Outrageous! This crappy system forces me to upgrade my beauty every day

Xu Wuyang was sleeping soundly when he was awakened by a rustling noise.

He slowly raised his head and opened his eyes. The sunlight shining in from the floor-to-ceiling window made him feel a little uncomfortable for a moment, and he subconsciously raised his hand to rub his eyes.

Maybe it’s because I always sleep on my stomach, so my neck feels a little stiff.

He moved his body slightly, and instantly felt a tingling sensation in his back.

The feeling is a little stronger than yesterday, but still bearable.

Xu Wuyang supported himself on the sofa with his hands and prepared to go wash up. Unexpectedly, as soon as his toes touched the ground, his vision suddenly went dark, and the kaleidoscope reappeared. He almost saw Taini.

"Oh my god!" Xu Wuyang was so scared that he quickly grabbed the sofa and dared not move, just wanting to wait for the dizziness to pass.

After a long while, my vision finally became clear. I thought that I should go back and replenish my energy, as my body was too weak.

But this was not the most important thing at the moment, because Xu Wuyang felt like he was about to explode, so he rushed into the toilet in his slippers and started to flush the toilet.

After finally solving the major issue in his life, Xu Wuyang felt that his soul was instantly sublimated, and his expression immediately became much more relaxed.

He was going to go back to his room to get his clothes and take a shower first, as he felt like he was about to stink.

Moreover, as a qualified and professional artist, how can he be so lax in managing his image?

Xu Mingzhe's room was slightly open, and Xu Wuyang raised his hand and knocked gently on the door.

He whispered, "Brother Mingzhe, can I come in?"

"Come in!" After a while, Xu Mingzhe's voice came from inside.

Xu Wuyang naturally didn't hesitate and pushed open the door and walked into the room.

Xu Mingzhe's room still maintains its usual style, without any changes, messy and disorganized, with clothes scattered everywhere.

Seeing someone coming in, Xu Mingzhe also looked up at Xu Wuyang.

The look in his eyes was extremely frank, as if he was not the one who blocked people outside the room last night.

"Good morning!"

Xu Wuyang greeted him with a nasal voice. He must have caught a cold last night and his nose was a little blocked.

"Well, good morning," Xu Mingzhe nodded casually, his tone very perfunctory.

Then he looked at the cameraman who followed in, as if he had thought of something.

Pretending to be ignorant, he asked, "Why didn't you go back to your room last night? Did you sleep at Fu Yao's place?"

Xu Wuyang took out a set of clothes from his bag and hung them carefully on the rack.

Holding a garment steamer in her hand, she was carefully ironing a white shirt. When she heard Xu Mingzhe's question, she didn't want to argue with him.

I subconsciously said, "No, I slept on the sofa last night."

Hearing Xu Wuyang's answer, Xu Mingzhe's expression changed like the face-changing in Sichuan Opera, with a look of shock.

"Huh? Why are you sleeping on the sofa? Don't you want to sleep with me?"

After saying that, he lowered his head slightly with drooping eyelids, giving people a feeling of innocence after being wronged.

When I heard his words, I was speechless for a moment and almost couldn't stop my eyes from rolling up.

"No, is this person seriously ill? I wanted to come in and sleep, but you locked the door, didn't you? What are you trying to do? Are you going to rebel against Tian Gang?"

Of course, he didn't dare say these words in front of Xu Mingzhe, and just cursed him in his heart.

And how could he respond to that? The camera was still recording. Was he trying to get him killed by saying that?

After thinking for a while, he said, "Ah...no, I went upstairs late last night. Your hearing might not be very good, so I knocked on your door eight hundred times and you didn't hear it."

When the other party heard Xu Wuyang's words, his face turned dark in an instant.

"Then why don't you go to Ayao's room to sleep? Doesn't he refuse to open the door?" Xu Mingzhe asked deliberately.

Xu Wuyang's mouth twitched involuntarily. If Fu Yao were here now, he would probably give Xu Mingzhe a big fight.

It is obvious that Xu Mingzhe just wants to shift the blame.

He did lock the door on purpose last night because he really didn't want to sleep in the same room with others.

What's more, the other party is a nobody with no background or popularity, so there is no need to worry too much.

He originally wanted to keep the person outside the door and pretend that he was asleep and didn't hear the knock. After all, Fu Yao was close by and would not ignore the noise if he heard it.

But it was obvious that he still didn't understand Fu Yao's character at all. Not only did the other party ignore it, he even added fuel to the fire.

Xu Wuyang was a little annoyed and didn't want to dwell on this issue too much, so he said it in a sarcastic tone.

"No, he should have been asleep by then. Anyway, I'm young and I can sleep anywhere!"

Xu Mingzhe thought that his goal had been achieved, so he naturally didn't want to dwell on it anymore and began to carefully choose the clothes he would wear today.

However, after picking and choosing, he found that none of them were satisfactory.

His body proportions are not very good. In common terms, it is the so-called 50:50.

Therefore, you need to deliberately cover up these flaws when dressing.

I tried many combinations but still couldn't find the clothes I was satisfied with, and I couldn't help feeling annoyed.

As if possessed by a ghost, Xu Mingzhe turned his head and glanced at Xu Wuyang.

I have to admit that although this kid looks a bit stupid, he does look great.

I guess if you look through the entire entertainment industry, you probably won’t find many people who look like him.

Xu Wuyang took a long time to finally finish ironing his clothes. He turned around, packed up his things, and prepared to take a shower.

"Tsk! I can't find my shirt!"

Xu Mingzhe was still rummaging through the closet at this time, scattering clothes everywhere, and it seemed that there was no place left to step.

"Why didn't you prepare something for me? How am I supposed to go out?"

As he spoke, he frantically pulled things out of the closet, like a husky destroying the house.

Maybe he was tired from rummaging, so he stuck his head out of the closet, panting.

His eyes couldn't help but glance at the shirt in Xu Wuyang's hand, as if he was thinking about something.

Xu Wuyang noticed his gaze, clenched his shirt in his hands, and then glanced at the camera.

He hesitated for a moment before handing over the shirt and saying, "Why don't you wear mine first?"

Xu Mingzhe glanced at the clothes in his hand without leaving any trace, and subconsciously reached out to take it. The touch was pretty good and the style looked good too.

But after thinking about it, he said with a little disdain: "Forget it, I don't wear clothes of unknown brands. I will feel uncomfortable if I wear them."

Xu Wuyang was speechless and took the shirt back.

I was complaining in my heart, could it be that the fabric used in this brand of clothes was woven by the Weaver Girl? Just play dead!

These clothes were specially prepared for him by the company, and he didn't feel uncomfortable wearing them at all? Are you the only one who's delicate?

And in order to make it easier to distinguish, his name is embroidered on the collar.

He didn't mind the other party not wanting it, thinking that it was a good thing he didn't have to iron his clothes anymore, so he packed up his things and prepared to take a shower.