It’s so cruel to make the prince cry! Goddess, her vest fell off

Everyone thought that the two "great gods" ran back to the room.

in the monitoring room.

The person responsible for checking room 908 thought the person was in room 909.

The person responsible for viewing Room 909: T^T I can’t see anything!

909's camera was in the sky, and the surveillance team couldn't hear the sound and thought the two were "plotting" on the debut show.

No one checked the aisle surveillance either.

In fact, in room 12A on the twelfth floor.

Shi Cheng rolled around on the bed worth 8 a night, "Hey hey hey!"

"Little Yangyang! I didn't expect that I, Shi Cheng, would live in the presidential suite at the age of 23!"

"It's really good!"

Bai Yang crossed his arms.

Ignoring Shi Cheng who was mumbling something unknown in the bedroom.

Put down the laptop he brought back from Haicheng Villa.

Press the switch and start counting down, "three, two,..."

"To!"

Shi Cheng moved very quickly, a carp jumped up, a tiger came out of the mountain, and he performed a flash in two seconds.

"What orders does Mr. Yang have?"

Bai Yang leaned on the office chair, his meaning self-evident.

Shi Cheng consciously pulled up a chair and started to get serious.

"I think everyone's opening act should be..."

"To sum up, Xiaoyang, which one of these three songs do you think is better?"

Baiyang listened to all three songs. They were very good. She sang one of them in the live broadcast room!

"Which one of these two are you more confident about?"

Ignoring the third song directly, Baiyang played the music.

"This is a standard Chinese dance, and this duet choreography must be very beautiful."

After Shi Cheng finished speaking, he looked at Baiyang who was listening carefully. Little Yangyang is really good!

"I don't have much dancing skills." Because the dances I know are different.

Baiyang didn't explain much, Shi Cheng said, "I understand this!"

"Give me an hour and I can choreograph it before lunch. I already have a feeling."

Shi Cheng is an activist.

Picking up a pen and paper, I "shrunk" myself to the corner, as if I had entered a state of flow.

Baiyang didn't interrupt. He walked to the living room with the computer in hand, sang the music silently, and came up with an idea for the participles.

At twelve o'clock, Zheng Heng stood outside the door of room 12A, and the aroma of delicious food behind him could no longer cover it up.

The sound of an electric bell interrupted the two people who were immersed in their own world.

Baiyang used the remote control to open the door, and Zheng Heng came in with his personal butler Xu Zhaozhao.

Seeing Xu Zhaozhao, who was wearing a familiar butler's uniform, Baiyang probably guessed that this young lady was probably from Shengshi Manor.

Shi Cheng pushed open the study door, looking excited.

"Xiao Yangyang, I have choreographed the dance!"

Zheng Heng almost called "Young Master", but when he saw Shi Cheng, he held it back.

"Contestant Bai, this is your personal butler."

After Zheng Heng finished speaking, he took a step back.

Xu Zhaozhao stepped forward, and the cart in his hand looked very familiar to Baiyang, "Master, I am your personal butler Xu Zhaozhao."

Shi Cheng watched the three people perform the drama of "I'm not familiar with you, I'm not familiar with you, the customer is God", and felt something strange that he couldn't explain.

Baiyang asked someone to put things down, saying that he would call the insider if something happened.

After the manager and housekeeper exited, Shi Cheng stepped forward cautiously.

"Little Yangyang, Mr. Yang, can we start this lunch worth half an [-] yuan?"

Baiyang suddenly chuckled, and Shi Cheng felt like he was in a trance, and his heart suddenly beat violently.

"why are you laughing?"

As he spoke, Shi Cheng picked up the delicate lids on the dinner plates. Under each lid were only one or two bites of pre-dinner snacks.

"Do you rich people eat like this?" You can't get enough!

Shi Cheng was puzzled.

Baiyang stood up and picked up the tablet that Shi Cheng had completely ignored.

