The world doesn't fit me

An emotionless brother-killing machine.

The makeup artist really didn't expect that she was just careless, and the cosmetic bag that was safe and secure next to her would fall into the hands of this little bastard, Qiu Zhuheng.

None of those expensive cosmetics were spared, they were all humiliated, and were randomly smeared on the sinful face without dignity.

Looking at the wasted cosmetics, she felt that she was also being tortured.

Where is the squandered foundation, lip gloss and highlight, it is her life!

The make-up artist rushed forward and firmly protected her "children" away from Qiu Zhuheng, as if swearing to the death that she would not let go.

Qiu Zhuheng looked innocent, blinked his eyes, and asked pitifully, "Sister?"

If he didn't put on those colors, this expression might still be able to impress a young makeup artist.

But now Qiu Zhuheng's face is as if covered with mud, and there are still many places that haven't been wiped evenly. The bruises and purple spots have no lethality except disgusting people.

The make-up artist retreated tactically, his face contorted in disgust: "Don't look at me with the face that has been dunked in the shit bowl."

Qiu Zhuheng: "..." I was offended.

Lu Chen laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, he gave a thumbs up to this sharp-spoken makeup artist sister in his heart.

In order to hurry up, Qiu Zhuheng was forced by the makeup artist to remove the joke-like makeup on his face at once, and his fair face was wiped red with a cotton pad soaked in makeup remover.

Before that, while the makeup on Qiu Zhuheng's face was still intact, Lu Chen picked up his mobile phone and snapped a few photos as souvenirs, and sent them back to Baby's roommate, and sent a few rows of hahaha wantonly.

"Lu Chen": How can there be such stupid criticisms in the world?

"Lu Chen": I laughed out loud;

There was a vibration in the protagonist's hand in the dressing room next door, which was very clear in the quiet room.

The foundation that matched his skin tone was carefully spread by the male makeup artist. Fu Yanchuan closed his eyes and trembled slightly. After feeling the vibration in his hand, his eyelashes fluttered, and he lowered his eyelashes to scan across the lit screen.

The note of the person who sent the message is ALL.

The thing in the center of the picture that looked neither human nor ghost made Fu Yanchuan stunned for half a second.

It's Qiu Zhuheng who loves mischief again.

Infected by Lu Chen's smile, Fu Yanchuan couldn't help curling his lips slightly, then saved and forwarded it to Qiu Yunqi with a dark belly.

"Qiu Yunqi": Damn me;

"Qiu Yunqi": Can you stab this ghost to death with one knife?

"Qiu Yunqi": I want to become a brother-killing machine without emotion;

"Fu Yanchuan": Hahaha;

There was no response from the other side for about 5 minutes, but the phrase "typing" was always hanging on the top of the screen. Fu Yanchuan exited the chat interface and chatted with Lu Chen for a while, and the five large characters remained unchanged when he came back.

"Fu Yanchuan":?

"Qiu Yunqi": Don't worry, I'm a little dazed;

"Qiu Yunqi": Are you... really A Chuan?

Fu Yanchuan didn't understand, so he turned his head and continued to appease Lu Chen, telling him not to be nervous when he came on stage.

Lu Chen immediately replied proudly, how could he be nervous.

Seeing that he was so determined, Fu Yanchuan couldn't help but want to say something to tease him.

Before the thumb touched the screen, there was a knock on the door of the dressing room.

"Come in," he said.

Fu Yanchuan sat in the center of the exclusive dressing room, staring at himself in the mirror with the same indifference on his face.

He doesn't look like a person who comes to an event, but more like a company manager sitting in an office.

When the messenger opened the door, all the noise from outside squeezed in. Every pause in the host's opening remarks was mixed with cheers from the audience.

Fu Yanchuan frowned slightly, feeling a brief, imperceptible rejection of this.

"Mr. Wind from Chuanshanguo, the opening ceremony is almost over, and you can start preparing to go on stage after the up master of the dance area finishes dancing."

She also said, "The TV in the room has a live broadcast. You can estimate the time according to the process."

"Okay, thanks." He nodded officially.

After the door closed, Fu Yanchuan turned on the TV.The screen exudes fluorescent light, adding aperture to the huge room.

He was sitting on the sofa holding the phone in his hand, and the "ALL" was still on the top of the contact.

According to the process, Lu Chen is about to play.

