I was pressed to the ground to eat Amway

By the time Wang Keming finally got everything ready and walked out of the lounge with his hands covered in energy, the first round of rehearsals was already halfway through.

He and Liao Ya were going to sneak in through the side door of No. [-] to watch a performance that they hadn't seen before.

But to his surprise, as soon as he stepped out of the lounge, he saw someone leaning against the wall from which the lounge exited.

Today's Shen Qingchuan is dressed extremely coquettishly. Wearing a pink suit jacket makes Shen Qingchuan, who is usually unsmiling, look like a playboy who hangs around flowers.

The same pink suit pants were well cut, which made Shen Qingchuan's tall figure even more beautiful.

His hair is still slightly forsythia casually, but this time Shen Qingchuan looks more handsome and casual.

Wang Keming looked at it carefully for a long time, but he couldn't see any traces of being tortured by the physical education teacher's make-up techniques on Shen Qingchuan's body.

This unscientific!

Why doesn't he use a gym teacher's monkey ass suit?

In the end, Shen Qingchuan was the first to speak. He stared blankly at Wang Keming whose face was covered with white powder, frowned and said, "Didn't you go to the chorus? Why are you still like a double reed singer?"

Hearing Shen Qingchuan's words, Wang Keming immediately pursed his lips, feeling aggrieved.

But he was wronged for a long time and did not show any strength, but Liao Ya laughed happily: "Mr. Yang made him a ghostly makeup, how could he become a double spring?!"

Shen Qingchuan and Liao Ya almost didn't know each other, so Shen Qingchuan didn't accept what Liao Ya said.

He just looked at Wang Keming and continued: "Go to the dressing room to remove it, I remember there should be spare makeup remover there."

The dressing room is opposite the bathroom. It's not the peak time for makeup removal, and there are only two or three girls in the mirror applying eyeliner.

Since Wang Keming is a super straight guy like a textbook version, so when he used makeup remover, it could be regarded as horrible.

He actually took the makeup remover and poured it on his face.

In the end, Liao Ya, who was watching the fun, couldn't bear to go up, and helped Wang Keming remove his makeup with a cotton pad soaked in makeup remover.

When Liao Ya helped Wang Keming wipe his face and remove makeup, Wang Keming asked: "Why is the quality of the clothes that everyone borrowed so worrying, but Shen Qingchuan's clothes seem to be of good quality? And why do you feel like you are going to sing?" Song doesn't seem to be on the same level as us?"

Shen Qingchuan said: "Because these are the clothes I brought myself."

Wang Keming: "..."

Shen Qingchuan continued: "I also chose this song myself."

Wang Keming: "..."

Shen Qingchuan didn't finish: "If I remember correctly, when I discussed this matter with the music teacher, you were there."

Shen Qingchuan: "So what's going on in your mind?"

Shen Qingchuan: "Earth and straw?"

Liao Ya, who stood beside Wang Keming to remove his makeup, added: "There may still be water."

Sitting on the chair in the dressing room, Wang Keming rolled his eyes silently like a dead fish.

Then, he thought of a good way to win back: "Shen Qingchuan, I don't allow you to talk about yourself like that, you are all on my mind."

The city was brought back, but embarrassment followed, because Shen Qingchuan, who was still able to talk to Wang Keming freely just now, suddenly looked like a dead robot, and didn't say a word.

Shen Qingchuan didn't speak, and Liao Ya was busy putting on makeup for Wang Keming after taking off his makeup, so this embarrassment was naturally only experienced by Wang Keming himself.

After a while, Shen Qingchuan seemed to come back to his senses, and said: "It's quite late now, I'll go to the front desk to have a look, maybe it's time for me to read the words."

When Shen Qingchuan went out, he might have met a wave of his little fans, because even Wang Keming, who was sitting on the seat with his eyes closed and let Liao Ya fiddle with his face, heard the exclamations coming from the door of the dressing room. Voice.

Gee tut.

Without waiting for Shen Qingchuan to finish his performance, he can rely on his appearance advantage to kill those evil forces who slander his reputation.

After all, Liao Ya is a veteran who has been in various performances all year round. The hand holding the makeup brush is like the finishing touch pen. With a few strokes, Wang Keming is modified to be more sunny and handsome.

The facial features, which were already soft in outline, are more three-dimensional under the embellishment of shadow pens.

The slightly raised eyes are still clear to the bottom, but the slender eyelashes are like hooks that grab people's attention.

Liao Ya was amazed: "I didn't expect you to be considered a plastic talent."

Wang Keming still looked at the mirror in the dressing room with some dissatisfaction: "Why do you look so feminine?"

"It's normal to put on too much white foundation." Liao Ya was preparing his cosmetic bag.

Wang Keming: "Then why does Shen Qingchuan look different?"

Liao Ya: "It's because she hasn't put on makeup yet."

Wang Keming responded casually with a "hmm".

But Liao Ya immediately changed the subject: "I will be paid to be your make-up girl!"

Wang Keming tentatively asked: "Then how about I help you transform it once?"

Liao Ya rolled his eyes at Wang Keming: "You want beauty."

She continued: "I used to know that you were in Class One and Five, but I didn't know that you and Shen Qingchuan had such a good relationship. Why didn't you tell me before?!"

Wang Keming looked defensive: "What do you want to do?"

"Oh." Liao Ya covered his face: "I hate it, you know what I mean, help me get a thread."

my day!

Come again?

"Dream!" Wang Keming replied without thinking.

After a while, he seemed to feel that it was a bit wrong for him to speak like this, so he tried to slow down his sentence: "You are already the third, remember to line up."

Wang Keming and Liao Ya dawdled in the dressing room for a while for no reason, and they didn't go out until the number of people in the dressing room gradually increased.

Just as they arrived at the chorus lounge, the music teacher came over and told them: time is running out, let's go through the scene first, other students will arrive soon, and the formal performance will begin.

The chorus performance was just behind Shen Qingchuan's solo, and Wang Keming, who only learned the news during the rehearsal, was very surprised.

After all, he had made up his mind a long time ago to record this into a video and buy it for Cheng Yuelin and the others.

But now that time is running out, it is impossible for him to give up his original plan.

The school celebration starts at six o'clock.

It must be the hour hand combined with the minute and second hands to secretly move the flow of time, which made the six o'clock come so quickly.

Wang Keming watched secretly from the backstage as the number of students in the seats gradually increased. When it was around [-]:[-], Liao Ya led Wang Keming to the auditorium.

It's still early for them to go up to perform, and they can just watch some wonderful performances ahead.

It's a pity that Shen Qingchuan's performance may never be able to catch up.

But coincidentally, Shen Qingchuan happened to be the host, and Wang Keming could still see Shen Qingchuan in the audience.

"Honorable guests……"

"Dear leaders……"

Seeing Shen Qingchuan in the auditorium must have different senses than seeing Shen Qingchuan in ordinary times.

Because of the long distance, such Shen Qingchuan also seemed to have a sense of distance.

Wang Keming supported his head, staring intently at Shen Qingchuan who was standing on the stage.

At the same time, the words of the people around and their evaluation of Shen Qingchuan were like the cold wind that secretly poured into Wang Keming's ears in autumn.

Most of them were "Look, that boy in the pink suit is so handsome!" or "Is that boy in the pink suit Shen Qingchuan from Class [-]?!"

There is also a small part of "Is it the one who fought in self-study a few nights ago? This still makes him come on stage?"

but……

It doesn't matter anyway.

The author has something to say:

I feel terrible too, good evening orz