He said helplessly: "These are snacks, we want to order food now!"

After ordering a few passable ones at random, Baiyang handed the tablet over.

Shi Cheng's face flushed red, he took the tablet and was a little too embarrassed to speak.

How could he forget this!

……

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the two of them had eaten and drank, rested for a while, and then started line dancing.

Shi Cheng felt that he could finally shine in his field of expertise.

Been on edge again.

"I'll do it first, you follow suit, and then we'll get familiar with each other gradually."

The music started to play, and Bai Yang sang along, stretching his hands and feet to try to keep up.

The first time, it was a little funny.

The second time, I barely matched 50%.

The third time, the movements were still a little untidy.

The fourth time, the beat was right.

After the fifth time, Shi Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Let's do some expression management."

At 03:30 in the afternoon, Shi Cheng was lying on the floor of the training room and began to doubt his life.

"You lied. You said you couldn't dance."

"Little Yangyang is so thoughtful."

"Xiao Yangyang's dance is too simple."

"Little Yangyang, when I finish learning these lyrics, I will upgrade my ultimate killing move."

……

Baiyang finally confirmed that Shi Cheng was a talker.

If you dare not interrupt, he can talk all afternoon!

At five o'clock in the evening, the program team called to confirm the itinerary of the remaining four people.

On the morning of the 29th, the No. [-] players were assembled.

Because there was still a pre-album album, the program team decided to gather everyone in the banquet hall on the first floor of the hotel to get everyone familiar with it and advance a few processes.

Time's up, go on the air.

"Now, please pay attention to all contestants participating in the "Super Idol" competition. In half an hour, we will hold a welcome ceremony on time in the banquet hall on the second floor of Building A. Please hurry up and gather in the hall. The announcement will be played again..."

Just as the radio started ringing, Shi Cheng was popping a sterile raw egg into his throat to soothe it.

When I heard it was related to me, I almost swallowed it in my trachea!

"Ahem...cough, little Yangyang, we need to go to the second floor!"

Shi Cheng slammed the glass door of the bathroom hard, and Bai Yang was startled by Shi Cheng.

After putting on the "decoration", Bai Yang returned to the appearance of a cool and beautiful young man. Looking at the beautiful androgynous face in the mirror, he suddenly raised his lips and smiled.

Just treat it as an extension of the character in the radio drama. She, Bai Yang, is not afraid of the camera!

After cheering up, the two of them went out with bread in their mouths.

No way, it’s time to eat!

Xu Zhaozhao looked at the two cubs with eyes as eager as an old mother.

"Master, if you don't eat, your stomach will hurt. If you have a stomachache, you can't do the show. Contestant, please help me!"

Shi Cheng: The current hotel personal butler is so scary, even more nagging than his mother!

……

At the entrance of the banquet hall, a hundred roll-ups were placed "disorderly" against the wall.

The program crew pulled up a bright red ribbon in front of the roll-up banner.

More and more players are gathering outside the ribbons.

Everyone wants to find their own roll-up poster through the life-size poster with their back turned to them.

Shi Cheng and Bai Yang came late, but they were not the last, and they were squeezed in the middle of the team.

Relying on his height of 1.8 meters, Shi Cheng stood on tiptoes and tried to break through the encirclement and see something.

After a long while, I couldn't see anything. I was discouraged and shrugged towards Baiyang.

"It seems like a bunch of messy roll-ups. I don't know what the show crew is doing."

He is hungry! After practicing singing all morning, I couldn't even eat two slices of bread.

When the program team saw everyone gathered, Zhou Gai put on his headset and walked to the front of the team.

"Are you players still used to staying in hotels these days?"

Zhou Gai said, holding the script in one hand and holding the roll-up banner in the other.

Hundreds of contestants were surrounded by dozens of cameras, and they were a little afraid to speak.

Qin Yao was at the front of the team and suddenly shouted, "Okay, very good, very good, yeah!"