Chart Topper Queen

Seeing the other party so sad, Lu Ying asked, "Do you have pain in your body, or is it because you don't have a camera?"

"Of course it hurts because there is no camera!" Feng Qianqian whimpered, her tone angrily, "I've been crying like this, no one has ever photographed me, I'm so confused..."

"You change into a costume, and someone will shoot you."

"Forget it." Feng Qianqian's nasal passages were blocked after crying, and she muttered: "On this occasion that does not belong to us, we are clowns in costumes. I still have this self-knowledge. Xiaolu, please help me, My shoulder hurts a bit."

The place where the two stood was in the corner, Lu Ying blocked her shoulders, carefully opened the clothes and took a look, "It's blue."

"I knew it. Fortunately, it wasn't completely smashed. If there is no bleeding, go back and deal with it." She rubbed her shoulder with one hand, and after crying, she regained her composure. Suddenly, her eyes fell on the front, "Look there."

Lu Ying looked in the direction she pointed. After a performance, Nan Qiao, who returned to the backstage to change her costumes, was also a familiar face, Zhao Ziyu, who handed her water. The two talked and laughed for a while, and then, under the urging of the staff next to them, Zhao Ziyu accompanied Nan Qiao back to the dressing room to change clothes in a hurry.

The barrage immediately flew over the new message:

[What's the situation, how could Zhao Ziyu be with Nan Qiao? ]

[Who is Zhao Ziyu? ]

[Just when Goodnight first arrived in Class C, she took good care of her players... I smelled the conspiracy. ]

Feng Qianqian said firmly: "Is she from Class C? Everyone in Class C is trying so hard to get the camera. We have no reason not to do our best."

"Actually, if Qian Qian wants to take advantage of the camera, there is a better way."

It is rare to hear Lu Ying speak in such a tone, there is a mysterious and mysterious feeling, Feng Qianqian is unconsciously attracted to ask: "What?"

"Be a maid for them. If you want to attract the public's attention, you can maximize their negative emotions, such as anger. Imagine that after you get hurt for Good Night, you go to tidy up her skirt, no more movements are required. , just kneel in front of her, there will be enough information space. Let everyone see this picture, what will they say? They will scold Zhou Wanan for playing big cards and bully other players, and you are the one who is sympathized with, Audiences who hate Good Night Zhou will support you...Isn't this much better than rubbing off on an irrelevant scene?" After speaking, Lu Ying gave her a sideways smile.

Feng Qianqian shuddered and touched her arm unconsciously, "How could you think of this."

"I'm talking nonsense." Lu Ying said in a brisk tone, "Don't Qian Qian like it?"

"It's too perverted...Isn't it too miserable for Good Night Zhou? It's enough for us to rub the camera,"

"Yeah. But people are really strange species, and they will change with the change of the environment. Your situation is a huge monster that will wrap you forward. One day, you will make an order. What was surprising to you in the past may not have been worth mentioning to you back then."

Feng Qianqian felt dizzy when she heard this, and only remembered: "Anyway, I would never do this!"

Barrage audience: [Who said it, you did it later. ]

[I hear a slap in the face. ]

[To be honest, I was quite emotional when I saw this passage, but I couldn’t say it out loud, I felt very complicated, even if she did something wrong later, but after understanding a person’s experience, it seems that I don’t feel very good about her. the same. ]

[The one who said slapped the face earlier, I don't know why, I always think it was Beibei who wanted to slap us in the face...]

Lu Ying is no longer obsessed with this conversation, "Then we have another way."

"what?"

"Do you know the bedroom special?"

Feng Qianqian didn't know how to believe Lu Ying's evil. It might be that Lu Ying made her feel scared but very assertive at that moment, so she thought the other party could come up with some reliable ideas. Unexpectedly, after they took the bus back to the dormitory of the training base, Lu Ying took out a glass: "Let's have a competition to let it be cracked first."

"what?"

"When the resonant frequency of the sound is the same as that of the glass, it can shatter it."