Fu Yanchuan took the time to say to him by voice: "It's time to play, come on." The tone was flat, but it was indeed his style.

Lu Chen on this side was still fighting with Qiu Zhuheng, and just now received the news that he was going out of the dressing room to prepare.

Fu Yanchuan's encouragement shocked him, and he immediately replied: "You you you! How do you know?! You can't be watching the live broadcast too! It's so ugly! Don't watch it! Turn it off!"

Even if Lu Chen had seen himself in the mirror, even if he was indeed beautiful and amazing, he couldn't help worrying about whether Fu Yanchuan would not like it, would he find it ugly.

He didn't know what was going on, but he was always a little afraid of being seen by his baby roommate in his female clothes, afraid that he would laugh at him, fear that he would hate him, and fear that he would capture his ugly side.

Lu Chen was very anxious, and sent a few more messages in a row, even with a hint of warning, so unscrupulous that even a elementary school chicken like ignoring you can do it.

Fu Yanchuan couldn't help smiling, the snow and ice melted on his face, and his eyes were soft.

He imagined the way Lu Chen was speaking out of temper, and he always felt a little cute. The vicious threat didn't have any deterrent effect, but rather acted like a baby.

It's really sick, he thought, and there's no cure for it.

Fu Yanchuan hurriedly coaxed: "Okay, okay, listen to you, I won't watch it."

"Lu Chen": Really?

"Fu Yanchuan": Really.

The conversation ended with Lu Chen's last "bad words" like a cat scratching, but the TV in the room was not turned off because of this.

As soon as the camera turned, the host announced the curtain, and the audience applauded thunderously.

A corner of neon clothes and feather clothes got into the camera, and just shrank back cautiously as soon as it caught people's sight.

When the live music started to play, the plain purple costume completely fell into everyone's eyes.

The performers in this competition are divided into several waves, each performing different periods such as Qin, Han, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, Qing, Republic of China, and modern times. Each piece of clothing has its own characteristics and taste.

In each wave of people, there is a million-up master as the C position, which makes the performance more eye-catching.

I heard that the rhythm of the music has changed, and the dynasties have changed, and it is already the Han Dynasty.

The spotlight turned into a soft water blue, and a sparkle emerged as the direction was switched.

I saw a man standing in the center of the stage, with his back to the audience, making small movements, raised his right hand, and his sleeves slid down, revealing a beautiful wrist, with a peony tattooed on his wrist, and the man pulled out a beautiful peony under the light. flowers.

When Lu Chen turned his head, the audience was silent for a few seconds, and the audience held their breaths.Then someone came to his senses and screamed in the silence: "Master Grass?!"

Just this sentence caused an uproar.

The excited roar made Lu Chen, who had never had stage experience, tremble and almost jumped up from the stage.

He glanced down the stage resentfully, but he was caught by the camera and fell into Fu Yanchuan's eyes without any mistake.

There was still a part of panic in his eyes, which complemented Lu Chen's reproachful gaze, coupled with his foxy face, it really showed a bit of the charm of a female fairy.

Originally, Fu Yanchuan had no idea about women, and the teasing about Lu Chen wearing women's clothing was purely a result of curiosity and a dark underbelly, but inexplicably, this appearance pierced into his heart.

The corners of Lu Chen's eyes were red, and Fu Yanchuan's first reaction was to see him wearing a loose Hanfu, messy and open, the end of his eyes were red and moist, and he was clutching the bed sheet with his tattooed hands begging for mercy.

Fu Yanchuan paused, his eyes on the TV darkened a bit, and his thoughts were still flying along with his movements.

The reaction from the audience was so intense that the ceiling of the entire Chengwei Convention and Exhibition Center was lifted.The few male fans roared vigorously, and the female fans were also so excited that their throats were broken.

Some people who didn't know Lu Chen quickly asked who it was, and the fans immediately turned out their mobile phones and pushed the Green Tree homepage to the top of his arms, just like a large Amway scene.

The deafening cheers even spread to the independent dressing room in the backstage, and behind Fu Yanchuan was a looming roar.

He smiled, but he didn't feel noisy.

After the song is over, it will be the next dynasty, but the feedback from the audience after the performance is far less good than that of Lu Chen, and on the contrary, it is a bit dull.

This kind of arrogance continued until the next wave of climax - the annual up host came to the stage one by one to accept the award and gave a speech.

