Little Tsing Yi always teases me live [Ancient Wear Today]

Fang Wuqiu was about to knock on the door when a voice suddenly came from inside.

Hiding outside and eavesdropping was really indecent, so he knocked on the door without thinking too much.

The voice inside stopped suddenly, and after waiting for a few seconds, the door opened from the inside, and he saw the familiar anchor at a glance.

It was the anchor Wu Xiaoyun who entered the final ahead of him.

He was Xiong Miaomiao's former colleague.

Fang Wuqiu had known that he would run into each other in the final, so he nodded to her as a courtesy, and walked slowly into the room.

Wu Xiaoyun, who was standing by the door, had already changed into the clothes she wore during the live broadcast. She has slender legs and a pretty waist, with a curvy figure, and her makeup is bright and attractive. The flaming red lips show her incomparable pride, which can indeed attract the audience in the live broadcast room. beauty.

When she saw Fang Wuqiu enter the house, she closed the door.

The preparation room is quite large, separated into three large rooms, and the dressing rooms of the male and female anchors are also separated.In addition to Fang Wuqiu, the male anchor who entered the finals, there are two e-sports anchors. Seeing Fang Wuqiu coming in, they greeted Fang Wuqiu enthusiastically and dragged him to the men's dressing room.

Fang Wuqiu followed with clothes and cosmetics in his arms.

The two male anchors in front of him are both anchors of the AG platform, which mainly focuses on live game broadcasts. Fang Wuqiu is not familiar with them, but the other party's attitude is gentle and polite.

Of the five anchors who entered the finals, he was the only one who sang operas, and the rest except game anchors sang and danced. Both of them were very interested in the costumes and make-up paints he was holding in his hands, and watched him perform in a meticulous manner. Arranging clothes in front of the dressing table, curious to see his costume.

The two looked at each other, and they both saw curiosity in each other's eyes, and they walked over to take a look at Qi Qi.

There is still a long time before the official live broadcast, Fang Wuqiu is not in a hurry, let go of the hand holding the costumes, generously let them watch, and give them some simple knowledge from time to time, the two listened with gusto.

The Crying Carp Soul has officially finished singing. The play he is going to sing today is called Yuzan En. It tells a story that was circulated in Tanyang Town. Since the protagonist in the story is a concubine of the former royal family, the ordinary people dare not sing ballads. A good performance of Yuzan En can only be sung quietly in the troupe.

But now, after a hundred years, many rules have changed.

When he was talking about opera stories with two new friends, the staff of the competition party came to call him, saying that now he needs to go to the live broadcast room to do a simple rehearsal in the order of the list.

Fang Wuqiu was very puzzled: "Live broadcast also needs rehearsal?"

The male anchor who was watching the scene smiled and explained to him: "Yeah, I have been there just now, it's very simple, just familiarize yourself with the location of the scene, and then try the live broadcast equipment, it's not really a rehearsal, it's probably an event Fang was worried that there would be mistakes and omissions during the live broadcast.”

The other anchor also nodded, spreading his hands, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "After all, there are so many viewers at the scene, it's really embarrassing to be embarrassing."

After the explanation of the two, Fang Wuqiu understood, nodded and said that he would go there immediately.He put the costume and oil paint on the dressing table, asked the two friends to wait, and followed the staff to the scene urgently.

Wu Xiaoyun in the next room saw the hastily leaving back.

Wu Xiaoyun shrugged her shoulders, her thoughtful eyes circled around, and finally stopped on the costume of Fang Wuqiu's dressing table, and slowly raised her rosy lips.

Her eyes flickered, and she pulled the female anchor beside her and whispered a few words in her ear.

Among the five anchors in the PK finals, there are a total of three men and two women. Wu Xiaoyun and singing anchor Miss Tiantang are from Hairong TV. Since they are both anchors hired by Hairong from other platforms with high salaries, the two played together when they first went to Hairong. The popularity in Hairong is also the same. This time, No.4 and No.2 entered the finals in the rematch.

Fang Wuqiu is third, and the two male anchors just now are ranked first and No.5.This is just the ranking of the rematch. The final is relatively more rigorous, the process is complicated, and there will be more variables. It is still unknown who will win the top three.

The preparation room gradually became lively after Fang Wuqiu left, mainly because the two girls chatted about makeup and clothes.

And the two anchors, who were still admiring the colorful costumes, felt embarrassed to surround them anymore, and turned their heads to sit in front of their respective dressing tables, or rest or play games.

"I saw that Fang Wuqiu just brought oil paints. Aren't you very interested in these?" Wu Xiaoyun glanced at Fang Wuqiu's dressing table, her eyes wide open with interest.

