After realizing that I am beautiful [Rebirth]

Qi Lin arrived at the cafeteria rather late, when he entered, most of the people had already finished eating, and now everyone was touching up their makeup.

There are also some who are not in a hurry to leave when they are full, and chat with morning tea.

"I met Boss Zang upstairs this morning, Da Jin, Lord, this figure came in person on the first day of recording, does it mean that our show is actually quite interesting?" Several people sat and spoke in low voices.

"No, I don't know if his mentor is here this time, they are particular about performances," one of them propped his chin, and took a picture from left to right of the screen of the phone that had stopped, "Old Ge is here as a judge, As the owner, he is not allowed to come and stand guard in advance."

"Old Ge, Uncle Ge Wan" the man came alive, "I heard the name is familiar, what is the background?"

"He's an old guy in the middle of the North City. If he can be hired for filming now, he won't have to worry about not being able to make money."

"Then Zang Nandu is also from Beicheng Central Opera." The speaker straightened his body with a look of incredulity.

"I said you really don't understand," the other party put down the phone, "Do you know how many people were shocked by the graduation rehearsal that year, that was a real acting genius, and the noise that was made can be said."

He shut up in the middle of speaking, turned his head around and realized that many people were listening to Jin and Lord's gossip, he gave a dry cough, called his friend who was still eating buns, and went out by himself.

Qi Lin had finished his meal while he was chattering, and Makoto Sahara slapped him with his fingers.

"You are very familiar with Master Zang." Makoto Sahara thought at first that Qi Lin was Mr. Shen's favorite, a name he had killed halfway through Chen Xing, so he asked a little more carefully.

"Master Zang, you'd better not lean on him," Sahara Makoto said in a low voice, approaching Qi Lin, and lightly touched Qi Lin's body with his arm, "You can't handle the consequences of provoking with just a face."

Qi Lin was clearly confused, "How do you say that?"

Makoto Sahara suppressed a smile, "I want to know"

Most of the youngsters like Qilin who just entered the industry are ignorant of the world, and Makoto Sahara was happy to find such a person.

He stretched out his finger and hooked it forward, "Call again, brother, I'll listen."

Qilin stood up and walked forward, he couldn't say a second sentence with a fool like Sahara Makoto.

"I'm angry." Makoto Sahara stood up and took Qi Lin's arm, "If you say that Zang Nandu doesn't like you."

Qilin stood still and turned around, and saw Makoto Sahara smiling,

"But I'm different."

Makoto Sahara changed his warm and gentle demeanor just now, and lowered his voice, "You deliberately entered his elevator just now. To put it bluntly, you just wanted to hug Lord Jin's thigh."

Hearing this, Qi Lin finally opened his mouth, "Listen to what you mean,"

"You did this"

Makoto Zuo Yuan did not expect such a sentence to be answered by Qi Lin, and he was a little bit uncomfortable in front of many people, so his face darkened slightly, "What's the difference between you and me, let me tell you, if you want to climb even a finger of Zang Nandu There are too many people here, and you can’t even rank here in terms of face.”

Qilin looked Makoto Sahara up and down, and smiled with his lips pursed.

Sahara Makoto on the other end didn't know, so he followed up and wanted to reach Qilin's shoulder. When he was approaching the broadcast room, he turned a corner and met a person.

Withdraw your hand immediately.

Qi Lin stared at the person who came, he was still the boy who was familiar with him in the car when he came to the show.

The other party's eyes flicked back and forth several times on the face of Qilin Ge Sawara Makoto, and finally he walked between the two with his head down.

On the way, Qilin looked at the summoning notice in the group, and wanted to steal a cigarette first, and when he reached the lobby on the first floor, he was stopped by Liang Shuxing before he turned in.

He stood outside the door holding a small electric fan in his hand, blowing it in his face, Zang Nandu was standing next to him, Liang Shuxing's eyebrows were crooked, and he was having a good time talking.

So when Qi Lin met him for the first time, he stopped him.

"Xiao Lin," Liang Shuxing called out, and called his assistant to move the green boxes on the car down one by one.

Qi Lin naturally turned around and walked there, asking, "Brother Liang also brought his own condolences when he participated in the show."

Qilin saw that the packaging was simple, but the hot stamping on the top was unique.

"Dahongpao" Qilin's eyes were sharp, and he picked out an unremarkable piece of paper on the box.

"This is good tea, Brother Liang, this is a big deal," Qi Lin visually observed that Liang Shuxing brought more than this kind of tea, and also had a few boxes specially unpacked, leaving only an unremarkable individual package.

And just counting the small box in his hand, it cost thousands of dollars.

Stuff is indeed a good thing.