Fu Yanchuan got up and quietly walked towards the auditorium.

"He is a member of the post-00 generation. He has novel and interesting ideas and is the source of infinite happiness for us. He is full of innocence and childlikeness, making countless fans dream back to their childhood.

At the age of 16, he already gained a large number of fans and began to earn a considerable personal income.

Ledi Page is the youngest member of the Top 413 Up main life game area, with [-] million updated fans in real time!welcome! "

"As a junior high school Chinese teacher, he uses Qingshu as a platform to provide users with effective learning methods, share his wonderful teacher life, give countless students and users tens of millions of motivation, and become half of the learning area. The top 864 up masters learning Hezimumu in the living area, the number of real-time updated fans is [-] million! Please!"

The order of appearances is determined by the number of fans updated in real time.When Lu Chen changed his clothes and came back, Ji Jianglin just left his seat.

Lu Chen took his mobile phone and typed amidst the noise: Alright, the tribulation was successfully crossed.

He waited expectantly for a reply, and waited and waited, until Ji Jianglin came down with the trophy, and his baby roommate didn't reply.

"Lu Chen":? ?Where have you been? "Probe."

what happened?This was the first time in the past few days that Fu Yanchuan didn't reply in a second.

"How about a smile?" Lu Chen was interrupted suddenly in the middle of his distress.

With a sad expression still hanging on his face, he turned his head and asked Ji Jianglin: "What?"

"Cheng Yixiao didn't come."

"Huh? I haven't noticed yet."

Ji Jianglin said: "Last night I asked him why he hasn't checked into the hotel yet, and he hasn't replied to me until now."

"Is something going to happen?" Lu Chen frowned.

As soon as the words fell, the host said: "He is an old user of Qingshu.com, and at the same time a rookie up host. Last year, he appeared on the homepage of Qingshu many times with humorous and connotative commentary, and entered our field of vision.

His video style is distinctive and distinctive, and his personality is so unique that fans respect him as an uncle, and he has the highest follower growth rate and has jumped into the top ten up masters in one fell swoop.Weeds on the side of the road in the main game area of ​​Top 924 Up, the number of real-time updated fans is [-] million!welcome! "

Lu Chen froze, startled by the number of fans.

He stood up in bewilderment, thinking to himself, he just danced and broke 900 million directly?This is too popular, why don't we just switch careers and go to the dance area.

However, he just thought about it, and he never wanted to do such a thing as dancing in women's clothing in public.

Lu Chen received the trophy with his real name engraved on it from the host. The handwriting is chic and elegant, which is somewhat similar to what he wrote.

Facing the audience and the thousands of fans who came for him, he raised his voice and smiled, "Thank you."

Because he was in a hurry, Lu Chen didn't remove his makeup carefully, his lipstick and eye shadow were still slightly colored, and they looked more rosy under the light.

The patchwork black and white shirt he is wearing today looks especially good with this makeup.

After bowing at ninety degrees, he swept across the audience, and his eyes illuminated a vast Milky Way.

His eyes froze for a moment when he glanced at a point.

But when Lu Chen turned his head to look carefully again, the man had disappeared.

He seemed to see his roommate.

Because of that momentary illusion, Lu Chen was always a little absent-minded, and when Ji Jianglin talked to him again, he clearly felt that his eyes were wandering and empty.

"what happened to you?"

"Ah?" Lu Chen came back to his senses, "It's okay, just keep talking."

There was no one in the backstage, only a few cleaners left, their complaints were very clear in the empty corridor.

There was another figure in the dressing room where Fu Yanchuan was before.

Two tall and long-legged men were half-lit by the TV screen.

Among them, the one wearing glasses held a cigarette in his fingertips, and the flames were extinguished, exhaling thick smoke rings.

He noticed another frown for a moment, turned around and stubbed out his cigarette, "It's ready to go on stage."

"Hmm." Cheng Yixiao responded with pursed lips.

Infected by his gentle smile, He Zhen asked in a deep voice, "What do you want to eat later?"

"Anything is fine." Cheng Yixiao stretched out his hand to hook his little finger, and approached He Zhen's ear ambiguously, "Remember to stay here and watch me, I'll be right back."

The heart kept beating on the left chest, He Zhen suppressed the corners of his lips that wanted to rise crazily, and pretended to be calm: "Okay."