that the domineering star and the little assistant are also very loving, so I opened a new article, pure, cute, and a little bit small Rebellious boys are very! Very! Good! Eat! Come and eat my Amway!"

The queue below was all "Congratulations on opening the hole".

In a neat line, only Song Mo left a message asking her: "Is the wife still filling in the old pit?"

Then he received a private message from the other party: "I'm sorry, little angel, I don't have any inspiration for the old pit now, the main update article, okay?"

Song Mo stared at this private message for a long time, and finally chose the latter between canceling it and leaving it as it is.

...Maybe, the wife updated it when inspiration came?

"What are you looking at?" Nie Ziye's voice suddenly intervened, Song Mo raised his head suddenly, and switched the screen of the phone skillfully.

"No...it's nothing." Song Mo looked at him, "Have you finished memorizing your manuscript?"

"We're going to be on stage later, let's go and wait." Nie Ziye stood up and pointed to the student council president in front of the stage, who was waving vigorously at Nie Ziye.

The president of the student council is the chief director of the party. He has a very pale complexion and heavy dark circles under his eyes, as if he hasn't rested for several days, as if he could fall down if the wind blows.

However, he still tried to cheer up in front of Nie Ziye: "Student Nie, you are the core and timeline of our party. There are a few sketches that take a long time to prepare props, so you can speak a little slower."

"Yes, I know." Nie Ziye nodded.

"You still have more stage experience, I trust you." The president patted him on the shoulder and smiled at Song Mo again.

After Nie Ziye took the stage, he walked to the center of the stage with a microphone and began to read the opening remarks.The actors in the backstage listened nervously to his words, counting how many seconds it would take him to finish speaking, and the faces of a dozen of them were extremely serious.

Song Mo looked at the backstage strangely, and asked the student council president next to him: "Is the first program a dance?"

"It's the opening dance. They will first come out and dance around the host. The host will leave under their cover, and then they will be on the singing show." The president said.

When Song Mo heard this, he could already feel the girls in front of the stage taking small steps, ready to appear on stage at any time.But at this moment, a very slight metallic sound entered his ears, and Song Mo's expression changed.

"Wait a minute, tell them not to go on stage!" Song Mo yelled at the president, and immediately ran to the front stage, anxiously reaching out to Nie Ziye in the middle of the stage, "Come down quickly, the stage is about to collapse!"

Nie Ziye held the microphone in his hand, and there was a burst of echo from the speaker, and the voices of the actors waiting around were noisy. He didn't hear Song Mo's words clearly, but saw that his expression was wrong, so he put down the microphone and ran over, holding it. Song Mo's hand.

Song Mo directly used his arm to pull him off the stage with great effort.

Due to inertia, Nie Ziye bumped into Song Mo uncontrollably. Fortunately, he reacted in time and protected the boy in his arms with his backhand.

Nothing happened on the stage for a while, the president of the student council looked at Song Mo with a puzzled look, and his eyes were a little puzzled and complaining.

The girls in the backstage were also all dumbfounded. They didn't hear Song Mo's words, and they didn't dare to appear on stage when the host was not there.

Just as the president picked up the loudspeaker and was about to start the rehearsal again, the stage suddenly collapsed vigorously, the metal poles supporting the bottom were broken, and the wooden table above was violently smashed, splashing a cloud of dust and sawdust.

Student president:"……"

Everyone: "..."

Song Mo pulled Nie Ziye back a few steps to the side, avoiding the attack of the wood scum, and looked back at the president with an innocent expression of "I'm not lying".

"Although my eyesight is poor, my hearing is pretty good." Especially since Song Mo grew up in the mountains and forests, the skill of hearing and identifying positions can help him effectively avoid disadvantages, so he is quite sensitive to sound.

"Thank you." Nie Ziye hugged him tightly.

After being stunned for a moment, the president yelled with a loudspeaker: "Who set up the stage! The person in charge, come out for me!!"

Several people who were in charge of setting up the stage stood up in panic, saying that they didn't know why the good stage collapsed.

The person who prepared the materials said that there was no problem with the materials, but that the builders did not build according to the design drawings; the person who set up the stage said that they strictly followed the design drawings, and even the designer himself said that there was no problem, maybe they bought the materials People cut corners.

The two sides quarreled violently, and the president was so quarreled that his head hurt, and finally he smashed the speaker on the ground: "Stop arguing, I'll go and watch the monitoring, you guys take out the extra materials, and set up another stage as soon as possible."

