Superstar Rebirth: The Actor is a Million

The contestants selected three sets of clothes the day before, corresponding to the individual show, double show and jewelry show.

But when Wen Yang changed his clothes, he realized that he was missing one piece.

After repeated confirmation with the staff, I still haven't found a matching top for the solo show.

He himself was wearing a simple T-shirt, which did not match the silver shiny pants at all, and going directly on stage would greatly reduce the judges' impression points.

"What should I do? Is the staff negligent?" Yang Shuo looked at him worriedly.

Xu Yangfan looked around and found that everyone was basically ready, and then looked at the time: "Even if we look for it again, it will be too late."

Wen Yang frowned: "It's my fault for not checking in advance."

"Why don't you put on the second or third set of clothes first?" Xu Qihang patted his head and made a suggestion.

Wen Yang shook his head: "The other two sets are well matched. If you use them now, your grades will be lowered in the next round. Don't worry, I'll think of a way."

Navell's solo show is over, and it's the boys' turn to appear next.

Since the lack of clothes was the fault of the staff, the program crew deliberately adjusted his order to the end.

Wen Yang's eyes fell on the dressing table, and his eyes flashed.

The appearance of the teenagers at the front desk drew screams and thunderous applause, and there was a familiar figure in the first row of the auditorium.

The man's hair is slightly longer, his black shirt is tied to the top button, and his slender legs are wrapped in tight pants of the same color.

The handsome appearance made some celebrities pale, and those sharp phoenix eyes were focused on the stage at the moment.

Sponsors were arranged in the first row, and the other business owners were cautious when facing him.

"Boss Fu is here too." The fat middle-aged CEO of Mediterranean greeted with a smile.

"En." Fu Zhao responded lightly.

The boss next to him wisely stopped disturbing and turned his attention to the stage.

When Wen Yang appeared on the stage, the audience fell silent for a moment, only the rhythmic music could be heard vibrating in the ears.

The screams piercing through the air were like waves hitting the shore, and the fans, including the live broadcast room, held their faces and eyes full of obsession.

The young man under the spotlight walked barefoot on the runway where the light and shadow floated. He raised his chin slightly, pursed his thin lips lightly, and his handsome face showed a cold arrogance looking down on the world.

The golden runes shone brightly on his face. He was bare-chested, sprinkled with silver glitter powder like splashed ink, and in the center of his chest was the corresponding rune on his face.

His lower body is white trousers, which make his legs straight, and his whole body is shining.

His brown eyes stared straight ahead, and there was nothingness inside.

It was like a god coming.

Whether it was the judges in front or the audience behind, everyone felt an inexplicable pressure.

Wen Yang walked the red carpet countless times in his previous life, so he didn't show any timidity on the stage. He had never been on the runway before, but this did not prevent him from creating a role of god for himself.

When he turned around, his empty eyes fluctuated, and his eyes fell on the audience, as if the unruly god had finally found something to make him happy.

The corner of the left lip was raised slightly, with a bit of interest and viciousness.

"Ah, he's looking at me!" Female fans screamed one after another.

But Fu Chao knew that just now Wen Yang's gaze was actually on him.

There was also an imperceptible provocation.

"Heh." He smiled lowly, narrowed his eyes habitually, and followed the young man on the stage.

Ten teenagers with very different styles stood on the stage, waiting for the final comments from the judges and teachers. The eyes of other contestants were also frequently attracted by Wen Yang.

Even though he was an opponent, he had to admit that when Wen Yang walked across the stage just now, he not only amazed the audience, but also amazed them.

"Captain?" Xu Qihang called quietly.

Wen Yang turned his gaze and smiled slightly: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just want to confirm if it's the captain himself." He blinked adoringly.

Just now the captain's aura was so good that his heart beat faster.

"Wen Yang, your performance really surprised me." Navier stared at Wen Yang fieryly, "As a qualified model, what you need most is your feeling of controlling the runway."

She gave Wen Yang a thumbs up and gave Wen Yang a super high evaluation: "Your aura matches Gro very well."

Gro is a well-known American luxury goods company, which includes clothing, jewelry and cosmetics business chains, and is owned by the old aristocratic Feline family.

This is her sigh from the heart.

Someone in the live broadcast room began to mock.

[Only he is worthy of Gro? 】

[Is the upstairs questioning the professional vision of a supermodel? 】

[Gro would not be blind enough to choose a tainted artist as his spokesperson. 】

The results will not be announced at the first time, because they are worried that it will affect their next performance, and they will soon be in a duo show.

Wen Yang's performance just now was really shocking, which put some pressure on many players.

Backstage, Yang Shuo and the twins sincerely congratulated him.

Song Nian came over: "It's not bad, I hope you won't hold me back later."

The boy passed by like a proud peacock.

Xu Yangfan and Xu Qihang made funny faces at his back, which made Wen Yang and Yang Shuo laugh.

Chen Feng, with a wisp of purple in his bangs, said with a smile, "Congratulations."

"Thank you." Wen Yang pursed his lips.

The moment Chen Feng turned his head, his eyes changed immediately, and there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

When he entered his changing room, he took out his hidden mobile phone and sent someone a message.

Only the words "plan failed" were displayed on the screen.

He quickly deleted the message and hid the phone on silent mode again.

Originally, I wanted to catch up with Wen Yang or Song Nian, so as to make myself more popular, but some people outside didn't want Wen Yang to enter the top three.

He looked relaxed. This is only the first match, and there are still opportunities in the future.

But he didn't expect that the next two assessments would make it impossible for him to start.

The two-person show started. Wen Yang and Song Nian appeared in white suits. They looked at each other and smiled before turning around, like two elegant princes.

"Ahhh, this is great too. The combination of Gentle Attack and Sick Shou can make up a hundred thousand word novel." An excited voice from a fan came from the second row of the auditorium.

Fu Chao turned his head and raised his eyebrows.

The final jewelry show was also very smooth. The good-looking teenagers showed off the necklaces on their chests or the luxurious watches on their wrists, bringing a visual feast to the audience on the scene and in the live broadcast room.

Fu Chao was welcomed into the temporary office in the manor by the chief director. He poured a glass of water, and the smile on his face wrinkled like a blooming old chrysanthemum: "Boss Fu, drink tea."

Director Jin is not considered a great director, but with the special talent show "Youth on the Moshang", he successfully jumped into the public's field of vision.

So he is very grateful to Fu Chao, a Bole.