"Master Zang," Liang Shuxing tilted his head and poked his head in. "Old Ge hasn't come yet, so you can carry two boxes for him. If you still want to have some Biluochun silver needles, please send a message." Liang Shuxing said After I felt a little overwhelmed, I said again, lowering my figure,

"It's a special product from my hometown. It's a pity that I couldn't meet him before. Today I specially brought it for him to try." Liang Shuxing handed it to Zang Nandu, but the other party didn't move.

"Your heart, I will borrow flowers to offer Buddha," Zang Nandu looked at Liang Shuxing, and finally said, "It's not suitable."

"Mr. Ge will be here later. I guess this recording is over. If you want to, just squat for a while longer," Zang Nandu looked at Qilin while speaking, and asked with a soft breath, "Have you eaten?"

"Well, with Brother Yuan Cheng." Qi Lin blinked obediently.

Zang Nandu frowned, hummed and went backstage by himself.

Liang Shuxing looked at Zang Nandu's direction and looked back, his brows and eyes were a little less energetic than before.

Only then did the boss congratulate Qi Lin, "We haven't seen each other for a few months, so we're going together."

"It's rude to talk about colleagues. I'm from the same school as my teacher. According to the rules, you have to call me senior brother," Liang Shuxing greeted, then turned his head and directed his assistant to find a place to put the tea.

The two boxes that Zang Nandu didn't pick up just now also stuffed them into the assistant's hands along the way, and said, "Take these two boxes too."

The assistant moved over and over again, before wiping off the sweat on his head, he looked at Qi Lin's hand and immediately understood what his artist meant.

It is obvious that he uses the title of senior brother to overwhelm Qilin, but he clearly refuses to give the good stuff in his hand.

This is broken.

Deliberately making Qilin look ugly.

"I learned a skill from the same teacher, I think, let's talk about it now." Qi Lin turned around and walked to the recording studio while playing buttons.

"It's a little early."

"Brother Liang, talk back." Because of this matter, Qi Lin was too busy to entertain himself, and his mouth became dry.

When Qilin walked to the show, Shan Yiting waved at him.

The difference is that there is already a circle of spectators around, all girls in their twenties, and the few in the front row are holding up their own idol signs.

Because there is a time limit for the coffee slots invited by this program, so to a large extent, they may not be able to come in time. Makoto Sahara is one of them. He just finished his new play recently, and the company asked him to give him a semi-entertainment status. Here it comes.

With his position, basically this kind of announcement of unknown nature can be regarded as his intermediate pastime.

"Sincere and sincere"

"Sincere and sincere"

The fans of Makoto Sahara at the scene had special fans directing in the middle, and their voices were the loudest.

Liang Shuxing's fans were in a languid state, holding signs and looking towards the exit of the studio.

Liang Shuxing's current state is different from Zuo Yuancheng's. He has a tight schedule of announcements. Although Shen Fangzhou first screens his announcements before the rest can reach the hands of Liang Shuxing's big manager. Most of them are endorsements of small fringe brands. Nutritious variety show.

When it was time to record, the talent came.

"Ah, ah, star"

"Brother look at me"

"brother brother"

When Qilin arrived, he just caught up with this wave of carnival.

"Brother Shan," Qi Lin listened to the commotion at the scene and leaned over to pick up the final script in Shan Yiting's hand.

"The recording of the show will start later, you" Shan Yiting was halfway through the conversation, seeing that Qi Lin's face was still red, he asked, "Have you put on makeup?"

Qi Lin touched his face and shook his head, "Forgot."

"It's probably hot to eat."

He really forgot, he talked nonsense with Zuo Yuancheng all the way on the way, forgot that Zuo Yuancheng came here with makeup, and he just woke up and had breakfast.

Shan Yiting found that as long as Qilin's face was stained with blood, he would look softer.

"So," Shan Yiting said, "Now, just smile."

Qi Lin was taken aback.

But the face still does it instinctively.

"Wait for a while," Shan Yiting rubbed Qi Lin's face carefully, and went to the guest rest area to pour a cup of hot water.

"Or find a place to warm up, just don't let the color on your face fade away," Shan Yiting instructed, and compared with the director for his brother's ok gesture, he stepped off the stage.

Now on the stage, c is reorganized according to the voices of netizens in the first round, and then the first round of running-in games begins.

For the follow-up shooting after the broadcast.

Before the tracking and filming, all the c groups are temporary in nature, and the voting of the whole network changes in real time. In the end, it will be limited to twelve o'clock in the morning on the recording night to determine the c group for the first stage of tracking shooting.

Qilin found a seat on the stage and stood there. After scanning around, he saw the trainees from the three companies standing stiffly, and next to him was the top-ranked trainee who was already on fire. Yesterday's pre-rehearsal couldn't be said at all. In other words, standing next to each other is even more embarrassing now.

And the atmosphere at the scene was not friendly to the trainees.

For the first exposure, there were no basic fans in the early stage, but now they are put on the table together and judged.

Qilin put his hands in front of him, and there was a cup of hot water on the item table in the game interaction session. He would stop and drink a few sips during the game.