The voice of speaking is also deliberately loud, without the slightest feeling of telling a little secret.

"Yeah, I used to like opera very much, but I never had the chance to dress up..." Miss Tiantang is as her name suggests, she looks extraordinarily sweet, she has a cute baby face and her voice is full of enthusiasm Son.

As soon as she opened her mouth, she attracted the attention of the game anchor opposite Fang Wuqiu's seat. He smiled at Miss Tiantang and asked, "Hey, have you two watched Fang Wuqiu's opera live broadcast? I'm still curious. A few times, I sang very well."

"Brother Lin, I haven't watched it, I'm too busy and don't have time." Miss Tiantang held Wu Xiaoyun's arm, the two were as close as sisters, and walked towards the male anchor to prepare the room while talking.

Wu Xiaoyun smiled slightly and said: "I know his live broadcast is really good. If you have a chance, Tiantang, you can ask him for advice. He is very good." Her temperament is more noble and graceful than Miss Tiantang, and her red lips look like Her face is extremely pale, and standing next to Miss Tiantang is Yujie and Lolita.

"It's really good. You just looked like a gentle guy." The game anchor known as Brother Lin gave a thumbs up.

Wu Xiaoyun and Miss Tiantang walked over while talking. Miss Tiantang's soft and cute face was full of innocent curiosity. She just came and ran to Fang Wuqiu's seat in three steps and two steps like a bird.

The skirt of the snow-white lace gauze skirt fluttered with her brisk steps, pure and lively.

"Hey, Fang Wuqiu is really good." She opened her eyes and smiled.After sighing, he touched Fang Wuqiu's table with excitement.

Those round eyes were shining, and all the expressions on her face told others that she liked this colorful and eye-catching pleated skirt very much.

Brother Lin looked at her movements, and his expression of admiration just now collapsed. He got up from his seat, wanted to stop him, but his expression was also embarrassed, and he shook his head and said, "Tiantang, Fang Wuqiu is going out now, you'd better not turn on him." clothes, it’s not convenient for him to find them when he comes back.”

"Just looking at it." Tiantang looked back and smiled, pouted her pink and tender mouth, and winked at him coquettishly to look cute.

Brother Lin had a choked expression and didn't speak again.

Sitting next to He Lin, the game anchor A, who was on the same platform as him, was not as easy to talk to as he was. He got up straight away, frowned, and said displeasedly: "Just watch it, as for flipping around? No jb!"

Wu Xiaoyun walked up to Miss Tiantang at this time, gave her a veiled look, and then smiled faintly at Young Master A: "They are all acquaintances, so it's no fun to swear."

Young Master A didn't want to talk nonsense to them, so he rolled his eyes.

Miss Tiantang answered after hearing the words: "That is to say, we all know each other anyway, let's talk well... ah!" Suddenly, she panicked and covered her lips, and shouted in surprise, followed by "bang dong" twice, frightened She took a few steps back hastily.

Miss Tiantang overreacted, and the few people around thought she was injured or something, so they quickly surrounded her, and even Young Master A, who didn't like her, approached sullenly.

But nothing happened to Tiantang An'an, but Fang Wuqiu's costume was dirty with oil paint.

"Ah?!" Brother Lin was dumbfounded.

Miss Tiantang had a trembling innocent face, as if she was about to cry or not: "Ah, I'm really, really sorry, I didn't mean to."

Young Master A yelled directly, almost annoyed to death: "I told you not to rummage, it's fine now!"

He stepped forward and lifted up a corner of the costume, which was covered with oil paint, especially the snow-white cloud shoulders, which were dyed green and colorful.

The huge room became extraordinarily quiet because of Shao A's serious scolding.

Within a few seconds, Tiantang sniffed and said in a low voice: "Who knew he would put the oil paint next to his clothes, I didn't know, well, I'll just go to him and apologize."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and wanted to leave. Behind her, Wu Xiaoyun sighed: "Tiantang didn't do it on purpose, Mr. A, Fang Wuqiu didn't come back, what are you doing in such a hurry, at least you have to wait for him to come over." Meddle less.

Tiantang was about to go out without crying, but as soon as she reached the door, she ran into Fang Wuqiu who was walking towards her.

She immediately looked aggrieved, and took Fang Wuqiu's arm affectionately: "Fang Wuqiu, can you forgive me, I didn't mean it."

The action was too intimate, Fang Wuqiu couldn't bear it, panicked, and hurriedly took two steps back: "What happened?" He looked into the room following Tiantang's eyes, and the expressions of several people in the room were not very good.

Young Master A walked over directly and pulled him in: "Your clothes..."

Dirty with oil paint, the messy costumes lying on the table stupidly.