"...but why did we shatter it."

"Aren't you looking for a camera all the time?" Lu Ying pointed to the 24-hour uninterrupted camera in the corner of the bedroom, "There is a free private camera here."

In addition to the feature film, the "Pick Beautiful Girl" program also includes the dorm and practice room clips. The "dorm special" that Lu Ying said refers to this part of the tidbits. But even in the tidbits, there are very few opportunities for them to get a single shot, and unless something interesting happens, they can be edited. Comparatively speaking, rubbing the camera next to the girls in the traffic class A has a much higher probability of being broadcast.

Feng Qianqian looked at the "private camera", and after a brief period of surprise, she still categorically refused to do stupid things with Lu Ying. Lu Ying started to practice breaking the glass while facing the camera alone.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The school flower girl looked up.

"The little deer wants to be the singer who shatters the glass."

The school flower girl laughed for a while, and invited friends from other dormitories to watch. Not long after the game started, everyone was in a good atmosphere, especially the girls in classes C and D. The less attention was paid to them, the more harmonious they would get along internally. Everyone cheered for Lu Ying, and laughed together under Lu Ying's high and low singing voice.

"It's the first time I found that Ying Ying is super cute."

"The little deer is really a living treasure, are you hiding too well, Qian Qian?"

"Lulu sings very well, and her voice is very clean."

Everyone dispersed after laughing. No one thought that Lu Ying could really attract the audience in this way. To put it bluntly, in such an overly blunt way of grandstanding, they just watched others laugh and let them face a dead man. lens to do? That was so embarrassing.

However, they have no ill will towards Lu Ying, who is working hard, not only because she is cute, but also because the other party is not a threat.

Two days later, Lu Ying found "extracurricular activities" after hard practice. Feng Qianqian trains herself into a dead dog every day, and she still finds time to keep looking for opportunities to interact with classes A and B. People talk to people, but the effect is not high. Feng Qianqian borrowed her mobile phone to see that the number of her fans was growing by the fingertips, and she seemed a little impatient.

The barrage in the live broadcast room is also anxious for Ai Bei, and some people have already begun to sigh: [Suddenly I feel that Feng Qianqian is not wrong. Compared with the good night that some people pay attention to to wash their own white, people without cameras want to gain attention more. Difficult, unless by some dirty means. ]

Under such circumstances, the agency of the two of them notified that there was a business dinner event that required their attendance. Feng Qianqian excitedly dragged Ying Lu to the dinner place, but found that Nan Qiao was also at the dinner table.

"It's over." She fell down on Lu Ying with her head down in dejection.

This kind of gathering is an opportunity, maybe you can get contacts and get some resources.

But with Nan Qiao around, hope becomes very slim. Nan Qiao was still in Class B at this time, but she was a chicken head, and her ranking was very close to that of Class A. For Feng Qianqian and the others, she was quasi-Class A. Moreover, the other party and Zhou Wan An are in the same company, and their status in the industry is higher than that of the company they are in. With her there, this party to promote relations can be said to have closed the door to them.

Nan Qiao also saw them and greeted them friendly.

If they had met on the show, Feng Qianqian would have gone up to have **** with someone long ago, but at this time, she had a grudge, so she just smiled reluctantly. Lu Ying quietly gave her a pair of chopsticks for the staple food, "Go back to rest after eating and drinking." They all practiced singing and dancing for a day, and she also admired Feng Qianqian's good spirit.

Feng Qianqian ate two mouthfuls, ready to serve as a foil.

Namjoon looked even worse than them, and it was said that she was pulled over from the magazine shoot. The popularity of "Pick Beautiful Girl" is terrifying in the summer, and all the bigwigs in the entertainment industry have paid attention to this piece of cake. The top-ranked players are undoubtedly hot and sought after. For some dinner parties and performance opportunities that Good Night Weekly can turn down, she, as the main pusher of the agency, can't put pigeons.

