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At this time Ji Baibai also came, because of the accident that happened in the rematch before, Ji Baibai carried a lot of things in his hand.

Seeing this, Murong Rong heaved a sigh of relief.

"Come on, I'm waiting in the audience to see you shine." It was Cheng Lin who spoke.

Originally, in this final, Cheng Lin intended to continue to be Murong Rong's display model, but because of her high reputation, she was politely persuaded to withdraw by the organizer.

Queen Cheng's reputation is too strong. She showed Murong Rong's clothes, which was unfair to other contestants.

Cheng Lin scoffed at the word "fairness", but did not insist.

Because, Murong Rong's strength does not need the blessing of her reputation at all.

"Thank you, Miss Lin."

"What's your name, Sister Lin? Cousin." Cheng Lin cast a sidelong glance at Rong Jiuci: "After all, this guy is just a younger brother in front of me."

Murong Rong blushed slightly, and called out generously: "Cousin."

"Hey, this cousin is really nice." Cheng Lin was satisfied, she patted Murong Rong's arm: "Let's make a comparison later, if there is anyone who is not good-looking and refuses to wear your dress, you can call me, I'm still going on."

Murong Rong felt warm in his heart, and thanked him very sincerely: "Thank you."

"Why are you being so polite? You have made a life-long appointment with my cousin, and that is my family. Of course, it would be even better if you would leave me a set of high-end sets from your studio."

Since Murong Rong won No.1 in the rematch, the works of Shengkai Studio have risen accordingly. In addition, Murong Rong does not want to let his works rotten for the sake of sales, so he controls the output extremely strictly, so it is difficult to wear a single piece of clothing. beg.

Murong Rong agreed straight away: "It's my honor to make my cousin like it."

Only then did Cheng Lin feel happy.

It was getting late, Murong Rong was about to go in with Ji Baibai, but just as he turned around, Rong Jiuci stopped him.

"What's wrong?" Murong Rong turned her head, and then a kiss landed on her forehead.

Rong Jiuci raised his hand to pin the broken hair around her cheek behind her ear, and said softly, "Lucky kiss."

Cheng Lin was dissatisfied: "What's the point of kissing the forehead? Kissing the small mouth is fine."

Faced with Cheng Lin's ridicule, Murong Rong's cheeks turned red immediately, and he dragged Ji Baibai into the venue as if fleeing.

Cheng Lin clicked her tongue: "I can't help being funny." Turning her head and seeing Rong Jiuci staring at Murong Rong's figure, she couldn't help but said, "It seems that you really fell for it."

"I thought you knew this already." After speaking, Rong Jiuci turned around.

"Hey, where are you going? The VIP seats go from here."

"Who said I'm going to the VIP seat, I'm going to the family seat."

"Family seats?" Cheng Lin's jaw was about to drop from shock: "If you don't sit in the VIP seats, you go to the family seats? Are you insane?"

Rong Jiuci squinted at his cousin: "A single dog like you won't understand."

Cheng Lin was speechless: "Speak as you speak, it's not good to engage in personal attacks."

Rong Jiuci didn't bother to pay attention to Cheng Lin, turned around and entered the passage.

Cheng Lin didn't expect Rong Jiuci to actually go, she thought about it and was ready to follow, thinking about admiring her cousin's mad love for the whole time.

Just as she raised her footsteps, she saw a figure getting out of the car.

Chu Yunxiao.

Cheng Lin immediately forgot about her cousin and walked over without hesitation.

"Hi."

As soon as Chu Yunxiao turned around, he saw a bright face: "It's you."

The man's brows were slightly frowned, his expression was cold, with obvious displeasure.

As if Cheng Lin didn't feel it, she still smiled like a little sun.

"Yeah, it's me. I really didn't expect to meet here. It's really fate."

Murong Rong led Ji Baibai into the competition venue, and was surrounded by reporters.

"Miss Murong Rong, may I ask if you have confidence in this competition? Many people on the Internet are predicting that you will be the second champion of three consecutive championships!"

"Miss Mu, I heard that you and Mr. Rong are getting closer. Is this true?"

"Miss Mu..."

Ji Baibai stood in front of Murong Rong and stopped the reporters: "I'm sorry, the competition is about to start, and it's not convenient to accept interviews now. If you have any questions, why don't you wait until after the competition is over, and Ms. Mu will definitely answer all your questions then. .”

The reporters naturally refused to give up, there were so many things worth interviewing about Murong Rong, they didn't want to let her go.

But Ji Baibai was too clever, he protected Murong Rong tightly, they could only watch Murong Rong disappear before their eyes.

Murong Rong gave Ji Baibai a thumbs up: "Amazing, really amazing."

Ji Baibai flicked his hair: "That is necessary, after all, I will follow you in the future and bring us blooming to the international stage."

"Ambition, ambition."

At this time, a female voice came over.

Ji Baibai turned his head and saw that it was Song Hongfeng who was striding over.

Seeing Song Hongfeng's thumbs up at her, Ji Baibai felt a little embarrassed: "I'm making you laugh."

Song Hongfeng disagreed: "I'm really complimenting you, why is it a joke, I have great confidence in Rong Rong."

She turned to look at Murong Rong and asked, "This time, how do you think you are preparing?"

"Fortunately, I tried my best anyway."

"Oh, you tried your best when you heard your words, and my little heart started fighting. I was so scared. It seems that this time, I may not be destined to be the champion."

Murong Rong raised his eyebrows: "Yes, maybe I'll let you decide."

Song Hongfeng's expression suddenly collapsed.

Ji Baibai was a little anxious: "No, Rong Rong is not..."

"Puchi-"

Song Hongfeng smiled: "I just like your flirtatious, confident look." She looked at Ji Baibai and said quickly, "Don't worry, Rongrong and I were just joking. Although I haven't known her for a short time, , but I am as happy with her championship as I am with my championship."

Ji Baibai breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sister Hongfeng, you are here, it's getting late, let's go backstage first."

Song Hongfeng nodded. She looked at Murong Rong and said, "I'll excuse you for now, Rong Rong. I'll see you on the runway later."

"See you later."

After Song Hongfeng left, Ji Baibai couldn't help but glared at Murong Rong: "Rong Rong, why are you talking to Miss Song like that, what if she gets upset?"

"will not."

Murong Rong's eyelids drooped, and he said softly: "Didn't she say that? We are friends with me. My champion is just like hers."

Ji Baibai rolled his eyes: "That's a polite word. This Miss Song's ambition for the champion is written on her face. So, you should be careful when you speak in the future, understand?"

Murong Rong laughed: "Got it, got it, housekeeper."

"Ah, it's against you, you dare to call me housekeeper."

Half an hour later, the host stepped onto the stage and announced the rules of the finals: "This time, the voting method for the finals is divided into four parts. Voting by the judges, voting by the news media, voting by the audience, and voting online. Among them, one vote of the judges is worth [-]. Tickets. The rules have been announced, and now the game begins."