Dressed as a bully and always finds her boyfriend

Wen Zheyan slumped on the table with her retro long hair.

"Why is there a little braid on it?" Wen Zheyan touched the little braid on the back of his head that was attached to his scalp, straightened his body again, turned his head to the mirror, and looked at the shape from side to side.

The stylist said: "It's so pretty, especially rock and roll."

Wen Zheyan: "..."

"The more braids, the more rock and roll. If your hair length is not allowed, I will braid some more for you."

"Don't."

Wen Zheyan spread it back on the table again.

Stylist: "Brother, don't be sad, it's only for one song, at worst, it will be removed after the performance. After the makeup artist comes to fix your makeup, please don't put your face directly on the table .”

Wen Zheyan: "...I see."

After a while, the makeup artist came over. When he saw Wen Zheyan for the first time, he was taken aback for a moment, and was instantly amazed.

"Ahhh, I must make a hairstyle that suits you very well. When the show airs, many people will like you! I can't hold back!"

Wen Zheyan looked at the makeup artist suspiciously.

However, as the makeup artist said, fans who watched "Light of the Morning" were about to explode after the show aired.

[Ah, ah, this handsome guy, damn it, my legs are weak, I can't do it anymore, I want to rua him! 】

【Yan Yan!How can you be so handsome!Mom can't do it anymore, mom is going to transform into your girlfriend!Come and grab mom! 】

[It's the first time I found that Rock is so handsome. 】

Wen Zheyan had always had bangs before, which basically covered her forehead. This time, for this look, she combed all her hair up to expose her forehead, making her whole person less soft and warm and more sharp.

He sang an old song.

The song was very explosive, but when Wen Zheyan cut into the chorus, his expression occasionally showed a sense of laziness.

But in this way, it also makes the whole song look more charming and more in line with the nature of 'performance'.

At the end of the song, Wen Zheyan elegantly put the hat in his hand on his head, held the microphone in his hand, turned his back to the instructors, and turned his head slightly, only showing a side face.

The slender neck and sharp chin were exposed. When he raised his head, his Adam's apple rolled, and the bullet screen went crazy.

【I can! 】

[This look is really suitable for Yanyan. When the instructor asked Yanyan to sing rock and roll before, I thought it was not suitable for Yanyan. Now it seems that the instructor has a vision!I hope Yanyan will stop singing love songs, and show more of this handsome style]

[Why is my screen dirty?I will lick]

【My screen is also dirty...】

[I'm a fan... What kind of fairy face is this, I don't allow anyone to not know him! 】

The response on the Internet was very enthusiastic, but Wen Zheyan's rock and roll attainments are not high after all. Although he looks handsome, his singing still has some flaws.

And this time the small assessment will not directly announce the results, but will post everyone's names and scores outside the dormitory in the form of big-character posters the next morning.

However, the final result of the small assessment is only the resources during the performance, and will not change shifts.

No matter what the final grade is, Wen Zheyan is still in Class S.

After the shooting of the small assessment, Wen Zheyan took the lead to go back to the dressing room to remove her makeup.

Because this time it is related to the issue of the elimination of students, everyone is very excited.

"Ah, why is the result not coming out until tomorrow? I feel like I can't wait now."

"...I didn't perform well in the exam this time. I feel that I must be the one who was eliminated."

"Relax, sleep well today, and wait until tomorrow to see the results."

"I'm sure I won't be able to sleep tonight..."

"The program team is too much! They deliberately delayed until tomorrow!"

Most of the students around are complaining.

Cai Xuanpeng patted Wen Zheyan on the shoulder: "Don't be sad, although the instructors have mentioned the problems with your songs, with your strength and the experience of the students watching you perform at that time, you will never be eliminated .We will work harder when the performance is on!"

"Ah."

Wen Zheyan smiled, "It's okay. In fact, it's the first time I try this style, and I'm pretty good at maintaining an A. The main thing is to thank the three of you for sacrificing your time to help me."

