I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 116 The slap in the face came fast and fierce
For Jing Xiaoqiang, even staying in the lobby or parking lot of Zhuaner TV Station is more free than going back to the compound.

He doesn't want to do anything, but not to be controlled by people who don't allow this or that.

In fact, the media center building just completed next to Zhuaner TV Station is actually a foreign-related hotel including studios, apartments, office buildings, fitness centers, and high-end restaurants.

In 90, it is necessary to introduce the right bank hotel management team to operate.

It's similar to the hotel Jing Xiaoqiang stayed in in Shanghai, so isn't this much happier than being in the art troupe compound?
He is not interested in going out to visit Pingjing City.

In his last life, he had just been admitted to the Pingjing Drama Academy, and he had already traveled the entire capital with his classmates from other places. He even learned to ride a bicycle here.

Do not care.

Returning to the early morning fitness center and giving advice on the life of foreign guests by the way, this is actually the best way for him to maintain a foreign language context.

Of course, without Uncle Cheng and the others for their support, the tip would be gone.

Then the hotel's western restaurant can provide some food close to fitness meals, and it can be served 24 hours a day.

In the end, with the ID cards of the contestants of the Youth Song Contest, they freely went in and out of various studios to watch the excitement, watching those youth song contestants from all over the country intensely rehearse and prepare for the competition, and they were very happy.

Jing Xiaoqiang has developed this kind of joy in bitterness in Xicheng Theater, or he has a strong ability to adapt to joy in every aspect of life.

Just don't limit him too much.

Sure enough, he also did a good job of supporting the reception of the art troupe, and asked the propaganda officer to report what information there is every day.

I came here for two rehearsals, and the arrangements were well-organized, which was praised by the chief.

So during the last rehearsal, Jing Xiaoqiang was almost like the host.

After eating at noon, I was happily busy in the dressing room: "Sister Qian, please slow down, your makeup can't be like this, you know, I just asked someone to bring over foreign cosmetics, please don't snatch it, Sister Ming." Don’t snatch it, you have it, you have it... Brother Liang, you have it too, you don’t need to be polite, I’ll help you make up next to each other, I’ve learned a lot after staying here for the past two days.”

Don't the companions in military uniform love him as much as their younger brother?
Qingge has a characteristic, the point is that if you come to TV to show your face, you can basically change your destiny without worrying about food and clothing.

As for the ranking, it has nothing to do with whether it is the most popular in the end. The second and third prizes are particularly popular.

Therefore, they are doing their best and obeying the destiny, and will not fight to the death.

The art troupe is also a place with a great sense of collective honor, and the relationship is very good.

The other youngest sisters Ming are all 24 years old. While watching Jing Xiaoqiang help her adjust and sort out her makeup in surprise, which is completely different from her previous ones, she couldn't help gossiping: "Is there a date? Do you want me to give it to you?" You introduce?"

Jing Xiaoqiang quickly raised his hand: "Thank you! I am such a decent and ambitious young man, and I still have 30 to [-] years to live freely. I can find the right horse to drag me around the world. I don't need a partner..."

Tenor Liang Ge took the lead laughing out loud!

Even the leader of the team couldn't help laughing.

The contestants from other nearby provinces are very envious of this group of brothers and sisters, they are so harmonious and relaxed.

At this moment, the door of the super-large dressing room that can accommodate dozens of people was pushed open, and the makeup team arranged for the singers came in.

Jing Xiaoqiang didn't look back, and focused on the eyebrow modification on Sister Ming's face.

Then suddenly I heard someone whispering in the noise behind: "What is it, sister, Jie is already melted, why do you ask us to come?"

In fact, after hearing only the first three words, Jing Xiaoqiang's hands trembled!
Sister Ming looked at herself in the mirror with a general demeanor, her eyebrows raised and her tail raised like Zhang Fei, and she followed Jing Xiaoqiang's expression with a smile.

He could even feel his whole body stiffen.

Jing Xiaoqiang turned his head.

I can recognize it even when it turns into ashes.

It was so stiff that I could hear the muscles and tendons in my neck ringing, because it was like the plausible scenes in my dreams for countless nights.

What would it be like to see her again?
Are you dreaming again?

It has been more than four months since he came back, and he never seems to have doubted whether this life is a dream.

But at this moment, Jing Xiaoqiang felt like he was floating in the clouds.

All kinds of complicated emotions crashed into his face, his throat was blocked, and his eyes were hot.

A 50-year-old man has never thought that seeing his 20-year-old first love again will have such a violent feeling.

The feeling that the figure that lives in the memory reappears vividly in front of my eyes.

So unreal.

First reaction, well, not that pretty.

It turns out that I have been beautifying my imagination for the past 30 years.

Of course, it is also possible that Du Ruolan, Pan Yunyan, and even Luo Li's superb looks have affected her current aesthetics.

Then he hurriedly explained to himself, it's still possible, at least he's more beautiful than that nerd Yu Shufan, it's because he doesn't have makeup on.

The main reason is that it is a bit natural and mature... Well, let's just talk about Yu Jiefeng.

She is only 20 years old and looks like a big sister who has been working in the society for several years. She is [-] and has messy long hair. She obviously slept in and went out to work.

Yes, the make-up major of Pingjing Drama Academy began to work with the teacher early on.

Jieqing song contest is a big job.

Jing Xiaoqiang almost tasted the fruity flavor of Jinmen pancakes.