The president glanced at Nie Ziye and Song Mo: "You guys also come with me."

Since the person in charge of the stage said that he was fine, the problem probably lies with the person who stood on the stage just now.

Of course, he didn't mean that the stage was collapsed by Nie Ziye.

Not to mention that Nie Ziye's weight is impossible to crush the stage, even if there are ten Nie Ziye dancing on the stage, there will be no problem on the stage under normal circumstances.

In the previous few rehearsals, all the large-scale singing and dancing danced and danced on it, and nothing happened. Today, only Nie Ziye stood on it and the accident happened. Wasn't it clearly aimed at Nie Ziye?

The president didn't think highly of himself. Such a big deal could no longer be a conspiracy among the students.

On the contrary, there was a hint of cruelty to put Nie Ziye to death.

The stage was designed to be two or three meters high, with a steel frame underneath. If the stage collapsed, the people standing on the side might be able to escape if they were clever, but the people in the middle would not be able to make it in time.If you are unlucky, it is possible to be penetrated by steel.

It's creepy to think about.

In the monitoring screen, there was indeed a suspicious-looking cleaning staff who came near the stage early in the morning. After seeing that there was no one around, he picked up the toolbox and got into the bottom of the stage. It took about 10 minutes to come out.

This man was very cautious. He wore a big straw hat on his head. He lowered his head the whole time, covering his face so tightly that he couldn't even tell whether he was a man or a woman.

But judging from the way he walked, he was probably a man.

Afterwards, the president took the video to the cleaning office of the campus. They said that no one had seen the cleaning worker in the video. It is estimated that the person stole the cleaning clothes and dressed like that on purpose to lower the vigilance of the students.

"No one has seen his face. According to the video, his height is about 170 to 175. He is a little hunched when he walks, which may be intentional. A few centimeters should be added to his actual height." The president looked at him seriously. video analysis.

"At least 1.8 meters." Nie Ziye said, "The strength should be great, otherwise it would be impossible to saw through the steel in such a short time."

While listening, Song Mo thought to himself, it's a pity for these two to study acting, they should become policemen.

The president finally sighed and said: "It's a pity that there are only so many clues. At present, we can judge that this is an outsider. It should be mixed in during the delivery of materials and clothing. Even if we go to the security guard to check the entry and exit records, the other party may use a fake identity." -Certificate."

"It's okay, these clues are enough." Nie Ziye smiled at him.

In the end, the matter was left alone. In order not to cause panic among the students, the chairman finally announced that the stage collapsed due to an accident. It happened that there was a shower the day before the rehearsal. The acid corrodes the steel and causes the steel to rust.

It sounds pretty bluffing, but it doesn't stand up to scrutiny when you think about it carefully, but there is no other good excuse in a hurry.

Once was an accident, twice was a coincidence, and three times even a fool knew there was something wrong!

Song Mo counted the "accidents" he has encountered since he met Nie Ziye. The first two paparazzi candid shots may be said to be unscrupulous reporters for the sake of publicity. This time the incident escalated, but it was directly aimed at Nie Ziye's life here.

Who the hell is targeting Nie Ziye over and over again?

Song Mo really wanted to find out the author of the original book and ask them carefully, but the original book is mainly about falling in love, and the perspective follows the heroine, and the conspiracy and tricks are usually brushed aside.The heroine is well protected, and the biggest conspiracy she comes into contact with is only the scheme of the female partner.

So Song Mo was extremely angry about the black hand behind the scenes, but no matter how hard he tried to recall the original work, he couldn't help.

"Anyway, let's finish this party first." Nie Ziye rubbed the top of Song Mo's hair, and in turn comforted Song Mo, "Thank you for helping me again."

"What are you being polite about?" Song Mo grabbed his hand and took it off. He directly looked at Nie Ziye's dark pupils as a mirror, and combed his messy hair with his hands. "I don't want to see you get hurt either."

Nie Ziye was staring at him intently, his face was slightly hot, and he wanted to turn his head, but the young man put his hands on his cheeks and fixed his head: "Don't move around, I haven't finished taking pictures yet."

There was a small strand of hair on the back of his head that was so stubborn that no matter how hard he combed it, he couldn't get it out. In the end, Nie Ziye had no choice but to press his shoulder: "Wipe some water and it will be fine. Don't move, let me do it."

Song Mo's hair was messed up by him, he was not at ease with Nie Ziye, and his eyes were slightly suspicious.

Nie Ziye directly poured some pure water into his hand, wiped it on his head, and held up the mirror with the other hand to show him: "Look, it's all right."