Cai Xuanpeng shook his body: "Hey, what you said is a bit disgusting."

Wen Zheyan: "...Fuck, get out. But I don't think I will be eliminated."

"Hahaha, that's right, we three S's will help you practice songs, can there be any difference?"

Cai Xuanpeng flicked Wen Zheyan's hairstyle, "But your little braid looks pretty, or don't take it off, and go out with this set."

"Which way out?"

When Wen Zheyan asked back, Cai Xuanpeng could not stop laughing.

Wen Zheyan: "..."

"Cough. You."

"Who has been running out recently and meeting people from time to time?"

"Say more!"

Wen Zheyan went to cover Cai Xuanpeng's mouth, Cai Xuanpeng jumped up and hid behind Kang Rong: "Kang Rong save me—"

While making noise, a staff member's voice suddenly came from the door: "Is Wen Zheyan in?"

"Ah, yes." Wen Zheyan stood up.

Staff: "The director asked you to come over."

The stylist who was about to untie Wen Zheyan's braids: "His hair..."

"Don't worry about your hair, let's go first."

"it is good."

Wen Zheyan got up and walked to the director's office.

He knocked on the door and heard a single syllable coming from inside. He always felt that the voice was not the director, but he didn't think too much about it. He opened the door and walked in: "Director, you are looking for me——"

Wen Zheyan was dumbfounded.

It is indeed not the director, but Yan Rong who is in the office.

Yan Rong was standing at the French window not far away. He was looking at the scenery when he heard the sound of the door opening. He turned to look at Wen Zheyan.

"Come here." Yan Rong said.

Wen Zheyan asked curiously, "Why are you? Where's the director?"

"I called you here."

"……Oh."

Wen Zheyan agreed, and as soon as he walked in, Yan Rong suddenly stretched out his hand and embraced Wen Zheyan. With a slight push, Wen Zheyan turned around and stood close to the French window.

"You...what are you doing?"

The words ended with a kiss.

Yan Rong emptily supported Wen Zheyan's waist with one hand, and pinched Wen Zheyan's chin with the other.

He bent slightly, lowered his head and kissed Wen Zheyan.

This time, the kiss between the two was not as casual as before.

Yan Rong seemed to want to tear Wen Zheyan apart, he pried open Wen Zheyan's lips, and sprayed his warm breath on the face of the person in his arms. After a while, Wen Zheyan's legs softened a little after being kissed.

He didn't even have the energy to ask Yan Rong why he kissed him suddenly.

His breathing was messed up.

"Yan—" Wen Zheyan pushed Yan Rong away, and took advantage of the gap to shout.

However, the remaining word was blocked by Yan Rong again.

Tears welled up in the corners of Wen Zheyan's eyes, and he clutched Yan Rong's clothes tightly with one hand.

Most of his strength was leaning against the French windows, but his clothes rubbed against the smooth French windows, and he couldn't stand at all.

The two bodies slowly slid down.

In the end, Wen Zheyan sat on the soft carpet, with his head raised, his fragile neck raised high, passively bearing Yan Rong's kiss who was also kneeling on the ground.

Yan Rong moved his hand around Wen Zheyan's waist, then turned to grab Wen Zheyan's hand.

The two people intertwined their fingers, and at this moment, someone passed by outside the door, and there was a sudden movement.

Wen Zheyan's heart tightened and he was startled.

"Hiss—" Yan Rong gasped.

Such an episode finally separated the two.

Yan Rong: "You bit my tongue."

Wen Zheyan felt guilty, and immediately said: "...Who, who made you kiss me suddenly!"

Wen Zheyan looked at Yan Rong, who was close at hand, who was close to him, blushed, and pushed him: "Let go of me, it will be bad if someone comes later."

"No." Yan Rong said, "I told the director to requisition his office."

Wen Zheyan: "..."

Wen Zheyan: "You, what are you requisitioning the office for?"

"To kiss you." Yan Rong said lightly.

