The whole company draws lots online, and the variety show is lined up

After a lot of effort, they got back to the car. Youqu immediately took a bottle of mineral water from the car and gulped down the whole bottle of water in one gulp. The water disappeared into his mouth and went down his throat without a trace.

"Oh my god, I'm really dying of thirst."

After guzzling a whole bottle of water, Youqu gasped, put down the empty bottle in his hand, raised his hand and used the back of his clean hand to wipe away the water drops that inevitably flowed down his chin due to drinking too quickly, while speaking hurriedly.

Originally, she was not that thirsty, but in the shop, every time she helped someone draw, she had to ask about their personal preferences. To be honest, she felt that the number of words she spoke here today might be equivalent to the amount of words she spoke in half a year.

You Qu glanced at the other artists who had returned to their seats.

Compared to her, who basically works behind the scenes, some of them even need to participate in some programs or promotional events, and they probably have to say much more to fans and the media than here.

I couldn't help but feel respect for him. After all, it was his profession and I couldn't compare to him.

"It's okay, it didn't take long."

It seemed that Qu Yi had spoken out his true feelings without realizing it. Bai Menggui raised his hand to check the time on the watch on his wrist and spoke in a somewhat understated manner.

As someone said, if they hold a fan meeting, it will take several hours at most, not to mention drinking water. I am afraid they don't even have time to go to the toilet.

They are still considered lucky. If there were singers, after a concert, they would probably have to rush to change clothes after leaving the stage.

Fortunately, they escaped quickly. Not long after they drove away, Bai Menggui received a call from Lin Shengpu, who talked about their autograph session today which had caused heated discussions due to a series of coincidences. It had even been on the hot list on a certain blog less than an hour after the incident.

"Brother Lin suggested that we cancel our trip here today and go somewhere else. What do you think, Sister Chen?"

Bai Menggui hung up the phone and looked up at tour guide Chen who was sitting in the front row. His beautiful peach blossom eyes had not lost their sharpness even after years of trials. On the contrary, as he grew older, they looked even more affectionate, even as if he was looking at a dog.

The bus driver was holding the steering wheel, his eyes on the road ahead, but he interrupted.

"Haha, does this count as a mass escape?"

Even when you are middle-aged, who can refuse the dream of the middle school story since childhood to happen to you one day?

Even the driver today has changed from a young man to a Mediterranean Agassi.

Tour guide Chen knew that the people he led were good-looking, but when they actually looked at each other and talked, he couldn't help but be distracted.

When interrupted by the driver, tour guide Chen blinked his eyes, tried to cover up his gaffe, and answered while trying to maintain his professional ethics.

"Well, that's not wrong. Ahem, let me see. If possible, we can go directly to the next destination. In fact, there are not many fun places here except for strolling on the pedestrian street."

Tour guide Chen avoided the gazes of several people and pretended to be busy looking through the notes she had made for the trip. The notebook made a rustling sound as she flipped through it with unrestrained force, which also indicated that she was not in a peaceful mood.