He looked down, and there was an empty seat next to Editor Zhou on the judging panel, with Uncle Ge Wan written on it.

What the program wants is interaction, and the scene grouped c according to popularity.

The most vocal ones are Liang Shuxing and Sahara Makoto.

Because of the promotional bonus of Boundless Boundary before, the two people have a strong sense of fan recognition in the role positioning in the early stage, so the high-profile combination of the two high-voted cs among this group of people is expected.

And because the fans at the scene were too enthusiastic, the director had to maintain order several times in the past before the show could go on normally.

During the recording and broadcasting of the second half, there was no arrangement for Qi Lin, so he sat alone in the lounge.

Because very few people are willing to leave the recording studio, the trainees of several companies will choose to stand by even if they don't have their own field now.

So the studio is empty now.

Qi Lin turned his wrist upwards, leaned on the chair and sat with his head up.

He used his mobile phone to set a reminder after 10 minutes, and then closed his eyes.

Until he felt that the right side of his face was hot, and he wanted to open his eyes, but his thin eyelids were covered by a wide and warm palm.

Originally glowing orange, the field of vision suddenly turned black.

The owner of these hands did not speak, and pinched the tip of Qi Lin's nose with the other hand, and then moved his fingertips down.

The man's fingernails were short, and when his fingertips were attached to Qilin's Adam's apple, Qilin couldn't hold back the itch, and licked his mouth and swallowed.

"Brother Yuan Cheng," Qi Lin opened his mouth and pretended to make a sound, knowing that what he said was wrong, but this sense of guilt was greater than curiosity.

Because he really wanted to know.

What is Zang Nandu's reaction now?

After he finished speaking, the palms on the eyes still did not move away, replaced by the itchy fingers on the Adam's apple and became a slap.

This touch is actually very strange.

It's obviously a fiery palm, but the temperature of the fingertips is still icy cold when it touches the skin.

The synaesthesia that was forced to be magnified in the dark made Qi Lin roll his eyes again.

"Brother," Qi Lin tried not to laugh when he spoke, he couldn't control it, and lightly touched those hands.

I called a few ambiguous "brother" as if begging for mercy.

The other party finally reacted.

"Tell me again,"

"my name."

When the other party revealed his voice, Qi Lin stretched out his hand, clasped his two hands on top of his head, straightened his attitude, even straightened his body, and yelled obediently,

"Master Zang."

When the other party approached, Qi Lin slightly raised his neck forward.

Familiar tobacco smell.

The hand was still there, and Qi Lin heard the sound of pulling the stool, and then he intuited that Zang Nandu was sitting behind him.

The sound of breathing is heavier.

"There are many people in the circle," Zang Nandu narrowed the distance between them, looking at the tip of his nose protruding from his palm, "Be careful."

"You said Sawara Castle," Qi Lin said thinking he stood up, but the hands clasping his eyes were still stubborn and stubborn.

"You can see through, there's no need to do this." Zang Nandu withdrew his hand, and finally put his arm on the stool behind Qi Lin, "It's not necessary for me."

Qi Lin turned his body sideways and stretched his arm backwards. He stretched out a long part of his arm, and poked his index finger on Zang Nandu's suit.

"There is no one now," Qi Lin hinted by staring into Zang Nandu's eyes.

"I can see through it, and you can see through it," Qi Lin said, standing up, pointing Zang Nandu's shoulder to draw a circle, and then turning himself onto the opponent's lap.

The posture is presumptuous and blatant.

He stared at the other person's eyes, which were empty and unable to grasp.

Everyone said that Zang Nandu was a devil.

Qi Lin looked at him as cute,

devil's palm,

Also hot.

The remaining warmth on Qilin's neck did not fade, and even the earrings were hot.

"Pfft..." Qi Lin looked up at Zang Nandu and laughed.

Zang Nandu raised his head suddenly, "What are you laughing at?"

Qilin stood up by himself, approached Zang Nandu, stretched out a finger and pressed it between his eyebrows, and he tried it step by step. Qilin held the opponent's hand and slowly moved it to his neck, as if he didn't understand, "Laughing, you obviously I really want to."

Zang Nandu's hand moved, he opened his mouth slightly, raised his arms backwards, and finally hung behind Qi Lin, and when he was about to hit him, the timer phone suddenly rang.

Zang Nandu paused, staring at Qi Lin's eyes again, biting his name in his mouth.

"Your name is Qi Lin." Zang Nandu said, and then stretched out his hand to help Qi Lin pinch the folds of his clothes.

Then he took off his glasses.

Those are very clean and cool eyes.

Qi Lin on the opposite side bent his eyes, looked at himself in the mirror and approached Zang Nandu to answer the conversation, as if he was re-introducing himself.

"Master Zang, hello, my name is Qilin."

Qishan evil road, a single tree becomes a forest.