After all, the trajectory of fate is still implicated in this way and crashed.

But his mind was spinning a thousand times, but he didn't say a word, just staring at Bai Lianting.

These three words are like the traces engraved on the tombstone in my heart forever. I thought I had forgotten them, but the result is still so clear.

Even if there is only a body, Jing Xiaoqiang's eyes are 50 years old.

Sister Ming quietly adjusted the angle, tried her best to observe Jing Xiaoqiang's expression from the makeup mirror, and followed his eyes to find the place.

The girl ran over with a bunch of seniors and seniors, oh oh oh, except for the masters in military uniforms, everyone else hasn't changed yet. I really thought there was no work left, but the subsidy is calculated on a head-to-head basis.

Just kept talking in my mouth, talking fast and hitting people, what did you bring, lend me this, the pancakes are all collapsed this morning, next time I will take you to us...

I was able to keep an eye on the six roads and noticed that there was an affectionate look here, quickly rolled my eyes, and whispered to my companion: "Look, look, you really look like a chicken..."

Sister Ming couldn't bear it any longer, and asked in a low voice to Sister Qian, who was also absorbed in the same way, "What do you mean by walking away?"

The necks of the other two female singers in military uniform were almost broken, and they asked the same question.

Jing Xiaoqiang sighed with the corner of his mouth: "It means that it is deformed and long crooked, my... is indeed..."

In the third year, it will take more than half a year, and in the second half of the semester, this sister fell in love, so she hooked up with Jing Xiaoqiang, a freshman student of Bean Sprouts.

The current size is indeed not Bai Lianting's aesthetic hobby.

Sister Ming ignored her eyebrows: "Who is this, do you know him?"

Jing Xiaoqiang slapped himself lightly on the mouth: "My partner..."

Even the head of the art troupe came over and laughed together, Xiaoqiang, you are so funny, you obviously don't know this!
Brother Liang was honest, thinking that the younger brother was unrequitedly in love, and comforted him: "It's okay, we'll have two cups tonight, and we'll be on stage tomorrow, so don't affect your state!"

Jing Xiaoqiang suddenly laughed, he even learned how to roll his eyes from Bai Lianting.

At this moment, he even understood a little bit that he had finished his college entrance examination, and how long it would take the little girl to miss her kissing Feng Xiaoxia.

Because when I was hooked up by my senior sister, I was not just a simple noob, I actually remembered it all my life...

This time, I should fight back and find some money to make up for you.

He reached out and took a disposable paper cup from the dressing table, and walked towards Bai Lianting when it was empty.

Sister Qian and the others all squeezed their faces together, completely forgetting the seriousness of the military uniform they were wearing.

His eyes were sharpened, for fear of missing any details.

The chief's mouth moved, probably because of his raging gossip curiosity, which made him hold back from opening his mouth. Anyway, he wouldn't make a big mistake.

Even with heating, Jing Xiaoqiang was still wrapped in his fat down jacket, obviously a fat man.

But the shape of the face still has outlines. Bai Lianting once stroked Jing Xiaoqiang's chin and said that she just likes Jie...

So at this moment, Bai Lianting quickly glanced at the big boy who came over, pretending to be busy, and continued to use the hair dryer to fix the hair of the female singer in front of her.

Jing Xiaoqiang knew she was watching from the corner of her eye.

Maybe she rolled her eyes too much since she was a child, but Bai Lianting's eyes are very big, and her field of vision is extremely wide, like the compound eyes of a fucking fly.

This is her own description, the girl from Jinmen will not let herself off when she hurts others.

It has been 30 years, but Jing Xiaoqiang still remembers it.

He took out a ten-yuan bill from his pocket, folded it and then let it go, and it could be folded and stood on the table.

Jing Xiaoqiang made gestures like a magician to show his empty paper cup around, and then swam around a few times pretending like a god of gamblers holding a dice cup, and slowly covered the banknotes.

Bai Lianting squinted her eyes, watching intently, just like the uniform team over there.

Diva made up is seen, too.

There are at least 20 people watching here.

But contrary to everyone's expectations, just before he was about to cover it, Jing Xiaoqiang quickly took the banknotes under the mouth of the cup with his other hand, and acted like everyone was a fool, he squeezed the banknotes into a ball and hid them tightly in his fist!
What kind of magic is this!
Sister Ming and the others snorted, Bai Lianting suddenly rolled her eyes, her eyes were quite big, but only the whites of her eyes could be seen.

so boring!

But Jing Xiaoqiang brought his fist to his mouth and blew, then straightened it and spread it out, hey!

Bai Lianting really subconsciously made cute moves that lost her head...

Eyes are straight!

Over there, Sister Ming and the others couldn't help applauding!

Look, look!
Take a look at Xiaoqiang's technique of picking up girls.

Absolute technical flow!

There is also a psychological gap for playing hard to get.

That's right, before facing so many girls, Jing Xiaoqiang hasn't been tricked yet.

He just sang a song to Du Ruolan.

But now he picked up the covered paper cup with a blank face, and everyone was even more surprised, unexpectedly, there was a folded 100 yuan underneath!

Bai Lianting was completely stunned.

Jing Xiaoqiang stretched out the [-]-yuan coupon, flicked it in his pocket smartly, and then stretched out his hand: "Jing Xiaoqiang, nice to meet you, can I be your friend?"

It was the unlucky female singer who responded to him: "Ouch..."

She was burned by the fixed hair dryer!
(End of this chapter)