Song Mo directly pulled his wrist holding the mirror to look left and right, and was finally satisfied.

The following rehearsals can only be carried out on flat ground.The stage needs to be rebuilt as soon as possible, and the remaining materials can no longer make up the exquisite shape on the design drawing, so we have to make it into a simple one.

The way of entering and exiting many shows had to be changed. The actors complained endlessly. The temporary change was too fatal. They were so anxious that their faces were covered with sweat, and the backstage was also in chaos.

"My earrings are missing!"

"Someone stepped on one of my shoes just now, and now I can't get it back!"

"Props, where are the props for our sketch!"

The props team, make-up team, and costume team were so busy that their feet didn't touch the ground. When the actors were in chaos, they followed suit.Time is getting tighter and tighter, less than an hour before the official opening, the media has already entered the venue, and the broadcast can be heard inside the campus to organize students to line up in an orderly manner!

Half an hour before going on stage, the make-up team just remembered that no one has taken over the make-up for the biggest celebrity tonight.

Nie Ziye is the host, and he wants to be the first to appear!

It's about to die!

The members of the makeup team searched hard in several crowded dressing rooms, and when they finally found someone, they found that Nie Ziye was sitting in front of a makeup mirror, with his eyes closed, letting a young man who didn't have a work card tinker with him. Face.

"This……"

"Is this yours?" Song Mo pointed to the makeup bag on the table, who left it here in a hurry, he and Nie Ziye waited for a long time before the makeup artist, so they had to do it by themselves.

Song Mo also observed the makeup artist in the crew for a while. Later, Anthony downloaded a lot of beauty makeup videos in order to better understand his role as a hairdresser. Song Mo would also go over to watch it when he had time, learning and selling techniques now. I can't say it's particularly good, but it's pretty decent.

The makeup artist of the crew told him that for this kind of stage performance, the makeup needs to be thicker than when filming, otherwise the audience in the audience will not be able to see the facial features of the actors clearly.

So he used eyebrow pencil to make Nie Ziye's eyebrows more obvious, and then used eyeliner to outline his eyes.Nie Ziye's eyes are slender and slender, and the end of his eyes is different from that of ordinary people, a little upturned, so when he smiles, he is particularly confusing. It's just that he usually doesn't smile very much to unfamiliar people, and it's not obvious.

Now Song Mo ticked off for him, even if he didn't smile, Nie Ziye was more attractive than usual, a look can make people feel confused.

Boys don't use blush, but they should also brush their face with powder to make their complexion look healthier.

When the makeup team came, Song Mo was already finishing the finishing work. He was holding Nie Ziye's head with his left hand, and holding the blush brush in his right hand. The face of the night.

The two little girls stood there in a daze for a while, not knowing why they were blushing, and nodded falteringly: "Yes...that's the makeup bag, but you can use it whatever you want, just use it."

While talking, the two also made a "please" gesture at the same time, telling them not to be polite, then they backed away while talking, turned their heads and ran away as if they had a heart-to-heart.

Song Mo: "...I also want to say that it's just used up, so I can return it to them."

"Probably because I already have a make-up artist, and they have other actors to make up, so they are busy." Nie Ziye just glanced at them and didn't pay attention.

"Maybe." Song Mo scratched his head, packed the cosmetic bag, and put it back on the table.

"It's time for me to play." Nie Ziye listened to the broadcast in the waiting area, without an inscription card, straightened his collar and went out.

"Wait, your bow tie is crooked." Song Mo stretched out his hand and straightened it for him by the way.

His fingers happened to lightly brush over Nie Ziye's Adam's apple. Nie Ziye only felt his throat a little itchy, and subconsciously made a swallowing movement, and his Adam's apple slid up and down.

"Okay." Song Mo patted his bow tie with a smile, "Go up, I'll watch you from the audience."

Nie Ziye also smiled at him, the eyes hooked by the eyeliner seemed to be hooked, which made people's heart skip a beat.

When the lights gathered on Nie Ziye, presenting his perfect facial features in front of everyone, Song Mo was as amazed as everyone in the audience.

Even though he faces that face almost every day.

Before he could look at it for two more seconds, the phone in Song Mo's pocket suddenly vibrated crazily, and he couldn't ignore it.He picked up his phone impatiently: "Hello?"

"—Brother Mo, let me tell you something, the overseas account client has appeared again!"

The author has something to say: I have the same mood as Song Mo, and I often googling when I catch up with half of the text, so for my little angel, I will definitely not cheat!