After being reincarnated, he joined a top boy band and then lost it

After all, he needed to be on camera, and he was currently under contract, so it was not easy for him to take private work casually. Song Shengshi still made a phone call back to the company.

The company responded quickly, saying they could take on the job, but they would send makeup staff to work overtime to supervise. After all, the artist's image is a very important company asset, and if religious makeup is accidentally overdone...

Representative Jin shuddered as he recalled the shamanic dances he had seen in the countryside.

There is still a long way to go to protect the image of artists...

The leader of the makeup team had to work overtime unexpectedly, and was going on a long trip. He was not very happy about it at first, but when he heard that the salary would be five times higher, he immediately flew over with his subordinates and the commonly used tools.

Because there was only one day to rehearse the entire process, after the people from South Korea arrived, Song Shengshi and Wen Junhui quickly arranged them to the best hotel in town, and then left to rehearse.

Although there were only two divine messengers and divine personal guards, the entire parade team, including the dragon and flower dances and other performances, had a total of nearly 80 people.

This is just the scale of sacrificial cultural customs in one county in China.

Can't imagine anywhere else.

The makeup will only be officially put on on the day of recording, but the costumes will be tried out once during the third-to-last rehearsal. If there are any problems, the skillful aunts in the village will be asked to help modify them.

During the third-to-last rehearsal, Wen Junhui put on the magic armor, which gleamed golden in the sunlight. He tightened his waist and abdomen, grasped the spear and swung it hard, and the red tassel on the spear tip danced with the airflow.

Wen Junhui learned martial arts when he was a child. He weighed the weight in his hand and a familiar feeling pulled him to perform a few moves.

There was applause from the side. Wen Junhui stopped and looked, his eyes widened.

Song Shengshi was wearing a straight-collared robe with a wonderful drape, and a wide light green belt with moon-white auspicious cloud patterns around his waist, outlining his perfect waistline.

Due to styling requirements, Song Shengshi wore a long wig.

It was his first time wearing a wig, and he was a little uncomfortable with it. He tried to fiddle with it with his hands, but when he raised his arms, the wide sleeves slid down his forearms and rested on his elbows, revealing his slightly reddish skin.

Song Shengshi's makeup was not yet completely finished, and two aunts followed behind him to help him tie his hair and put on a crown. He saw that Wen Junhui had finished, so he couldn't sit still and ran out to take a look.

The aunts were not tall, so Song Shengshi bent backward to cooperate, but he misjudged the weight of his hair and lost his balance, becoming a little shaky.

When he fell backwards, the aunts screamed and scattered. It turned out that Wen Junhui was running at almost the speed of a 100-meter sprint, holding the gun in one hand and passing the other hand under Song Shengshi's waist, holding him steadily.

After Song Shengshi was helped to stand steadily, the aunts gathered around him again.

"As expected of a divine guard, he's already on guard." One of the aunts with mountain flowers in her hair said while giggling.

Another aunt responded: "Of course, Xiaowen, you just don't trust us. When we were working in the fields before, we could carry 200 kilograms of millet. Can't we support Xiaosong?"

"But Xiaowen, you are amazing. The armor you are wearing was weighed by the village before, and it weighs 35 kilograms. And the gun is also solid, weighing 20 kilograms. You are holding it in one hand, and you are so fast."

Upon hearing this, Song Shengshi reached out to Wen Junhui and asked for the spear, and Wen Junhui obediently handed it over.

As soon as he got it in his hand, he felt like he was being pulled down two centimeters. He quickly shouted for the gun to be returned.

As they passed the spear with their hands together, Wen Junhui noticed that the redness on Song Shengshi's arm was caused by friction due to the poor quality of his clothes.

Looking closely, the quality of the clothes is not particularly good, and the color is not that refreshing and bright, and the jade crown on the head is also grayish.

It only appears gorgeous, exquisite and full of nobility because it is worn by Song Shengshi.

After putting on the jade crown, Song Shengshi straightened up, turned around and thanked the aunts with a smile. The aunts also liked this polite and handsome guy very much, and they praised him with words one after another, making Song Shengshi's cheeks blush.

Wen Junhui stood aside, quietly, holding the gun, like a standing divine guard looking at the god he was protecting.

No one knew that at this moment his heart was beating like thunder, his hands were shaking slightly, and he was frightened by the endless stream of inappropriate thoughts that popped up in his mind.

His heart told him that he had to rebel.

If you want to possess that God.