Fang Wuqiu suddenly saw this scene, opened his eyes suddenly, and approached quickly.

He quickly sorted out the messy oil paint with both hands, and gently wiped away the oil paint that had smeared on the costume with a paper towel, and held up the clothes pitifully, with an ugly expression on his face.

Wu Xiaoyun explained behind him: "I'm really sorry, Tiantang didn't intend to dirty it, but Tiantang just wanted to see it out of curiosity, please forgive her."

Fang Wuqiu didn't answer, and wiped dry carefully.

"Fang Wuqiu?" Wu Xiaoyun sighed deeply: "There is nothing you can do now, Tiantang, you have to pay well, what can I do, there will be a competition later."

Wu Xiaoyun tugged at Tiantang's sleeve: "Say it quickly."

Tiantang hurriedly said: "Fang Wuqiu, how much is your suit, I will pay you back now, twice, double the price? Please forgive me."

The oil paint on the clothes can't be recovered by simply wiping it off. Right now, the upper body of this costume is almost a disaster.

I can't wear it anymore.

Fang Wuqiu lowered his eyebrows, straightened his clothes and put them away, and shook his head in a very light tone: "No need."

Seeing him alienated and ignorant, Tiantang pursed her mouth and complained to Wu Xiaoyun in a low voice: "Who told him not to remove the paint."

Young Master A, who was very close to him, heard it, and said "fuck" angrily, speechless: "Then who asked you to open his oil paint, and the oil paint is just kept in a box and covered? Is Lao Lin an idiot who didn't see it?...Fang Wuqiu, don't be polite to her, she must be compensated."

"I didn't say no compensation." Tiantang hummed coquettishly.

But what is the use of compensation?This set of costumes was specially made by him for Yuzanen, even if it is too late to pay for it, instead of talking to these two girls, the most important thing now is to go to the competition party to see if there are any new clothes that can be borrowed.

He did it when he thought of it, folded the costume, and when he was about to go out, there were staff outside urging the live broadcast time to come soon.

One of the competition parties in charge of this PK final is a high-level executive of AG. After hearing Fang Wuqiu's request, he was quite enthusiastic to find a few makeup teachers to ask about clothes.

The make-up teacher rummaged through the preparation room and found a long gown, cloud shoulders and pleated skirt that could barely be called a "drama costume".

However, when he showed it to Fang Wuqiu, the latter choked.The gleaming and tacky fabric, the shape and color of the studio style, no embroidery, just pasted sequin patterns, the design quality is all messed up.

One of the most important "outfits" of an opera actor is a mess. How can he wear it and sing?

"Only this set, do you think it's okay?" the makeup teacher asked him.

Fang Wuqiu was silent for a while, eyes slightly lowered, a little dazed, quietly looking at the outfit.

The air froze for a long time, and the rest of the anchors didn't speak. The makeup teacher urged him several times, and he was getting upset.In the end, Fang Wuqiu did not cross the hurdle in his heart, pursed his lips, and shook his head.

He would rather be short than excessive, even if he goes to sing in an opera without any fancy clothes, he must not choose to wear messy outfits at will because he has nowhere to go.

In the matter of opera, how can there be no standards and no particularity!

What's more, the words of Professor Lin and Grandpa Chu are still in his ears. How can he "ruin" the opera that is regarded as a treasure on such a big occasion, and how can he bring wrong ideas to the opera lovers who like to listen to his live broadcast.

"Really? Then there is nothing else."

Fang Wuqiu shook his head and forced a smile: "Thank you teacher, no need."

The make-up teacher didn't force her, she shrugged her shoulders and said "whatever", and went about her own business.

"Well, then you should prepare well and enter the arena in 10 minutes." After the AG executive instructed, he also quickly walked to the scene to arrange things in the arena.

Even if I rush to buy costumes right now, I don't have time.

Even though Fang Wuqiu felt uncomfortable, he decided to go into battle naked.

He silently cheered for himself, and when he followed several anchors to the live broadcast room, his heart suddenly throbbed slightly, and he couldn't help raising his eyes.

The clear blue sky was filled with white clouds, and birds flew by. Fang Wuqiu's expression moved, and he couldn't help but think of the words that Chu Qian faced the sky and clouds without any scruples at the top of the Ferris wheel the day before yesterday, shouting and cheering for himself.

The corners of his mouth finally curled into a smile.

At ten o'clock sharp, the center of the gymnasium.

"This is the scene of the final of the first anchor PK competition jointly created by Xiong Miaomiao, Hairong and AG live broadcast platform for all audiences. The five anchors have already sat quietly in the live broadcast room, waiting for everyone's enthusiastic cheers!"

