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  But Murong Qiao also likes the position that director Xu Zhuo arranged for him, at least it's easy.

   And she can take a closer look to see if there are any good seedlings that can be drawn into her company.

  When mentioning Hao Miaozi, Murong Qiao thought for no reason of the boy named Jing Jianbai he saw yesterday.

   "Please close your eyes." The makeup artist signaled.

  Murong Qiao was obedient, obediently sitting on the chair and letting the makeup artist draw on her face.

   It's just that the thoughts in the head are more active because the eyes are closed.

   Taking advantage of the fact that there is still some time before the show starts, she can go to the backstage to take a look later. All the contestants waiting are there, and maybe she can find some "surprises".

  The makeup artist carefully added the last little detail, "It's done."

  Murong Qiao opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror.

  The makeup artist chose a set of light makeup for her, which was the icing on the cake for her bright appearance. I also painted the eye shadow with golden glitter, so that it looks better on the show, so that the makeup will not be overwhelmed by the lights.

   "Is there a mask? I'll go out for a while." Murong Qiao looked at the makeup artist and asked.

  Although he is not a celebrity, many people know his face, and Murong Qiao didn't want to get into any unnecessary trouble when he went backstage.

  The makeup artist went directly to the bag and took a mask for Murong Qiao, "Wearing a mask may affect the makeup effect a little. You can call me later or come back to touch up your makeup so that you can go on the show."

   "Okay." Murong Qiao agreed casually.

  She came to the scene last time to go through the process, so she is quite familiar with the route here.

  Murong Qiao put on a mask and a looser hat, walked around several busy staff members and walked towards the backstage.

  At the moment, everyone in the backstage is doing their own work with their heads depressed. From time to time, someone shouts to communicate work or give orders. When Murong Qiao comes over, he hears a mess of voices.

   "Hurry up, hurry up! What are you dawdling about! The show will start later, who is responsible for any problems!"

   "Didn't someone move the box here! Why hasn't it been moved!"

   "Lights lights! Double check!"

  The noisy voice almost drowned Murong Qiao in it.

  Different from the dressing room that director Xu Zhuo specially left for Murong Qiao, it was so quiet that one could calm down, but the backstage was in a mess, with people shouting all the time.

  Murong Qiao carefully avoided several devices and followed the route to the area where the players were staying.

   But the environment was too chaotic, and the cluttered sounds filled his ears, so that Murong Qiao didn't notice the sound of a hurried footstep at all, and was knocked sideways by the rushing person.

  She subconsciously supported the wall next to her, so as not to make a fool of herself in public and fall to the ground.

  The person who just bumped into him was because of too much momentum, so he fell straight on the ground, gasping for breath in pain.

   "Hiss—it hurts."

  Murong Qiao stood up straight, looking at the boy on the ground who was crying for pain.

The rare middle-length hair was tied into a small braid at the back of the head, and the fierce look was relieved a lot by the pained expression. Wearing a black leather jacket with rivets was particularly eye-catching, reminding Murong Qiao of a locomotive roaring down the street. The boy who passed.

   "I'm sorry, I didn't look at the road just now, are you okay?" Fortunately, the other party got up quickly, and it shouldn't be a big problem.

  Murong Qiao shook his head, "It's fine."

   "That's good, that's good. This is my phone number. If you call me, I will compensate you. I'm really sorry to bump into you."

  The other party seemed to be in a hurry, took out a pen and paper, wrote a series of numbers and stuffed it to Murong Qiao.

   "Besides, I have something to do, so I will leave first!"

   Without waiting for Murong Qiao to answer, the boy immediately got up in a hurry and left, he disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

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  Murong Qiao looked at the number in his hand because he didn't know it, but he didn't care too much, and stuffed it in his pocket casually.

   But I don't know if it's because there are too many backstage people who are too busy today, or because of fate, which made Murong Qiao extra favored by accident.

  After being almost knocked over by someone, Murong Qiao was mistaken for a staff member again.

   "Hey, it's just you." Feng Duo took a step sideways with a dirty face, and stood in front of Murong Qiao.

  He was condescending, and his tone was quite disgusting. "I want to change to a separate dressing room, you can find it."

  Crowded with that group of people, and a bunch of people walking around, in such a big place, he would be annoyed by the crowd.

   "I don't—" Murong Qiao was about to explain.

   "How much can you set a price, and just give me a separate dressing room." Feng Duo interrupted.

   Murong Qiao frowned, and glanced at Feng Duo's clothes.

   Today is the primary election, one hundred and fifty people are divided into groups of five, and the uniforms will be unified, so Murong Qiao can tell from the clothes on Feng Duo at a glance that he is a contestant.

  It's just... Murong Qiao was really surprised that there were such bad players among the players.

  She was even thinking about how this person got in during the audition.

   "Are you dumb?" Feng Duo said impatiently.

  The ambient buzzing outside also annoyed him terribly.

  Feng Duo has always had the best food, clothing, and housing since he was a child. Like now, he squeezed into the same room with others to prepare for makeup, and asked himself to cooperate with others in performances. Feng Duo can be called irritable.

  If it weren't for the sake of being selected as an artist by these companies, he wouldn't come to this **** place.

   Before Murong Qiao could speak this time, the door behind Feng Duo was opened again, and Qiu Ze walked out from inside.

   "Feng Duo? Are you still not going back to put on makeup?" Qiu Ze came over and asked.

  He raised his eyebrows worriedly, "If this delay continues, I'm afraid the time to go on stage will also be delayed."

  The other four people in Feng Duo's group were all ready now, but Feng Duo remained silent for a long time.

  Four people in the room gathered together to complain that they had Feng Duo as a teammate, and each of them complained about losing the selection because Feng Duo delayed the game, but no one was willing to persuade them to go back.

   After all, he is a young man from a rich family. What would ordinary people like them do if their words made people angry and were retaliated against?

  Under such circumstances, Qiu Ze, who was sitting by the side, suddenly made a noise and took the initiative to take over the matter.

  Feng Duo didn't even look at Qiu Ze, he stared at Murong Qiao and said. "Is it a lack of money or something else? Time is tight, so hurry up and change the room for me."

   "I can't change it." Murong Qiao directly refused.

  She wrote down Feng Duo's appearance, and immediately pulled him into her blacklist.

   Regardless of whether he is good-looking or talented, CG will definitely not want this kind of character. This is a matter of character.

  Feng Duo clicked his tongue, "Can't you change the room?"

  Murong Qiao was too lazy to waste time talking to this kind of person, so he turned around and left after taking note of the other person's appearance.

   "Don't embarrass others, the game is important now, if you don't go to the game if you are absent, you will be judged as a loser." Qiu Ze sighed.

  Feng Duo snorted coldly, because Qiu Ze's words attracted attention, but he didn't notice that Murong Qiao had left.

  He looked Qiu Ze up and down with his eyes, as if thinking. "Are you flattering me?"