Sure enough, the excitement at the wine table revolved around Nan Qiao. There was a big guy called "Song Shao" at the table, who was quite young, but he was pushed to the throne by others. At a glance, he knew that his family background was very good. , to the entertainment circle to play the nature of the ticket purely,

Nan Qiao's agent kept saying good things to each other, and said to Nan Qiao: "Song Shao is still helping you make the list, thank you soon."

The people next to him jeered: "Yes, yes, a toast to Song Shao."

Feng Qianqian heard something wrong, kicked Lu Ying at the bottom of the table, Lu Ying stepped back, Feng Qianqian was angry that the other party didn't understand what she meant, and kicked her twice.

Under the lively and hidden wine table, the two of you played a "game" with one foot and one foot.

The people at the table had already started to drink Nan Qiao. Nan Qiao seemed to know the agent's plan, and his expression became worse by two points. Then the men asked her to sing for fun.

"Sorry, there was something wrong with my voice today..."

"What are you talking about, the little beauty's voice is sweet and moving, what's the problem? Don't lie to us." The middle-aged man's words were contemptuous and threatening, "If you lie to us, forget it, Song Shao is your number one fan. , I can't even listen to one of your songs? Are all the little stars so proud now that even fans don't care."

The middle-aged man looked at the agent, and the agent hurriedly hinted to Nan Qiao.

Nan Qiao pursed her lips, knowing that she could not escape, and was about to speak when someone suddenly said, "Let me sing a song for everyone."

The girl's clear and clean voice sounded on the dirty wine table.

"Little Deer!" Feng Qianqian shouted as she looked at her friend who suddenly stood up. Now is not the time to steal the scene, let alone the scene here, but if they offend any of the people present, they may not be able to stay on the show any longer.

Everyone else at the wine table was bewildered.

Who is this?

The people in the Luying company came out embarrassingly to smooth things out, but Luying's ranking was really not good. Even if they reported their names, these people were still confused.

Just as the middle-aged man was about to wave her off the table, Song Shao leaned back on the chair and said casually, "If someone recommends himself, just sing." These people didn't stop him any more.

Lu Ying opened her lips and sang:

"She\'sgone,

Outofmylife.

Iwaswrong,…”

Affectionate and regretful emotions flow in the singing, performed by the girl's paper-thin voice, with a feeling of being out of place. But the men at the wine table obviously didn't hear it, they only thought that the voice was not bad, and nodded again and again.

Unconsciously, with her singing, the others raised their glasses to drink. Nan Qiao was anxious and dazed, and did not dare to interrupt her, but seeing these businessmen enjoying the consumption of young girls, there was a kind of sadness.

Just as they were relaxing, the "girl" of "Fiveme, girl." would finish singing, and a high-pitched scream sounded!

The people in the box felt like they had been pricked by a needle for a moment, and they were shocked.

Followed by the twists and turns of high-pitched sounds, such as layers of waves, they hit people's eardrums directly, making people's heads hurt.

The wine glass on the table suddenly began to vibrate at a certain moment, as if it had found the resonance of the soul, and the group echoed with a buzzing sound. Under the girl's continuous high-pitched singing, a crack appeared in the glass.

Then, just like the collapse of dominoes, all the glasses could not maintain their shape, and shattered in the sad song "bang bang bang"!

The expressions of the people were also cracked like these glasses.

After the singing stopped, the scene was as quiet as death.

Feng Qianqian stared at her friend in amazement. Everyone else in the audience looked at the broken glass in a daze. The liquor dripped down the table, and some dripped under the table, wetting the middle-aged man's suit, and the middle-aged man jumped up suddenly.

"I'm sorry, the high-pitched singing is choppy, and it's not very pleasant."

The petite girl looked at everyone apologetically with innocent little deer eyes, and sat back after giving a curtain call to everyone's dull eyes.

The glass in Song Shao's hand was also shattered, and the red wine flowed out of his hand. He wiped his hands with a tissue, "Amazing."