As the event kicked off, the curtain outside the live broadcast room was opened, and five simple and exquisite live broadcast rooms appeared in front of the live and online audiences one after another.

"Ah, well, well——"

With the warm cheers from the audience, the five anchors clicked on the link to start the live broadcast and quickly started the live broadcast.

The live broadcast room is a transparent window, but the anchor must concentrate. Under the barrier of the glass window, no sound from outside can be heard at all, but the audience can fully see the appearance of the anchor live broadcast.

Therefore, at the beginning of the live broadcast, the discussions all around did not stop.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"Young Master A is really tm handsome, and the tough guy is awesome."

"Ah, what's the matter with my family, Qiuqiu, why aren't you wearing costumes?"

"Aren't you going to sing today?"

"No, the last live broadcast said he would sing a new drama. I believe Qiuqiu. He must have other thoughts in his mind. Let's just listen to the drama obediently."

When the fans were suspicious, Fang Wuqiu clicked on the live broadcast button.

His lips were curved, his smile remained unchanged, and he raised his eyebrows towards the fans, and greeted the fans gently: "Good morning, I am the anchor Fang Wuqiu, and the content of today's live broadcast is pipa music."

[Coral]: Ah, doesn't Qiuqiu sing?

[Lemon]: It's just a pipa, so I'm afraid it will be difficult to attract other audiences.

[Yuanyuan]: Add one, Qiuqiu plays well, but it's just simple playing, it's definitely not as interesting as other anchors, why did Qiuqiu choose this live broadcast?What's wrong with it, I don't know.

There are countless fans who agree with the barrage, and they are all wondering if he has encountered difficulties.

Fang Wuqiu looked at the words of concern from the fans on the bullet screen, and warmed his heart. He hugged the pipa, raised the corners of his mouth, his bright eyes and white teeth were very seductive: "There is no other reason, I suddenly want to play the pipa, I hope you like it."

After explaining, he tilted his head slightly, and plucked the strings with his fingertips, and a string of lingling music like a stream of clear streams surrounded the live broadcast room.

[Coral]: Even if I just play the pipa, my autumn is the best!

Fang Wuqiu's red lips moved, and he slowly let out a soft humming sound. His fingers rubbed the strings nimbly, and the lingering sound lingered.

Dressed in simple clothes, without the slightest makeup, with a face as clear as a lotus, holding a pipa, playing and singing leisurely.

It seemed to be a static picture, which was completely different from the live broadcast room on the left and right.

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@小众圆笑谈: Is it a "clear stream", or is it pretending to be noble?Please take a look at the first anchor PK competition, what is the intention of Fang Moumou, an Internet celebrity opera anchor? [picture]

The finals were not over yet, and a series of provocative topics had been simultaneously opened up in the Weibo anchor circle.

Netizens in the key comment area are very idle, they don't even care why things happen, they listen to the wind and rain, and pretend to be the messengers of justice, and scold when they see the connotation of dragging, claiming to be a true Qingliu character.

"...fuck!" Chu Qian furrowed his eyebrows tightly, looking at the marketing account blog posts pushed by Weibo, he couldn't help cursing.

Damn, when everything has circles, there are pretentious idiots.

Assistant Wen next to him heard him swearing, and hurriedly said: "Shhh, you are the film king, and the public is like this. If the paparazzi finds out that you are going to die, don't blame me for not reminding you when you get scolded!"

Chu Qian ignored him, grabbed his mobile phone and was about to avoid the crowd on the set. When he reached the hiding place, Fang Wuqiu sent him a text message as promised.

When the news sounded, Chu Qian felt nervous before he clicked on the content of the message.

Xiao Wen didn't notice his abnormality, and continued: "Boss still has more, today's filming is over, and tonight is all the scenes of other actors and teachers, should we wait in the crew, or go back to the hotel to rest first?"

Chu Qian turned a deaf ear, her eyes were fixed on the content of the text message, her thin lips were slowly pressed down, and she was slightly absent-minded.

Fang Wuqiu: I'm sorry, I failed your expectations. I didn't get No.1, nor the top three... nor the top three.

Chu Qian's eyes flickered, and his breathing was slightly stagnant. Looking at these words, Qiuqiu's disappointed expression seemed to be right in front of him. He tightened his hand holding the phone, and turned his head suddenly.

Xiaowen was taken aback by his expression.

Chu Qian took a deep breath, and said in a very calm tone, "I'll go first, to Wan Lai."

"But sister Zhang said that she wanted to play against you tonight?" Xiaowen gestured to the set with her eyes, where the coquettish heroine was smiling and winking like silk.

Chu Qian lazily raised his eyelids and strode away.

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