Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 471 Cat-Eared Teenage Idol vs. Draft Group’s Favorite Little Salted Fish 22
"Great!" The girl held Jiang Li'an's hand, blushing and said, "Fortunately, I didn't miss you!"

Which play was sung!

no?Is this the script we got? !
When the show airs, Yuan Qian wants to see how netizens scold Jiang Li'an!

The title of capital household can easily be associated with bad things, especially in shows like talent shows.

Jiang Li'an's performance was at the back, and the director asked her what she was going to sing and whether she needed to cooperate.

Jiang Li'an sneered: "Don't worry, I can't run away again."

The director wants to cry but has no tears.

Miss, I'm afraid!

Don't make trouble!

The director started to get bald.

Jiang Li'an was very sleepy halfway, his eyes turned around, he got up calmly, and slipped out of the stage quietly.

It ran away!

Other trainees: ?

This is really no shot at all, why is she running at this time?

"Li An..."

Someone called her.

"Shh." Jiang Li'an put his finger on his lips, signaling her not to speak.

The staff looked at each other: "Director, this..."

Except for the director, no one knows Jiang Li'an's identity yet, the director cursed: "It was cut."

It was rainy in Nancheng in July, and today was rarely a sunny day. Jiang Li'an walked slowly in the base.

When the others saw Jiang Li'an, they thought it was a staff member of the base, and greeted him cordially.

The base area is huge, and Jiang Li'an didn't know where he was when he was walking around. When he was at a loss, he saw a slender and tall figure under the plane tree in front of him.

Just sitting on the silver suitcase with legs bent, one hand casually supporting the handle of the suitcase, his fingers are cold and white, with well-defined knuckles, he is wearing a clean white shirt, the light passes through the branches and spots of light fall on him sporadically. Body, full of youthful spirit.

From Jiang Li'an's perspective, he could only see his back.

Her eyes lit up, she hurried forward and patted his shoulder lightly with her fingers.

"Hello..." May I ask how to get to the building in Area A?

Before he finished speaking, the words stuck in his throat.

Hearing the sound, the man raised his eyes, flaxen hair was reflected in the deep blue pupils, his eyes were cold, and when he saw her, he narrowed his eyes.

Looking at each other for two seconds, Jiang Li'an's head started from a dead state, as if he hadn't seen anything: "Excuse me."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

When a qualified black fan confronts his own black star, he may curse or feel guilty, but Jiang Li'an just wants to stay away from him.

Especially an hour ago, when I met his "fans" and got blocked, I was very angry, and I didn't look good when I saw the right owner.

Before he could take two steps, someone grabbed the ear of the hat behind the sweater and pulled it back.

"Run what?"

"Don't pull me!" Jiang Li'an turned around and glared at him, his voice was an octave higher, and he couldn't lose his aura.

Due to the angles of their postures, one can see the delicate collarbone of the young man's neckline when he lowers his head.

Shen Qingzhuo sat halfway on the suitcase, her long legs resting on the ground, her slightly curved lines were superior and smooth, revealing a small and beautiful ankle, her upper body was very straight, and her shirt showed a cold snowy color under the dappled sunlight.

The girl's hat was hooked with her finger, and due to their posture, the distance between them was a little close, so she withdrew her hand lightly.

"lead the way."

Jiang Li'an was confused.

What way? ?I don't know how to go my own way!
The boy straightened up, holding the handle of the suitcase with one hand, and stood under the shadow of the sycamore tree.

Light and dark intermingled, cutting him into bright and dark sides. The profile of his side face was clean and neat. He wore a black earring on his left ear, and the broken diamonds reflected the glass-like light. He was cold, like him.

After walking two steps, he realized that the people behind him hadn't followed him. He turned around, looked at the girl who was still standing there, and thought of the little girl who was on WeChat more than half an hour ago.

"What are you doing, let's go."

Jiang Li'an confirmed this time that he was talking to himself: "You called me?"

"Is there a ghost behind you?" Shen Qingzhuo asked back, looking down at the phone: "Go to the third floor of Area A, you go ahead."

The third floor of Area A is the stage area for the trainees, Jiang Li'an came out from there, and just happened to be going back, bit the bullet and tried hard to recall the road map.

Move forward!

Shen Qingzhuo followed her unhurriedly, with no expression on her face, and her breath was very overwhelming, which cannot be ignored.

The guide stopped and went, hesitating.

10 minute later.

The two stood in front of the unfamiliar building and were relatively speechless.

Two 10 minutes.

The two circled back to the first sycamore tree.

Shen Qingzhuo: "Are you walking around here?"

Jiang Li'an said blankly, "I'm looking for a way."

"Looking for the way?" He nodded, his tone was very calm, "Will you go home before dark?"

"I can still use an umbrella when it rains, so don't worry about it."

Shen Qingzhuo rolled his eyes: "How did the program crew choose a staff member like you?"

"Who is the staff?" Jiang Li'an looked up.

"you are not?"

"Where do I look like?!" Jiang Li'an didn't expect the other party to think of her as an errand runner, and laughed angrily, "I'm here to participate in the draft seriously, okay?"

Shen Qingzhuo took another look at her, his eyes slid across her face, and then he glanced at the time on the watch.

"Now it's time for trainees to perform on stage. If you're not there, you should go home early."

Jiang Li'an became angry like a puffer fish.

She wants to go home! !

Opened his mouth, but was speechless again.

Sneered: "If I were a staff member, I wouldn't lead you the way!"

"How did I offend you?" Shen Qingzhuo raised her eyes, her tone was calm.

"Black fans are unreasonable!"

"..."

In the end, Shen Qingzhuo called the director and called a staff member over.

When the staff came over, they saw that they were together, wiped their eyes, and wiped their eyes again to make sure that they were not blind.

"Zhuo God, do you know each other?"

Shen Qingzhuo said without emotion: "Not familiar."

Jiang Li'an: "I don't know."

Still... pretty tacit understanding?

I don't know how they came together.

"I haven't been able to find you, Zhuo Shen, where have you been?"

Shen Qingzhuo: "Take a walk."

Jiang Li'an: "..."

Why not go around in circles?
The staff looked at Jiang Li'an in the next second, and warned: "The trainees don't run around, it will be your performance soon."

"Oh."

The staff took the suitcase from Shen Qingzhuo's hand and led them to Area A.

Jiang Li'an returned to the stage scene on the third floor, while Shen Qingzhuo went up to the top floor accompanied by the staff, without saying a word.

The performance on the stage is still going on.

"Li Li, where have you been?" the trainee asked her in a low voice.

"Walk around casually." Jiang Li'an answered her seriously, "Stand on a terrain so that you can carry out secret missions in the future."

The trainee couldn't laugh or cry, shared gossip with her and complained a bit.

"The next two groups of trainees will be Mousse Entertainment. That Yuan Shilan has been using Zhuo Shen's reputation to create momentum, and she keeps talking about Zhuo Shen. Let's see how she can dance."

Jiang Li'an was silent when he thought of the person he had just met.

Shen Qingzhuo came here?

Is he the mysterious mentor?

How bad things happen one after another.

"Boom-"

The music is on.

This group is five trainees from Lotte Entertainment, singing and dancing on stage.

The last dance part was over. Five trainees stood on the stage. Tan Junxi was discussing the evaluation grade with the other two instructors. He was holding a microphone in his right hand and was about to speak.

The cold and brief voice resounded clearly on the stage.

(End of this chapter)