Wen Zheyan was shocked.

He widened his eyes and looked like an angry deer: "You! How could you be like this—" Shameless!shameless!Disregarding ethics!

Yan Rong seemed to know what Wen Zheyan was thinking: "Because you look so good when you sing."

Wen Zheyan: "..."

Wen Zheyan's face turned redder.

He just felt that his mind was in a mess, he couldn't say anything, and he didn't know where to put his hands. In the end, he could only put them by his side, slightly turned his head to look at the table beside him, and didn't meet Yan Rong's eyes.

Yan Rong's eyes darkened a little.

He looked down slightly, looking at Wen Zheyan's small Adam's apple, and couldn't help but kiss it.

Wen Zheyan's body trembled a little, and he shouted, "Shut up! I'm going to beat you—"

Yan Rong gave a low laugh.

"I want to hide you from others to see." Yan Rong whispered, "But you will definitely not agree, so I have to call you out to kiss you. If you hit me, I want to kiss you too."

Wen Zheyan: "..."

Wen Zheyan was speechless.

When he returned to the dressing room, his mind was still a little dizzy.

For a while, I thought of Yan Rong kissing his lips and Adam's apple, which caused him to stand unsteadily, and for a while, I thought of Yan Rong staring into his eyes and saying those shameful words.

Yan Rong...

Grass.

It's better to let me die.

Wen Zheyan spread into a pile.

The stylist untangled Wen Zheyan's hair. Seeing him like this, he couldn't help laughing: "Why did the director ask you to go out just now? Why do you look even more lethargic than before?"

Wen Zheyan: "Yes."

He snorted and didn't say much.

The stylist didn't ask any more questions, but just stared at Wen Zhe's more colorful lips, and persuaded: "This hairstyle is indeed pretty good, do you really want to keep it for a few more days?"

"No." Wen Zheyan said.

Stay a few more days, I'm afraid something will really happen.

He muttered a few words in a low voice, and just as he was thinking, he turned around and saw Qiu Shao coming in.

When everyone in the dressing room saw him, they all paused, and then continued to talk about themselves, and the few people who had a good relationship with Qiu Shao before, seeing him now, all looked away as if nothing had happened.

Qiu Shao looked sluggish, and it was obvious that he hadn't had a good rest recently.

He sat beside Wen Zheyan.

Wen Zheyan wanted to ask about his recent situation, but felt that no matter what he asked, he was only exposing scars.

While hesitating, Qiu Shao said, "I'm going to leave later."

Wen Zheyan: "Where are you going?"

"I withdrew from this show. I was eliminated from this assessment."

Wen Zheyan was taken aback.

Now the result hasn't come out, but Qiu Shao said that he was eliminated, obviously he already knew the result?

"Then you..."

"Maybe you will go to filming?" Qiu Shao smiled, "I heard that you have already participated in the filming of TV dramas before entering this talent show, so you can be regarded as my senior. When we meet in the future, please take care of me. "

"it is good."

After Qiu Shao took off his makeup, he went back to the dormitory to pack his things.

Wen Zheyan felt a little melancholy in her heart, and suddenly felt the phone vibrate.

He slowly took out his phone.

Yan Rong: "I'm going on a business trip."

Wen Zheyan's heart skipped a beat: "Can I go back before Chinese New Year?"

"No, it will be one month after the next year."

"Oh……"

Pay more attention to your body outside.

Did you travel for so long?

then you……

... These questions are a little too intimate, right?

Wen Zheyan curled his fingers, typed a few words, and finally deleted them all. Finally, he looked at the page where no new text messages had come in, and sent them in a daze.

Humph.

Kiss and run.

Scumbag.

Wen Zheyan thought to himself, before I had time to hit you, you ran away.

He suddenly thought of a suitable topic, and immediately typed: "Then what will happen to this show after you leave? Aren't you a special guest?"

There was already a mentor missing, and now there are no guests. Is this talent show going to be dirty?