I have 6 systems, so what if I'm a little arrogant?

"To three!"

"To six, crush to death!"

Lu Xun's eyes widened. "Master Fu, are you okay? We are farmers from the same camp. Why are you suppressing me? Are you beating up the landlord?"

He pointed at Tang Tingyu in frustration.

Fu Yunchuan raised his chin and said, "What do you care about me? I have my own rhythm!"

The barrage of comments from onlookers.

[Hahaha, my own pace, does that mean I should give Sister Tang a lot of slack? ]

[Lu Xun is really miserable. He has been a farmer with Fu Yunchuan for three consecutive times, and each time he was sold.]

[However, how long does it take Wen Ju'an to put on makeup? He hasn't come out yet. I've been waiting for so long that the flowers are almost withered. ]

[I have a feeling it will be hilarious! ]

At the same time in the bedroom, a tall "beauty" in a sexy black dress was pressed tightly in front of the makeup mirror.

Sang Chi poured liquid foundation into his palm as if he didn't want any money.

Wen Ju'an twisted like a maggot, "Sang Chi, are you crazy? Are you going to put a whole bottle of foundation on my face?"

"What do you know? I'm trying to create a perfect base makeup for you. Don't move, or I'll put it inside your eyes." Sang Chi pinched his chin with one hand, grabbed the powder puff and put it on his face.

Wei Ze, who was holding his left shoulder, took a deep breath.

My goodness, this face will definitely be pale when it’s finished.

Huo Yan, who was holding Wen Ju'an's right shoulder, pointed out considerately that he had not yet applied foundation to the base of his nose.

Sang Chi nodded, and after some operation, a face as pale as if it had been lying in the morgue for three days appeared in the mirror.

Wen Juan: ...

"Ahhhh, look at how beautiful this is, Sang Chi!"

"Why are you in such a hurry? I just finished applying foundation for you, and there are still a lot of steps to go. Uh, let me check my phone to see what to do next after applying foundation."

"Learning makeup now, is that okay?!"

Wei Ze held down her restless body and said with great confidence, "After applying foundation, put on eye shadow first, and then lipstick. Follow the order from top to bottom. You will be right if you listen to me."

Sang Chi looked at him suspiciously, and the latter nodded seriously.

"Okay, let's start applying eyeshadow. There are 12 colors in the palette. Which color do you think is best?"

Huo Yan: "This blue is nice, it looks sparkling, so pretty. Apply more, it will definitely look good."

Wei Ze: "I think purple is good. Purple has a lot of charm."

The two disagreed and glared at each other.

They started bickering like elementary school chickens.

Gu Yichen, who was watching from the sidelines, thought for a moment and said, "Oh, shut up, all of you, shut up, stop arguing. Anyway, he has two eyes, one turns blue and the other turns purple, isn't that enough?"

Sang Chi was shocked. "You are really a genius. Okay, let's do it."

Wen Ju’an: “!”

He wanted to escape so much, but he couldn't.

The dear "cousin" laughed foolishly at the side, "Come on, 'cousin', look at the camera, I'll take a video and send it to the family group for my parents to see."

After another round of tossing and turning, Wen Ju'an had a paralyzed face and a dead heart as he stared at the purple eye circles in the mirror, as if he had been beaten up.

Sang Chi/Huo Yan/Wei Ze: ...

Why is it different from what they imagined? It’s so ugly.

"Xiao San, it's definitely because your technique is not good enough. I saw that other people looked so beautiful when they used purple eyeshadow, and you ruined a good color." Wei Ze immediately displayed his superb skill of shifting the blame.

Sang Chi retorted, "How can you blame my technique? I think it's because Wen Ju'an doesn't look good enough to pull off the lesser-known eyeshadow colors. If it were someone like me, I would definitely be able to pull it off perfectly."

Hearing his words, Wen Xingjian retracted his bared white teeth and said, "Who are you calling ugly? I agree with Brother Wei, it's just that your method is wrong. You made my brother look like this. Get out of the way and let me give him a beautiful hairstyle to save him."

He picked up the curling iron, put a waist-length black wig on Wen Ju'an's head, and then rolled a small bunch of hair into the preheated curling iron.

Ten seconds passed...

Sang Chi couldn't help it, "Does it take so long to curl your hair?"

Wei Ze sniffed like a puppy, "What's that smell? It's burnt."

"It's smoking, your curling iron is smoking!" Huo Yan exclaimed.

When Wen Xingjian heard this, he immediately loosened the small tuft of wig, revealing the smooth wig that had been deformed by the burn.

"Uh, it's an accident. This is an accident. Brother, please believe me again."

"I don't believe you. Let me put on the lipstick first. It's bright red, and it will definitely enhance your complexion."

After a commotion in the house, Wen Ju'an covered his face, lowered his head, and walked out reluctantly.

The curiosity of the people playing cards and the netizens who had been waiting in the live broadcast room was instantly aroused.

[It's blocked, I can't see anything. 】

[This dress... is indeed chosen by my brother, it can't cover anything. ]

[Oh my god, a black dress with a messy hair, I have an idea. I wonder how shocking the makeup on her face will be after she puts her hands down. ]

......

Tang Tingyu turned around and gently comforted him, "Hey, it doesn't matter if the makeup is not good. Put it down so that we can see it. Be generous and don't be shy."

Wen Ju'an said weakly, "Then, swear not to laugh at me!"

"I swear."

The hands gradually dropped down, and a colorful, dazzling face appeared in everyone's eyes.

Tang Tingyu looked at his eye circles carefully for a while before she was sure that Wen Ju'an was not beaten in the bedroom. The eye shadow was a mess without any smudges.

The overly pale face and bloody mouth echo each other, giving a sense of advanced art that disregards the lives of others.

Tang Tingyu was a man who had seen many storms, and thanks to his strong psychological quality, he did not laugh out loud.

As for Fu Yunchuan, the next second after seeing that face, he cleverly lowered his head and pretended to reply to the message, acting as if nothing had happened.

If his trembling body hadn't betrayed him...

Lu Xun pinched his thigh hard with his hand hidden under the table and praised hypocritically, "It looks good, really good. I'm just a passerby and I will never lie to you!"

Everyone showed off their talents and made Wen Ju'an stunned.

No one laughed.

Could it be that it’s really beautiful?

"Really, really?"

Tang Tingyu smiled, "Really, you have a talent for dressing up as a woman. Fortunately, it's late at night, otherwise you would be very scary if you went out dressed like this, um, attractive."

"Yes, yes, yes, I think you look perfect too. Go out and complete the task!" Lu Xun couldn't wait for him to get out. His thighs were almost red from pinching, and he could hardly hold back his smile.

Wen Ju'an's eyes lit up. He opened the door, put on 8cm high heels, walked out with strange steps, disheveled hair, blue eyes and pale face, and was extremely confident.

Sister is the queen, shine with confidence!

Concert hall, here I come!